After midnight

The late Mr. Song didn't know at that time that before he found Master Song Yu, Master Song Yu had already found him. It's just that Song Yu didn't have time to escape.

Song Yu also remembered that autumn evening was very bleak, and the north wind had begun to blow. After he found Song Bo, he immediately rushed home and saw a fire in the distance. At that time, Xiaoshui was preparing to cook dinner.

Xiaoshui didn't know how to cook, so it was Song Yu's idea to cook. They dug a hole in front of the door to set up a pot. As soon as the fire started, the bright red flames jumped up happily and devoured the dry firewood.

"Xiao Shui, come with me first." Song Yu said as he pulled him towards the depths of the desert behind.

"I don't want to go in. You know I hate going in." Xiao Shui didn't understand and resisted fiercely.

"Okay, then let's change direction and go to the town center first." Song Yu planned to hide first and then find a way to take Xiaoshui to Xindu.

Along the way, Song Yu's heart was beating non-stop, and he unconsciously pulled Xiao Shui's hand harder. But suddenly, a terrible thought came into his mind. Oh no! He forgot to bring his suitcase, the suitcase containing his mother's belongings!

It's no wonder Song Yu forgot. In fact, he never opened the suitcase after he brought it into the cabin. What's more, he was too panicked now. He only remembered not to leave Xiaoshui behind!

"What's wrong? Why did you stop suddenly? You have to do something quickly, otherwise the fire will be out by the time you get home."

"Xiao Shui, I forgot to bring my suitcase. I have to go back and get it."

"Suitcase? The suitcase you brought back from the desert?"

"Yeah, that's it."

"You're leaving? Leaving here?"

"Yes, Xiaoshui, do you want to come with me?"

"Yeah! But I have never left here..." Xiaoshui nodded firmly, then felt a little distressed.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here. Shall we go back and get it now?"

"Okay, I have to go back and get my things, and put out the fire too."

"You're right, the fire must be put out too."

When the two hurried back, there was no one in front of the cabin, and the fire was burning alone. Great, we still made it in time. Song Yu opened the door with a happy expression, and someone was waiting inside.

"Master, you and your friend are back." Uncle Song called affectionately.

"Who are you?" Xiaoshui asked puzzledly.

"Hello, Mr. Xiaoshui. I am Mr. Song, the housekeeper of the Song Mansion. The person standing next to you is my young master."

As soon as Xiaoshui's name was called, Song Yu knew that he couldn't escape, because Song Bo knew everything.

"You're talking nonsense!" Xiao Shui glanced at Song Yu, who had a serious expression on his face, and turned around and yelled at him.

"Mr. Xiaoshui, my young master is not called Xiaoshazi. His name is Song Yu, the only heir to our great Song family!"

"You're talking nonsense!" Xiaoshui's face flushed, he was embarrassed, flustered and at a loss. He cast a pleading look at Xiaoshazi.

"I think you've got the wrong person. I'm not Song Yu, nor am I the person you're looking for."

"I won't admit my mistake, Master. I have heard about the rumors that you have lost your memory. But it doesn't matter. When you return to the Song Mansion, someone will be assigned to treat you."

"I said I'm not Song Yu! Don't you understand?"

"Master, whether you are Song Yu or not is not up to you to decide. I believe that even if you really forget everything, you will not forget your mother."

Upon hearing this, Song Yu was shocked and stood there unable to say anything.

"Xiaoshazi..." Xiaoshui spoke weakly, and Song Yu grabbed him and pulled him out of the house.

"You are Song Yu, right? You want to abandon me and don't want me anymore!" Xiao Shui's eyes were red from crying. He was very excited and couldn't control himself.

"No... I, I'm just leaving for a while, I..."

"You liar, I will never talk to you again!" Xiaoshui burst into tears without any concealment.

"Xiaoshui, listen to me!" Song Yu yelled, and he had to cry louder than him. Xiaoshui was frightened by him and stopped crying, but he couldn't stop crying and began to sob uncontrollably.

Song Yu gently wiped away his tears, "Do you see the person in the room clearly? If I can't come back, I will definitely ask him to pick you up. I promise you, it won't be long. This amount of time is very short compared to a lifetime, so we can still be together forever."

"Really?" Xiao Shui asked half-doubtfully.

"Really, I promise. So, you have to wait for me obediently."

"Okay, then you should come back early."

The next morning, Xiao Shui watched his best friend slowly leave with the adults beside him. When he left, he looked very similar to when he came, both carrying a suitcase in one hand, but the difference was that this time he was holding the hand of an adult he hated with his other hand.

Xiaoshazi looked back every few steps, but in the end he didn't look back again. A week later, they entered Jiudu, which they had not seen for a long time. When they were still a few dozen meters away from the door of their home, Song Bo suddenly stopped and called Song Yu who was walking in front of him.

"Excuse me, Master, have you really lost your memory?"

Song Yu was startled. He realized later that he was too familiar with everything around his home. For example, he should not walk in front now. This was not a mistake he should have made.

"There are many things I really don't remember, but there are some things I may be vaguely familiar with."

"Perhaps it is really your body's memory." Song Bo walked forward, took a few more steps, then turned back and warned: "Master, during the time you were away, some things happened at home, you have to be mentally prepared."

