It's almost cold, and it's the coldest day of the year.

Song Xing sat on the sofa, looked at the fine snow particles falling outside the window, and made himself a cup of black tartary buckwheat tea.

In the black gilt cup, in the rough aroma of grain, her gaze is like the surface of a bubbling lake, although it is amazing, but there is always a feeling that there is a monster hidden under the lake.

Aunt Lan didn't dare to look at Song Xing's gaze, she lowered her head slightly, took out her ID card, and put it in front of Song Xing.

"The name on my ID card is really Cao Jinlan, but my real place of origin is not East China, I am from Chenguo, born in 1942, about 20 years older than your parents. ”

Song Xing nodded, there was no joy or anger on his face, Aunt Lan knew that this was a signal to let her continue. Her job bowl and her granddaughter's future are all pinched in Song Xing's hands, but at this moment, Song Xing's face is like an iron plate, and there is no expression to be seen.

She could only organize the language a little:

"To be precise, I am a native of the Tatsu Kingdom that has not been divided in the 40s. ”

"After the war, my parents tried to take me to the northeast for fear of being deported, and on the way, my father died of hunger and cold. ”

"My mother took me to play cotton for a family. This family was originally from East China and was sent to a northeastern farm. After the catastrophe was over, I followed the family to East China. The men and women of this house are intellectuals, and they treat us very well and teach me to read and write. ”

"But within a few years, my mother died. I took over my mother's job and took care of the family. They have three sons and one daughter, so I usually have a lot of work. Later, they were transferred and came to the imperial capital. “

But not long after, the man cheated on a young girl in marriage, and the woman fell seriously ill. “

"I didn't think it was suitable for me to live in their house anymore, so I chose to leave and went to work as a cleaner in the International Trade Building, which was ten years ......."

She held out her hands.

"In the Guomao fire a few years ago, I was also in the building at the time, and my granddaughter's life and I were saved by Director Qiao, that is, Rong Zhen's father. ”

Song Xing's heart moved.

After realizing that Wu Tang was Aunt Lan's granddaughter, she guessed why Wu Tang appeared by Rong Zhen's side so coincidentally, and tried her best to get Rong Zhen's wallet back, it turned out that she wanted to repay her kindness.

In the previous life, Wu Tang said that he would work hard to make money to meet someone, and when Rong Zhen had an accident, Wu Tang's whole person seemed to be drained of his soul, and he no longer had the previous aura.

Song Xing suddenly realized, maybe in his previous life, Wu Tang hadn't had time to say to Rong Zhen: "Thank you dad for saving my life......"

Song Xing looked at the intertwined and mottled scars on Aunt Lan's hands, and remembered the terrifying scars on Ye Jiu's back, as well as the sadness that was entwined in Rong Zhen's eyes like a thick color.

Unexpectedly, a fire that had nothing to do with him hurt so many people around him.

Song Xing sighed, put down the tartary buckwheat tea in his hand, and his eyes were as sharp as if he wanted to see through Aunt Lan's heart:

"Your story, with its twists and turns, should be true. But if I were a naïve girl in her twenties, maybe that would be the end of the matter. But unfortunately, I have not been naïve for a long time. “

"Aunt Lan, if your story is a script, this script is a failure because the characters don't stand up, in other words, many parts of your story are illogical. ”

Aunt Lan lowered her head, like a helpless child, this reaction made Song Xing feel cruel too, but she still said expressionlessly:

"Why do you have to leave this house when the man cheats, what does his cheating have to do with you? You should have a lot of affection for the hostess, but since she is sick, you should not leave but stay and take care of her." ”

Aunt Lan's eyes showed a hint of crampedness, and she smiled bitterly:

"I knew you would get to the bottom of it, and it was the girl who worked for their family with me who had feelings for the man in this family. The man is a high-level intellectual, who is researching a highly regarded project for the country, and not only has no time to take care of the children, but also has no time to cook for daily life. “

This girl was originally doing odd jobs at the man's school, helping the school cafeteria pick and wash vegetables, she volunteered to work for the man, and gradually, the two had a relationship. ”

"The hostess was seriously ill after she found out, I knew that I also needed to avoid suspicion, and I knew that the hostess was worried that if others knew about it, it would ruin the career of the male owner...... So I offered to leave their house, and before I left, I promised the hostess that I would never divulge it......"

Song Xing threw out a second question:

"Then after the fire in the imperial capital, why did you go back to East China, you are not from East China, and you can't have any relatives in East China, why don't you go back to Guangjing?"

Aunt Lan seemed to remember the sad past, and her eyes suddenly turned red.

"Miss Song is wrong, I have no relatives in Guangjing...... After Wu Tang was frightened by the fire, he would be scared when he saw the light and smoke for a long time, and we escaped death, of course, we never wanted to return to the imperial capital, a place where children have a shadow in their hearts. ”

Song Xing observed Aunt Lan's every expression, and her black feather-like eyelashes drooped slightly.

She gently sipped the astringent tea from her black gilt mug, her delicate lips opening and closing.

In the steaming of tea, her face was gloomy like the snowy night sky outside the window.

"Aunt Lan, since you have a smart granddaughter of Bingxue, you should know that our generation is not so easy to fool. ”

Song Xing put the teacup on the wooden table in his hand and stared at Aunt Lan's eyes seriously.

"If you don't want to return to the imperial capital, why should you be reprimanded by the management in front of Rong Zhen?"

Aunt Lan was about to speak, but was coldly interrupted by Song Xing:

"You are 42 years old, even last year, you were 66 years old, such an old cleaner can still be hired by the hotel of the Royal Group, which shows that you are not only in good health, but also have a small salary, and you are also appreciated by the person in charge of the hotel. “

"You've done decades of cleaning and sprinkling, and you can't make mistakes easily, and you know how to avoid suspicion when you see a fire in the backyard of the person who hired you, which means that you have a high IQ and emotional intelligence, so it's even less likely to offend senior management. “

"Since you have a relationship with Director Qiao, then you will not know Rong Zhen, who often appears in newspapers and magazines, and is also cared about by your granddaughter. You deliberately reprimanded him in front of him, wanted to talk to him, but when you arrived at my house, you did everything you could to avoid staying with me to work...... Aunt Lan, my patience is limited...... Why did you go back to the imperial capital?"

Song Xing took the mobile phone and hinted to her that if she didn't tell the truth, she could only fire Wu Tang.

I think of my granddaughter being as happy as a bird after getting a job. Aunt Lan raised her head slightly, swept away the cramped expression, and replaced it with a resolute face that had never been revealed.

Song Xing sat up straight, she knew that the story about Aunt Lan had just started now. I want to talk about "The Shadow Queen of the First World War under Rebirth" with more like-minded people, and pay attention to "excellent reading literature" on WeChat, talk about life, and find confidants~