Zuo Xinxin came to Song's house again, Sun Mei was the only one in the living room, seeing Zuo Xinxin, Sun Mei was stunned for a moment, and then said with great concern: "Silly boy, where did you go yesterday?" We're all worried about you. ”

Zuo Xinxin shook her head and asked, "Second aunt, where is the old lady?"

Without waiting for Sun Mei to speak, there was a sound of footsteps at the corner of the stairs, and then the old lady's rather tired voice came: "It's Xinxin, what's the matter?"

Zuo Xinxin glanced at Jiang Yucheng, the latter bowed slightly, and she glanced at Sun Mei: "Second aunt, I'll go up first."

Sun Mei nodded again and again and looked at Jiang Yucheng: "Mr. Jiang will sit down first, and I'll pour a glass of water."

Sun Mei looked a little tired, but her words and deeds were the same as usual, and she didn't seem to be affected by last night's events.

Zuo Xinxin went upstairs and saw the old lady standing there, her face full of tiredness.

Old Madam Song: "Come with me."

Zuo Xinxin followed the old lady to the study, the study was clean and tidy, but some of the bookshelves were empty, and nothing was placed, which seemed a little abrupt.

The two sat down on the sofa, and Mrs. Song slowly spoke: "What happened last night scared you, right?"

Zuo Xinxin didn't speak, everyone was frightened, let alone her.

Old Madam Song showed a wry smile: "I know you must have a lot of questions, but Xinxin, you can come back, grandma is very happy, just let it pass those things in the past."

"She's telling the truth?"

Zuo Xinxin looked at Old Madam Song, her eyes were red and swollen, full of bloodshots, she hadn't felt like this for a long time.

Hearing this, Old Madam Song still didn't answer positively, and the atmosphere fell into a strange silence.

If you don't answer, you acquiesce.

Despite the preparations, the last barrier in Zuo Xinxin's heart collapsed with a bang. It can be seen that the old lady likes this third daughter very much, but no matter how much she likes it, she will not allow such a heartbreaking thing to happen in the family.

Siblings kill each other, this is something that will only happen in a distant era, and it is actually staged alive in the Song family.

Perhaps, this is also the reason why Song Xiao's name has become a taboo in the Song family.

After a long time, Zuo Xinxin said slowly: "Old lady, do you believe that she did it?"

She looked at Old Madam Song, trying to find what she wanted from her face, but unfortunately no, not at all.

Mrs. Song's eyes were a little red, her already old face seemed to be ten years old at the moment, no matter how strong she was, she was also a mother, and when this happened, she was naturally the saddest and the saddest.

The old lady slowly spoke: "Xinxin, I know you can't accept it for a while, but grandma still advises you, if it's over, let it pass, okay?" ”

Facing the old lady's almost pleading eyes, Zuo Xinxin's heart fell into a battle between heaven and man.

At this time, everyone is saying, let the past pass, don't mention it again, and don't investigate it anymore.

Zuo Xinxin knew that not only last night, but when she appeared in front of the Song family, the scars of the year had already been revealed, and Qin Yue's words only made matters worse.

Put the bloody reality in front of everyone again.

Everybody doesn't want to bring it up, everybody.

“…… Good. ”

I don't know how long it took for Zuo Xinxin to speak slowly, at this moment, the voice in her throat didn't seem to be hers, but she heard it clearly, and the voice would say: "What is past is over......"

Old Mrs. Song's tears fell suddenly, she took Zuo Xinxin's hand and didn't know how to speak, Zuo Xinxin couldn't help but reddened her eyes, even she didn't know how much unwillingness, how much sadness and grievances were in it.

Old Madam Song trembled and held Zuo Xinxin's hand: "That's good, that's good......"

Zuo Xinxin could feel that the old lady loved her a lot, but she always had a sense of alienation, and now, she finally understood that this sense of alienation came from her mother.

On one side is her biological daughter, and on the other side is her eldest grandson, and the palms and backs of her hands are full of meat, so the old lady's feelings for her are complicated.

Even though it was opened now, the old lady still didn't want to talk about it too much.

But then again, the old lady is just an old lady in her sixties and seventies, how could Zuo Xinxin make a fuss in front of her and investigate it rashly.

As if thinking of something, Zuo Xinxin said, "I want to go to her room again." When the words fell, he felt that it was inappropriate, and added, "I want to go alone, is it okay?" ”

"Absolutely."

Old Madam Song wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, pulled Zuo Xinxin to get up and went to her bedroom, and handed her the key herself: "No matter what, as long as you figure it out, in the future, the Song family welcomes you back at any time." ”

Zuo Xinxin nodded: "Thank you, old lady." ”

But I'm afraid that after she goes back this time, there will be very few opportunities for her to come to Xiangcheng.

Song Xiao's room was still as clean and tidy as ever, with chic decorations, bookshelves full of trophies and certificates, exquisite and dazzling jewelry, and that, the secret base she never let people go to.

Entering the room, Zuo Xinxin quietly locked the door and went straight to the bedside table.

The bedside table had only two small drawers with nothing in them, and the dresser and wardrobe were empty.

The room is very large, there are not many furnishings, and Zuo Xinxin has found all the places she can find, but obviously after Song Xiao left, the old lady put away all her things.

In addition to the shelves of trophies, certificates and jewelry.

