At the age of 7, Nanbei became an orphan.

Mom and Dad took my sister to the mountains to investigate, and when a flash flood occurred, they left her behind and left, leaving her alone.

Little Nanbei knelt in front of the spirit, dressed in white clothes, her white and tender face was red from crying, holding her breath, sobbing again and again, and she faintly heard the quarrel of her aunts in her ears.

"I'm the eldest sister, and I'll be in charge of raising it after the north and the south. ”

"Yo, eldest sister, you said it nicely, who doesn't know that raising that girl in the north and south is earning, that girl is so small, won't Ah Zheng's inheritance fall into your pocket?"

"That's it, you can raise it, girl, I'll help Beibei watch Ah Zheng's inheritance, and then give it to her when she becomes an adult." ”

"You're beautiful!"

Nanbei bit her lower lip tightly, her eyes were hazy with tears, and she looked at the photos of her parents aggrievedly, she didn't want to live with her aunts, her aunts didn't like her, she missed her parents.

The day after the funeral.

The custody battle for the north and the south has become white-hot, and the aunts squatted in front of the north and the south, trying very hard to show their gentleness and amiability, but because they used too much force, they could only see the hideousness and hypocrisy on their faces, and their voices were like a spell, tightly entangled in the ears of the north and south.

"North, my aunt loves you the most, you were just born, a little ......"

"My second aunt bought you candy when I was a child, do you remember......"

"The third aunt has taken you to the playground before......"

Nanbei wanted to push the aunts away fiercely, but before she could react, there was a sound of the car turning off outside the door, and the second aunt who was waiting outside hurriedly ran in and shouted, "The Song family is here." ”

Everyone in the Nan family has heard of the Song family, and they all know that the head of the Song family and Nan Zheng used to be classmates, and over the years, they have been more or less cared for by the Song family, but they have never seen the head of the Song family.

The North and the South will always remember that day.

Jiangnan was smoky, clouds lingered, cold rain dripped down the eaves, the damp cold in the air seemed to be able to penetrate through the cracks of the bones, she stood under the eaves, looking at the two people walking towards her.

The man wears a black cashmere coat, and the boy also wears a long black coat.

The man's dark eyes were deep and his contours were sharp, and when he saw Nanbei, he showed a faint smile, he bent down and softened his voice: "Beibei, do you remember me? I am your Uncle Song, my name is Song Yancheng, this is Song Qingran, and it is your brother." ”

Nanbei bit his lower lip gently, and the boy's figure was reflected in his black and white eyes.

Song Qingran's black eyes were cold, his expression was cold and detached, and there was almost no fluctuation.

Nanbei was fair-skinned and lovely, his eyes were soaked with tears, his voice was soft, and he replied timidly: "Remember, Uncle Song is good." ”

Song Yancheng's heart softened, he knew how much his friend's inheritance was, and he also knew how good his friend's relatives were, he touched Nanbei's hair and asked, "Beibei, are you willing to live with your uncle and brother?" He added, "My brother and uncle like you very much." ”

Nanbei subconsciously looked at Song Qingran again, and unconsciously repeated: "Brother......"

Song Qingran's face was expressionless, and the moment he heard her voice, his eyebrows furrowed, and he couldn't see any liking at all.

After that day, Nanbei still went to Song's house, she was 7 years old to 27 years old, only Song Qingran.

That year, 10-year-old Song Qingran would not know that the little girl in front of him would dominate the joys, sorrows and sorrows of his life.