After the servant nodded and stepped down, Song Anle looked at the letter in his hand. Judging from the thickness of the letter, it should not be an important letter. So she took apart the letter and took out a note from it. The note was familiar handwriting. Although it was just two short sentences, Song Anle still showed a bright smile.

Uncle Xiangzi finally woke up under the treatment of medicine. When she learned about Uncle Xiangzi's awakening, Song Anle was so happy that she couldn't wait to come to the west courtyard. When she entered the house, a little maid was giving food to Uncle Xiangzi.

"Uncle Xiangzi." Song Anle walked in happily and said with a smile again, "You are finally awake."

"It's the eldest lady here;" Uncle Xiangzi said, and got up and sat up. Song Anle hurriedly walked up to stop him and said, "Hey~ don't get up, lie down quickly."

"Thank you, Miss." Uncle Xiangzi's face was full of charity and peace.

"How is it? Do you feel better?" Song Anle took the place of the little maid and sat next to the bed.

"It's much better;" Uncle Xiangzi said with a look of emotion and satisfaction: "Thank you, Miss, for your love for me so much, otherwise I'd probably have gone to the west."

Song Anle smiled, and she smiled gently and said, "Uncle Xiangzi, don't say that, you are the old man from my house, we should take care of you."

Uncle Xiangzi said with gratitude: "The eldest lady, Bodhisattva, is really like the same person as his wife."

Song Anle smiled and mentioned her relatives. She couldn't help but show some sadness in her face, but she was a little confused. On weekdays, she never allowed servants to mention it at will.

The names of her father and mother were not the same as Uncle Xiangzi, but since Uncle Xiangzi is an old man in the house, he also abides by the rules. Today, he suddenly mentioned it, which made Song Anle confused.

Song Anle thought that Uncle Xiangzi was worried about her parents, so she said, "By the way, my mother wrote to me yesterday, saying that everything was fine and told us to be careful."

Uncle Xiangzi looked haggard with a happy face, and even the stiffness of strangeness was hidden in her old age. Because Song Anle ignored it, she would always pass the letter from her parents to her by Uncle Xiangzi.

Uncle Xiangzi said weakly and weakly: "What else did the lady say?"

Song Anle shook her head a little dimly. She could only say in a low voice for her parents’ longing: "It's still the same."

"It's good to be the same as before, so the eldest lady doesn't have to worry."

Song Anle nodded. She never blamed her parents for leaving. It was a cruelty towards her children. It was just that there was too much unknown to her, which was really difficult for her to understand. Therefore, the old master and wife of the Song Mansion were both the result of the death and left in others' impressions.

After a few seconds, Uncle Xiangzi observed Song Anle's expression, and he suddenly remembered something and said, "By the way, is the young master in the mansion...?"

Uncle Xiangzi was obviously saved by Gao Yuanshang, so it was normal for them to see him, so she said calmly: "Young Master Gao has a life-saving person to me, so let's stay in the mansion for the time being."

Uncle Xiangzi nodded and said slowly: "This person is very ordinary, so the young lady should pay attention to it."

Song Anle looked at Uncle Xiangzi inexplicably, but she pretended to be calm and said, "Uncle Xiangzi may say anything."

"I'm so dizzy, I'm just relying on my intuition." Uncle Xiangzi smiled kindly.

Seeing that Uncle Xiangzi obviously didn't want to say much, she didn't force her. In short, she could not break off from her relationship with Gao Yuanshang in a short period of time, so she had time to think about his identity.

"I haven't listened to Uncle Xiangzi telling me a story for a long time." Song Anle smiled faintly. Although Uncle Xiangzi didn't want to say more, she still wanted to ask for some meaningful words about him from the story.

Uncle Xiangzi smiled lovingly and said, "Miss still likes to listen to stories so much."

"I like the feeling of listening to stories." Song Anle smiled faintly and unhurriedly, as if he incorporated himself into a fairy tale.

"Why don't the young lady try to tell stories by herself?"

"It's not yet time." Song Anle still had a smile that was untainted from the mud. She believed that every story had a certain experience, just as everyone had a story of their own, but the depth of experience created a variety of exquisite plays in the story.

"It seems that the young lady has really grown up." Uncle Xiangzi's loving face showed relief from the bottom of his heart, just like watching a seedling, gradually growing in his eyes. Until now, a tenacious tree may not be strong enough, but it is enough to survive alone.

Song Anle smiled. She understood Uncle Xiangzi's words. She had watched Uncle Xiangzi grow up with her own eyes since she was a child. Now the years have gradually pushed them, and time has also witnessed their growth.

