In the afternoon, Song Lingyue, accompanied by Yan Yi, went to the hospital to see her father, he was still the same, and there was no sign of waking up at all.

After returning from the hospital, Yan Yi went home, Song Lingyue thought about it, and decided to go to her father's best friend, Uncle Zhang, maybe he could help.

When Song Lingyue arrived, the Zhang family was finishing eating, Song Lingyue waited in the living room for an hour, and she didn't see Uncle Zhang come out, she wanted to go to the hospital at night, but she couldn't wait, so she had to take the liberty of going to the dining room.

The dining room was lively, the family was drinking tea, and although the food on the table was leftover, it could still be seen that it was very rich and luxurious.

In the middle of the dining table, there was a middle-aged man with a big belly, who was laughing with a girl next to him, and the girl was amused and "giggled".

Song Lingyue's heart was sour, her father loved her very much, and he used to always make her laugh like this, making her very happy, and she could be coquettish by his side, but now, she can't anymore.

"Uncle Zhang, I'm sorry, I have something urgent to look for you, so I took the liberty to break in and didn't delay you and your family to eat, right?" Song Lingyue tried to smile on her face and said flatteringly.

The people at the table all looked at her, with complicated expressions, sympathy, pity, and a trace of disdain and disdain, Song Lingyue pretended not to see it, and still stood at the door with a smile.

Mr. Zhang's face sank, waved his hand to disperse everyone from the dinner table, summoned Song Lingyue to him, and didn't say that he would let her sit, and he didn't move his seat, and said in a lukewarm tone: "It turned out to be Xiaoyue!" Is your dad getting better? ”

Song Lingyue folded her hands in front of her, very restrained, and whispered: "Thank you Uncle Zhang, my father's condition is stable, but he still needs to stay in the hospital for a few days." ”

Mr. Zhang smiled weirdly, "Xiaoyue, don't blame Uncle Zhang for not going to the hospital to see your father, you know, I have been doing business with your father in the past few years, and I haven't earned any money, but I am tired and sick, and there have been a lot of things at home recently, so I really can't get out." ”

Song Lingyue secretly glanced at the environment of the dining room, the big crystal lamp hung on the ceiling, shining dazzlingly, the dining table and chairs were all customized in Italy, and the luxury of the decoration was better than that at home.

Thinking that back then, Uncle Zhang didn't even have a place to live, and he also boarded in Song Mansion, and now with such a family business, she really can't understand how she can have money to live in such a big house if she doesn't earn money.

But she can't say this, although she is here to ask her father for the money she lent out, but now it is not what it used to be, and people are under the roof, and their confidence is inevitably insufficient.

"Uncle Zhang, I know you're tired, and I didn't want to bother you, but ......"

"Alright, Satsuki!" Mr. Zhang waved his hand, directly interrupted her words, and said half-smilingly: "I know your intention." ”

As he spoke, he reached out and took out two ten-yuan tickets from his pocket, threw them on the corner of the table in front of Song Lingyue, and said: "I don't have time to go to the hospital to see your father, you take this little money, buy some fruit, just take it as my mind, if there is any surplus, you can use it as pocket money, after all, I don't have a lot of money." ”

Song Lingyue's face turned white, twenty yuan, for ordinary people, it is enough for a month's living expenses, but for his father's medical expenses, it is a drop in the bucket, not to mention, his father lent him more than thousands of yuan one by one.

"Uncle Zhang, I remember, you once took a few sums of money from my father, and now you are not short of money, can you give me some of the emergency first?" Song Lingyue said tentatively.

Unexpectedly, this remark directly annoyed him, slapped one hand on the table, blushed and roared: "Little girl, you can't talk nonsense, when did I ask your father to borrow money, do I need to ask him to borrow?" Besides, you said I borrowed money, do you have an IOU? ”

Song Lingyue's face flushed, and she subconsciously took a step back, looking at him in a daze, Uncle Zhang she knew had always been very gentle in front of her father, and she hugged her when she was a child, and brought her gifts every time she went to the house, there had never been such a time, for a while, she couldn't accept it.

Mr. Zhang didn't give up, simply stood up, and condescendingly accused: "Xiaoyue, I know that your mother left early, and your father was busy with business, so he didn't have time to educate you. ”

"Also, you still have my machines and equipment in your factory, which are also worth a lot of money, and I originally wanted to ship them back for use, since you are so difficult, I will leave it to you to continue to use! It's not too early, get the money and go back quickly! ”

Song Lingyue's heart twitched and hurt, her breathing became uncomfortable, she tried to restrain herself from letting her tears fall, and said stubbornly: "You don't need the money, you better put it away!" As for the machines in the factory, even if you take them away, your things will return to their original owners. "Those machines and equipment are about to be eliminated, this favor, don't do it.

