When Nanbei said it, she regretted it a little, her eyelids jumped uneasily, and said, "Forget it......"

Song Qingran pursed her cold thin lips, muttered for a moment, and spoke almost at the same time as her: "Hmm." He took Nanbei by the hand and walked to his bedroom, his bedroom and Nanbei are two styles, it looks low-key and simple, and the lights are not bright.

Nanbei watched Song Qingran walk to the bookshelf, there was a thick book on it, the book looked like some traces of time, with a mottled atmosphere, he turned his back to Nanbei, hung his head slightly, pursed the corners of his lips, and opened the book.

Nanbei walked over and stood beside him. Inside was a photograph with torn edges and yellowed paper, as if it had been touched like this, and as if it had been vandalized.

The photo is two people, a woman holding a little boy, the photo paper is yellowed, dyeing the outlines of both of them with a blurred halo, the boy's eyes are very dark, the outline is soft, not at all like the current cold and hard, the woman smiled gently, looking straight at the camera, as if she could penetrate the years and stand in front of her vividly.

Song Qingran was very uncomfortable with showing weakness to others, even if this person was the closest person he was now, his throat was dry and hoarse, and his voice was difficult. He said, "It's her." "

He didn't seem to know what to call her, what to call her mother? He thought in his heart, but when she was alive, he didn't call her that, she was gone, how could he call her in front of people.

The eyelashes moved slightly in the north and south, no wonder Jiang Fu would want to replace a servant's son with her own son, Jiang Fu and Song Yancheng are not low in appearance, and the appearance of the child born will naturally not be low, she estimated that she searched for a long time in the surrounding East Asian crowd, and finally locked on Song Qingran's mother.

A maid who works in the Song family has delicate facial features and a gentle temperament, and the appearance of the child she gives birth to should be okay; working in the Song family, her status is low, and she must rely on the Song family's snort to live, which is easier to control; she has a husband, a family, and a traditional ideology, and will not be restless to seduce the male owner because of the child's affairs.

Mockery flashed in Nanbei's eyes. Aunt Jiang is really good at planning, and she is thoughtful, not at all like the brainless lady she usually poses.

Nanbei's eyes are still locked on the photo, Song Qingran on the photo looks very young, from the beginning of Nanbei to the Song family, she has never seen the woman in the photo, nor has she heard of anything related to her, until today, this woman has slowly become a three-dimensional image in her eyes.

These are all phases that have occurred in which the North and the South have not participated. It is the common memory of Song Qingran and Su Xiang, it is really ridiculous to think about it, when she wanted to know and want to be close to him before, he was far away from her; when she had the idea of leaving, he suddenly wanted to analyze himself in front of her, obviously what he put in front of her was not his sincerity, but he wanted to pretend to be pitiful, as if he was accusing her of coldness--"Look, north and south, I have told you all about my unbearable past, you don't cherish it, what do you want?"

Song Qingran's confession today, in her opinion, is just a kind of charity from his high-mindedness.

Song Qingran also looked at the photo, his Adam's apple rolled, and the lines of his chin were very tight and tight: "I didn't know at this time, she was mine...... Mother. This sentence. "I was often alone and there was no one at home, but I was used to being alone, and she was rarely near me, but I had already noticed that she was always watching me secretly. Later, it was I who had a fever once, and my parents were not there, and the rest of the servants didn't know that I was sick, because I had a bad temper, and they only shut myself in the bedroom because I was angry, and no one dared to knock on the door, and later, she came to me first and found out that I had a high fever. Song Qingran hooked the corners of her lips, smiling very lightly, as if recalling that time, "I resisted first, and pushed her, naturally I didn't push it, and scolded her loudly, but she just didn't leave, and later, I saw worry and distress on her face." "

His chest rose and fell slightly.

Nanbei understands his feelings, and people are vulnerable when they are sick. Adults are still like this, not to mention a little boy who is eager for love, and Xiao Song Qingran must have a cold face and a warm heart at that time.

