"His father was the only music teacher in ten miles and eight towns, he could play the piano and play the violin, and I was also a local intellectual, how majestic I was at that time...... If it weren't for Ah Xuan...... If only she hadn't come to our house. ”

Mrs. Song's voice was remorseful, "I raised her like a daughter for three years, and in three years, I raised a dog, and I knew that I had to recognize the owner and repay my kindness, but Ah Xuan, she walked so simply, and walked away on that day, and gave us a loud slap in the face!" As he spoke, he waved his hand in great hatred and hammered it into his heart.

Song Yifan was startled, hurriedly stopped it, and shouted: "Mom! ”

Mrs. Song burst into tears, "I hurt!" That slap was like a slap in my face, and it still hurts so much after all these years! How much enmity do I have with her? Yes? Leave a note, not even a shadow, now I don't know if it's dead or alive, I hate it! ”

Su Qianci saw her crying, and her heart was also sour.

took out the tissue and wiped it on Mrs. Song's face.

Mrs. Song suddenly stretched out her hand and held Su Qianci's hand, her voice firm and resolute: "Ah Xuan! ”

Su Qianci was taken aback, and the whole person trembled.

Li Sicheng stepped forward to hug her as soon as possible, and stretched out his hand to break Mrs. Song's hand.

However, he was stopped by Song Yifan and shook his head slightly.

Su Qianci was a little scared, looked at Mrs. Song, and shouted: "Grandma, I'm Qianci, not Rong Xuan." ”

"Eh......" Mrs. Song responded, her eyes softened, "Shout again, grandma loves to listen." ”

"Grandma......" Su Qianci's voice was a little timid.

Mrs. Song smiled with relief, stretched out her hand, and touched her hair, "Good, grandma cooks for you, this one behind you is your boyfriend?" ”

"He's my husband, and we're married."

"Oh...... Married, Yifan's daughters are married, old, old......" Mrs. Song's voice was a little trance, and she was about to stand up as she spoke, "I'm going to cook." ”

Song Yifan held the old lady down and said softly: "Mom, let's go out to eat, Sister Yang is going home for the New Year, let's go outside to the restaurant, okay?" ”

"It's a waste of money to go to the restaurant, if your father knows about it, he won't scold you to death."

"Chinese New Year, just once, okay?"

Mrs. Song glanced at him with disgust and pointed at him with her finger, "You! ”

"Let's go, Mom, I'll take you to eat."

Song Yifan supported the old lady, and his pace was extremely slow.

Su Qianci looked at their backs from behind, a little sad.

This home, because Rong Xuan has become like this.

If it weren't for Rong Xuan's three-year insertion, Song Yifan would definitely have married and had children by now, and Sheng Ximing wouldn't have to suffer for so long.

Su Qianci didn't tell anyone about seeing Rong Xuan some time ago, but now, she wants to say it.

After lunch, Song Yifan coaxed the old lady to sleep, and then walked out again.

Su Qianci got straight to the point, "I saw Rong Xuan some time ago. ”

Song Yifan was disinfecting the gap, holding a tea clip in his hand and a blue and white porcelain tea cup, hearing Su Qianci's words, the thin quilt fell on the table, making a crisp sound.

Miraculously, nothing happened.

Song Yifan's mood is the same.

Smiling slightly, Song Yifan continued the movements in his hand and said, "How is it possible, she is already dead." ”

"It's true, I was hospitalized some time ago, and when I went to see Mr. Rong...... Su Qianci's voice suddenly stopped, "Wait, Rong Xuan, Rong Haiyue, will there be any relationship between them?" ”

(Po Sing Shek Academy)