"Huh!" Mr. Zhang laughed strangely, "Little girl, don't blame me for speaking directly, in these years, stubbornness is useless, acquaintance is the way to survive." ”

Song Lingyue clenched her fists, "Thank you for your teaching!" He turned and left the dining room, not wanting to see his disgusting face again.

As soon as I walked outside, I met the eldest lady of the Zhang family, and when I saw Song Lingyue walking out with a depressed expression, she said with a smile: "Sister Yue, it's not early, you haven't had dinner yet, right?" ”

Song Lingyue also played with her, and gave her a lot of foreign gifts, thinking that she still cared about friendship, she smiled and shook her head, "Not yet, it's too late to go home and eat." ”

The eldest lady of the Zhang family smiled, swept the location of the dining room, and said, "There is still some leftover food in my family, it is better to bring some back to Sister Song, if you don't eat it, you will also feed the dogs." ”

Song Lingyue's stomach churned for a while, and a nausea came up, which was forcibly pressed down by her, and said with a sneer: "You still keep it to feed your dog, I hope your dog will live a long life." After that, he left Zhang's mansion without looking back.

There was also a burst of sneer and ridicule behind him, "She thinks she is still the eldest lady of the Song family?" It's ridiculous! ”

Song Lingyue went to a few more mansions, the situation was almost the same, those friendly and well-meaning people in the past, it was like a different person overnight, not to say unpleasant words is already kind treatment, the money lent out, naturally it is not a penny, the people are warm and cold, she tasted it all in half a day.

Back at home, Song Lingyue was exhausted, washed her face, and nested on the sofa, the house was deserted everywhere, and there was no longer the warmth of the past.

Rong's mother came to her bedroom with a bowl of noodles, put the noodles on the coffee table in front of her, and persuaded with a smile: "Miss, eat something!" You must be very tired today, eat and rest early. ”

Song Lingyue looked at Rong's mother, her tears could no longer be restrained, she got up and hugged her, crying loudly.

Rong's mother watched her grow up from childhood, she had no children in her life, and almost regarded Song Lingyue as her biological daughter, in the past two days, she watched her busy before and after, all the grievances were swallowed alone, and she was already very distressed, and now she was crying, she couldn't stand it, and hugged her to wipe her tears.

Someone knocked on the door outside, Song Lingyue sat back, wiped away her tears, and Rong Ma went over and opened the door.

Uncle Song walked in, smiling wryly, when Mother Rong saw him, the expression on her face suddenly became uncomfortable, and she gave Uncle Song a look, Uncle Song pretended not to see it, and opened his mouth.

"Miss, that's the case, something happened at home recently, I need to go back to deal with it, tomorrow, maybe, maybe I have to leave."

Song Lingyue felt bitter in her heart, clenched her fists, nodded anyway, and said, "Okay, things at home are important, then you can go back!" ”

Uncle Song hesitated and refused to leave, Song Lingyue realized something, got up and walked to the dresser, took out a box from the drawer, took out fifty yuan from it, turned around and handed it to Uncle Song.

"Uncle Song, you have this money, part of it is your salary this month, and the other part is what I give more, so I should compensate you."

She naturally wanted to give more, but when she took out these few cards in the box, there was not much left, and the family still had to eat, so she was powerless.

Uncle Song didn't refuse, put it away and put it in his pocket, said a few more polite words, and left.

Song Lingyue was sad and wanted to cry, but she didn't want to make Rong's mother sad, so she pulled a few mouthfuls of noodles, and then excused herself that she was sleepy, and let Rong's mother leave the bedroom, and after everyone left, she curled up on the big bed and sobbed silently.

Late at night, in the corridor of the hospital, several people in black suits carried Dean Jiang and found Song Qi's ward.

"This person is Song Qi?"

Dean Jiang was in a cold sweat, although he felt guilty for betraying his friend, but his life was important, Song Qi was already half dead, so it was also a drag, and it was a merit to save his life before he died, so he nodded.

A few men in black suits let go of him, slapped the knife on his neck, and threatened: "You didn't come today, you haven't seen us, your mouth is tight, you can live, understand?" ”

Dean Jiang nodded like a chicken pecking rice, "I know, he was originally a dead man, if you use some means, no one will doubt it." ”

"Okay, you can get out!"

After Dean Jiang left, several people entered the ward, and one person came to Song Qi, probed his snort, his breathing was very weak, sneered, and covered Song Qi's mouth and nose with one hand.