"She took care of me all night, much like what a mom does. Since then, I have found that she often comes to take care of me, I have chased her many times, no matter how many ugly things I say, she will still smile and stubbornly follow me, and then tell me a bunch of big truths that mothers will tell their children. "

Nanbei knew that Jiang Fu estimated that she was not happy at that time, and it was not a child born and raised by herself, so why should she be so concerned, she regarded giving birth to a child as a means to consolidate her marriage and maintain her marriage, Song Qingran as a bond, as long as she lived well, why did she have so much emotion and energy, if she had that time, it was better to dress up and dress herself.

Song Qingran didn't continue to speak, took a deep breath, and asked the question she cared about: "What about Su Xiang? What kind of special existence does Su Xiang have in this story?" She had already restrained her tone, she thought she had controlled it well, but she still couldn't hide her sourness and sarcasm.

Song Qingran lowered her eyebrows: "She lived next door to the Song family when she was a child, and she was about the same as me." Her parents didn't care much about her, so she often came to me, because she was the daughter of the Su family, I didn't want to pay attention to her, but it was not good to drive her away, one day, I found that the two of them were watering the flowers in the garden together. The two of them were referring to Song Qingran's biological mother and Su Xiang.

She is also gentle to Su Xiang, who is usually very arrogant. It's good to her, the two of us have something to say every day, and over time, the three of us often get together. "

"She likes Su Xiang very much, doesn't she?"

Song Qingran knew that Nanbei didn't like his answer, but he still rolled his Adam's apple and said, "Well, she likes Su Xiang, what she likes is Su Xiang when she was a child." "

"She wants you to marry Su Xiang?" laughed Nanbei.

"Beibei, that's in the past. "

"You just have to answer me, yes or no. "

"Yes. Song Qingran furrowed her brows, "Because Su Xiang always said that she wanted to marry me, she joked about it, but there were too many jokes, and Su Xiang took it seriously." "

"You take it seriously, don't you?" Nanbei raised her eyes to look at him, looking smiling, but she felt the bitterness between her lips and teeth, "So you and Su Xiang are in love, and you still want to marry her." "

Song Qingran's dark eyes were deep: "Angry?"

"yes, angry. Nanbei said, "Su Xiang doesn't want you anymore, I want you." She didn't choose to say this, but Song Qingran didn't get angry because of such words, he raised his eyebrows: "Didn't you snatch me away?"

"I regret it. Nanbei said lightly, "I regret it, I want to return ......"

Her tail note had just landed. Song Qingran was silent and didn't let her continue: "It's too late, I can't return the goods, and I don't allow returns." "

Nanbei is actually full of Song Qingran and Su Xiang's past affairs, she is like this, she has to pretend to be open-minded, and she can't help but be cautious, but she has to force herself to spread out all the things that should be done to her in front of herself, tearing her wounds at one time.

"And then?" she asked.

This time, Song Qingran's silence seemed to be a little longer, because the back was obviously not good, and he stated calmly: "Probably I was too close to her, there was a servant at home who complained, Jiang Fu knew, how could she allow me to be intimate with my biological mother, such a relationship had already threatened her, so she quickly took action." Song Qingran paused. "I had a car accident and died, and Jiang Fu did it. "

Nanbei's eyes widened, and his heart throbbed.

"It's just that I didn't know it at that time, Jiang Fu told me that she left her job and returned to China, and she had her own children. So can't take care of me anymore. Only Song Qingran knew how angry he was at that time, he only felt that his sincerity was deceived and let down, in addition to anger, there were sadness, loss and jealousy, she had her own child, so she didn't want him?

Song Qingran's eyes were full of heavy floating ice: "Later, I accidentally learned that she died in a car accident." Not long after, when Jiang Fu went crazy after getting drunk and suddenly scolded her own henchmen, I heard from her mouth that I was not her child, her real child had long since died, and I knew that the servant I thought was my real mother, in fact, it was very calm, but I felt that everything seemed to have a reason. No wonder I feel so familiar with that person, Jiang Fu doesn't care about me, and my father doesn't bother to pay attention to me, it turns out that it was because my birth was a mistake. "

Nanbei was distressed, her heart trembled, but she didn't know what words to use to comfort him, no, it was to comfort the young and lonely Song Qingran.

