Xiao Qiyue shook her groggy and slightly swollen head, and dragged into Song's empty living room step by step, last night on the verdant grass not far from Song's villa, and Song Minghao's dream scene was like a movie that never ended, slowly replayed in her mind that was getting more and more dizzy.

"No, I'm so ashamed. If my parents found out about it, and I exposed Xia's secret to someone who might be an opponent, they would definitely be angry and scolded me to death, even if a child's words were not enough. Awakened from a nightmare, July quietly walked into the corner of the corridor in the moonlight.

"You must know that even if my grades are in the middle, if the teacher criticizes me a few words at the parent-teacher meeting, my parents will think that I am too uncompetitive and refute their face. I hope Song Minghao's little brother can forget such a bad night. It's like I'm talking gibberish. ”

July glanced at the pebbles of different shapes under the glass floor of the living room, and the flying fish swimming freely in the dark pool.

She reached out and gently rubbed her sore shoulder. Inadvertent subtle movements, whether it is the high-spirited demeanor of walking, the elegant demeanor between gestures, or even yawning, rubbing eyes, and the range of hands raised are all standard 37 degrees, from this point of view, the tacit understanding between her and Song Minghao is more like innate.

"I'm so tired, but my mind is blank, as if I hadn't slept well with someone I had talked to last night. With whom? In my dreams I seem to see Cool Summer, but why does she give me a feeling of hatred for me. I really don't understand, since I came to the Song family as a guest, I feel as if someone has cast a spell, and I always unconsciously think about things that will not happen at all. How could that girl hate me, after all, I always protected her before and after. ”

July touched her full forehead of sweat, but her mind was still in a state of stupor, and the moon's Shenghua was silently dancing opposite her, and between the solemn curtains in the crystal gray crystal, there were fine lines like autumn water.

"Bang!" The only remaining light in the dark night was completely erased by the sound of the door shut.

"Smack!" came the sound of smashing things from the master bedroom at the end of the corridor on the third floor. Immediately after, the woman's tearful questioning voice reached July's ears again.

"Song Mosheng (Song Minghao's father) You ungrateful dog, how do you think you got to where you are today. Without the support of me, Yan Yaruo and the Yan clan behind me, you would have been able to get to this position. "Aunt Song yelled at Uncle Song like an angry lion.

July slipped upstairs quietly.

"You can be the best business person in the limelight! As far as you believe that you are self-made, oops! Self-centered people have really gained fame and fortune, and they have forgotten their origins, and everything should be shared. I'll tell you, your name is not right, and your words are not good. If it weren't for my mother's house, who would you think you were, you would be a beggar, a beggar. If I hadn't chosen you to be the son-in-law of our Yan family, which street would you be begging for food on now, little white face, and begging for food, I would have to give you some tooth sacrifice every Qingming. Aunt Song's voice was sharp and harsh, not losing the wind speed and punishing every word.

In the half-hidden room, Yan Yaruo (Song Minghao's mother) face is above July's line of sight, her pair of slender and long, slightly upturned Danfeng at the end is covered by the hanging burgundy ear-length short hair, perhaps because of long-term fatigue, the mother introduced Aunt Song seems to be more than ten years older than in the photo, a few crow's feet are embedded in her tear-filled eye sockets, and the originally clear and distinct pupils have long been like pieces of brown amber wrapped in ink-colored insects. Somehow, her whole body was soaked in the rain, and strands of her rain-washed hair stuck to his extremely uncomfortable and much thinner cheeks.

At that moment, the word terrible filled July's ears.

In my memory, Aunt Song is a gentle elder who gets along very well, but for some reason my aunt is abnormal, she glared at Uncle Song fiercely, and the oblique Ni who was eyeing him was like sending a servant who had made a mistake. July couldn't help but hide behind the door and listen secretly.

"Song Mosheng, do you still remember the scene when you chased after me like a licking dog when we first met? You chased me for a few streets, but you still have a number in your head?" Aunt Song stared at Uncle Song calmly and calmly, her fingers curled slightly, aimed at the wall behind Uncle Song, and threw the square scarf on the coffee table.

