Song Ci woke up from her sleep, was a little confused for a moment, looked at Madam Gong beside her, and sat up with her hand.

"I seem to hear Zhao'er coming back."

Madam Gong is not young anymore. After hearing this, Qing Er seemed to be a little clamoring, and then smiled and said, "You said yes, that's it."

Song Ci curled her lips: "You are just like those little ones, just following me and coaxing me to speak."

Madam Gong helped her sit on the Arhat bed and said, "Will you be happy to go against you?"

Song Ci smiled before she could speak, but she heard a loud scream outside and couldn't help but see her going out.

"Madam, the second young master is back..." The curtain was opened, and the maid's surprise had not yet completely fallen. A tall and strong man fell into Song Ci's vision like a hill.

Song Ci and Madam Gong were both shocked. Which one is this rough man?

As soon as Song Lingzhao entered the door, he saw Song Ci sitting on the Arhat bed, just like many years ago, but now she is much thinner and weaker than when she left home, like a child, very fragile.

His eyes turned red and he knelt down with a thunderous sound: "Grandmother, the unfilial grandson is back."

He kowtowed three times, and the floor tiles made heavy sounds.

Song Cixi was breathing, and she was so distressed for him: "You, are you Zhao'er?"

"Grandmother, it's the grandson." Song Lingzhao took two steps and raised his head.

Song Ci squinted her eyes and looked at her bearded, and she couldn't see clearly. She just had her eyes, like a copper bell, and was so bright that she shone brightly.

"Madam, do you think it's Zhao'er?"

Madam Gong wiped the corners of her eyes and said with a smile: "Mrs. It's right that it's the second young master."

Song Ci was overjoyed: "Come here and let me see."

Song Lingzhao got up from the ground and heard a hurrying cry outside: "Fourth Master."

A chill came from behind. Before he could stand up completely, a momentum came from behind, staggering him. Fortunately, he was stable enough to fall down.

Song Lingzhao: “…”

"Mom, mom, Silang is back." Song Zhiyu rushed to Song Ci, hugged Song Ci's legs, looked up and tears suddenly flowed, and she cried, "Mom, why are you so old?"

Song Ci shivered in a trembling manner.

It was Song Zhiyu who came in from outside, and was covered in cold air. He hugged her again, but she didn't let her feel the chill.

Madam Gong noticed it and said anxiously: "Second Master, Fourth Master, you can roast the cold air first, the lady can't stand it."

Song Zhiyu let go of his hand and looked at Song Ci at a loss. Can't you even stand this?

"It's okay, it's okay." Song Ci looked at the two of them with a smile, but his eyes gradually turned red.

Song Zhiyu retreated to the phlegm cage, removed the cloak, hugged the phlegm cage directly, baited it in front of him, turned around to bait his back, baited his hands warmly, and came to Song Ci again, knelt down, held her hand, and tears fell.

Song Lingzhao took a step slower and hummed softly, but he was warmed up like the fourth uncle. Then he came to Song Ci and knelt in the same place with Song Zhiyu.

Song Ci looked at the two of them and reached out to touch them back and forth on their faces, tears oozing out: "Okay, just come back."

"mother."

"grandmother!"

The two of them hugged her and started crying.
Chapter completed!