After Ye Ranran finished speaking, Ye Xinglan came over. He took a deep breath, exchanged glances with Yaoyao, and then said:
"Little Tangyuan's favorite before was the song "Mountains and Rivers". Yaoyao and I will sing it for her. Mommy, put her favorite things in it. I hope our little Tangyuan won't feel sad about these pains again. "
"Little glutinous rice ball, did you hear that? My brother and sister are going to sing for you." Ye Ranran pursed her lips, sniffed, then squatted down and held Xiao Sichen's hand.
In this world, it is very painful for a white-haired person to send a black-haired person.
But they have to go through it and really face it once.
Ye Xinglan looked at Yaoyao beside him, then suppressed the pain in his heart and sang in a hoarse voice:
"Look at this mountain/Ten thousand valleys and thousands of rocks/Connect one river after another/Let the river/Stars rush to the river/Made one bay after another/Compose this picture/Luan Huifeng dances/The mountains are too high to be reached/Splashed with ink / The ink is full and the pen is full / Run my beautiful rivers and mountains / Let him pass the eight thousand miles of clouds and the moon / Manly man / All stand forward / We have climbed over the three mountains and the five mountains / We still have to look forward / We have traveled all over the world / Never Don’t talk about suffering and difficulties/No matter if you are covered with stars or wearing moonlight/Great rivers and mountains/Always stay with me..."
When Ye Xinglan was about to cry, Yaoyao spoke again:
"Go to the highest point/Shigatse/Stand on top of the Himalayas/Go to the farthest east/Heavy snowfall/Heavy snow is floating on the Mohe River/Go to the farthest west/Remember the smoke of the wolf/The wind makes a circle in Kashgar/Go to the farthest south/Blue sea and sky/The dragon rises and the waves surge into the sky/ I draw my mountains and rivers with a flick of my brush/I paint this majestic mountain with my sword and thousands of feet/The dragon and snake are drawn by the surging river water/I paint my China with unswerving paintings/Let me pretend to be the Qin and Han Dynasties in my heart/I dream back to the Tang Dynasty to paint peonies/The silver hooked iron painting is not faded/I outline it Out of the magnificent rivers and mountains..."
After the two people's voices fell, Ye Ranran's heart sank into the magnificent mountains and rivers.
These scenery are all liked by Xiao Tangyuan. Xiao Tangyuan said that they must have cultural self-confidence and believe that they can achieve happiness.
"An Song." After the funeral, Ye Ranran suddenly looked at An Song, her eyes much gentler.
An Song paused and looked at Ye Ranran with a somewhat complicated mood, "Sorry, Aunt Ranran."
The most common thing An Song said these days was sorry.
She has marked all her actions as a sinner. She hates herself, hates herself, and hopes that she will not continue like this.
Ye Ranran could actually see her emotions.
But most of the time, Ye Ranran was immersed in missing her daughter. It was actually impossible for her to understand An Song immediately.
Now that Xiao Tangyuan's funeral has been completed, communication with this girl is essential.
"Let's... go and have a chat." Ye Ranran said proactively.
An Song nodded nervously, and then said: "Then... let's go... together."
Ye Xingtong wanted to follow, but was eventually rejected by Ye Ranran, "Xingtong, don't worry, no one will hurt An Song. But An Song and I really need a frank conversation."
Ye Xingtong hummed, of course he knew about his mother's choice.
Moreover, An Song has been avoiding him these past few days, which makes him feel a little uncomfortable.
What happened to Xiao Tang Yuan changed all of them.
He didn't even dare to think about his future with An Song first.
In the garden, white roses bloomed one after another, they were so proud and wanton.
When the wind blew over, they swayed, as if to tell the world that no one was more lovable than them.
Ye Ranran picked off a white rose and handed it to An Song, "My child, this flower suits you very well."
An Song took the white rose, but the first thing he said was: "Aunt Ranran, I'm sorry."
"How many times have you said sorry in total in the past few days? Have you ever counted it carefully?" Ye Ranran asked softly.
An Song lowered his head and said nothing.
She didn't know what else to say, it seemed that she could only express her feelings by saying sorry.
"I... am really sad and sad. I don't know what to do to make you happy." An Song cried.
Ye Ranran hugged her, stroked her back gently, and said word by word: "My child, you didn't do anything wrong. You shouldn't apologize to anyone. This world is inherently unfair, you Also a victim.”
"But if it weren't for me, how could Xiao Tangyuan be where it is today?" An Song said and sighed.
"Let's not say that this is fate. Let's just say... we were actually... influenced by Hong Yunxi from the beginning. Our kindness gave Hong Yunxi the capital to hurt other people. This is why she keeps doing wrong. Things. My little glutinous rice ball probably lost his life because of these things." Little glutinous rice balls have always been smart.
Ye Ranran knew that this daughter was more transparent than anyone else.
Perhaps, without their knowledge, Xiao Tangyuan had predicted something.
It's just that the little glutinous rice balls were not mentioned to everyone.
Xiao Tangyuan just wants to say goodbye to them silently, right?
Therefore, after understanding this truth, Ye Ranran only blamed Hong Yunxi. As for An Song, she had no complaints at all.
Even she knew that An Song was just a victim of these feelings.
"Hong Yunxi knew that you would feel guilty about this, so Hong Yunxi deliberately said such words to stimulate you. But An'an, Ye Xingtong and I will not blame this on you. This has never been your fault from beginning to end. .Did you do something? You had nothing. You just wanted to know your identity."
Ye Ranran was explaining every word to An Song. Why couldn't An Song understand it?
The more they understand themselves, the more An Song will feel guilty about self-inflicted harm.
"It's me...it's me who doesn't deserve the forgiveness of all of you...I...I am a bad person after all, a very, very excessive person." An Song sighed.
"You will never get happiness if you always deny yourself. An'an, since you are Hong Song'an, you must first recognize your family. They also suffered a lot while waiting for you." Ye Ranran said.
Huo Xiaoling clearly should recognize her daughter, but she didn't dare to have direct contact with her. She had to worry about her mood. How could Ye Ranran not see it?
They cared so much about her mood, and as friends, it was impossible for them to be selfish and make them suffer.
Therefore, Ye Ranran hopes that An Song and the Hong family will truly get to know each other, and that they can abandon those unhappy things.
"I think this is what Xiao Tang Yuan is looking forward to. She has always been a kind child." Ye Ranran said.
An Song pursed his lips and said nothing.
Ye Ranran didn't want to put too much pressure on An Song. After thinking about it, she said, "But... you decide your relationship with Ye Xingtong yourself. We won't interfere!"