Just like when he was a child, Song Anle was by his uncle Xiangzi, listening to wonderful and touching stories. Although there were too many sadness, too many disturbances and changes, entangled love and hatred, and the end of the song, it seemed that each paragraph made people unable to help but integrate themselves. However, whenever the story came to an end, the body and mind that were integrated echoed in endless feelings for a long time.

The end of a story also means the beginning of another new story or the stage of a subsequent story. So every time Song Anle immerses herself in the story, she will remind herself that not being able to get out of a touching story will mean that she cannot enter the next prologue. Therefore, she has already put herself outside the story with great ease.

Because Song Anle could realize that every story is about to start the prelude for an end. No matter whether the story is moving or not, no matter whether the melody is sad, a story will eventually be settled one day, even if it is delayed or supported by each other.

In the afternoon, Uncle Xiangzi finally fell asleep in the wonderful story. Song Anle looked at her kind face, but was occupied by vicissitudes. She didn't know whether she should cherish the experience she had accumulated for Uncle Xiangzi, or feel melancholy for his vicissitudes of life.

Song Anle gently took away the pillow that Uncle Xiangzi leaned against and helped him pinch the corner of the quilt, then left alone. When she went out, she realized that it was already sunny outside, and the chirping birds seemed full of vitality.

Song Anle was originally depressed, but instantly became clear with the vibrant voice. She took a deep breath. The cold wind did not feel cold, but instead felt a clear trend, indoctrinated into her body as she breathed.

Such clear sky is undoubtedly the cold winter, and it is the best day for traveling. There is a vast white snow scene and a warm sunshine. If you have a close friend, it must be the most precious moment in your life.

Song Anle suddenly thought of the few people who went to Lianhu to enjoy the snow. Lianhu is the best place to enjoy the snow in Liancheng. In this comfortable and pleasant weather, the snow scene of Lianhu is definitely refreshing.

Song Anle sighed inexplicably. Although she did not go together first, it was her own choice. In this rare weather, she did not want to waste a gift from God, so she also strolled in the garden;

Admiring the white snow scene and feeling the vibrant birds and insects, Song Anle quickly faded away the faintness in his heart, but instead wanted to integrate himself into the beautiful scenery.

Unfortunately, everything was not as good as others wished. Just as Song Anle was about to integrate into nature, a servant ran over hurriedly.

Perhaps Song Anle had not yet slowed herself out of the beautiful scenery, or maybe she didn't want to walk out, so she did not meet her, but just stood there, as if she was walking towards the servant.

"Miss, I'm looking for you." The servant was in a hurry, and seemed to have been looking for Song Anle for a long time. These two points can fully explain that what will happen next must not be a trivial matter.

"What's so anxious?" Song Anle still had a dull expression.

Although the person who came was anxious, he was calm. He nodded and said, "Go back to the eldest lady, a servant came to tell me that the second prince invited the eldest lady to move."

Song Anle's eyebrows and eyes were lowered. She thought that the second prince would have returned after being evaded last time, at least a while before he could turn back. She didn't want to come back so soon and asked her to meet her in a blunt way. The second prince seemed to be a nice invitation, but it was just a kind of change of direction.

Song Anle lowered her eyes and pondered whether to see her or not. If she went to see her, it was obviously because of the last donation meeting. But she just let the second prince move her, which seemed too passive. But if she didn't see her, what reason should she refuse? After all, he is the prince.

Song Anle no longer knew how long she had been thinking about it. This situation was completely beyond her imagination. Besides, Song Cheng and Song Qi were not in the mansion, and even Qing'er and Song Xiaojing were not there. The only one who could help her with some ideas was Uncle Xiangzi, but she didn't want to disturb him to rest, and this matter was indeed in a dilemma.

"Miss..." the servant beside him reminded him softly.

Song Anle then regained her mind. Faced with such a situation, she could only choose to fight. Instead of being revealed to go to an unknown place, she simply dared to turn the second prince into a passive position. If the second prince wanted to punish her, it would probably not be so much. She asked to see her again and again, so instead of sending herself on an unknown road, why not create a path for herself? Anyway, she has to take this step, so each one is the same.

Song Anle decided to solve this matter and was determined to find out what the second prince intended. So she said frivolously: "You go back and come back, and I will say that this lady is not inconvenient to go out far away. If the second prince sincerely announces her daughter, she dares to invite the second prince to see the tea house at the foot of Xizi Mountain."
Chapter completed!