Chapter 2237: Seeing Song Dazhuang

Chapter 2237: Seeing Song Dazhuang

Aunt Hong was genuinely good to her nephew, Song Dazhuang. Judging by the offerings placed in front of the tombstone, someone had visited him about ten days ago.

Apart from Aunt Hong, there was no second option.

Meng Yunzheng held little Song Le's hand and approached, "Kowtow to your father, and if you have anything to say, take your time."

"Okay." Song Le obediently knelt down. He had never seen his father before, but he had heard Aunt Hong talk about him. Even though his father was simple-minded, he still cared for him. When he was still in his mother's womb, his father used to talk to him and say that he would earn money for him.

Meng Yunzheng and Shu Yu didn't disturb him. They went to the graves of Song's young uncle and aunt and burned a lot of paper offerings.

Song Le lit incense and spoke in a warm and gentle voice, "Dad, I'm Little Le, and I've come to see you. I'm doing well now, studying and learning to read with Uncle. I eat well, dress warmly, and have many friends... I actually envy Quan Quan a little. His parents are very good to him. I know that you and Mom would have been good to me too."

As he spoke, his emotions inevitably became a bit low. He had planned not to cry when he came here, but now his eyes were starting to turn red.

"Dad, I'm leaving tomorrow, and I don't know when I'll be able to come and see you again. You're in heaven, please bless me to find Mom soon, okay? We have a little clue about where Mom might be waiting for me. Auntie says we'll definitely find her, and I believe Mom is waiting for me somewhere. When I find Mom, we'll come together to see you."

After finishing his words, he respectfully kowtowed three times, then got up. When he stood up, he wiped his eyes with his hand. "Dad, goodbye."

Song Le walked back to Meng Yunzheng's side, taking three steps for each turn. Shu Yu handed him a handkerchief to wipe his face and asked, "Are you done?"

"Yeah."

Meng Yunzheng had him kneel in front of his grandparents' grave. "These are your grandparents. Kowtow to both of them."

Song Le obediently knelt down and kowtowed, saying, "Grandpa, Grandma, I'm Little Le, and I've come to see you."

Meng Yunzheng patted his head and said softly, "Uncle, aunt, rest assured, I'll take good care of Little Le. Although we're leaving the capital tomorrow, Ah Yu has a business here. In a couple of years, when Little Le is a bit older, we'll have him come to the capital with the delivery team and visit you again."

Upon hearing this, Little Song Le's eyes brightened a bit.

After burning the last piece of paper money and extinguishing the fire, Meng Yunzheng tidied everything up and then held Song Le's hand as they left.

When they reached the foot of the hill, Song Le felt a warm breeze brush against his cheek, and it felt a bit ticklish but gentle.

He paused for a moment in his steps, and Meng Yunzheng stopped and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Uncle, can I ask you for a favor?"

"Of course, anything you want, Uncle will do it for you. There's no need to ask or not ask."

As he spoke, he lifted Song Le onto the horse carriage.

The little guy sat obediently, and when everyone was inside, he whispered, "Uncle, can you help me paint two portraits, of my parents? I want to keep a memento."

"Of course, we're heading to the Hong family now. I'll ask Aunt Hong about your parents' appearance, and we'll paint them for you."

Speaking of which, Meng Yun Zheng hadn't been able to spare time during the two previous visits to the Hong family. It was always Shu Yu who took Song Le there.