At more than nine o'clock in the evening, the lights were still bright. At this point, there are several anchors who insist on their posts and bring joy to the audience.

The lights in the hall were bright, and Han Qingqing dragged her heavy legs out step by step.

Song Ke.

She silently recited the name again in her mind.

Memories are like a tide, and they are overwhelming in an instant.

The arrogant and domineering woman, with her hands on her waist, pointed at her mother's nose and scolded: "The upper beam is not right and the lower beam is crooked!" Look at what you are! The daughter who taught is also shameless, and she learns to steal at a young age! ”

The mother burst into tears, rubbed the corners of her clothes with her hands, and muttered an explanation: "It's really not like this, Qingqing really won't take your family's things, really no, little master, you say something, it's really not Qingqing'......"

A doll toy that costs hundreds of yuan can talk to people like a machine person, which was a particularly novelty in those years.

Song Ke stood in the corner of the door, watching coldly at his stepmother accusing and insulting the housekeeping aunt, without saying a word.

No matter how much Han's mother pleaded, she was eventually fired and her salary was deducted to compensate for the puppet. And Han Qingqing was also named a "thief".

After so many years, Han Qingqing thought that he had forgotten about it, how could he know that it was so coincidental that when he was doing housekeeping for Luo Yunye, he broke his green jade puppet statue? She thought about the gloomy past again.

During the summer vacation, Han's mother mentioned the name of the little boy back then.

His name is Song Ke.

Song Ke...... Obviously, he tried his best to hide it so well, why did an audience member named Song Ke pop up to order a song? Han Qingqing thought.

Walking out of the Municipal Radio and Television Building, the wind in the early autumn night blew on the face, bleak and piercing.

Han Qingqing lowered her head and silently looked at her own shadow on the ground, slender and desolate. The wind ruffled her hair, and even her mood was messy.

She reached out and tried to bring the hair covering her eyes to her ears, but as soon as her hand touched her face, it touched the cold liquid.

When she cried, she didn't even know. Tears flowed out on their own, without the consent of their owners.

Click, click. Drop by drop, slowly falling.

When she was about to walk to the subway entrance downstairs of the company, someone suddenly blocked her way.

Han Qingqing was still stunned, wanting to turn sideways and let the man pass. She walks fast, and she doesn't want to meet people head-on, so she keeps people from a distance, and she doesn't want to be bumped into her fragile appearance.

"Qingqing." The man on the other side suddenly stretched out his hand, hugged her over, and hugged her in his arms. His slender fingers ran through her hair, soft fingertips rubbing against the top of her head.

"Qingqing." He shouted again.

Han Qingqing raised her face and saw Luo Yunye's anxious and worried gaze. Under the street lamp, his face was illuminated a pale yellow, and the light hit his eyelashes, casting thin ripples.

His eyes were full of concern.

When He Wei called him to accuse him of Han Qingqing's abnormality, he wished that he could move in front of her in an instant.

In Luo Yunye's impression, Han Qingqing had never cried.

Even when she broke his jade carving for the first time, she was able to calmly and courageously admit her mistake to him and resolutely compensate in installments.

That time, he remembered that she was clearly scared to death, but she still gritted her teeth and waited for his response.

What could such a strong and brave Qingqing do to make her suddenly lose her mind and even shed tears when the radio program was broadcast live? ”

"Yunye ......" Seeing Luo Yunye, Han Qingqing only felt relieved, like a person who had been exhausted after sailing for countless days and nights, and finally found a support.

She threw herself softly into his arms, and her eyes were like beads with broken threads, falling down her fair face drop by drop.

"Yunye, I—" She opened her mouth with difficulty, as if she had endless words to confide in him.

Luo Yunye hugged her hard, supporting her body from slipping down. "Qingqing, let's talk about it when we go home."

Han Qingqing calmed down, let the man in front of her hold her hand, took her to the car next to the green belt, and opened the car door for her.

Not far from the city radio and television to Diecui Garden, it didn't take long for Luo Yunye to drive the car steadily to the downstairs of his house.

He gently led Han Qingqing, walked back step by step, and brushed open the door of his house in the bright corridor lamp.

Han Qingqing sat on the sofa, her eyes still a little glazed. Luo Yunye turned around, and just wanted to pour a cup of hot tea for her, but when he saw Han Qingqing believing him to leave, he hurriedly said, "Brother Yunye, don't go." ”

Luo Yunye had no choice but to stop, looking at her distressed and loving, his voice was full of pity: "Qingqing, what happened?" ”

Han Qingqing didn't answer immediately.

After being silent for nearly a minute, she raised her haggard eyes and stared straight at Luo Yunye, she opened her mouth and asked: "Luo Yunye, one person's words can change another person's life, do you believe this sentence?" ”

Luo Yunye was stunned for a moment, and immediately thought that his father insisted on sending him out of the country in order to avoid disturbances, and since then on the other side of the ocean, he has become accustomed to being a lonely teenager, and has since stepped into the silent world of cultural relics.

