"Song Xiaoye-"

The piercing scream made Song Xiaoye open his eyes suddenly.

The whip that had been broken in two smashed on her, and it hurt. But she just looked at the bright and gorgeous girl in front of her worriedly,

"Don't speak again, right? Song Xiaoye, what you are most capable of is pretending to be dumb!" The gorgeous girl raised the brown horsewhip in her hand and lit Song Xiaoye's nose with the tip of the whip.

"Don't think that if you don't speak, this matter will be over! I tell you, the horse that Dad gave me, I'm going to decide! If you're smart enough, be honest! If you ......."

Looking at the girl's thin lips, Song Xiaoye subconsciously lowered her head and touched her chest.

There, there were no wounds, no bloody holes......

Looking up blankly, she looked at Song Yazhi, who was still so arrogant standing in front of her, but her appearance seemed to be much more immature, she opened her mouth, but she couldn't make any sound.

One second, she was still lying in a pool of blood, and the next, it seemed as if she had suddenly returned to ten years ago......

The left shoulder was pushed down heavily, not to mention how painful it was, but it brought Song Xiaoye back to his senses.

Looking at Song Yazhi with a flamboyant expression, she suddenly realized that she did not seem to be back ten years ago, but really went back to ten years ago, back to 2003 - the summer when she was sixteen years old.

The same time, the same place, the same event - everything in front of us happened once ten years ago, just like an old movie that I had seen before, it was played out again.

It's just that she is standing here, but she can't be as leisurely as those viewers who have watched old movies and already know the ending.

Lowering his eyes, Song Xiaoye looked at the horsewhip that had been broken in two at his feet, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously hooked.

It's still the same as ten years ago, the horsewhip that was broken in two under her feet, the one Song Yazhi was holding in her hand, it was exactly the same, it was still a 03 new model produced by the German Fleck company, with professional quality and expensive price.

Really, back 10 years!

It turned out that God could also hear her wishes......

"Song Xiaoye, why are you competing with me? You are a bastard who can't get on the stage, and you are also worthy of a purebred racehorse!"

Song Yazhi's voice was still so sharp and harsh. It doesn't matter if it's ten years from now, it's the same.

Evil words are spoken to each other, no matter how hurtful the words are, they are said as smoothly, Song Yazhi never thinks about whether it will hurt people - no, if it hurts her, that is Song Yazhi's happiest thing.

"Dad......" licked her lips, Song Xiaoye slowed down, and when her nose was not so sore, she whispered: "Dad said, whoever can get into the top five in the grade, the 'Alice' will belong to whoever - we are all qualified to ......"

She remembered the young mare of English and French descent and of champion racing parents, with gentle brown eyes;

In her previous life, she got it, but in the end she didn't keep the tame little mare.

His throat was a little choked, and Song Xiaoye didn't know that even after ten years, when he remembered the past, he would still feel so sour-no, not the past! This is what is really happening. Although, again......

"I,"

Song Xiaoye's voice was very low, with some hoarseness, and a hint of trembling, so that Song Yazhi couldn't hear it clearly at all. Just when she wanted to get closer and listen, Song Xiaoye had already raised her head suddenly.

There would never be a repeat of the tragedy of the past, and although she didn't know what it was, she would never go back to that path......

Looking at each other, Song Yazhi suddenly took a step back for some reason.

Obviously, it was only a few minutes, why did she feel as if Song Xiaoye had suddenly changed as if she had suddenly changed into a different person......

Just took a step back, Song Yazhi immediately took two steps forward, and even felt a little annoyed and angry about the small step she had taken back just now.

What is she panicking about? Standing in front of her is Song Xiaoye, the mongrel who was destined to be bullied by her for the rest of his life......

"Song Xiaoye-"

She screamed and yelled. But at this time, Song Xiaoye suddenly moved.

Taking a step forward, Song Xiaoye raised his hand and pinched the horsewhip in Song Yazhi's hand. Before Song Yazhi could react, Song Xiaoye snatched the horsewhip with his hand, his hands straightened, and his knees hit him heavily......

Just like Song Yazhi broke her horsewhip on the cabinet just now, Song Xiaoye simply broke Song Yazhi's horsewhip.

