In the dark room, the light of the screen was too bright, and Song Ru and I were in a trance for a while. She clicked on a text folder, quickly browsed it, gently turned off the computer and turned around.

It was half past two in the morning. Suddenly, she went to the ground floor, the huge living room, opened the floor-to-ceiling windows, the moonlight was dim, and there were only stars in the night sky, and the sky was full of stars.

The world is so big, and people die every minute, so are these people like in the stories they heard when they were children, and they become stars and live in the sky from now on?

Song Ru and I finally got cold, and every hair stood up quietly. The skeletal muscles tremble, and the erector pili muscles contract. The most basic reaction of the human body. Every inch of her skin was cold, like winter in Buusan, and the wind was mixed with unbearable moisture, almost penetrating into her bones.

She stood in front of the window for almost half an hour, then she covered her face and whimpered. It was low, low, like a wounded beast licking its wounds in its own cave.

The villa was so quiet, no one knew what Song Ru was doing. Ten minutes later, her face was calm, without any tears, and then she passed by the entire row of bookshelves, and hurried through the rows and rows of books by the white moonlight.

She remembered that she had asked the aunt in the villa, does Sheng Qi like to read mystery novels? Why are these all mystery detective books?

Song Ru I only looked at it for a second, and immediately turned around and went upstairs.

Early on Saturday morning, it was as if they had never been born. Sheng Yang had a lot of fun on Friday, and she got up a lot less on Saturday morning, so her aunt called a few times, so she obediently dressed and washed, and soon ran downstairs to help serve breakfast together.

Even the old housekeeper praised her: "Ah, our family has grown up, so sensible." ”

Sheng Yang's tail was about to rise to the sky: "I've always been very sensible, okay." ”

While waiting for her mother to go downstairs, the little girl felt a little bored, so she ran to her schoolbag and took out a complete set of tarot cards.

She started playing with these at her age, and Sheng Congsu almost confiscated it after a glance. Sheng Yang's clever people immediately howled: "Old Seven! This is a prize given by the teacher yesterday, and you can't confiscate it! ”

Sheng Congsu hooked the corners of his lips, how could the teacher give such a prize? But the little girl kept looking at him with sparkling eyes, and Sheng Congsu quickly compromised. Even, Sheng Yang said: "Old Seven, you can draw one." ”

The little girl had no tricks, she washed the cards in a mess, her face was like a sunflower, and she took advantage of the good morning light on Saturday to urge her father: "Hurry up." ”

Sheng Congsu then put down the newspaper in his hand and pulled one very quickly.

Sheng Yang's mouth was full of words: "Old Seven, I'll help you calculate the love fortune between you and my mother." ”

The cards were reversed, the little girl was stunned, and Sheng Congsu saw the English word: death. Sheng Yang snapped the card and said, "Dad, you can draw another one." ”

Judgement, the angel blows the trumpet at the Last Judgment while the people rise from their tombs in celebration. A flag with a red cross on a white background is flying. Every man, woman, and child looked up.

No matter how young you are, you know that these two cards are not good cards. Sheng Yang stopped doing it, and continued: "Draw another one." ”

One is death, and the other is judgment. It's already at the end of the road, so why bother to linger. Sheng Yang lay on the sand, his head propped up, and stared straight at Sheng Congsu: "Dad, you can smoke another one!" Come on! ”

Sheng Congsu patted her little head, as if helpless, he said in a low voice, "Forget it." ”

"Don't! Those two cards ......" Sheng Yang was so anxious that she couldn't do it, but she saw that her father had already stood up and motioned her not to say any more, and her father even smiled: "Okay, your mother is down." ”

Song Ru: My face is a little pale, and when I got up this morning, I saw myself in the mirror with swollen eyes and bad skin. Later, when she thought about it, she was almost thirty years old. So fast, time is really so fast, she will be thirty years old. She rarely put on makeup to make herself less ugly.

During breakfast, Sheng Congsu looked at her several times, but didn't say anything.

