Chapter 70 Drunk with Song Qingyi (5)

Song Qingyi took the hangover tea, looked up and saw that Uncle Tong was still standing aside, showing no intention of going out.

With a frown, he couldn't help but ask with some doubts: "Is there something else, Uncle Tong?"

"Uh..." Uncle Tong didn't answer Song Qingyi's question when he heard Song Qingyi's question. Instead, he held his hands and hesitated as if he didn't know how to speak.

"Uncle Tong, if you have something to say, I've always regarded you as one of my own." Song Qing said in a moderate voice.

In the Song family, if you want to say who Song Qing has a deeper bond with, of course it must be Uncle Tong.

When his parents' plane crashed, he was already 12 years old. He was precocious and knew a lot of things. In the dark, he had more or less hostility towards the Song family and others.

No one would like to put a hot face on a cold ass, so he has almost no interaction with the Song family, and he is even stranger with the Song family. Instead, he is closer to this Uncle Tong who takes care of him as a servant .

Uncle Tong lowered his head and seemed to be thinking for a few seconds, then he raised his head firmly as if he had made a decision and said, "Master, I received a message a few days ago that my elder brother was found..."

Having said that, Uncle Tong paused for a moment, and looked up at Song Qingyi's expression.

There was a flash of understanding in Song Qingyi's eyes, but he didn't say much, he just asked, "Have you confirmed it?"

Since it was a few days ago, Uncle Tong must have met someone. If he was not sure, Uncle Tong would not take the initiative to talk to him.

Sure enough, Uncle Tong went on to say: "I've checked it out, it's indeed my elder brother..." After speaking, Uncle Tong's voice was a little choked up.

Looking at Uncle Tong's tearful face, Song Qingyi couldn't help feeling mixed feelings for a moment.

Over the years, although Uncle Tong didn't say anything, he had personally experienced the pain of losing a loved one.

Several times when he came back, he saw Uncle Tong sitting alone holding a family portrait, his eyes flushed.

He understands the pain of losing a loved one best.

The room was quiet, except for Yu Chiguang's slight snoring.

Both of them were silent for a while, before Uncle Tong said again: "My elder brother has suffered a lot these years, he is not sick for long now, I want to take care of him..."

Speaking of the latter, Uncle Tong couldn't help sighing, he thought that he would have no relatives left in this life, but after fifty years, he found his elder brother who was his closest relative, he was both happy and bitter.

I am happy that I still have relatives who are alive in this world, but at the same time I am worried about Song Qingyi.

Although the young master is usually indifferent, he knows that the young master is the most affectionate, but he keeps everything in his heart and doesn't say anything.

Song Qingyi has lived with Uncle Tong for more than ten years, so he naturally knows what Uncle Tong is thinking.

He turned his head to look at Yu Chiguang, who was blushing, and said, "It's a good thing that Uncle Tong has found a relative. Don't worry about me. I still have her..."

Uncle Tong also turned to look at Yu Chiguang, then nodded: "Well, Young Madam is a good girl."

Song Qing smiled when he heard Uncle Tong's words: "Well, Uncle Tong should go to rest earlier."

"Then I'll go to bed first." Uncle Tong turned around and left the bedroom after speaking, not forgetting to close the door behind him.

Song Qing looked at the closed door for a while, then turned his head and stretched out his hand to caress Yu Chiguang's short hair, a sigh escaped from his lips.

Always so willful and naughty, when will I grow up?

Probably because he suddenly remembered something, Song Qingyi shook his head, it was already very good.

 First update today~
  
 
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