Granny Song was still anxiously waiting for news at home.
Earlier, after Song Grandpa took a phone call, he almost fainted, but he braced himself and did not fall down. Granny Song asked him for a long time, and only got a vague sentence "Ah Xing might be in trouble."
After that, Song Grandpa called his two sons and rushed out in a hurry with them. Granny Song knew that she could not collapse at this time. If Song JinXing really had something happened, she and the old man still needed to come out to preside over the overall situation.
She forced herself to calm down and not think about those terrible results. She called all the other Song family members to the old house.
Except for Song Xinwen and Song Jingwu, the people from the eldest, second, and fourth son's families all rushed back because of this extremely urgent phone call. When Song Siru saw her mother's face, she knew that something big had happened. The last time this happened was more than 20 years ago when the third son passed away.
Song Siru had a bad premonition, but Granny Song didn't know the specifics either, she just said Song JinXing might be in trouble, and the whole family was anxiously waiting.
The first son's family glanced at each other. Although their faces also showed anxiety, they were delighted in their hearts. They couldn't wait for something to happen to Song JinXing. Only Song Xinwen's wife frowned slightly, with a hint of unease in her heart.
The atmosphere in the old house was gloomy. Not until midnight was there finally movement at the door.
Granny Song immediately got up and walked outside. Because her legs were weak, she staggered and almost fell. Song Lecheng and Song Wenyin rushed up to support her.
The big family walked outside, first seeing Song Jingwu walking in front, and behind him followed two policemen. Granny Song's whole body went limp, as if she was back to the day when her third son passed away. Tears were about to fall, when a familiar figure followed the police and walked in.
Granny Song's mood was like a roller coaster: "Ah Xing!!!"
The expression of the first son's family changed in unison, and Song Xinwen's wife's face turned pale. She realized something, her eyeballs bulged out in horror.
They disliked Song JinXing, wished something would happen to him, but they never thought about being a murderer!
Granny Song's eyes changed from solemn to pained, she trembled and cried, listened quietly to Song Grandpa's words, then walked up to him with tottering steps, and slapped him hard.
She cursed, "You don't deserve to be a father!" Then after a pause, she covered her face and cried bitterly, "I don't deserve to be a mother either."
This ordinary night was destined to be no longer ordinary, and the tranquility that belonged to the Song family was destined to be overturned.
In the end, the police took away the evidence that Song Grandpa had hidden for more than 20 years, plus the evidence Zhong Ruanxing submitted this time, Song Xinwen had been detained. Song Grandpa was allowed to rest at home for one night because of his old age, and go to the police station to assist in the investigation tomorrow morning.
But not long after the police left, Song Grandpa suffered a sudden fainting spell and was rushed to the hospital for emergency treatment.
In the hallway of the private hospital, the red light in the emergency room kept flashing. Song JinXing and Zhong Ruanxing walked on the sofas in the hallway, neither said a word. They just held hands, feeling the warmth from each other's palms, as if this could give them soothing strength.
After a long time, Song JinXing suddenly said in a low voice, "I want to go see my parents."
Zhong Ruanxing held his hand tightly, "Okay, let's go after grandpa wakes up."
It was as if the heavy burden that had weighed on him for so long was finally removed, and along with the relief came a huge sense of fatigue. He leaned on her shoulder, speaking very softly, "Ruanxing, I feel very tired."
Zhong Ruanxing's nose soured, her throat choked up, she gently hugged him and kissed his forehead, "Then close your eyes and rest for a while, I'll be with you, okay?"
He said in a low voice, "Okay."
So Zhong Ruanxing also leaned over, resting her head against his. The two of them leaned on the sofa in the long hallway. After being busy all day, Zhong Ruanxing was also quite tired. She closed her eyes, could hear Song JinXing's breathing gradually become steady, so sleepiness also came up, and she fell into a deep sleep like the ten-minute nap between classes at school in the past.
She didn't know how long it had been, probably ten minutes? Twenty minutes? Because of the uncomfortable posture, Zhong Ruanxing woke up with a start again.
