Liang Quan was sitting idly on the steps, waiting for the person he was supposed to et, when suddenly a pair of won’s leather shoes appeared in front of him. Looking up from the shoes, he saw a young woman with gentle temperant, red-eyed. At the sight of her face, he was montarily stunned. The next second, he was wrapped in her embrace, sobbing.
"My son... I’m sorry, it was my fault years ago for not taking care of you, letting you suffer so much hardship. I’m really sorry."
She was genuinely crying, and he couldn’t bring himself to interrupt her. It wasn’t until she was tired from crying and sat down beside him that the mother and son carefully examined each other, and their eyes revealed the tension in their emotions.
"Sweet child, quickly tell Mama, how did you find this place?"
Song Ge composed herself quickly and asked the question that she was most curious about.
Liang Quan gave the prepared answer: "An uncle, he took away before, and I’ve been staying with him these days. Later, he brought here, saying that my real mother would co looking for soon. So, are you my real mom? You’ll be good to , won’t you?"
Liang Quan’s words made Song Ge excited again: "Before, you were at the Wei Family, did they treat you badly?"
Liang Quan shook his head, "Sister beats , mom scolds , dad doesn’t bother with at all. I want to go to school, but they won’t let ."
Song Ge cried again, embracing him and weeping bitterly. At this mont, Liang Quan truly understood what it ant to say that won are made of water.
The mother and son sat at the train station entrance, adjusting each other’s emotions, until Liang Junjie sped over in a military vehicle, he realized that Song Ge was waiting for Liang Junjie, and getting off the car together was a serviceman, probably his colleague.
As the two walked over, Liang Quan imdiately recognized the one on the left as his father, because they looked so alike, especially the brows and eyes, incredibly similar.
Even the serviceman colleague walking over was amazed as he looked at Liang Junjie and Song Ge.
"Brother Jie, sister-in-law, as soon as you look at this child, you know he’s yours by the eyes and eyebrows, exactly with Brother Jie, the mouth and nose resemble my sister-in-law. He looks so handso, a dashing young man, glad you found him, and he’s only five. No matter what happened in the past, let’s nurture him well in the future, he surely won’t be lacking. You two are so excellent, the child’s health is better than anything, let the past be the past!"
Liang Junjie stared intently at Liang Quan, the longer he looked, the more complex his emotions felt. Previously, he and his wife had suspected Liang Xin because he didn’t look like them, thinking maybe he resembled an uncle or relative. After all, a mischievous child might not resemble anyone. Now they see how foolish they’ve been, you can’t deny genetics, this child standing here, he’s undeniably one of their own.
Liang Junjie walked over, directly lifting Liang Quan up, and instinctively, Liang Quan tightly hugged Liang Junjie’s head. The father and son, after locking eyes, embraced tightly. Though the big man, Liang Junjie, wouldn’t cry, his eyes were slightly moist, repeatedly saying.
"It’s good you’re back, it’s good you’re back, let’s go, we’re going ho."
So Liang Quan followed them back to the Liang Family ho. The serviceman colleague had business to attend to and left, returning the mont of reunion to their family of three.
They currently lived in the union’s family compound, a house allocated to Song Ge, because Song Ge did not follow Jun, and as a military family, the unit on Jun’s side had no house, so Song Ge was allocated a good house on the first floor with a courtyard.
Mainly because Song Ge had prospects, a future union president perhaps, and both sides had elders visiting temporarily, it wasn’t too excessive.
The house was a bungalow with a courtyard where vegetables could be grown. Initially, there was a chance to choose an apartnt, but Song Ge, being filial, considered the elders, chose not an apartnt but a bungalow with a courtyard, and it proved beneficial.
Now, in early May, the courtyard’s green beans, eggplant, lettuce, green vegetables, scallions, and tomatoes are growing well, with green beans climbing bamboo poles, waiting for them to climb up!
The small courtyard was tidily managed, though there were only two small plots a few square ters in size, they were neatly organized. In the middle, there was a path paved with blue bricks to prevent walking on muddy ground when it rains. The bungalow’s main house consisted of three rooms, the middle was the living room, bedrooms on either side, the right wing was the kitchen, the left wing was the utility room, and in the corner of the front door, there was a toilet. This small courtyard wasn’t big, and the rooms weren’t large, suited for such a household setup.
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