"Fair chance?"

An Ruo'er couldn't help but be a little shocked when she heard his words.

They are all married, how can they give Jiang Zhener a fair chance?

Does he still want to help Jiang Zhen'er get involved in their marriage?

Su Ruiwen's gaze was still cold, and he paused for a moment before he said slowly: "Let her ...... Slowly put it down and try to get her hurt as little as possible. ”

There was only so much he could do to back down.

When Zhen'er was found, he silently swore in his heart that in this life, he would protect her for a safe and happy life, and would never let her suffer any more harm.

So every time Zhen'er cries, he will be heartbroken. However, Zhen'er's emotional path was destined not to go smoothly, and she fell in love with someone who didn't love her, and shed a lot of tears for it.

Everything seems to be fateful, difficult to break. She, and her daughter, will always suffer for love.

"Uncle thinks, will she let go slowly?" An Ruoer asked.

Until just now, what she saw was that Jiang Zhener's obsession with Bai Yujie only became deeper.

Su Ruiwen looked at her deeply, it was too similar.

If it weren't for the fact that this appearance and charm were so similar to her, he would probably still protect Zhen'er's selfishness to the end.

But why does An Ruo'er look so much like her, how can he do ruthless things to people with such appearances.

His heart was a little disturbed, and after a little adjustment, he finally said in a cool voice: "It depends on what you two do." As long as you can keep your marriage firmly and let her have no place between you at all, she will not give up. ”

An Ruo'er always felt that Su Ruiwen's eyes were very wrong when she looked at her today, as if she was looking at her, and it seemed that she was just looking through her, and she didn't see anything.

Even what he said to her was indistinguishable.

"Uncle is trying to help me?"

He was obviously partial to Jiang Zhen'er, but his words seemed to warn her again, asking her to keep her marriage.

Is it because she is now Bai Yujie's wife, and he doesn't want to see the Bai family have no peace, so he admonishes himself like this.

Su Ruiwen didn't respond to her question, he looked at her fixedly, but suddenly asked, "You...... What is your mother's name? ”

He didn't want to attend their wedding at all, but he had to attend because he was an uncle, but he didn't pay attention to them, so he didn't remember her parents very well.

In fact, he didn't know that it was only An Ruoer's father who attended the wedding of his daughter that day, and her mother did not appear.

An Ruo'er was suddenly asked by him, although it was strange, but she still replied: "Her name is Liu Su." ”

“…… This is where your name comes from. ”

As he spoke, his expression seemed a little stunned.

An Ruo'er felt even more strange, but just when she thought that Su Ruiwen wouldn't tell her anything, he spoke: "You look very similar to one of my old people, I thought it was ......."

He said no more, and his gaze, which had always been as cold as autumn frost, seemed to become distant and long, as if he had fallen into a long memory without paying attention.

Whether that memory was beautiful or painful, she didn't know from his indifferent expression. But it was sure that it touched his heart, so that although a long time has passed, it can still touch him so much.

She couldn't help but think that on the way into Su Yuan, Bai Yujie had told her in the car, 'the grievances of the previous generation'.

"Who is your old man?" She asked curiously.

In the pony farm, Jiang Zhen'er asked Bai Yujie: "Brother, are you looking for the whereabouts of Qiao Xinsu's real daughter now?" ”

"Yes."

Jiang Zhen nodded and said with feeling: "I also hope to find that person as soon as possible, so that I can return my identity to her."

Brother, can you promise me that if there is any news of her, you must tell me. I wanted to say sorry to her in person, I took her identity. ”

"Good. I'll tell you. Bai Yujie agreed to her.

With his consent, she seemed to finally let go of a thing that was pressing on her heart, and said happily, "Let's ride a horse." ”

"Zhen'er," Bai Yujie didn't move, "I'll come out with you, because I know you have something to say to me, Ruo'er is still waiting for me, I'll leave." ”

Looking at Bai Yujie's decisive departure, Jiang Zhen'er stood still.

She's waiting for you, I've been waiting for you for so many years, when have you seen me.

She was so angry that she burst into tears.

"I won't lose to An Ruo'er, why should I lose to that kind of woman!"

Seeing Bai Yujie, who would return soon, An Ruoer was a little surprised.

"Didn't you go horseback riding?"

He smiled gently: "My body is still not suitable, and you seem to have a good chat with your uncle." ”

Su Ruiwen seemed to understand everything, and he didn't force them, and said, "Since you are not in good health today, I will not keep you." ”

"Alright then, uncle, we'll go back first."

"Goodbye, uncle." An Ruoer also said goodbye to him politely.

Although she still doesn't know the story of her uncle, she also guessed that it must be a very poignant and poignant love story.

In the face of Su Ruiwen, he no longer felt that he was a difficult person to get close to, but had more empathy.

Surewen nodded lightly at her.

When the car drove out of Su Garden, An Ruoer looked at the beautiful Su Garden again, but there was a faint sadness.

"I think my uncle is weird to me today." She told him how she felt.

She touched her face, "He said I looked like one of his old friends, and asked me what my mother's name was, maybe he thought my mother would be his old friend." ”

Bai Yujie didn't expect her uncle to talk to her about this, which has always been a taboo for uncles.

He had already discovered that An Ruo'er was very similar to his aunt, but he didn't think that if this was the case, she must be like that person.

Seeing An Ruo'er's black and white eyes looking at him with curiosity, he said to her: "Uncle's old friend is called Qiao Xinsu, and that is the woman he loves the most in his life. Zhen'er is Qiao Xinsu's daughter. Because of some entanglements, they couldn't be together, Qiao Xinsu not only married someone else, but also died early, and her uncle married her aunt because she looked very similar to Qiao Xinsu. ”

An Ruo'er was stunned, she had long thought that Su Ruiwen was a person with a story, but when she really heard it, it still gave her a great shock.

No wonder, his eyes always seem to be looking at another person, and he will love Jiang Zhen'er in every way.

She never knew that she would look like two women...... Is this also a kind of fate?

She saw several white herons flying up in the pond not far away.

Looking at the picture in front of her, a song that she used to listen to her mother sing to her when she was a child suddenly came to her mind.

"Shall I sing you a song?" She snuggled into his arms and said.

When you hear about other people's unsatisfactory love, you want to cling to the people around you, and you cherish all your happiness more.

Hearing that she was suddenly about to sing, Bai Yujie smiled. "Okay."

She sang softly: "The wind is rushing in the evening, and I suddenly remember."

The creek pavilion where the evening return boat is at dusk

In the depths of the lotus flower, there is no way back

You clapped your hands and laughed drunkenly, startling the gulls and herons

I only remember your description

The sleeves are dyed green with lotus leaves

A dream of the world, I have passed the clouds,

But I folded chrysanthemums and sent them to autumn, and I only wanted to give them to you

I still remember that the willow-eyed plum cheeks have felt the spring heartbeat

and ashamed to go, but leaning on the door and looking back to smell the green plums

When the curtain rolls the west wind, see you

Lean on the railing

Always look forward to it

Where are the people? Hope for the way back

Since when

The corners of your eyes and eyebrows are dancing for that one person

Jade pillow yarn cupboard, put the wine after dusk,

I look forward to sending brocade books in the clouds

Now you don't know where the incense soul goes

Who sings for you under the street lamp

One song

Sing the sycamore falling

It's still autumn and it's still lonely

also sighed that the curtain man no longer knows

……”

The white herons rise and fall and fly, moving gracefully, making a circle of ripples on the water. In her soft low singing, the car gradually drove out of Su Garden.