All around was foggy.

It's rare for such a fog to fall in the city, and you can barely see your fingers. In Song Qing's memory, there were only three such fogs. She found herself crouching in the sand, surrounded by fine white sand, and it was this time that she picked up a beautiful bottle.

It was a turquoise glass bottle with a hemp rope tied to it, and a painting was placed in it.

As soon as Song Qing thought about it, she found the wooden stopper coming out of the sand, she picked up the bottle and pulled the lid hard, thinking in her heart that there would be a smell of freesia.

Sure enough, as if she had the ability to predict, the bottle exuded a faint fragrance, and Song Qing skillfully spread out the painting, which was drawn by a child with crayons.

The whole painting is blue, blue ocean, blue sky. Like an unnutritious egg, the sun is white. In the blue sea, a woman in a long white dress walked into the water step by step.

The sea had flooded her mouth and nose.

When she picked it up when she was a child, she was so frightened that she threw the bottle far away, but when it was about to be foggy, she picked up the painting, stuffed it back, and quietly hid it in her school bag.

At that time, she thought, maybe she had taken away some of the child's terror, and his life would be relieved.

Although she didn't write a word on it, she knew that the woman in white was the mother of the child.

"Qingqing, why are you still here? There is a quarrel in your family, and your aunt is going to smash the table and bench! ”

Song Qing didn't respond, she lifted her schoolbag and threw it on her shoulder handsomely.

Ever since she was a child, she was a quirky and eccentric child. It's not that he later entered the entertainment industry and makes headlines everywhere he goes, but he is sullen and doesn't like to talk.

If you are not born beautiful, you will be isolated.

But no matter how old she was, she never took it to heart. Maybe when she was in her mother's womb, her heart absorbed too much nutrients and became the strongest place in her body.

It was the first fog, on the third day of my grandfather's death.

How much money her grandfather had, she didn't know at all. Her father, who is silent and unlikable, has only a daughter like her. The strange thing is that my father didn't take it to heart, but my mother kept thinking about it, feeling that she couldn't hold her head up in the concubine.

"You don't have a son, so why should you share your father's inheritance? Who will be left with that time? Didn't they all give people with foreign surnames? My father is seriously ill, and my daughter-in-law is serving me closely, and I want to decide on this house. Look at your daughter-in-law again, Dad went, she kept watch for a day, and Baba went back to work. When there is no class to go to yo! ”

The fog was so thick that it was almost impossible to see people's faces.

Song Qing stood in front of the door, listening to the sound of whirring inside, it was her uncle.

"I came back, it was foggy outside, and there was sand in my shoes." Song Qing said, walked in, pulled an empty chair and sat down, took off his shoes and poured sand.

The uncle was annoyed by her appearance as if she was in her own home, "Huashengzi, this is your grandfather's mourning hall, what are you doing here?" It's just like your mother......"

Song Qing didn't raise his head, "If it's a filial son of Lingtang, you have to kneel, uncle, what are you doing standing?" Oh, grandpa has been buried, the mourning hall has been removed, if you want to kneel, go to the grave and kneel. Remember to move forward, it's very foggy today, I'm afraid grandpa can't see your face clearly. ”

Everyone's expressions became strange.

Wise and close to the demon, this child, if he is born by himself, is a genius. If it is from another brother's house, it is a wickedness.

So except for Song Qing's father, everyone else looked at her like a ghost.

She's still just a child.

Uncle Song was enraged, and immediately rushed over, raising his hand to slap Song Qing in the face, but was stopped, "Big brother, I don't care what you say." But if you dare to move a finger, today you will either die or I will live. ”

Song Qing's eyes turned red when he heard this voice.

This is her dad, and when the next fog comes, her dad will be gone, and her mom will be gone.

Song Qing sniffed, "Dad." ”

Father Song looked at her as if she was about to cry, stretched out his hand, and touched her head, "Qingqing is not afraid, with Dad here, no one dares to bully you." ”

Song Qing nodded fiercely. But after Dad left, they all came to bully her.

The uncle was so angry that he grabbed the vase on the side, thought about it, saw that it was an antique, put it down again, grabbed the teapot on the table of the Eight Immortals, and fell to the ground with a bang.

Song Qing glanced at him and opened his mouth lightly, "The vase is fake, but the teapot is old, uncle throw it carefully." ”

Uncle Song's body stiffened, and he hurriedly squatted down and picked up the fragments of the teapot on the ground, "You hairy girl, what do you know?" ”

Song Qing didn't answer again, just looked at the door quietly.

After a while, the uncle and grandfather in the next room were about to come with their grandfather's will. She took the old house, and the uncle got the purple clay pot that he smashed.

The fog is still very strong.

Song Qing looked down at her hands, she had grown a lot.

On her right hand, a large cut was made. It was supposed to be the third day of her father's death.

No one put a band-aid on her anymore.

She still lives in the tube building that is about to be demolished, and the people in the factory have just left, leaving a large amount of condolences behind.

The room, which used to be very crowded, seemed empty. None of my mother's clothes and jewelry were gone, only a pair of red leather slippers were left, the slippers were fashionable and gorgeous, and they looked very abrupt in this ordinary room.

Song Qing stretched out his hand and touched the photo frame on the desk. This is the only photo of their family of three, going to the amusement park.

My father is still always gentle and gentle, he was born very white, no matter who looks at it, it looks like a clerk, very Sven. Song Qing stood in the middle, wearing a peaked cap, and the momentum around his body was much more restrained.

Her mother was wearing a long red dress, which looked like she had just returned from a beach vacation, and she didn't even sit with Song Qing on the merry-go-round. But at least she wasn't upset when the photo was taken.

Song Qing thought about it and deducted the photo backwards.

Next to the photo is the bottle that I picked up in the sand.

She pulled out the drawing.

Although it was drawn by a child, it can be seen that this child has a great talent for drawing, far more than anyone else. Although it is a crayon, although it is a whole surface of blue, the blue color is layered.

At this time in her last life, she didn't open the bottle. The painting, as a strange secret of her childhood, was forever hidden in a bottle.

The moonlight outside the window spilled in, shining on the piece of paper, and she noticed that under the straw hat of the woman in the white dress, a few strands of hair appeared, which were golden, golden like the sun.

Song Qing turned the painting over, and then painted a painting on the back of the painting.

The whole painting is red, and the sky with burning clouds against the whole world is red.

The woman in the big red dress walked towards the horizon, farther and farther, and finally she couldn't even hear the sound of her high heels hitting the ground.

After Song Qing finished painting, he counted down: "Three, two, one." Here it comes. ”

"Bang bang bang! Open the door! Your father is dead, your mother has run away with someone else, and no one cares about you anymore, so why don't you go to your uncle's house! ”