"Whatever you want to say, don't sell it to me. I don't have time to pay attention to you shrew. Uncle Song slapped the table angrily, and he tightened Aunt Song with the nervous eyes that dealt with his sworn enemy and fierce enemy.

Aunt Song held back her tears, she smiled and sighed, and then swept around the room with sharp eyes, and when she was sure that there was no one around, she slapped her face, and then approached Uncle Song's eyes. "At that time, I was like this, whether others scolded me for being irritable or moody, do you think I like my current self very much? Do you know why I have become myself who even dislikes myself? Song Mosheng..."Although she was angry, she still smiled, and calmly poured the wine in the bottle on Uncle Song's head.

"Mother-in-law, you are doing death. Before Aunt Song's words landed, she was intercepted halfway by Uncle Song, who was embarrassed and angry. The glass shards brushed past Uncle Song's skin, and a lot of blood suddenly flowed out.

"You!" he swiped his hairstyle with his blood-stained hand. Then he always maintained a turbulent and terrifying momentum and faced her coldly.

"Hahahaha, haha. Aunt Song, who was embarrassed and embarrassed because of her emotion, had a violent dry cough. She slowly stepped back. "What did you just say, you said that I would die. Hahahaha. Facing Uncle Song's shocked seriousness, she pulled her hair in embarrassment.

"If I hadn't done it desperately, you would have died in the wilderness with that cheap hoof, and there would have been no one to collect the body. How did you find me in the first place, your flattering face?" she frantically rubbed Uncle Song's pink neck. "What about your hypocritical sweet words? Ah, you say, how did you deceive me and Zheng Qian, two women who really love you, by deceiving the world. Aunt Song was stunned for a moment, then turned around and scolded.

"In order to go from the last group performance to the queen of the song Zheng Qian, you have offended as many people as you have used, which of them is easy to offend, do you know that in order to fulfill your ambitions, our Yan family will not send our necks under the blade one day, and you want to live a life of licking blood with the blade, will I accompany you to be frightened? What happened to the air crash on the Yan mine back then? Why did you lie? Why did you tell me the truth? If you want to cover up the darkness or Chen Cang's darkness, how many sins have you still had in Song Mosheng that have not been atoned for. The expression on Aunt Song's face was very complicated, but there was still a trace of hesitation at the beginning of her words.

Uncle Song changed his pedantic demeanor, and he forced Aunt Song to retreat to the wall. His fist was fixed on Aunt Song's chest. "You'd better not push me, or next year, it's yours today...". Aunt Song struggled to hold on to the wall behind her, her voice trembling intermittently. "I forced you, which of the dirty things you did I forced you to do. I hope you will achieve something, but have I forced you to use the next three indiscriminate means to achieve your ideals? I dare not admit what you have done? I want to push a woman to come forward to face the crime, haha, it's not the first time I've done this. Uncle Song didn't want to entangle with her too much, so he knocked away the wine bottle she was holding with her injured hand with one hand.

Then, Uncle Song simply shouted: "You'd better remember your duty for me." Looking at Aunt Song with a still look of disgrief, he pulled off the tie he got out of nowhere, and his snow-white shirt was torn to reveal his chest muscles full of horizontal stripes. "You don't mind my business. He looked up at the woman who shared the same bed.

"Stop it, we can't pay off the debt you owe forever, by the way, there is also Li Minglan, do you remember the nurse Li Minglan back then? Aunt Song suddenly lowered her voice and asked with a mysterious expression. "You tell me, did you promise her anything or did you say that there was a bing..."

"Ah!!" Song Mo was so angry that his blood was bursting with anger, and he vented the qi and blood that rushed straight to the top door onto the objects in the room. With the trembling sound of "bang, lala", everything in the room that could be lifted was smashed by him. Even the wedding photos hanging on the wall were knocked to the ground by him.

"Hahaha. Looking at the smashed and messy room, Aunt Song laughed amusedly.

After a while, she continued to shout in a threatening tone.

