Song Xiaoke has grown up in her arms since she was born, either this uncle hugged her or that aunt coaxed her, in short, she didn't walk much when she was nine years old.

But Song Xiaoke, who hasn't walked much, has lost her father since she was born, and her mother means that her father is not a good person, and it is the same whether he has or not.

But there are always a few days a year, her mother will stop all her work and stay at home quietly, and her mother's mood will be very low in those days, she will dream at night, sometimes laughing, sometimes crying, Song Xiaoke, who can see the big fart, feels uncomfortable.

Those days were her father's death days, and Song Shihao didn't go to the cemetery often, only twice a year, once on her father's birthday and once on death days.

She has always been very confused, since Song Shihao said that her father is not a good person, why is she always so sad in those days, especially on the day she went to the cemetery, let her leave after saying hello to Yang Minghui, and she stayed in front of Yang Minghui's tomb for a long time.

When Song Xiaoke was seven years old, he was already able to understand things, and he had an understanding of the difference between good and evil in this world, and he also knew that Song Shihao was right, her father was indeed not a good person, but he broke his bones and tendons, and her body was bleeding Yang Minghui's blood.

Song Shihao told her that her father was paranoid and crazy, and almost forced her to death several times, but he was full of expectations for the arrival of the child.

Song Xiaoke remembered that the sentence she could remember the most she had heard was: "You are the angel that your father has been expecting to come for a long, long time." ”

Song Xiaoke was very sad, she didn't know how to face her father, so after the age of five, she would directly say hello to the person on the tombstone and leave, and definitely not stay for a while.

The cemetery is not big, and it can even be regarded as remote, but this is indeed the highest-level cemetery in Quanjin City, and the price of a cemetery is almost the salary of a good movie in Song Shihao. Therefore, the management here is very strict, and no one can come in except for family members.

Song Shihao also took Yang Minghui's ashes here with this reason in mind.

Song Xiaoke walked down the steps of the cemetery sullenly, the sky was a little cloudy, drizzling, and a little cool.

But as she walked, she ran into an obstacle.

The roadblock is below, Song Xiaoke is on top, and immediately looked down at the roadblock, the little girl who was in a very bad mood just wanted to lose her temper and let people go away, but when she raised her eyes, she looked at the roadblocker.

The "get out" that was already in his mouth turned into "Little brother, why are you here alone?" Is it lost? ”

Without him, I just blame the little brother for being too good-looking, even if he is still young, but that little face can already see the cold and noble temperament, a pair of black eyes are so good-looking, a very beautiful little nose, and a cute little mouth, which makes people want to go up and kiss it.

The little guy held the umbrella, stepped forward and stepped up the steps that Song Xiaoke was stepping on, and raised his little hand to prop the umbrella above Song Xiaoke's head.

The seven-year-old girl was running fast, but the little boy was tired: "Sister, why don't you hold an umbrella?" You'll get wet in the rain. When you get caught in the rain, you don't feel good, like my mom. ”

Song Xiaoke's little resentful little emotion in her heart didn't know where she flew for a long time, and the little boy's sister called her excited, and immediately took the umbrella in the little boy's hand and held it for him.

"My mommy was watching my dad up there and I forgot to bring an umbrella. Little brother, you are so good-looking, can you tell me what your name is? ”

For some reason, after Song Xiaoke said this, she inexplicably thought of the witch who poisoned Snow White, and she seemed to feel a little like that now.