Shaking his hand and breaking it in two, but it was still wrapped in a horsewhip in polyester fabric, Song Xiaoye didn't care and let Song Yazhi snatch it back.

"You, you actually broke my horsewhip!?" Song Yazhi screamed, frantic with anger.

This Song Xiaoye actually dared to resist her?!

Without even thinking about it, Song Yazhi waved the broken horsewhip in her hand and whipped it towards Song Xiaoye.

Didn't do as usual, just dodged as much as possible. Song Xiaoye raised her hand, grabbed Song Yazhi's hand, did not retreat but advanced, and forced her in front of Song Yazhi, although her voice was low and hoarse, it revealed an indescribable depth: "Song Yazhi, don't think about moving your hands and feet anymore, I am no longer the Song Xiaoye who lets you beat and scold but doesn't know how to fight back!"

Yes, she is no longer the same Song Xiaoye......

With this sentence, it was as if something that had been suppressed for a long time was suddenly released—it seemed, far more relaxed than she thought.

"What are you two doing?" The voice from the door made Song Xiaoye's heart tighten;

Turning her eyes, the middle-aged beautiful woman standing at the door was still as elegant and decent as she remembered, and as cold and indifferent as she remembered.

"Mom......" Song Yazhi let go, turned around and ran to the door, "Xiao Ye, she ......"

"I accidentally broke my sister's horsewhip. Mrs. ...... "Before Song Yazhi spoke, she admitted her mistake." Song Xiaoye lowered his head, looking like he had done something wrong.

Eyes swept over Song Xiaoye, Wang Meiling frowned. Although her nominal adopted daughter was as respectful and humble as ever, she always felt as if something was wrong.

"Mom," Song Yazhi hurriedly complained, "Xiao Ye is not careless, she is ...... on purpose"

Wang Meiling didn't speak, her eyes swept over the horsewhip on the floor, and she naturally had a score in her heart.

"What is a horsewhip?" Stroking Song Yazhi's hair, Wang Meiling smiled and said: "Since Xiao Ye has already admitted her mistakes, shouldn't you, as a sister, be generous and forgive her? Didn't your mother teach you before that you should be generous? There is no perfect person in this world, although they make mistakes, but as long as they admit and correct them, we must always give them a chance -- the most incurable and unworthy of forgiveness are those who don't know that they have done wrong......

As if she was carrying out opportunity education, Wang Meiling was always educating her daughter with a smile, and she didn't even glance at Song Xiaoye from the corner of her eye. But Song Xiaoye knew that Wang Meiling's words were not for Song Yazhi.

"Sister, I'm sorry. Speaking naturally, Song Xiaoye said calmly: "I will use my pocket money to buy an identical horse whip for my sister." Ma'am, can I use that money?"

"What can't you use your own pocket money?" Wang Meiling smiled gently, looked at Song Xiaoye, and said lightly: "Clean up, this weekend, I want to go back to the mansion for dinner." ”

Song Xiaoye replied in a low voice and sent Wang Meiling out respectfully. Closing the door, she vaguely heard Song Yazhi annoyed: "How can she buy ...... with her few pocket expenses?"

Leaning against the door, Song Xiaoye collapsed his forcibly calm face and gasped for breath.

She was afraid of Wang Meiling, the noble lady she had called "Mrs." for twenty-six years.

It's like in "Dream of Red Mansions", you can only call Mrs. Because Wang Meiling is her father's legal wife, and she. It's just an illegitimate daughter who was casually picked up by Song Zhenfeng and didn't even know who her biological mother was. It's not even as decent as Tanchun being raised by a concubine in the family.

Since she was a child, she has been deliberately alienated, ignored, and forgotten by Wang Meiling, even if she is watched in person, she will feel that she is not reflected in the other party's pupils.

In the Song family, she is a shadow that no one pays attention to, and she is dispensable. But now, her shadow suddenly has a life of her own......

Standing in front of the mirror, Song Xiaoye stared at the girl with a blank expression in the mirror, and slowly pulled the corners of her mouth.

If this was God's gift to her, how could she fail it?

Smiling, Song Xiaoye smiled at himself in the mirror, smiling at the flames that gradually jumped in his eyes.

This time, she doesn't want to be just a shadow, but to be a living Song Xiaoye.