"And in order to block the hearts of the people of the world, and in order to win down those peers who disagree with you in one fell swoop. How much have I done for you, Zheng Qian was simply pretending to be crazy back then, in order to destroy your crime, you took advantage of the natural disaster to specially plan a tragic disaster, Zheng Qian did not die in clinical trials, but was sent to the funeral home by you when she was in a deep coma..."

"Yan Yaruo!! have you made enough trouble, you shut up for me. Song Mosheng squinted his eyes and stopped arrogantly.

"Why do you want to kill me, don't you? Yes, you were ignorant and confused back then, you could be ruthless, not to mention... You are full of wings, and naturally you can't tolerate the people who raised you in the first place. Everyone says that you are forbearing, but in fact, you are fundamentally natured, so you don't even think about doing those things that have lost your conscience. Aunt Song retreated to the corner of Chunrong Yemao, and she continued her worries in her heart in a self-talking manner.

"Countless sleepless nights, how much I miss my lost self. Her gaze was fixed for a moment, like remembrance, more like lamentation, but none of these could stop her determination to work hard. "But. Aunt Song was so angry that she burst into tears.

"Yan Yaruo, you are hopeless. Get out of the stairs for me, if it weren't for Minghao's minority, I'd give you a divorce agreement right now. Uncle Song shouted hoarsely.

"Okay, if you dare to give me a divorce agreement, I will use your hands to give you a funeral for this shameless person who crossed the river and demolished the bridge. ”

Aunt Song broke off, but she didn't expect Uncle Song, who she had left this hand, to stumble and almost didn't kneel down for her.

"Yan Yaruo !!," Uncle Song gritted his teeth and shouted word by word. "Don't be ignorant. Song Mosheng tore up the only family portrait on the bedside table, and then threw it into the wastebasket in front of Aunt Song.

"Hehe, is that all you have to do? I can't see it, you who promised to be the ladder that Li Minglan climbed, let the unlucky toddler fend for himself. Her lips and teeth trembled, but Aunt Song resolutely made a wild horse that broke free. "Also, what did you do after the mining disaster, in order to cover up the truth, you trapped the bodies of the victims and the elderly and children at home like animals, and in order to make huge profits, you did not hesitate to raise the price of food and daily necessities in the area tenfold, and it is not unwise to pinch your neck to collect money. Song Mosheng, the five generations of my Yan family are no better than you. ”

"Shut up, the more you talk about it, the more outrageous it becomes. Can you afford to wear this hat, or can I wear it? I warn you that the things that hurt heaven and reason are not next to me, Song Mosheng, even if you avenge those people, don't point at my nose. The older I get, the more frustrated I become, and even though the sky falls, it can't reach my head. Song Mosheng shouted crampedly.

"Yes, it's not your family who died, what does grief have to do with you. What a generous old man you are, you are the only one to drive your peers away. and then symbolically throw a lot of black heart dividends to strangers who have been cheated by you, so that those people will be grateful to you. Song Mosheng, it's hard for you to never lose sleep all these years. The living eat melons with tears in their eyes, but what about the dead? Have you almost strangled people to death in your dreams? ”

Song Mosheng opened a bottle of foreign wine and poured himself one after another. At that moment, Yan Yaruo was completely chilled, and in the face of her husband's prieful mouth, she took a big sip of cooperation.

"As long as you shut up, no one will shut you up. The corners of Song Mosheng's mouth twitched, and he smiled wickedly. "Even if I do it, what can I do, do you have the evidence? Do you have the order to confront me face to face with the evidence?"

Aunt Song wrenched the other wine bottle in her hand and gritted her teeth in annoyance. "Don't think I'm deliberately revealing your scars. I'm here to save you. I'm just trying to talk to you. Yes, all the people around me are being treated by you... It's ,,, you're done, forget it. Feeling sad for a while, she suddenly raised her head and wiped her tears. "Do you have to kill them all? Cut down the grass and eradicate the roots? They are all ordinary people, they won't stand against you, will they? And why do you treat my family like that. What could they be wrong with?" Aunt Song was so angry that she stomped on her shiny dancing shoes.

