Song Chuchu felt that Zhao Zhilin at this moment was a little familiar - a few days ago, Su Jiangjin, who came here for dinner, didn't he look so guilty when he faced Song Yanheng?

At the beginning of the Song Dynasty, he suddenly felt a little sad and collapsed.

Why is it not outsiders who hurt them, but these closest family members?

Song Chu didn't understand it, and he didn't want to think about it. Every time I think of this, my heart is sad for a while.

was sad, so I wanted to find Song Yanheng.

Song Chu turned around, pushed open the door and ran out.

She was still wearing slippers. It was windy outside, poured into her shoes, and her ankles were cold and crisp.

Zhao Zhilin called her behind her: "At the beginning of the year, every year, where are you going?" ”

Where to? Of course, it was looking for Song Yanheng.

However, where is Song Yanheng?

Song Chu took out his mobile phone at the beginning of the year and called Song Yanheng. The wind from running ruffled her hair, and the strands of it were hidden on the screen. At the beginning of the year, Song finally dialed Song Yanheng's phone.

The other end quickly picked up the call.

Song Yanheng stood on the side of the road at the beginning of the Song Dynasty. The dark shadows of the trees shrouded his silent figure.

Song Yanheng looked at the slender girl opposite. When he answered the phone, she stopped and stood in the wind.

Behind her, there was a deserted street. She stood in the middle of the road, empty and desolate.

It was too far away, and the shadow of the beginning of the Song Dynasty was blurred by the dim light, like a dream on an old painting, which was about to open up.

Only her voice was clear. She said to him in a slightly trembling voice: "Why are you leaving?" ”

Why go? Why did you throw her to Zhao Zhilin?

The girl's aggrieved voice came through the microphone, and Song Yanheng looked at the shadow and could imagine the tears in her eyes.

Song Yanheng's voice comforted her calmly and gently, as if she was indifferent, without the coaxing of the past spoiling. A pair of eyes. But with the forbearance of hard work.

"At the beginning of the year, Aunt Zhao was your mother, and you always had to reconcile with her. Just like me and Sue, me and my mom, no matter what she does, she's always my mom. You also said that she always loved me. Aunt Zhao is the same. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, Song Chu was already anxiously refuting him. "It's not the same. You know I'm ignoring my mom for this. I don't want to be separated from you. We've been separated once because of this. Do you want to separate for a second time? ”

Song Yanheng could ignore the nervousness and uneasiness in Song Chu's voice.

Can you believe it? When you like someone, you will want to take her into your arms because of the uneasiness in her words. Gentle comfort.

Song Yanheng wanted to hold that girl tightly in his arms.

But he couldn't. He can't just push Song Chu's mother away and replace him because he likes it.

Song Yanheng quietly held his mobile phone and looked at the light and shadow. There was a moment. He felt as if he had fallen into a hallucination. In the illusion, she stood quietly in front of him. As soon as he stretched out his hand, he was able to take the little girl into his arms.

Song Yanheng really wanted to reach out. But what can he do, he can't be so selfish. Who made him like her, he had to choose. Embarrassed herself for her. He looked at the shadow and said, "At the beginning of the year, it started when we were together. I've had a lot of trouble, and you've told me many times you've broken up. Can I say it once? ”

Can I say it once?

Song Chu's heart was pierced with a needle in an instant.

You ask. How can I refuse?

Song Chu's tears fell one by one. She tried her best to control the crying in her voice, and she was simply willful to the end. "Can I not say yes?"

Song Yanheng's Adam's apple rolled slightly, and after a long time, he could say calmly: "No." ”

The girl's mournful voice roared: "Song Yanheng, I hate you!" ”

But immediately after, there were desperate cries, one by one, and the cries were shattered. "Song Yanheng, I beg you, don't go, I only want you, I only need you is enough, can you not go······"

On the wide and empty road, the girl cried bitterly and sat down on the ground, as if she had lost her whole world.

Song Yanheng's hand holding the mobile phone trembled slightly.

It turns out that a person can really cry like this.

Moreover, it is the girl he loves the most, crying for him.

For the first time, Song Yanheng hesitated about his decision. He looked at Song Chuchu in a trance, and suddenly thought, be selfish, he can't bear to be so sad about her.

However, he couldn't bear to let her be depressed forever.

No one knows better than him that what Song Chu wants most is a complete and happy home. Complete, is impossible. But at least it's happier, right?

Song Yanheng finally got ruthless and hung up the phone.

On the street, the girl heard the busy tone on the phone, and her crying suddenly became sad.

Zhao Zhilin has been standing in the distance. It wasn't until I saw Song Chu put down his phone that he walked over.

Zhao Zhilin went to help Song Chu, but was pushed away by Song Chuchu.

"At the beginning of the year, it was cold outside, let's go back and talk about it, okay?"

Song Chu looked up at Zhao Zhilin. Her eyes were full of tears, and she couldn't see clearly. Song Chuchu stretched out his hand, wiped away his tears vigorously, stared at Zhao Zhilin tightly, and said to his mother in a firm tone: "I don't want to see you again." Even if Song Yanheng leaves, I don't want to see you again. In the future, I will have nothing to do with you. You're going to ctown, go through your days well! ”

"At the beginning of the year, I didn't let Song Yanheng go. I'm just not worried about you, so I ······"

Zhao Zhilin was explaining, but Song Chu didn't listen.

Song Chuchu stood up, looked at Zhao Zhilin, and smashed the phone.

Zhao Zhilin was stunned and looked at her girl in disbelief.

Song Chu stopped looking at her at the beginning of the year, turned around and left.

Song Chu returned home, threw all Zhao Zhilin's things out of the door, and locked them from the inside.

She doesn't want Zhao Zhilin, she just wants Song Yanheng. She was going to wait for him to come back, she thought, he would come back.

The streets are dark, and the cool breeze is blowing. Zhao Zhilin looked at the smashed mobile phone on the ground, and her expression was stiff.

The sound of footsteps sounded in the silence, and Zhao Zhilin suddenly raised his head with anticipation in his eyes. However, when he saw Song Yanheng, his bright eyes instantly dimmed.

Zhao Zhilin smiled self-deprecatingly: "Are you very proud?" ”

What is there for him to be proud of? Seeing Song Chu crying like that, what could he be proud of?

"It's you who should be proud. At the beginning of the year, you wanted to be with me so much, didn't it be because of you and us that we separated? ”

Zhao Zhilin's self-deprecating laughter froze instantly, and she looked at Song Yanheng with complicated eyes.

Song Yanheng didn't look at her, bent down and picked up the mobile phone on the ground. The phone screen was shattered to slag and the system was shut down. It's very troublesome to change the screen again, and no one wants to go to fix it. (To be continued.) )