Her first reaction was that the broad embrace she was holding was very warm. She kept her head resting on his shoulder, and could clearly feel the beating from the carotid artery in his neck.
Song JinXing was still asleep, his breathing above her head very soft.
Zhong Ruanxing slowly raised her own hand and saw the slender and fair wrist that belonged to her.
Switched back? Just in this short time?
She felt a little pleasantly surprised, but didn't make any extra moves. She still maintained her original posture leaning against him, just put her arm around his waist, pressed even closer to him, and closed her eyes again.
Until Song Shuling, who went to buy water, came back, "Brother, how did you two fall asleep here?"
Song JinXing's slightly furrowed brows moved, he slowly opened his eyes, and only then realized something was wrong with his body. He turned his head and met Zhong Ruanxing's clear eyes. She blinked innocently, "I don't know what happened, it just suddenly switched back."
Song Shuling quickly covered her mouth, "You two switched back?"
Song JinXing moved his somewhat sore and stiff body, "If the rule is to switch based on each different stage in life, then finally resolving the biggest obsession in my heart can also be considered entering a new stage."
Zhong Ruanxing suddenly understood.
But there was no time to care about this now. Song Jingwu finally calmed Granny Song down and left Song Siru's family to take care of things at home. He hurried over with Song Lecheng. Seeing the light in the emergency room still on, he sat down next to Song JinXing with a heavy heart.
From time to time he glanced at this nephew. After a long time, as if he finally couldn't hold back, he stammered, "Ah Xing, can you forgive your grandpa? He already knows he was wrong. He's so old. What if this time..."
Song JinXing turned to look at him, his emotionless eyes unusually calm.
Song Jingwu suddenly felt ashamed. He thought of his younger brother who died young. If he was still alive, he would definitely be a shining legend. He had no right to ask for forgiveness on behalf of the deceased, on behalf of someone who had borne so much pain over the years.
Song Jingwu stuttered, "Forget it, just pretend second uncle didn't ask."
Song JinXing finally spoke, "He will always be my grandfather."
When he grows old, if there is a chance to meet his son and daughter-in-law again, go ask them for forgiveness then.
Granny Song was still anxiously waiting for news at home.
Earlier, after Song Grandpa took a phone call, he almost fainted, but he braced himself and did not fall down. Granny Song asked him for a long time, and only got a vague sentence "Ah Xing might be in trouble."
After that, Song Grandpa called his two sons and rushed out in a hurry with them. Granny Song knew that she could not collapse at this time. If Song JinXing really had something happened, she and the old man still needed to come out to preside over the overall situation.
She forced herself to calm down and not think about those terrible results. She called all the other Song family members to the old house.
Except for Song Xinwen and Song Jingwu, the people from the eldest, second, and fourth son's families all rushed back because of this extremely urgent phone call. When Song Siru saw her mother's face, she knew that something big had happened. The last time this happened was more than 20 years ago when the third son passed away.
Song Siru had a bad premonition, but Granny Song didn't know the specifics either, she just said Song JinXing might be in trouble, and the whole family was anxiously waiting.
The first son's family glanced at each other. Although their faces also showed anxiety, they were delighted in their hearts. They couldn't wait for something to happen to Song JinXing. Only Song Xinwen's wife frowned slightly, with a hint of unease in her heart.
The atmosphere in the old house was gloomy. Not until midnight was there finally movement at the door.
Granny Song immediately got up and walked outside. Because her legs were weak, she staggered and almost fell. Song Lecheng and Song Wenyin rushed up to support her.
The big family walked outside, first seeing Song Jingwu walking in front, and behind him followed two policemen. Granny Song's whole body went limp, as if she was back to the day when her third son passed away. Tears were about to fall, when a familiar figure followed the police and walked in.
Granny Song's mood was like a roller coaster: "Ah Xing!!!"
The expression of the first son's family changed in unison, and Song Xinwen's wife's face turned pale. She realized something, her eyeballs bulged out in horror.
They disliked Song JinXing, wished something would happen to him, but they never thought about being a murderer!
Granny Song's eyes changed from solemn to pained, she trembled and cried, listened quietly to Song Grandpa's words, then walked up to him with tottering steps, and slapped him hard.