"Opposing interests, disagreeing concepts, and preventing micro problems is the best reason. A person who keeps saying that he will be good for you, but stares at your husband's mistakes infinitely magnified every day. Do you think he's a reliable friend, as if he's a god and I'm the devil. I told you that out of the door of the Song family, I am still an upright and good person. Song Mosheng walked in front of Yan Yaruo seriously, and the two faces that were also untouched were getting closer and closer, and even the two equally sharp mouths were about to fit.

"Do you know why I miss that time? Do you think I miss your secret send-off? You are secretly making a note to your old lover and paving the way for yourself. Trick me into hand, and then find a chance to monopolize my Yan family's property. Song Mosheng, Song Mosheng, if Zheng Qian hadn't met someone unladylike and told her girlfriend your plan word for word, I would have been really kept in the dark by you, and in the end, I would have given up my family business to you. I really don't know if I'm too selfless, or if you're too insidious and despicable. “

The "bang" wine bottle shattered at Uncle Song's feet.

"You're crazy, aren't you? Three years of medicine won't cure your paranoia. If you dare to say more, I will throw you into an insane asylum and let you be the companion of Zheng Qian, who has been tortured by humiliation. When the time comes, don't blame me for not remembering the old love. ”

"What? I heard you right, you just said that you miss the old love... Remembering the old love, hahahaha. Aunt Song smiled bitterly as if she were crying wolf.

"Don't force me, it's better to be interesting, if it weren't for your Yan family's help to help me, I would have been able to give you this tigress a good start and a good end." Uncle Song said indignantly.

The blurry light shone on the scarlet liquid that had been sprinkled all over the ground, and a stinking river of desire faintly appeared between the two people who loved and hated the two poles.

Aunt Song straightened up with a smile, her hand that had been punctured by the glass wine bottle was crossed around her waist, and she stepped on Uncle Song's tie again, she lowered her head and said softly. "Do you think I'm as naïve as her Zheng Qian, and I'll be deceived by your rhetoric? Speaking of which, she was really a good actor back then, but she couldn't play your rival role well. In the face of Uncle Song's kicking, Aunt Song lowered her voice and said regretfully: "Zheng Qian's cheap hoof, she even hooks her fingers to scare her soul." Robbing a man with me, I really don't know how thick the sky is, I am not ashamed or impatient, and I am shameless to die. Of course someone like you has to be paired with a madman like me!" she stared intently at him in front of her.

"The dead are honored, and those who speak disrespectfully will be punished by heaven. Uncle Song's face changed abruptly, and he said in a serious tone.

"The dead are respected!" Aunt Song snorted coldly. "If I'm not mistaken, when Mr. Song entered the door of the Yan family, he longed to sever the blood relationship with the original family, and he was a cold-blooded animal, and he also deserved to educate me with great truths. When I was a girl with white letters, didn't I study?" Aunt Song's eyes were full of sparks. "The world says that wolves and tigers are disabled, but they still recognize their relatives, what about you. I would like to ask my dear President Sung who lives in your heart?" She asked crisply, as if she were chopping food with her fingers on his heart.

"Damned. Aunt Song didn't bother to look at him, she sighed slightly, and said earnestly.

"If I hadn't been born rich, wouldn't I have even been as good as that slut? Where are you missing the old love, who have you loved besides yourself?"

Aunt Song angrily waved the half-broken beer bottle in her hand again, and the yellow liquid splashed down along the left and right sides of the broken bottle.

"Enough, that's enough. Didn't I just accompany an important client to socialize and come back late. Are you yelling at me? And you've got a lot of unfounded incriminating evidence. Uncle Song, who was speechless, pressed his forehead, and calmly sorted out his appearance in the mirror with a missing corner. He turned, once again looking around her gaze. "Besides, with your and my status now, if I don't blow you away, I am already merciful everywhere, and I can still allow you to be presumptuous in front of me. Ah?!!! let you ride on my head and curse me. Let you put all the basins on my head. ”

Uncle Song stared back at Aunt Song with even more ferocious, even evil and cruel eyes. He hooked his rough fingers and aimed at the bridge of Aunt Song's upright nose. "You still want to continue smashing things, don't you, smash them! Smash them! Don't you say that these are all your Yan family's things? smashed hard, and had the ability to set the house on fire. Our family will give you a funeral. ”

Uncle Song condescendingly looked at Aunt Song, who was just pushed by him to sit on the sofa chair and wait for him for half the night. Like an alcoholic drunkard, he violently brushed away her hand with broken glass.

