Bringing the Nation’s Husband Home

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After eating, Xu Jiamu went to wash the dishes. When he came out of the kitchen, he happened to see Song Xiangsi laying mattresses on the sofa.

Song Xiangsi heard footsteps, turned his head, looked at him, then threw the pillow on the sofa at random, stood up and walked to the bedroom where he lived from small to large, pushed the door open, said to Xu Jiamu : "You sleep in this room, the bed sheet was covered and I just replaced it for you."

Xu Jiamu stood still, first stared at Song Xiangsi’s open bedroom door, then looked at the bedding on the sofa, and instantly understood the meaning of Song Xiangsi. When the opening said: "I sleep on the sofa."

"You drove a car today and you must be tired..."

Song Xiangsi just argued, and saw Xu Jiamu striding down to the sofa in a stride.

Song Xiangsi stared at Xu Jiamu for a while and then said, "Thank you."

Xu Jiamu nodded: "You're welcome."

Song Xiangsi stood at the door of the bedroom for a long while, left a "good night", and entered the bedroom, closing the door gently.

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The next day, Song Xiangsi and Father Song woke up and Xu Jiamu had already prepared breakfast.

I don’t know if Father Song had a good rest last night. On this day, his mental state was particularly good. After having breakfast, he proposed to visit Mother Song in the cemetery.

Before leaving, Father Song specially asked Song Xiangsi to find out for himself the tunic suit she had made for herself many years ago.

Mother Song’s cemetery was buried in the ancestral farmland of the Song family. The car could only be driven to the side of the road, and then walked.

Although Father Song was very energetic, he could not walk a few steps, and finally Xu Jiamu picked him up.

The summer in the south is much hotter than Beijing. At this time, it was noon, and the hot sun was so dizzy that Xu Jiamu only walked two hundred meters with his father Song in his back. The shirt on his body was already soaked and cut well. The hair of the type was soaked into strands by sweat.

Song Xiangsi, who was on the side, looked at this picture and firmly grasped the parasol in his hand.

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After Father Song became seriously ill, the Song family's fields had been deserted, and the weeds were reborn, almost overwhelming Song Mother's grave.

Father Song came down from Xu Jiamu's back, held Song Xiangsi's hand, and walked to the grave. He bent down diligently, trying to pull out the grass above, but grabbed a piece of grass, and spent a lot of effort. And did not pull it out.

Xu Jiamu stepped over and told Song Xiangsi to take good care of his father. Then he bent down silently and pulled up the grass.

The grass had grown very tall, deep-rooted, and very difficult to pull up. Xu Jiamu's sweat was one after another. In the end, Song Xiangsi couldn't stand it anymore, and couldn't help but stepped forward to pull Xu Jiamu's arm , Let him rest for a while, and hand over the water bottle he brought.

Xu Jiamu drank a large half of the bottle in one breath, stood under the shade of the tree, sat with Father Song for a while, and then got up and walked to the tomb of Mother Song again. It took about another hour to get the mess on the head of Mother Song. The grass is cleaned up.

Father Song struggling to stand up, walked to Song Mu's grave with the help of Song Xiangsi, stretched out his hand, touched Song Mu's tombstone, and then signaled Xu Jiamu and Song Xiangsi to leave, leaving themselves alone, yes With his wife who has passed away for many years, he babbled for a long time.