She cursed, "You don't deserve to be a father!" Then after a pause, she covered her face and cried bitterly, "I don't deserve to be a mother either."
This ordinary night was destined to be no longer ordinary, and the tranquility that belonged to the Song family was destined to be overturned.
In the end, the police took away the evidence that Song Grandpa had hidden for more than 20 years, plus the evidence Zhong Ruanxing submitted this time, Song Xinwen had been detained. Song Grandpa was allowed to rest at home for one night because of his old age, and go to the police station to assist in the investigation tomorrow morning.
But not long after the police left, Song Grandpa suffered a sudden fainting spell and was rushed to the hospital for emergency treatment.
In the hallway of the private hospital, the red light in the emergency room kept flashing. Song JinXing and Zhong Ruanxing walked on the sofas in the hallway, neither said a word. They just held hands, feeling the warmth from each other's palms, as if this could give them soothing strength.
After a long time, Song JinXing suddenly said in a low voice, "I want to go see my parents."
Zhong Ruanxing held his hand tightly, "Okay, let's go after grandpa wakes up."
It was as if the heavy burden that had weighed on him for so long was finally removed, and along with the relief came a huge sense of fatigue. He leaned on her shoulder, speaking very softly, "Ruanxing, I feel very tired."
Zhong Ruanxing's nose soured, her throat choked up, she gently hugged him and kissed his forehead, "Then close your eyes and rest for a while, I'll be with you, okay?"
He said in a low voice, "Okay."
So Zhong Ruanxing also leaned over, resting her head against his. The two of them leaned on the sofa in the long hallway. After being busy all day, Zhong Ruanxing was also quite tired. She closed her eyes, could hear Song JinXing's breathing gradually become steady, so sleepiness also came up, and she fell into a deep sleep like the ten-minute nap between classes at school in the past.
She didn't know how long it had been, probably ten minutes? Twenty minutes? Because of the uncomfortable posture, Zhong Ruanxing woke up with a start again.
Her first reaction was that the broad embrace she was holding was very warm. She kept her head resting on his shoulder, and could clearly feel the beating from the carotid artery in his neck.
Song JinXing was still asleep, his breathing above her head very soft.
Zhong Ruanxing slowly raised her own hand and saw the slender and fair wrist that belonged to her.
Switched back? Just in this short time?
She felt a little pleasantly surprised, but didn't make any extra moves. She still maintained her original posture leaning against him, just put her arm around his waist, pressed even closer to him, and closed her eyes again.
Until Song Shuling, who went to buy water, came back, "Brother, how did you two fall asleep here?"
Song JinXing's slightly furrowed brows moved, he slowly opened his eyes, and only then realized something was wrong with his body. He turned his head and met Zhong Ruanxing's clear eyes. She blinked innocently, "I don't know what happened, it just suddenly switched back."
Song Shuling quickly covered her mouth, "You two switched back?"
Song JinXing moved his somewhat sore and stiff body, "If the rule is to switch based on each different stage in life, then finally resolving the biggest obsession in my heart can also be considered entering a new stage."
Zhong Ruanxing suddenly understood.
But there was no time to care about this now. Song Jingwu finally calmed Granny Song down and left Song Siru's family to take care of things at home. He hurried over with Song Lecheng. Seeing the light in the emergency room still on, he sat down next to Song JinXing with a heavy heart.
From time to time he glanced at this nephew. After a long time, as if he finally couldn't hold back, he stammered, "Ah Xing, can you forgive your grandpa? He already knows he was wrong. He's so old. What if this time..."
Song JinXing turned to look at him, his emotionless eyes unusually calm.
Song Jingwu suddenly felt ashamed. He thought of his younger brother who died young. If he was still alive, he would definitely be a shining legend. He had no right to ask for forgiveness on behalf of the deceased, on behalf of someone who had borne so much pain over the years.
Song Jingwu stuttered, "Forget it, just pretend second uncle didn't ask."
Song JinXing finally spoke, "He will always be my grandfather."
When he grows old, if there is a chance to meet his son and daughter-in-law again, go ask them for forgiveness then.
