Xiang Xiaoyuan, under the help of Ms. Song, was already able to slide slowly on his own.

Ms. Song let go of her hand and skated towards the center of the rink.

She skated so well, like a butterfly fluttering on the ice, spinning, flying, and then stretching her wings.

Many people stopped and watched.

Xiang Xiaoyuan was also shocked by her beauty, and kept looking around, not daring to blink.

Ms. Song slowly stopped, and then came to Xiaoyuan's side.

"Auntie, you skated so well!" Xiao Yuan sighed sincerely.

Ms. Song smiled: "I haven't slipped for many years, but fortunately I haven't forgotten ......."

Xiao Yuan blinked: "Some things, it's like riding a bicycle." Once you learn it, even if you don't practice it for many years, you can do it as soon as you get started. There are many things that we think we have forgotten, but in fact, it is impossible to forget!"

Ms. Song smiled: "Xiexie, you asked me to skate today, I seem to be back to when I was young." It's just that now I have old arms and legs, and I feel pain all over my body when I move, and I can't be tired. ”

Xiao Yuan shook his head: "No, where are you old, standing here you are like my eldest sister, I am embarrassed to call you aunt!"

Ms. Song pursed her lips and smiled: "Little girl, your mouth is very sweet!"

Xiaoyuan was happy again, and then turned around to change his shoes.

**

Ms. Song carried the pair of pink skates and walked slowly.

The basement level of the shopping plaza is decorated with many man-made landscaping, and there are rows of benches under the trees, and although the trees are fake, the green in the eyes still looks very vibrant.

"Auntie, your coffee! no sugar, right?" Xiao Yuan handed her the coffee in his hand, then sat down beside her, opened the cup with milk tea and took a sip.

The two of them sat side by side, holding a cup of hot drink in their hands, and neither of them spoke, or they had a lot to say in their hearts, but they didn't know how to speak.

"Auntie, I'll be honest with you, don't be angry. Actually, I can skate, but only a little. I pretended I wouldn't and wrestled, but I just wanted to make you happy and ignore me. ”

Ms. Song smiled, this didn't seem to matter at all now, but she felt an indescribable sense of ease with this little girl.

Seeing that Ms. Song was not angry, Xiao Yuan continued: "Auntie, in fact, when I was young, I always did a little strange thing to attract the attention of my parents. When I was in elementary school, I was going to transfer schools the next day, and I had a big fight with my best friend, and she cried and said, Xiang Xiaoyuan, you hate it the most!"

"Actually, I am more afraid of being ignored and forgotten than being hated and hated...... Auntie thinks the same way, right?"

After speaking, Xiang Xiaoyuan lowered her head, not daring to look at the other party, she made a big detour before saying what was in her heart.

As soon as her words fell, Ms. Song couldn't hold back any longer.

She covered her mouth and cried, and the cry became louder and louder, and the tears poured down like a burst of the embankment, and then threw herself on Xiaoyuan's shoulder, almost howling.

She had never cried like this before, and she always felt that she was strong enough.

But today, the string in my heart finally broke.

This girl's simple words hit the heart of what she was hiding in her heart.

It's like a strong fortress that falls from the weakest point and then collapses in its entirety.

Yes, it is the most terrible thing to be ignored and forgotten than to be hated, right......

Xiang Xiaoyuan hugged her and gently comforted her, but did not dissuade her from crying.

Sometimes, people really need to cry well, and the stronger they look, the more sensitive and fragile their hearts are.

It's just that the shell is too thick, and I can't get out by myself, and others can't get in.

After a long time, Ms. Song slowly stopped crying, and felt that the stone that had been pressing on her loosened a little.

I don't know who to say or how to say a lot of things, but today I seem to have the right person.

"Does Xue Cheng really keep those things?" she asked, choking up.

Xiao Yuan nodded: "Yes, he hid it well!" and then smiled mischievously: "But I still let me turn it out!"

Then she gently took Ms. Song's hand: "Auntie, Xue Cheng has never forgotten that they are his most precious things! ”

Tears rolled down Ms. Song's face again, she reached out and touched Xiaoyuan's face, and suddenly felt that this girl was very cute.

"Auntie, tell me about Xue Cheng, tell me what kind of person Brother Orange is in your eyes, okay?"

Ms. Song nodded, choked up, and then said softly: "He is a very cute and lovely person, in my eyes, he will always be a child." It's just that I'm not a competent mom. ”

"I really don't have much time to spend with him, I'm always busy with work, I always feel that my work is the noblest and greatest in the world! But now that I think about it, I realize that I missed something. I didn't see how he learned to walk, I didn't see his first teeth, I didn't see him go to kindergarten for the first time. I've missed so much, but I can't make up for it. I want to make amends, but there's no way to turn back time, I can't do it!"

