Song Ci's mood slowly stabilized, and Song Huanian took him to the stone bench on the side of the road.

It was getting dark, and there was a hint of coolness in the wind, and Song Huanian couldn't help but shiver. Seeing this, Song Ci took off his shirt and draped it on her, and turned his head to wipe the tears from his face with paper.

Song Huanian saw that there was only one white T left on him and asked, "You gave it to me, isn't it cold?" ”

"Huh?" Song Ci sniffed: "I'm fine, you can wear it, there has been a lot of autumn rain recently, and it is easy to catch a cold." His voice was a little hoarse, and his eyes were still red.

Song Huanian stretched out his hand to wipe away the black thing that he didn't know when he rubbed on his face, and Song Ci looked at her, looking at each other. When she wanted to take her hand away, Song Ci quickly pressed it: "You are still... Put it here. ”

Song Huanian didn't react for a while, and after a while, he sneered: "Okay, I won't let go." ”

She looked at the young man in front of her, and all she had was distress: "You, it's so bad that it hurts." ”

is obviously so bad, but he is very well-behaved in front of his father, and he would rather stand there and be beaten than refute it, and he responded to the sentence "The body is given to the parents." ”。

Song Ci shook his head, tilted to the left, and leaned on Song Huanian's shoulder: "I'm so tired, let me rest for a while." As he spoke, he closed his eyes.

His steady breathing rhythmically entered Song Huanian's ears, and listening to his breathing, he also felt a little relieved and had no irritability. Looking at the pedestrians coming and going on the road, taking hurried steps, or getting off work, or going to dinner.

In this busy rhythm, there is the person you like sitting next to you, and she gives you the safety to sleep with peace of mind.

How I want to, this moment is a lifetime.

"Song Ci." Song Huanian lowered his head, looked at the white canvas shoes on his feet, and asked in a glutinous voice: "Has your relationship with your father always been so bad?" ”

Song Tianlin's actions today really surprised her. Since she was a child, she has been the highest treatment at home, not to mention that she has not been beaten unreasonably by her parents, but she fights on the field, dances knives and guns, occupies an important position in the military, and her grandfather, who makes others frightened when she mentions it, is not willing to yell at her.

And Song Ci's father, when he didn't figure it out at all, directly reached out and hit him. The boy was usually proud, but at that moment he became so weak that he didn't resist at all.

He opened his phoenix eyes, his eyes were a little hollow: "It was okay before, my mother is still there." Although he is not often at home, he always brings me my favorite toys every time he comes back, and he will be very nice to my mother. Later, my relationship with him has been stiff because my mom passed away. Like you can see today, he brought Downs and his mom to my house, so when I go to class today, Downs will say he's my brother. ”

"That's... How did your mom die? She suddenly realized what she had said, and suddenly regretted it: "I'm sorry... I shouldn't have asked... I'm sorry. ”

She was suddenly afraid, afraid of hurting a child's soft heart. The dependence on his mother and the peace of mind of staying by his mother's side are treasures that people can't ask for.

"A child with a mother is like a treasure, and a child without a mother is a grass."

The grass of Song Ci can be regarded as planted in the hands of Song Huanian.

He sat up straight and shook his head, "If it's you, it's fine." ”

"In my memory, my mother was a talented and gentle woman who loved to wear cheongsam. She has always been soft-spoken, extremely gentle, and plays the guzheng well. On weekends, when I have nothing to do, I sit in front of the piano and play a song or two. She smiled and smiled, all reflecting the beauty of Jiangnan women. I heard from my grandmother that when my mother was about to marry my father, the family hated me

My father didn't have the ability, so he didn't want to. But for him, my mother cut off the relationship with the family and followed my father to Beipiao, and later I started a business in Jiangnan, which was a foothold. ”

When Song Ci mentioned his mother, his eyebrows and eyes were gentle. What kind of mother should it be, let the child laugh when she mentions it.

"My father's career is getting bigger and bigger, and his ability is getting bigger and bigger. began to have other women, and my mother endured it all the time. Until one day, I had just come home and watched her fall down the stairs and lie in a pool of blood. By the time I was taken to the hospital, the best time for rescue had been missed, and the forensic doctor diagnosed it as an accidental casualty, saying that my mother had fallen down the stairs. But ......"

Song Ci turned his head, his voice was weak, and Song Huanian only looked at his trembling lips before he understood the sentence.

"However, I saw Song Tianlin standing on the top of the stairs with a smile on the corner of his mouth."

He snorted self-deprecatingly: "I told the police, doctors, and even medical examiners about this." But none of them trusted me, they thought I was talking nonsense, and even found a psychiatrist and said that I had a psychological problem. Because the result of the police investigation was that Song Tianlin did not return home that day, I was the only one who found my mother, and I was the only eyewitness. That year, I was in my third year of junior high school. Really, so tired. ”

Song Huanian was originally very calm, but his brows gradually furrowed when he heard this, and the hand on his knee slowly clenched into a fist. She couldn't imagine what Song Ci looked like in the third year of junior high school. Whether he has the temper he has now, the eyes that don't like anyone, or how cute he should be, how bright his smile is, and how full of light his eyes are.

At such an important stage as the third year of junior high school, I watched the process of my mother's death with my own eyes. At such a young age, he was questioned again and again by the people around him. Obviously the truth is in front of me, but when I want to say it, I find that I can't make a sound, I am speechless, I can only watch with my eyes blank.

"I don't know how many fights I have had with him because of this, every time I quarrel until I fight, looking at the broken glass on the ground, I can't do anything." Song Ci's eyes were a little terrified, and he was a little more frightened: "How much do you want to send him to the police station now, let him admit that he pushed my mother down, and let him taste what it is like to squat in a prison cell." ”

He suddenly collapsed on the back of his chair: "However, if he leaves, I will not have a relative." Orphans, what a ridiculous word. ”

How could he not be sad, how could he be willing to watch Song Tianlin spend all his time drinking and watching Tang Sinian and his mother move home. He was just trying to prove that he was not an orphan, not a fatherless child.

All he wants is a happy home. Even if his mother has died, even if he knows that it was Song Tianlin who killed his mother.

He endures, he can tolerate. For himself, but also for Song Tianlin.

Be a lawyer.

This is the first thought that popped up after Song Huanian listened to Song Ci's story.