After saying this, Uncle Song walked in front and pushed open the gate of the Song family mansion for his young master. When the young master walked in, looked around and then stopped cautiously to wait for him to lead the way, Uncle Song closed the gate of the Song mansion with both hands, and the gate slammed shut with a heavy sound.

During this journey, he could clearly see the changes in his young master. After nearly two years of wandering, his young master was no longer so simple and had grown up.

Song Yu followed Song Bo into the lobby, where sat a middle-aged man who looked listless but still dignified.

Song Yu looked at him and clenched his fists. He tried not to cry out loud. He recognized him, that was his father, but his father and mother were dead!

"Master, the young master was very young when he left home, and he doesn't remember many things."

"Then he should remember that I am his father!" Song Hongtian's face darkened and he looked very angry. Although he was talking to Song Bo, his eyes were fixed on Song Yu.

Song Yu was intimidated by this look. Only then did he remember that he would never be the child who could act like a spoiled child in his father's arms.

"Master, this is your father, call him quickly."

Song Yu twisted his mouth. Just as he was about to speak, he heard Song Hongtian say, "No need!"

No need? What harsh and frightening words. These three words hit Song Yu's heart like a storm.

"Uncle Song, I have to go see Xin'er first, and then I will continue to keep vigil for Yue'er. You can take care of dinner."

"Okay, sir."

Song Yu stood there in a daze. So that's how it was. It turned out that Aunt Yue died, and he remembered himself and his mother, right? Then where were you, father, when my mother died? Did you keep vigil for my mother? Did you think about her at all?

Low sobbing sounds were heard, but Song Yu didn't dare to cry too loudly, for he was afraid that his father was not far away.

"Young Master, come, I'll take you back to your room." Song Bo sighed and pulled the crying Song Yu to the backyard.

Song Yu kept crying, and his crying became louder and louder. He had no intention of noticing the changes that had taken place in this house. When he gradually realized it, all the cruel things in the world had pounced on his body and mind like a tiger, leaving not even the last bit of residue.

"Uncle Song, my mother..." When Uncle Song brought him into a house and was about to leave, Song Yuhu cried and pulled his sleeve and asked.

"The master said that it was Madam's own choice and he would not take her back. But don't worry, I have chosen a good place for Madam and I will ensure that no one will disturb her and let her rest in peace."

Song Yu was stunned for a moment, then he almost cried himself to death. Why? It was clearly agreed that this was not the case. Why didn't his father bring his mother back? Song Yu sobbed continuously, and he was out of breath.

"Young Master, now that you are back, relax and grow up well, and don't think about leaving here anymore. Young Master, you must always remember that you are the only son that the Master has, and will only have you as his son."

Uncle Song patted Song Yu's back lovingly to calm him down, wondering if the young master understood what he said.

After crying for a while, Song Yu immediately learned to be cautious in his words and actions and to observe people's expressions after the initial depression. For his own survival, he had to find out what the Song family was like now, and among them, his father was the most unpredictable.

"Father." With half of his body hidden outside the door, Song Yu called him timidly.

"Why are you here?"

"I came to see my sister."

"come in."

Inside the house, a red carpet was laid on the floor, looking very warm. On it were placed various toys, including pink dolls, yellow plush dolls, and many other beautiful pictures.

These toys surrounded a delicate and pretty girl doll. She was just babbling, giggling and calling for daddy with extremely clear speech.

"Xin'er, Dad has to go out for something. Can you play with your brother first?"

Song Xin didn't cry or make a fuss, she just smiled at him. Song Hongtian smiled, gave an order to the servant standing beside him, and left. Before leaving, he glanced at Song Yu who was standing beside him.

"Sister, call me brother, brother." After Song Hongtian left, Song Yu teased her with a stuffed toy. Song Xin hugged him and looked at Song Yu curiously with bright eyes.

"Master, no one has ever taught a young lady to call you brother before. You have to take your time."

"...Brother...Brother..." Song Xin opened her mouth, but only an inaudible sound came out.

Song Yu forced a smile. He thought of Xiaoshui again. He wondered if Xiaoshui was living well on his own now. He had to find a suitable opportunity to ask his father to adopt him.

"Song Yu." After Song Hongtian came back, he picked up Song Xin and swung her around for a few rounds before calling Song Yu's name. "I've already arranged it. You'll go to school tomorrow. Go to the grade you're supposed to be in. I'll be waiting to see your grades at the end of the semester."

"Okay, Father."

"Father, if I get full marks in all subjects at the end of the semester, can you promise me something?" Song Yu was shaking with excitement. He didn't know where he got the courage to say this, but he knew that this was a good opportunity that he couldn't miss. He wanted Xiaoshui to enter the Song family with a legitimate reason.

"No, getting full marks is just what you should do. It's not a reward, and I don't think it deserves an extra reward."

Song Yu's face turned pale, and Song Hongtian continued, "...However, on your birthday this year, I will fulfill one of your wishes and reward you for having the idea of ​​getting a perfect score on the exam."

"Really? Thank you, Dad." Song Yu suddenly became happy. His birthday is in early November, and it will be almost a month away. This is much shorter than the end of the semester.

After Song Yu's day and night study and anticipation, the day of November 11th finally arrived.