Then I heard again that the death of that person had something to do with Jiang Fu. Song Qingran's handsome eyebrows flashed, "It's a pity, I can't do anything, my identity is still a dangerous secret that can't be disclosed, if I rush out, I can't even protect myself, let alone take revenge." "

Therefore, he chose Taoguang to raise obscurity, and he was calm for decades, in these decades, he pretended not to know anything, still being the son of the Song family, and using the resources of the Song family to develop himself, but this development was too slow, he had to take the position of the head of the Song family, only in this way could he have enough ability to express his grievances for the uneasy peace decades ago, avenge the innocent woman, and also fulfill her companionship during that time.

Nanbei noticed that the woman in the photo had a diamond ring in her hand, shiny, her eyes stared, and the more she looked, the more familiar she became.

Song Qingran guessed Nanbei's thoughts, and his voice was flat: "This ring is the one you took off from Jiang Fu's bag a few years ago." "

The thoughts in the minds of the north and the south suddenly joined together. The memory fragments were connected one after another, it turned out to be the ring, and her heart was a little blocked, like a backlog of boulders, and this ring left her with all bad memories and endless grievances.

"Is this ring hers?"

"Hmm. But she didn't buy it herself, and she couldn't afford such a ring as a servant. Song Qingran's voice was low, and there was some hatred, "It was Song Yancheng who gave her." "

Nanbei remembered what Song Qinghan said.

Song Qingran: "Jiang Fu harmed her, not just because of me. is even more because she found out about the inappropriate relationship between that person and Song Yancheng, which angered her, so she was ruthless. "

"Jiang Fu took this ring, after killing her?" asked Nanbei .

She gave the ring to Su Xiang. "

"Oh, it's a gift for my daughter-in-law?" Nanbei's tone was a little disrespectful, Song Qingran twisted his eyebrows and scolded: "Beibei." "

"Angry?" asked her turn this time.

Song Qingran didn't answer directly, he didn't know how to tell Nanbei and the South, in fact, he had always been cold-hearted, and said to Su Xiang that he liked it, maybe he liked it, he said he didn't like it, maybe it was possible, but after his biological mother passed away, he was killed by accident, and the only person around him who could make him feel warm at that time was Su Xiang, who had been with him and his biological mother, Su Xiang took his mother's relic ring, asked him to be her boyfriend, and said that he wanted him to marry her, he didn't care at that time, so he agreed.

"Then why did the ring appear in Jiang Fu's hand?"

"Jiang Fu didn't know where this ring came from, and he didn't know whose it was, at that time I quarreled with Su Xiang, Su Xiang was angry, so he deliberately gave the ring to Jiang Fu as a gift. "

His explanation like this couldn't help but make Nanbei angry, she was so angry that her chest hurt, even after a few years, she could still remember how angry Song Qingran was when she saw this diamond in her hand, and how she used those words to humiliate him, it turned out that the reason for his anger was just because he quarreled with Su Xiang, and Su Xiang gave the ring to his mother-killing enemy.

Maybe it's pregnancy, emotions are easy to come up, a sour breath from the tip of her nose in the north and south gushes up, she endured it and endured it, the tears didn't come out, but she felt wronged in her heart.

At that time, she didn't know anything, she was an outsider, but she had to bear the grievances caused by the two of them.

Why?

Nanbei sneered: "You were angry back then, and you were indiscriminately angry with me, it turned out that it was because your engagement token fell into my hands, didn't you?

Song Qingran twisted his eyebrows and kept a calm face, he probably didn't like to turn over old accounts like North and South, it was already a few years ago.

This is the difference between the person who inflicts the harm and the person who suffers the harm, the perpetrator is always frivolous, does not understand how much pain the other person has caused to the other person, and only accuses the other person of being too vulnerable to endure the pain.

Nanbei said: "Forget it, I don't want to hear it, you and Su Xiang should get married." "

"Beibei!" Song Qingran said in a deep voice, seeing that she was leaving, he grabbed her and dragged her in his direction.

He said something else: "Actually, I sometimes think you are very much like her." "

This sentence is the fuse that angers women.

Everyone is a unique being, and no one wants to be like anyone and live in the shadow of whom.