"When I was young, I never thought it was anything. It wasn't until one day that my marriage came to an end, and I was surprised to find that Xue Cheng looked at me with such indifference. He's my son, but he has more affection for that woman than for me!" She became excited.

Xiao Yuan held her hand, and could clearly feel her trembling.

"Auntie, after so many years, you still hate her very much, right?"

Ms. Song smiled bitterly and shook her head: "Am I still qualified to hate? She is dead, I don't want to live with hatred for the rest of my life!"

Xiao Yuan rubbed her cold palms and said with a smile: "Auntie, if it's your own things, no one can take them away, and we will throw away those that go away." The love that he can't get from his aunt, Xue Cheng will find another place to make up for it. In fact, in all of this, I think the most regrettable thing is that the dissolution of your marriage is not because aiqing no longer exists, but because it was lost to reality. You've never been in love with your uncle, have you?"

Ms. Song was stunned and shocked.

Xiang Xiaoyuan took out a silver ring from his pocket, a very old color, an ordinary shape.

"I found it from the relic box that Xue Cheng was keeping, and I have seen the photos of you and your uncle when they were in college. This is a couple ring, right? The other one is with you, right? This should be something that Uncle Zuihou gave to Xue Cheng. Also in that box, it was placed in a small jewelry box. ”

Ms. Song took the ring tremblingly, hiding her face and crying, unable to calm down for a long time.

Xiao Yuan also said slowly with tears in her eyes: "Aiqing and marriage are different. Aiqing is two hedgehogs that can pierce each other all over the body, and can also laugh and say that our blood is all fused together. And marriage is two hedgehogs who must shave off half of their thorns in order to stay together. But Auntie didn't do it, right? I refused to change, even if the other party shaved all the hair, you would still think that he was not the same as he was at the beginning. ”

"Auntie, that person has never taken anything, whether it is Xue Cheng or your husband. After all these years, it's time for you to let go. ”

Ms. Song nodded with tears in her eyes: "Yes, it's long overdue." Actually, think about it, I should xiexie her. It was she who raised Xue Cheng for me, and it was she who did my duty for me, an irresponsible mother. She didn't say a bad word about me in front of Cheng'er. No matter what purpose she is in, but she is sincere to Xue Cheng Haode. She spent so many years taking care of Cheng'er, and I spent so many years losing him. I really don't have the right to hate her!"

Xiaoyuan nodded: "So Auntie, don't worry, what we lost as long as we want, we must have the determination to get it back in as long as it takes." Will get it back!"

Ms. Song nodded and gently wrapped her arms around Xiang Xiaoyuan's neck:

"Xiexie you, kid. You're young, but you know better than I am! Aren't you angry that I've said so many nasty things to you?"

Xiao Yuan smiled and hugged her tightly: "Of course you don't get angry, you are Xue Cheng's mother......"

****

"What? She withdraws the complaint!"

Cheng Hao, who was eating breakfast in pajamas early in the morning, got such news.

I was ready for the worst, but I didn't expect it to end like this.

And what made him even more unexpected was that the other party also proposed to transfer shares.

Xiang Xiaoyuan seemed to have expected such a result, humming a song and spreading jam on the bread.

Cheng Hao glared at her hard, and then hesitated for a long time before he spoke: "...... to Xiaoyuan"

Xiao Yuan raised his head and looked at him with big eyes: "What's wrong?"

Cheng Hao lowered his head: "It's nothing!"

I don't know Weishenme, intuitively, he feels that the 180-degree turn of things has something to do with Xiang Xiaoyuan.

"You're still staring at me, why don't you eat yet!"

Xiao Yuan was happy in his heart and urged him to finish eating and go to the company quickly.

Cheng Hao glanced at her suspiciously, then hurriedly finished eating, changed his clothes and walked out.

"Tie, tie!" Cheng Hao carried his briefcase, bowed his head and stretched his neck.

Xiaoyuan had no choice but to tie his tie.

"Well, it's getting better and better! I'll just say, if you practice more, you'll be fine!"

Cheng Hao was in a good mood and played poor with Xiaoyuan.

Xiao Yuan said helplessly: "You don't want to leave quickly!

Then sent Cheng Hao to the door and opened the door: "Drive slowly, be careful that Le Dafa can't hold the steering wheel!"

Cheng Hao rubbed Xiaoyuan's head vigorously, and then went out to pick up the car from the garage.

Xiao Yuan is holding his breath in his heart, weishenme Everyone likes to rub their hair?

Cheng Hao looked at the girl standing at the door and grabbing her hair from the rearview mirror, and his heart was warm.

As long as this person is there, it is not an empty house.

I must keep her for the rest of my life......

*****

PS: I think I'm writing about strong women, although my heroine pretends to be pitiful, cutes and pretends to be innocent, and her face is thicker than the city wall, but I insist that I write a strong woman!