In this way, can it be regarded as changing a person's life?

"I believe it." Luo Yunye nodded.

"I'm really not a thief." Han Qingqing suddenly said that when she mentioned the word "thief", her eyes turned red, "Brother Yunye, I'm really not." That boy's machine qì person, I really didn't take it. But his mother insisted that I stole it, so my mother was removed from all domestic companies in Hezhou, so she had to take me back to my hometown. Brother Yunye, do you believe me? I'm not a thief. ”

Han Qingqing's feelings were a little excited, and she repeatedly emphasized this sentence, anxious to get the approval and approval of the person in front of her.

After getting along for so long, Luo Yunye naturally knows her character best. She never coveted anything of value in his family, never asked him for any brand-name goods, and even wrote down the debts she owed, how could such a girl with a clear heart be a thief?

Luo Yunye put his hands around her back, so that she could lean on a little more comfortably.

"Qingqing, I believe in you, I have always believed in you." Luo Yunye's voice was warm, and in this silent night, it soothed her heart sonorously and powerfully.

This sentence touched Han Qingqing's heart, and the tears that she had finally stopped burst out of her eyes again, and even her voice began to tremble: "Why do everyone believe what the rich man says?" Why do we have no money and say that we are thieves? Why? Why? We really tried to explain, but no one believed what we said, and it was normal for a country girl like me to look down on other people's high-end toys...... Brother Yunye, why? ”

When money speaks, the truth is silent. Why is that?

Han Qingqing's sentences were confused, and she said a lot of words before and after, and Luo Yunye was able to coherent all her meanings.

His heart sank at the moment, and endless distress spread in his heart, and the woman he cherished in his heart had such a past that he didn't want to recall. He wondered why he wasn't there at the time, why couldn't he protect the weak and pitiful her?

Luo Yunye hugged Han Qingqing and carefully wiped away the tears on her face with his fingers.

After a long time, he asked softly, "Why did you suddenly remember this matter today?" ”

Han Qingqing was stunned, obviously her heart was throbbing, but after a few seconds, she still opened her mouth and said slowly: "In tonight's show, there was a listener who sent a text message to order a song, his name ...... It's called Song Ke......"

Song Ke?

Luo Yunye frowned, his eyes slightly raised. The name is somewhat familiar......

Han Qingqing didn't pay attention to Luo Yunye's expression at all, and just continued: "My mother sued me that the little boy who wronged us back then was named Song Ke......"

In a flash of lightning, Luo Yunye's brain seemed to have two memories automatically connected.

He straightened Han Qingqing's body, and his eyes were sincere and serious: "Qingqing, let me ask you again, have you ever been to Beiyuan Community?" ”

The Beiyuan community is where Luo Yunye's father, Mayor Luo, lives, and he has asked Han Qingqing this question twice. But the first two times, Han Qingqing quickly replied no.

But if she really went to Beiyuan Community, then the crying face in his memory was not her?

Hearing Luo Yunye ask this question for the third time, Han Qingqing was also obviously stunned. After a few moments, she slowly replied, "I don't remember." When I was a child, I didn't have a place to go during the summer vacation, and my father was not at home, so I followed my mother to work at my employer's house, and I went to many communities. ”

Luo Yunye pursed his eyebrows, and continued to ask in a low voice: "So, the Song Ke you are talking about should have been only in his teens back then, and now he is almost in his early twenties?" Is there a long scar on his forehead? ”

Han Qingqing was startled and immediately pushed Luo Yunye away. At the same time, the earth-shattering waves in her heart swept in an instant, rushing her back again and again.

"You...... How will you know? Han Qingqing asked in horror, a pair of dark eyes full of disbelief and fear.

Luo Yunye let out a long breath, but his eyebrows were still tightly frowned.

After a long time, he slowly replied word by word: "I live in the Beiyuan community where my father lives, there is a boy named Song Ke, I haven't gone abroad at that time, and I also have an impression of him. I remember that back then, after his parents divorced, he rebelled for a long time, and he fought with his father, and a very young boy was left with a long cut on his forehead......"

Han Qingqing listened dumbfounded as Luo Yunye's recollections, and before she could answer, he continued: "The first time I saw you, I felt very familiar, as if I had seen you somewhere. Now that I think about it, it should be that you were wronged by his family, standing alone under the building and crying, I have seen you. It's been so long since I can't even remember the girl who cried silently. ”

In Luo Yunye's memory, Han Qingqing on that day, just like today, silently shed tears, but did not make a sound.

It seems that when she is extremely sad, she will vent her feelings in such a silent and silent way.