The calligraphy is actually not very good, crooked like an earthworm, so she only recognized it after reading it for a long time.
[Ah Shu is the head of the family] Song Miao read it softly, and there was a signature and seal on it, signed by Huo Wuyong."
Ah Shu is my mother's nickname, and the characters are written by the old man, which is quite ugly."
The man complained unceremoniously.Song Miao was stunned, she was quite envious, her brother's parents must have a very good relationship.It's just that he is so abnormal, which makes Song Miao very worried, and she is a little panicked in her heart.Huo Yunque sat calmly by the piano, his big palms were thin, his fingers were distinct, and he was casually tapping the piano keys.Doremi, Doremi......
Repeat these three tones all the time.Song Miao cautiously moved to Huo Yunque's side and sat down, looking at him quietly.Sensing the little girl's worried gaze, as well as the strong maternal aura that permeated her body, Huo Yunque smiled helplessly."
What's wrong?""
No, no......"
"Don't lie!"
Huo Yunque's voice sank.Song Miao immediately betrayed Uncle Zhang.Huo Yunque held his forehead and pinched his eyebrows.Of course, he wouldn't blame Uncle Zhang for this kind of thing, and he wanted to know what Uncle Zhang was for.It's just—he lowered his eyes, watched the little girl tug at the corners of his clothes in fear, and murmured, "Brother, don't be sad, I'll accompany you in the future—" The little girl's voice was soft and serious, and her whole body was glowing.Inexplicably, Huo Yunque swallowed back the explanation.Nodding, "Okay." ”After his mother fell ill, she chose euthanasia and left.He still remembers that day, the family changed into new clothes and had a happy meal.Then his mother took him in her arms and kissed him, telling him to be happy at all times, and that she would always watch him in heaven.Then she walked into the room without looking back.At that time, Old Man Huo, whose hair was not gray, was outside with him, and neither father nor son shed tears.Because my mother also said: Sooner or later, we will meet again, it is only a matter of time.So, before that, remember to be happy!
Yes, it's just a matter of time.Everyone dies, but at least the mother's departure is not painful.The Huo family has a big business, but Huo Yunque's living environment when he was a child was not complicated.There is no blood of wealthy families, intrigues.The death of the mother has not become a family taboo.At least, Old Man Huo had a smile on his face when he mentioned his deceased wife.Most of the memories left by the other party are beautiful and worth remembering.But looking at the little girl's appearance, she seems to have too much brain supplement, and her distressed eyes are red.Hanging his head, he held his big palm.Her little hands were soft, boneless, and pinched like a ball of cotton.It was quiet in the flower room.Song Miao suddenly said, "Brother, can I play a tune for you?"
”"Oh?"
Huo Yunque raised his eyebrows, but he was really surprised, "Can you play?"
”"Of course~ I can have a lot of things~ I'm a treasure girl~~" Her voice was extremely sweet, proudly holding up her small breasts, very proud.The invisible tail behind him is wagging and seems to say: Look at me, look at me!
I'm so cute!
Pick me!"
Ahem......"
The man was wearing a loose shirt with a natural hem, and he bowed slightly, elegant and noble."
Then I'll see."
He leaned back on the chaise longue, his head propped up with one hand, his coat draped over his shoulders.