Song Ru and I usually want to take a walk in the community after breakfast, and Sheng Yang raised his hand to go with him. When the figures of the mother and daughter disappeared at the door, the old housekeeper handed over the ticket information.

It's next Tuesday, and it's morning in Scotland, so you can have breakfast and make up for the jet lag.

Sheng Congsu nodded, and the old housekeeper asked him, "When will you come back?" ”

"Look at it again, Uncle Chen, please take care of me and Yangyang. I will book my own ticket back. ”

"Do you want Sheng Quan to follow?"

"No, you don't."

The mother and daughter, who were walking along the tree-lined path, did not know about this decision. Sheng Yang, who usually chattered, was quiet at this time, and Song Ru patted her head: "What's wrong?" ”

I can't say that it's because I'm angry with the two cards this morning, otherwise it's not good to let my mother know. Sheng Yang was worried about it, so he said: "It's not Zhou Weiwei, every time he looks so good, the little red flower is snatched away for him." ”

Song Ru and I suddenly stopped walking, and she said to Sheng Yang a little seriously: "Don't quarrel with Yiyi, you know?" ”

"Huh?"

"One by one, I am good friends with you, and good friends can't quarrel lightly. You're still young, and you don't know yet, but many times, friends are not friends when they quarrel with each other. Mom asks you, do you want to be good friends with Zhou Wei for life? ”

Sheng Yang thought for a while: "Well, yes." ”

"Then don't quarrel."

The world of children is still simple, so I don't know how hurtful it is to say things when I am angry. Many times, it's too late to regret it.

"I see."

Song Ru pulled the corners of my mouth, and told Sheng Yang like this, in fact, why didn't I say it to myself.

Sheng Congsu single-handedly built a pure gold cage, Xiangjiang Villa on Jiangsu Road, quiet and remote, and a peach blossom source in the mouth of outsiders. The luxurious building like a private garden, with a large area of vegetation and greenery, there is not even a single outsider here.

What is behind the daily tranquility of living like a standardized operation?

Song Ru I think of the computer screen, the ORD document in black font. The last update was three months ago, when she was still recuperating abroad.

Yuan Lang, as Song Ru's adoptive father, should have 100,000 pounds of alimony every year. But the money did not reach Yuan Lang's hands in the end, and this money flowed into the account year after year, and then was taken away by Yuan Min. Even after Yuan Lang's death, Song Ru, who was about to be close to eighteen years old, received the last money, which still went to Yuan Min.

Yuan Lang is also a rural teacher, and he lives a poor life with Song Rume. And until he died, he did not know the saving of this money. And the cause of his death was to make more money so that Song Ru and I could go to college.

100,000 pounds per year, a total of 1.8 million pounds of child support, converted into a bonus of 18 million yuan. Enough to feed a dozen children. And this money finally became Yuan Min's settling-in fee, road purchase money, and installation fee, and she finally broke into the upper class society and met the son of the Song family of the three major families in Busang City. Being a third party in someone else's family.

And the supposed owner of these money, Yuan Lang, died on the country bus, and Song Ru was pushed out of what they called the world by his sweetheart's mother because of his poor family background.

With a net worth of money, she is judged from head to toe before she is twenty years old, she is just a country bun, shabby and embarrassed, and she can't get on the elegant hall.

And Sheng Congsu exhausted his means and imprisoned her here, but because he was the eldest son of the Sheng family of the first family of Busan. He was born with a good card, so he deceived her like an ant, and it was a matter of time to pinch her to death.

In the end, Yuan Min said: "Little me, he loves you so much, you are so lucky." You are his wife, and no one else. ”

See, she's amnesiac, so it's best to write it off. I forgot all about the past, so I thought I could really start over.

Sheng Congsu is really amazing, he knew three months ago what kind of face her so-called "mother" was, and he could still keep his face unchanged and not say a word.

Yesterday Yuan Min came, Song Ru thought that he was really good. Obedient to everything.

But many, many things, once born, have always been like the mark of a knife engraved on her bones and blood, and it is really a very difficult thing to forget.

No matter how much you dream, you will always wake up.