Zuo Xinxin came to the bookshelf, carefully looked at each layer, and found that they were all ordinary trophy certificates, and the jewelry was wiped clean.

Suddenly, Zuo Xinxin smiled bitterly, what is she doing?

Are you unwilling or simply want to find some things from Song Xiao as a souvenir?

She didn't know, she just wanted to take a serious look at the room again, and it could be regarded as having met Song Xiao.

Speaking of which, she hasn't been to Song Xiao's cemetery yet, and she doesn't know why, she is a little afraid to go.

Perhaps, the time has not yet come.

After taking medicine in the morning, I have been looking for it for so long, Zuo Xinxin only felt dizzy in her head, so she went to sit down in that corner of the room.

This location is very clever, you can see most of the Song family's garden, and it is the end of summer, and the servants are there

Pruning the flowers and plants, the bright sun is reflected on everyone's faces, and the picture is very harmonious.

Looking at it, Zuo Xinxin's eyes fell on the long table in front of him, which was neither tall nor short, and there was a pot of unknown green plants on the table, which was growing quite vigorously, and there were three drawers and a cabinet under the table.

Zuo Xinxin stared at it for a few minutes before reaching out to open the small cabinet and found that there were things in the cabinet.

If you look closely, there are some books about jewelry design, including several books, which Zuo Xinxin has also seen in Jiang Yucheng's study.

I took out one and found that the book was quite fluffy and old, and I must have read it many times.

When she opened it, Zuo Xinxin couldn't help but be stunned, because there was almost no blank space in the book, densely filled with testimonials and records, the handwriting was beautiful and powerful, and every stroke showed the owner's strong and chic character.

Not only that, but there are sticky notes attached to the corners, which are folded and sandwiched into the pages, no wonder it looks so fluffy.

In the end, Zuo Xinxin turned to the title page, and the words "Song Xiao" came into view, showing arrogance one by one.

"Mother's ......"

Touching the two handwritings with his fingers, the indentations of the paper could be felt on the tips of his fingers, and Zuo Xinxin muttered softly, as if he could imagine Song Xiao sitting here reading a book seriously, or thinking.

There are things in the cabinet and in the drawers, it may be that Song Xiao usually does not allow people to come to this place, so until now, no one has taken these away.

Zuo Xinxin carefully put the book in its place, and took the lead in opening the drawer above the cabinet, which contained some palm-sized boxes, which seemed to contain some flower seeds, a total of seven or eight.

Zuo Xinxin thought about it and put one of them in her bag, just to leave her a thought.

The other three drawers contained painting tools, A4 paper, and some jewelry molds, which didn't look unusual, and because they had been sitting for so many years, they had a musty smell when they were opened.

Zuo Xinxin took out a few jewelry molds and found that these molds were larger than ordinary jewelry, looking like hanging ornaments, but they were the size of a baby's fist.

Zuo Xinxin looked at it more and more familiarly, but she couldn't remember it, so she put the mold aside and took out the A4 paper in the second drawer.

A stack of A4 paper is seven centimeters thick, half of which is draft, half of which is blank, and Zuo Xinxin looked at the design drafts one by one, but none of them could correspond to the mold.

Zuo Xinxin still looked back, for some reason, she always felt that the original draft of the mold would be here, even if it was not there, she also had an obsession to read the design draft.

Time passed little by little, and Zuo Xinxin really read hundreds of design drafts, but none of these design drafts matched the mold.

"It's crazy......"

Zuo Xinxin shook her head with a wry smile and began to pack up the design draft, and suddenly saw that among the blank stacks of paper, there was a blank pile of paper abruptly placed on the table, and the traces of pencils were exposed on the paper, which seemed to be something.

How can there be a design that is sandwiched between blanks?

For some reason, Zuo Xinxin's fingers trembled a little when she picked up the stack of design drafts.

There was more than one, there were four or five in total, and the shape of the pattern drawn on it was exactly the same as the mold, but the design draft was more detailed, which also made Zuo Xinxin recognize what this thing was at once - longevity lock

Zuo Xinxin's pupils shrank suddenly, and her eyes stared directly at the design draft in front of her.

It has Song Xiao's unique design style of longevity locks, and there are two, the two structures are similar to the longevity locks, just the design draft, it can also be seen that this is a well-drawn work of art.

Since ancient times, longevity locks have been gifts for children, and Song Xiao designed these two longevity locks, obviously not one or the other, because there are two molds.

Zuo Xinxin is also a designer, she can see that these two longevity locks are finished products, but according to the design draft behind, it seems that Song Xiao was not very satisfied with the mold after making it, and made adjustments on the original basis.

But among these molds, there are no molds for new finished products.

Zuo Xinxin's gaze suddenly stopped on the last design draft, which was the finished product of the longevity lock, one left and one right, with a "small" word written under the left longevity lock and a "cloud" written on the right.

If you look closely, the surface of the longevity lock on the right seems to be really painted with cloud patterns, which is very delicate.

Looking at these two longevity locks, Zuo Xinxin directly thought of Qin Yue and Song Xiao's children.

She remembered that Sun Mei once said that Qin Yue had also chosen a name for the child at the beginning, although there was no final decision, but it was confirmed that the child's name had the word "cloud" in it.

(End of chapter)