"Song Mosheng, I, Yan Yaruo, have always said the last sentence in my life, even if I ask you today, I ask you to stop it in time, and don't insist on going your own way anymore. I'm afraid that if you make mistakes again and again, you will eventually become a meat pad under the soles of other people's feet. You will be laughed at and spat upon by the world. Aunt Song grabbed Uncle Song who was about to walk out of the door.

"You let go. Uncle Song was stunned for a moment, and then his face turned cold again.

"I don't let go. Aunt Song was like a deflated ball, and her tone weakened a lot.

"You don't let go. Do you think you can stop me? Let me tell you, in my Song Mosheng's life dictionary, I never give up halfway, and some only have the last laugh. He pushed away her trembling hand, straightened up, and spoke in a contemptuous tone. "Women, what do you know? Could it be that you really think of yourself as a business elite? It's just for the sake of my power to hold you. In the depressing atmosphere, he looked at Aunt Song with burning eyes. "Don't think that if I don't tell me, I don't know what you're doing behind your back. ”

"No, Merson, I don't want you to go, I won't let you out of this room today anyway. Even if you are really full of evil, you are also the man I love most in my life. Do you know I've been having nightmares lately, she's back, Zheng Qian is really back, and she's scurrying around like a ghost in the empty room. In my dreams I saw her with a gun in her hand, and the head of the gun was aimed at your head, and I dreamed that countless people were happy to watch you being shot, and those who clapped and applauded were all dressed in neat green clothes. I still dreamed of you, you were thrown into a mass grave, really I didn't dare to close my eyes recently, I'm so afraid that you really die and have no place to be buried. Walking on a tightrope on the cliff, there is always a time when you miss the mountain forest. ”

Aunt Song's words stimulated Uncle Song's heart, his face changed, and he said lightly: "Yaruo, I know you won't harm me, after all, you and I are grasshoppers tied to a rope." Whether I'm down, or you're in trouble, none of us can escape. But judging the situation, do you think I still have room to turn back? I have walked this road for too long, and my eyes are dark, battle, and cruel. What it means to stop is to bring about your own destruction. Uncle Song waved his hand, the light in the dark was warm, but his wandering eyes were unfathomable.

"Even if you do all the bad things, I can't watch you die. Aunt Song tightly wrapped around him from behind.

"Bang!" the wind slammed the door shut. July's heart jumped violently and turned into the laundry room next door.

The terrifying sound of glass shattering, mixed with the muffled sound of heavy objects hitting the ground. July covered her buzzing ears in fright. "Oh my God, it's horrible. The Song clan is really not a place where normal people can come in, I have to find a way to get out of here, and go as far as possible. You can't agree to marriage, and such a complicated family must not marry in. Although her mind was full of headache question marks, thinking about the conversations that made her feel at a loss, she always felt that there must be a huge conspiracy hidden in the family marriage.

"Oh, what the hell am I going to do?" July shook her head, her gaze still clear and calm as she raised her face again. "If you are afraid of being discovered, you have to pretend to be a harmless white rabbit. "She's so glad she's smart.

But when she thought of Song Minghao, she was shocked in her heart, "Minghao's little brother is the most gentle and down-to-earth boy in the world, a piece of chocolate, a cup of milk tea, or a waffle made by his mother can make him happy for several days." It's a pity that such a good boy was born in the confused Song family. ”

July bowed his head and meditated.

The spring sun always shines out of the colorful pillars of light, and then shines on them.

July rode the bicycle given to her by Song Minghao slowly, she circled around the magnificent tall porch and the corner stonework, facing the morning sun, and she left a crisp laugh like a silver bell in the familiar and elegant Song garden.

