The first top lady

When Song Yixuan and his friends returned home, it was almost dark. They saw a lot of things piled at the door, most of which were vegetables.

They know who sent it and they encounter this situation every time they come back.

"If you can't finish it, just give some to an old man like me?"

The voice came from behind. It was from a man in his fifties, but he looked much older than his peers. He was unkempt, and when he smiled, wrinkles appeared at the corners of his eyes. His eyes were full of vicissitudes, but still bright.

There is no connection between him and the Song family. The only similarity may be that they both moved to Longquan from other places.

However, Song Yishen really gave it to him.

"Of course I will. Why don't you have dinner with us?" Song Yixuan invited.

She had invited him sincerely, as always, and the old man had refused as always.

"No, you guys eat it, I'll take it back and make it myself."

For some reason, Song Yixuan could always see a feeling of sadness and relief in the old man's eyes.

It is easy to understand the loneliness. When you are old, you have no parents, no children, and no wife, and you live all alone.

But why and where does this relief come from?

What a strange old man.

She only knew that the old man called himself Fan, and like them, he was not originally from the village. He suddenly moved to the opposite side of their house one day. She didn't remember the exact time, but it was after she dropped out of school.

She could see that Mr. Fan had no ill intentions and even helped to watch the door.

He is indeed a strange old man.

In fact, this strange old man’s surname is Fan and his given name is Zhengquan.

After they went in, Fan Zhengquan turned around and walked home, tears in the corners of his eyes but a smile on his lips, and he sighed over and over again: "It looks like... It looks like..."

He found the descendants of his old friends, but apart from that, what else could his broken body do?

The hostile forces in the Imperial Capital are too strong for him to defeat.

What if I tell them the truth? They are just innocent children. It is good to live as the children of the Song family as they are now. At least their lives will not be in danger.

"That girl is also a benefactor..."

Fan Zhengquan had inquired and found out that Song Yixuan was not the orphan of his friend, but later it was indeed Song Yixuan who supported the broken family.

Song family.

"Sister, I'll sleep with you at night." Song Yitian came out of a room on the first floor holding a pillow and went to Song Yixuan's room.

There are three bedrooms and two living rooms downstairs, three bedrooms and a study upstairs, and a terrace reserved for the persimmon tree.

Song Yitian has her own room, but she has become accustomed to sleeping with Song Yixuan.

Song Yixuan usually agreed, because Song Yitian didn't give her the time or opportunity to refute.

So only Song Yishen and Song Yixun lived on the second floor.

Song Yike was also on the first floor.

The nights in the countryside are quieter than those in the city. You can fall asleep to the sound of grape vines climbing up the racks, the sound of wind blowing through the leaves of persimmon trees, or sometimes the sound of insects and crickets chirping...

But tonight, Song Yixuan woke up from his dream and called out lightly, "Third Brother".

She was still immersed in the dream she had just had, and she looked at the ceiling for a long time to calm down.

Seeing that Song Yitian was sleeping soundly, he got up alone and quietly went to sit in the yard.

She folded her hands in front of her chest, lowered her head and silently recited the name "Third Brother", trying hard to recall the scene in her dream, but she could not outline the man no matter what.

Looking up, the stars were shining brightly and the moonlight was peaceful. No one knew the doubts in her heart.

That person and that scene were not the first time she had dreamed of them. They seemed familiar yet distant.

In the dream, there were two children, a boy and a girl. The girl was five or six years old, and the boy was two years older. Sometimes he would take the little girl to fly a kite, and sometimes he would take the little girl to the pond to fish. Then when they were discovered by adults, they would both bow their heads and be scolded, but in fact they were just laughing.

She only knew that the little girl would call the little boy "Third Brother", but she couldn't hear clearly what the little boy said every time.

If she only dreamed about these, she would be happy.

But more often, she dreamed of a little girl standing alone beside a long line, seemingly waiting for someone. Then two blurry figures came over to talk to the little girl and gave her a fried chicken drumstick.

Later, the little girl kept crying and shouting, "Third brother, third brother, I want to find third brother..."

Song Yixuan didn’t know who the little boy or girl in the dream was, nor did he know why he always dreamed about these things.

But she will feel heartbroken.

The line at that store was very long, so long that she couldn't see "Third Brother" at a glance, and so long that "Third Brother" couldn't hear her crying.

Every time she woke up from her dream, she realized that the words "Third Brother" were actually called from her own mouth.

Why did she bring herself into that little girl?

I feel an indescribable feeling in my heart.

She seemed to have forgotten many things, including who she was and where she came from.

She only remembered that after she arrived at the Song family, she became Song Yixuan, and the Song family was the starting point of her memory.

What about before coming to the Song family?

These dreams, both real and imaginary, left her with no way to investigate.

"elder sister--"

The confused and roaring sound was Song Yitian struggling between half asleep and half awake.

"what happened?"

When Song Yixuan returned to the room, she saw Song Yitian holding the quilt and occupying her "territory".

Song Yitian still had his eyes closed. He pointed in a random direction with his finger and said, "Your cell phone..." and then fell silent.

Are you sure you're not dreaming?

She took the high-speed train for the whole morning today, "fought" with a few friends after lunch, and then took a two-hour bus ride back to her hometown. She was really sleepy.

Seeing this, Song Yixuan walked over and pulled the quilt for her, picked up the mobile phone on the bedside table, walked out, turned off the lights, and returned to the grape vine trellis.

It was already three o'clock in the morning.

It was a missed call from Yan Zhe. Song Yixuan called back, "What's wrong?"

"Sister Xi, are you still awake?" From the voice, it looked like a young man in his early twenties.

"I slept and woke up."

Yan Zhe was ashamed, "It can't be me..." Was he woken up by the phone call?

"Not really." She woke up first. "The door isn't closed yet?" Song Yixuan changed the subject.

"Just closed. Oh, I remember, grandma came again, just before closing the door." It was already late at night. "She wouldn't listen to us even if we tried to persuade her. You know, Sister Xi, she listens to you."

The "grandma" Yan Zhe mentioned is an old lady who owns a small shop and lives across the street from "Xiao Yao You". She is over 70 years old and has no children.

"Yeah." Song Yixuan responded, seeming to be thinking about something.

"Grandma came over in the middle of the night to give us some homemade pastries, and we don't need any of them. She must have wanted to see you, but she didn't ask. She just put them down and left. Jiang Sen and Duan Xiu sent Grandma back."

"Xiao Yao You" is a hotel, a restaurant, and the best restaurant in Jiangnan, so naturally there is no shortage of food.

"By the way, Sister Xi, there is a Mr. Feng who wants to check some news." This is why he called overnight.

"What news?" Song Yixuan asked casually without showing much interest in it.

This is exactly what Yan Zhe was curious about. "He said he would come over in person tomorrow. However, Zheng Shuke checked his number and found that he was calling from Jianzhong."

"Jian, Zhong." It didn't seem to be any special place. "Then I'll go there tomorrow." She hadn't been there for a long time.

"Okay." Unexpected joy, "I'll wait for you, Sister Xi."

Song Yixuan continued to look at the night sky in silence. She still wanted to check on the person in her dream.

If that little girl is her, then who is the "third brother"?

But how could she check for an obscure person?