When Song Anle arrived at Qing'er's courtyard, she could hear her thunderous shouting and scolding from a distance, together with the sound of some porcelain breaking, which could be said to pierce the eardrums.

Song Anle walked into the courtyard, as she thought, the courtyard was already a mess, there were still a few trembling servants kneeling in the courtyard, and the inner room was constantly being thrown out of items of different sizes, mixed with the angry shouting of the lover, "Get out, you all get out of here, let me die, don't stop me, let me die." ”

"Miss, don't think about it, calm down, don't scare us." The pleading voices of several little maids also came.

Song Anle sighed deeply, and then walked in, and as soon as she walked to the door, something flew out of the house and smashed it on her, it was just a cushion, and it didn't hurt her.

The black hair of the lover was scattered on her shoulders, and after a toss, she completely lost her former beauty and innocence, but she looked like a sprinkled shrew, Xu saw someone walk in, and she shouted loudly: "Get out of me"

Song Anle said with a gloomy face: "You guys go down first." ”

Qing'er glanced at Song Anle, so she didn't get angry anymore, but she still snorted lightly, and sat on the chair, still with an angry face, as if she was showing her displeasure.

"It's so hot, but it's too good to blame the weather these days?" Song Anle casually picked up a cup from the table, but she couldn't find where the teapot was, she looked around, and finally saw the teapot hidden next to a bonsai.

She walked over, poured a cup of tea and handed it to Qing'er, and she said indifferently: "Drink a cup of tea to reduce the fire." ”

Qing'er had a black face, turned her face to the other side angrily, and talked to Song Anle about words, she has always been willing to bow down, so she simply didn't hide from her in her words.

Song Anle took a sip of the teacup at the corner of her mouth, but she didn't get the tea, she looked at the clear and transparent tea, and said leisurely: "Although this tea is a little bitter, its mellow taste has always made people have an endless aftertaste." ”

Qing'er naturally heard that Song Anle was nothing more than wanting to sue her, maybe he had wronged her for a few days, but what was waiting for her later would be a different cognition, because everything has its starting point, just like Song Cheng would not lock her up here for no reason.

However, she understands this, but she can't bear to be imprisoned, and she is even more unwilling to be slaughtered, because she doesn't know sinners, she has her right to freedom, and she has the right to choose her own life.

In fact, Song Anle's intention is not entirely to remind her lover that bitterness is sweet, or the recognition of sweetness in bitterness, but she hopes that her lover can look back on the past, those nostalgic times.

But Qing'er was completely unmoved, Song Anle put down the teacup, and she said gently: "The sun is good outside, come out and sit with me." ”

Song Anle stretched out his jade finger in front of Qing'er, Qing'er hesitated for a while, and then put his hand heavily in Song Anle's palm, but he walked out first, leaving Song Anle looking at her back, and her indifferent face added a little sorrow.

After Song Anle walked out of the door, several servants were still kneeling in the courtyard, and she said gently: "You guys clean up here, all of them retreat." ”

As if on the verge of death, several servants were suddenly released, and they all bowed their heads and said, "Thank you, Miss." ”

Song Anle didn't speak, but walked towards Qing'er sitting on the stone bench, she still had an easy-going attitude, sitting next to Qing'er, she looked at such a feeling, it made her feel strange for the first time.

But this kind of uneasy psychology instantly stopped her from pressing back, Qing'er is stubborn by nature, she will hold on to reasonable things, but for unreasonable trouble, she will also apologize with the same attitude, which shows that Qing'er really doesn't think she is wrong, although she is really not wrong.

But the question is thrown back, who is the fault, it should not have appeared in Gao Yuan, or blame them for meeting too early, blame Song Cheng for being too paranoid, or selfish, or blame God for not arranging it properly enough.

If everything in the world is arranged by God, then no matter sooner or later, whether it is wrong or wrong, there is always an end point in the underworld, waiting to be ended, but the time of this end point does not matter sooner or later, and there is no right or wrong.

"Still angry with Brother Cheng?" Song Anle looked at Qing'er with a calm face.

When it came to Song Cheng, Qing'er's anger was ignited again, and she said angrily: "If he doesn't let me out again, I won't see the sun tomorrow." ”

"How do you know that tomorrow there will be the sun?"

