“What! The house in my hometown was burned!”
Song Yue’s face suddenly swelled into pig liver red. After he heard the news, it was completely like a Arabian Nights!
“What shit are you putting! When I left, I gave you so much money to keep the old house. Now this is how you do things?!”
When Song Yue received a phone call from the village head, he was like an ant on hot bricks.
Irritable and youthful, he never knew what calmness was, so he immediately returned home without saying the booked tickets, which could not be delayed.
I don’t know if the elder sister knows it…
However, Song Yue gritted his teeth and hung up the phone. After catching the plane, he was still uneasy. Do you want to tell the elder sister about this?
But now they are at odds. Before that, the elder sister scolded herself because of Aaron Anderson and sent it to the frontier. Now Song Yue can’t open his mouth at all.
Finally, I plan to go back to China to deal with this matter by myself.
In a private jet, I arrived in less than two hours. I didn’t expect to arrive at the village, but at the door, I met Su Cen, who looked flustered.
“Sister…”
At that moment, Song Yue’s eyes were blurred.
He is young and energetic now, and he is only in his early twenties.
A person went to live on the island for so long, quarreled with the elder sister, and finally heard that the old house was on fire. Now the whole person is lost and desperate. “We… home, home is gone…”
From childhood to adulthood, the two of them spent more than ten years here hand in hand.
It can be said that this old house bears the memories of Song Yue, Su Cen and Master.
But a fire burned the old house, and they couldn’t even have this tiny memory. Is this fate?
Su Cen saw Song Yue, biting his lower lip tightly, looking pale and full of wind and frost.
Just got off the plane, heard the news, Su Cen was drinking tea, the cup suddenly fell to the ground with a click, and tears suddenly fell like beads with broken lines.
‘master…”
“Don’t cry.” She walked over and watched the irascible hedgehog put away his thorns and cried like a child. She patted him on the back gently just like when she was a child, and comforted him in a low voice and murmured: “Nothing… nothing… don’t cry, Xiaoyue.”
“Sister, our home is gone, and even the last thing the master taught us is not protected! I am really useless!”
Song Yue clenched his fists, and his eyes were red long ago. He couldn’t help sobbing.
This is the place where they have lived for more than ten years, and their feelings are self-evident, not to mention that this is the last wish of the master before he died.
It is said that although people are dead, their souls live forever. She doesn’t want to have no shelter after she dies, so let him and Su Cen take good care of the old house.
But now, only a few years have passed, and they have let Master down.
Su Cen was at a loss at this time, as if he didn’t know what had happened at all, his eyes were muddled, and his calm and composure on weekdays had vanished at this time.
Instead, it’s like a sad and empty puppet.
She whispered to comfort the younger brother who had flown thousands of miles.
Whispering every word, like comforting Song Yue, and like telling yourself.
“Let’s go, no matter what happens inside, let’s take one last look at the old house.”