The raindrops splattered in the water, creating a half-foot tall splash.
Yang chengcai's voice was mixed with the heavy rain, so song qingxiao, who was in the room, must have heard it.
He was alone and couldn't take care of his daughter, Little Miss Zhang, and find aunt yang.
"What should I do?"
The thought flashed through father song's mind and he stomped his feet anxiously.
uncle song, I beg you. My mother is not young anymore. If she's gone, what's the point of me living? "
The young man cried loudly.
He seemed to have returned home before he came, and he was carrying a bag of things on his back, which was obviously a temporary collection.
The package was soaked with water, and the thing inside was stuck, revealing a rectangular object with edges and corners.
Father song didn't need to open it to guess that it was a memorial tablet-it was placed in the Yang family's residence and belonged to his sworn brother.