"Summer July, riding great. Give you a thumbs up 666. July raised his face, on the balcony on the second floor, Song Minghao was wearing a pair of black-framed glasses, but he still inadvertently revealed his youthful rebellion and frivolity. He sat handsomely on a lilac rattan chair, in the bright but not dazzling sunlight. His serene smile was almost transparent.

The four eyes looked at each other for a long time, and July only felt that his little face was secretly hot in the cool wind.

In the trance-like sight, she was pleasantly surprised to find that Song Minghao's pupils were like a newly blooming rose at that moment, and her light purple eyes gradually dispersed.

The white clouds floated silently behind him, and he crouched beside the carved railing. Looking up at 37 degrees, there seemed to be a pair of wings behind him that reflected a white outline.

July braked the bicycle in front of the gate of the iron flower, and through the gap between the iron flower and the railing, the sound of the boy's endorsement was like a trickle of water.

The oblique back in the sun, the boy's delicate British side face. He politely took the Ceylon black tea that the waiter behind him poured for him.

The fragrant floral aroma and the elegant tea aroma greet you.

That peaceful and beautiful morning.

Minghao and July sat side by side, sometimes sipping tea, sometimes whispering softly, "People often say that the years are quiet, and this is probably what they look like." ”

At that moment, July had a splitting headache.

In the next room, the pair of elders were still yelling wildly. Although July is still young, what kind of hatred must be it for people who have once had love to fight each other and fight each other.

July Close your eyes, your fine eyelashes gently flutter under your almost transparent eyelids.

The more her mind went blank, the more her uneasy heart fluttered uncontrollably, and at that moment she wished that she could immediately pass out, so that she was not indifferent to Minghao's unspoken pain, and she could also keep this secret that could not be unfolded.

July clamped her head, but the voice from the bottom of her heart summoned her to continue listening.

In the flickering lights of the master bedroom, Uncle Song impatiently interrupted Aunt Song's chatter. There was a great disgust written in his eyes.

"Yan Yaruo, I really gave you face. I think I'm just too indulgent to make you arrogant and do whatever you want. I haven't settled accounts with you yet, and you crashed in. The light in the room was bright and dark, and Uncle Song's elegant face was as hideous as a bull, ghost, snake and god in purgatory.

In the smell of gunpowder smoke in the sky, Aunt Song laughed wildly, she leaned forward and closed her back with laughter, and the tears hidden in her eyes dried up.

"You dare to participate in my project, my guests, you dare to investigate their details behind my back, you even... Uncle Song's eyes were subtle, and there was a great meaning in them.

Compared with Aunt Song's heartbreak, he was holding the shelf calmly. "You even want to use my banner to deceive and make a lot of money without people knowing. Now, now tell me what you're missing, do you want to find the right time to casually button me up and guillotine? What else do you say, don't want to watch me stumble for a while, causing eternal hatred. The blue flame from the lighter slowly extinguished.

Uncle Song took a sharp breath, spat out the smoke ring in disgust, and reprimanded proudly. "Do you think you are still the daughter of the famous Li family? On the day your brother monopolized the shares of the company, you lost any usable value. Uncle Song swaggered to the bookcase and took out a tattered old newspaper from the bookcase, which not only featured Yan Yaruo and Yan Zhenglin as hot articles, but also attached a moving photo of Yan Yaruo kneeling in Yan's house.

"If it weren't for my sake, for the sake of your careful birth and nurturing of Ming Hao, do you think you would still be able to hold the position of Mrs. Song? And you'd better stop me from your little moves, your little tricks. If I hadn't sat in this position, would you still be alive to see the sunrise and sunset? If it weren't for my old feelings and intercepting your "business," do you think you would have laughed until now? With your EQ and IQ, be my opponent. Let's go in the next life!"

Uncle Song stood up slowly, and simulated the gentlemanly demeanor of a gentleman in the movie, and picked up the coat hanging on the back of the sofa chair contrivedly. Then, he walked out with full aura.