The tune of Kisstherain is still the same, but the people around him are not the same.

Su Yi, who has not joined the army at present, is still a talented man who can play the piano. She will never forget that rainy summer night, Su Yi sat by the white piano, dressed in an elegant plain black dress, slender fingertips, playing a room of coolness on the smooth keys. With the sound of the rain ticking outside the window, they simply stared at each other, but felt the most wonderful emotions in the world. His tone was shy and his love words were clumsy, but the four words of the earth were desolate, and she finally fell deeply. Today, the world is still the same, and the past is empty......

Fu Xinian saw this complicated expression on Song Wenbei's face for the first time, and he was unhappy in his heart, he hated this kind of feeling that was difficult to grasp. Pressing the stop button, the man who was calculating in his heart still couldn't see any expression on his face, as if he was just focusing on driving, and only driving.

Fu House

As soon as Song Wenbei followed Fu Xinian into the hall, he heard Sun Jiaming shouting, "Little aunt, I'm here." ”

Sun Jiaming waved her hand, the corners of her mouth were very open, and the two small pear vortices became more and more moving. Song Wenbei's heart swelled up with a warm current, and it was really the cutest children in the world. She patted him on the head, took his soft little hand again, walked to the sofa, and called Fu Cheng and Jiang Su, "Dad, Mom." ”

Both of them nodded slightly, with a shallow smile on their faces, they were already satisfied with this daughter-in-law, but now seeing Jia Ming's liking for her, the two old men were even more happy.

"Auntie, where did you go on the day my uncle was discharged from the hospital? We waited for a long time and didn't wait for you, and the little uncle also cried out in a bad temper to cry a little nurse! Sun Jiaming pulled Song Wenbei to his secret base, lay on the bed, supported his elbows, and asked Song Wenbei dissatisfied.

"It's clear that I was released from the pigeons, but you still complain about me, I just went out to buy a breakfast." Song Wenbei scratched his hair, it turned out that that day, didn't they say goodbye? This speculation made Song Wenbei feel a little happy in his heart, it turned out to be ......

"Okay, let's not talk about this, Song Xiaobei, I'll show you my baby." Sun Jiaming jumped off the bed excitedly, took Song Wenbei's hand and walked to the depths of the bedroom. Song Wenbei slapped off his fleshy little hand, "Sun Jiaming, are you fat?" Call me what? ”

"Oh, people just don't want to call you that old, if you don't want to, forget it." Sun Jiaming pursed his lips, his big eyes were already full of tears, showing his innocence. Song Wenbei was the most soft-hearted, and he couldn't resist this kind of warm offensive, so he pouted, "Forget it, you can call it whatever you want." ”

"Yes!" The tears in Sun Jiaming's eyes had long been taken back, leaving only a sweet smile on the corner of his mouth, and he knew that his little aunt couldn't stand the trick the most.

The two were tired of being in the room for a while, Song Wenbei was about to take him down to eat, but he kicked a box at his feet, Song Wenbei picked it up and opened it curiously, Sun Jiaming was about to stop it, but it was not as fast as Song Wenbei.

The box is full of photos, densely packed with photos, unsightly photos.

There are many male protagonists in the story, old, young, fat and thin...... It's just that the heroine of the story is a person, a young woman with a delicate figure and delicate eyebrows. But in the photo, her lips are as red as blood, her eyes are blurred, her thick makeup can't hide the sad expression on her face, and her exposed dress makes her whirl between different men, like an angel who has fallen into the world, and can only fall into the dust in the end......

Sun Jiaming stood on tiptoe, snatched the photo from Song Wenbei's hand, and slammed it on the ground, feeling unrelieved, and stomped his feet hard before giving up, Song Wenbei saw Sun Jiaming's sudden gaffe, and had a premonition inexplicably in his heart.

This woman is Sun Jiaming's mother.

"Stop." Song Wenbei wrapped the little him in his arms, stroked his hair, and his eyes were full of pity.

"Let go of me, I hate her, I don't want to see her." Sun Jiaming cried, his voice was a little hoarse, the tears on his face couldn't stop falling, and he grabbed Song Wenbei's arm tightly and shook it, refusing to let go.

"Alright." Song Wenbei patted him on the back to help him calm down, and lightly persuaded him, "If you really don't want to see her, why do you have to keep her photos, why bother to take such a delicate box to hold these photos, Sun Jiaming, admit it, no matter how much you hate her, you can't let go of her, can't you?" ”

Song Wenbei smiled, but he was crying in his heart, and he didn't care if the little guy around him could understand or not, he said to himself, as if he was comforting himself: "Actually, it's not just you, everyone has such a person hidden in their hearts, he is like the deadliest poison, deep into the bone marrow, with blood flowing all over the body, no matter how much you hate him, but you have never forgotten him, even every minute and second." ”

Sun Jiaming raised his head, puzzled, as if he didn't expect Song Wenbei to say this to him, in fact, even Song Wenbei didn't know why he would open his heart so easily to this little child.

Suddenly, Sun Jiaming asked again: "Song Xiaobei, is that person my uncle?" ”

Song Wenbei smiled and didn't say anything, just looked at Sun Jiaming like this, and suddenly felt a little sympathetic.

Outside the door, Fu Xinian clenched his fists tightly, the green tendons on the back of his hand burst out, and his eyes behind the lenses rippled.

The dishes on the table are very suitable for Song Wenbei's taste, and I think Jiang Susu has spent a lot of effort. It's just that the low-pressure gaze of a certain demon next to her made her a little uncomfortable. Just as he was feasting, an uninvited guest came.

"Gu Shuning, don't you call me if you have delicious food at home? It's not interesting. Alas, Babe is too. Qiao An came in in a hurry, and did not treat himself as an outsider, so he went to the kitchen to add a pair of dishes and chopsticks, sat on the table, stuffed a mouthful of things, and said vaguely: "It's still Aunt Jiang's food is delicious, it seems that I will have to rub the rice in the future." ”

"Okay, if it's delicious, you can eat more." Jiang Susu looked at Qiao Anyi lovingly, this little Qiao, after all, is also a good boy, but he has nothing to do with their Fu family.

Since Qiao Anyi's arrival, Song Wenbei felt that his situation was a little embarrassing. It seems that Qiao Anyi over there is the hostess of this family, and she is just a cameo. After moving a few more chopsticks, Song Wenbei couldn't eat anymore. After saying a word to Jiang Su, he got up and went to the kitchen to help Sister-in-law Zhang, Fu Xinian gently put down the chopsticks, looked up and stared at the back of the little woman who was almost in a hurry, and his face was a little bad.

"Young lady, don't get it, I'm still busy." Sister-in-law Zhang has been working in the kitchen all her life, and she has never seen a big person who comes to help in the kitchen. As soon as Song Wenbei came now, he was so nervous that he even forgot where the seasoning was.