Qing'er was already angry, and now she is deflated, she is naturally even more annoyed, she glanced at Song Anle very unhappily, although the words can't say anything about her, but Qing'er is still unconvinced and said: "Even if I don't, I won't see Tianming." ”

"Stop being a child;" Song Anle said kindly: "Brother Cheng must have his reason for doing this, if you endure it for a while, I believe that Brother Cheng will give you a satisfactory answer." ”

"I don't want to reply;" Qing'er said without thinking about it at all: "I leave here and never go back here." ”

Although Qing'er may just have a mouth and no heart, Song Anle's heart still throbbed violently, she didn't want to imagine it, it was just a thing that was not strict, but Qing'er clearly said that she wanted to leave here and cut off a qiē here, which couldn't help but make her wonder how deep and firm a person's so-called belief could be;

Song Anle said earnestly: "But this is your home, if you don't want your home, then where do you put our relatives?" ”

The love was entangled, she admitted that she was just a momentary anger, so she didn't think about it so far, because what she wanted was just not to be locked up like a prisoner, thinking of the dark grievances here, she got up excitedly and said: "Then your so-called relatives are watching me being locked up here, but they are all indifferent?" ”

Song Anle also got up, hoping to ease her feelings, so she said softly: "We are not indifferent, I am looking for the main source of things, you should give us time." ”

"When?" Qing'er said with a questioning expression: "Then let me ask you, how long is your so-called time, a year, two years, or do you plan to just lock me up for the rest of my life?" ”

Qing'er can't understand, she didn't commit any crime, she just liked a man who also had a good impression of her, and the so-called family members, if they didn't bless them, it just caused a break of opposition, she couldn't make it think that the person she chose was not Song Cheng.

"No matter how long it takes, you should trust Brother Cheng." Song Anle still said calmly: "Brother Cheng has regarded us as pearls in his palm since he was a child, you have to believe that he will not harm you." ”

"Yes;" There was obvious excitement and displeasure in his heavy tone: "Of course he won't harm me, because he is selfish, so he has to find ways to keep me." ”

"Love!" Song Anle stopped with anger, she locked her eyebrows deeply, and said with a solemn and dark face: "How can you think of your brother Cheng so much, is Brother Cheng just a selfish and despicable villain in your eyes?" ”

Song Anle was obviously a little angry, although her love was angry, but the unconcealed hurt was pierced in other people's hearts like a pinprick, but she vented her anger casually, and even justifiably thought that she was right.

Song Anle suppressed the disappointment in her heart, and she said sternly: "Even Brother Cheng is wrong, after all, he is the brother who brought you up single-handedly, even if you are not grateful, how can you be so unscrupulous to despise your brother, if he hears this, how sad he should be." ”

Qing'er was childish for a while, not only could she not understand Song Anle's teachings, but she had a feeling of rejection, after all, she was not a brother and sister, and she couldn't understand the feelings of their siblings, but compatriots are compatriots, and they can't be outsiders to themselves.

"I don't care if he feels sorry or not, I only know that you are a fellow mother, and you will never favor me as an outsider, so you have no right to imprison me." The love of the lover has been completely out of control, and she just wants to fly away with the one she likes, so between her relatives and her lover, she has made a brilliant choice, the lover who can spend her life together.

Song Anle looked at the out-of-control Qing'er, she never knew that the love had such an extreme side, and she suddenly found that her understanding of the love was far from being as thorough as she imagined.

"I don't want you to regret what you said today, so you better calm down first." Song Anle said and left.

Listening to the piercing words of the lover, she was so sad that she couldn't speak, several years of time, recorded countless feelings of gratitude, years of companionship, accumulated countless days and nights, but before each other grew old, they entered the end of the crack, Song Anle couldn't think of it, where was the mistake, if she could, she was willing to start over, even if she spent half of her body in vain, she would rather go back to those pure and beautiful years.

Seeing that she had made a big fuss and didn't get an effective effect, she was beaten down by Song Anle again, and she was even more unhappy, she stomped her foot fiercely, and casually waved the tea cup on the table to the ground.

There was another noisy and piercing sound, Song Anle paused for a moment, and looked at it from the bottom of her eyes, when she was about to leave again, Song Cheng stood in front of her with a gloomy face, and she subconsciously called "Brother." ”

Qing'er also heard the sound and saw that Song Cheng's face was not only gloomy, but also obviously cold, Qing'er was a little afraid of such Song Cheng, but in order to make a fuss in vain, she still plucked up her confidence and walked over.

But Song Cheng didn't wait for his lover to come over, he walked up angrily first, his face was dark and cold, and people didn't dare to look at it directly.