Halfway up the mountain in the evening, shrouded in mist. From a distance, the fog is dripping, and the mountains are hidden in the thick fog, and only faint outlines can be seen.

In the quiet bedroom, a figure lies on a white European bed. Suddenly, the originally sleeping person sat up, Song Qinghua hugged the quilt, and his forehead was full of cold sweat.

The screams in her throat have long been out of order, and she used to wake up crying when she dreamed. But after a long time, she couldn't cry anymore, but every time she dreamed of it, she still trembled all over.

This nightmare has been haunting her for more than 20 years, no matter day or night, as long as she closes her eyes, it will always penetrate into her heart, tossing her flesh and blood.

Sang Yu's desperate questioning voice seemed to echo in his ears, and he said: Qinghua, are you going to marry him? Are you going to break our oath? Are you going to leave me alone?

Song Qinghua clenched the sheets tightly with both hands, and his eyes were sour and uncomfortable. She wanted to answer him loudly: No, Sang Yu, I won't betray you, I won't leave you alone!

But can she?

The body that has been possessed by people ruthlessly shatters her dreams!

"Hmm!"

Song Qinghua bent down in pain and buried his face in his palm. She can't forget Sang Yu's face eroded by the fire before he died, and she can't forget what he told her when he was dying.

If this life is destined to be separated, she can only miss him, help him take care of his family, and sincerely hope that they can meet as soon as possible in the next life.

"Madam," Aunt Yan pushed open the door and came in, and when she saw her face pale, she immediately realized, "Another nightmare?" ”

Song Qinghua raised his head and looked pained, "Something?" ”

"The master told you to go to the study."

Lifting the quilt and getting out of bed, Song Qinghua straightened his clothes and walked out. Aunt Yan moved her mouth and followed behind her, "The master seems to be in a wrong mood, and he looks very angry." ”

Song Qinghua paused, something flashed quietly in his eyes, and he walked downstairs quickly.

The red sports car was parked in the courtyard, Song Aiyu came in with a leather bag, and seeing Song Qinghua hurriedly walking into the study, she shouted, but no one responded to her.

"Miss!"

Aunt Yan followed her downstairs, blocked in front of Song Aiyu without a trace, and said, "The master instructed that only the wife should be allowed to go in, saying that after the young lady went home, she would go to the restaurant for dinner first." ”

"Grandpa won't let me in?" Song Aiyu glared, what is the situation?

Aunt Yan smiled and said, "The master specially instructed the kitchen to cook the dishes that the young lady likes to eat, but he was afraid that you would eat cold rice, so he asked you to go to the restaurant first." ”

"That's right," Song Aiyu pursed her lips and said with a softened expression, "Okay then." ”

She picked up her bag and turned to walk into the dining room.

Aunt Yan stood outside the study, strictly abiding by Song Rufeng's instructions and not letting anyone approach.

Dinner is Song Aiyu's favorite dishes, and the maids at home are careful to serve her and dare not make mistakes in front of her. Everyone knows that Miss Aiyu has a big temper, and it is light for her to be scolded for doing something wrong.

The phone kept vibrating, and Song Aiyu stared at the number, her red lips pursed. Mu Yi kept calling her, she stared at her phone, looking hesitant.

What she said that day, was it too heavy? Song Aiyu put down her chopsticks irritably, looking displeased.

It's not interesting to eat alone, so she didn't eat much and left with chopsticks.

In front of the door of the study, Aunt Yan dutifully guarded. Song Aiyu glanced slightly, raised her feet and went back upstairs.

Back on the second floor, Song Aiyu came down the stairs at the back. Climb out of the window of the laundry room on the first floor and go around to the pine and cypress tree in the courtyard, which is the outer wall of the study.

When she was a child, Song Aiyu liked to play hide and seek, and she found this route by herself. When she grew up, she hadn't made such a fuss for a long time.

Tonight, my grandfather didn't let her get close, which inexplicably made her feel curious, and she easily came to the tall pine and cypress trees according to the route of her childhood.

When she was a child, she would always put bricks under her feet when she wanted to peek. But now that she was older, she only had to stand on tiptoe to see the light in the study.

However, Lin Qiang was also there tonight, but her grandfather didn't let her in? She pursed her lips and stood under the window with her shoulders hunched, pricking up her ears to hear her mother's voice.

Pushing open the door of the study, Song Qinghua saw Lin Qiang standing beside his father, and he understood most of it. She pursed her lips and stood in front of the desk, and said in a deep voice, "Dad, you called me something?" ”

"Humph!"

Song Rufeng slapped the table and threw the paternity test in his hand at her, "You still have the face to ask me?" ”

The appraisal books fell at his feet in a mess, Song Qinghua bent down to pick them up one by one, and said, "Lin Qiang told you everything." ”

After a pause, she hooked the corners of her mouth and looked at Lin Qiang with an angry gaze, "I should have known that my friends for more than twenty years will be unreliable, and no one can keep secrets for others forever." ”

"Tsinghua!" Lin Qiang frowned, her tone helpless, "We were all wrong back then, and we should correct it." ”

"Correction?" Song Qinghua raised his eyebrows, "How to correct it?" ”

"Bring my granddaughter back—" Song Rufeng spoke, a tone that could not be refused.

Outside the wall by the window in the study, Song Aiyu's pretty face instantly changed color. Does my grandfather know the truth?

The expression on Song Rufeng's face was complicated, "Qinghua, do you know who that kid is?" ”

Song Qinghua's red lips were pursed, and the hands hanging by his side continued to tighten. Song Rufeng glanced at Lin Qiang and motioned for her to take the information.

Lin Qiang opened the folder and walked in front of Song Qinghua, "Take a look." ”

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the photo in the information, and the corner of Song Qinghua's eyes suddenly sank. It's her? Mu Liang!

She remembered the name, and the first time she saw her, the appearance of this child sitting in front of the piano and playing inexplicably made her like it. It turned out to be her.

"This kid is destined to be destined for you." Lin Qiang smiled at the corner of her mouth and said: "The Mu family husband and wife have raised her very well over the years, although they later gave birth to a son, they have always regarded Mu Liang as their own. ”

Mu Liang?!

Song Aiyu's eyes were round, she could hardly believe the facts she had heard. The princess who was supposed to be pampered in the Song family turned out to be Mu Liang?

Huh——

Song Aiyu sneered, God really played a big joke with her!

After hesitating for a few seconds, Song Qinghua raised his hand to close the information folder, his face was grim, "Dad, my daughter is Song Aiyu." ”

"Bastard!"

Song Rufeng stood up, raised the cane in his hand and was about to hit him, but was stopped by Lin Qiang.

"Tsinghua, don't be so stubborn." Lin Qiang glared at her and said sharply, "You can't do that to your daughter!" ”

Song Ru's whole body trembled, he pointed to his daughter's nose and scolded: "Song Qinghua, as long as I am alive, it will not be your turn to call the shots in this family!" ”

Song Qinghua laughed mockingly, "Are you trying to force me to leave this house?" ”

"You-"

"Chairman!"

Seeing Song Rufeng covering his heart, Lin Qiang immediately took out the pill and gave it to him, and at the same time helped him into the sofa and sat down.

He leaned back against the sofa and said angrily: "You actually brought the children of the Sang family back to raise? For so many years, I have turned a blind eye to you taking care of the Sang family, as long as you are happy, I will follow you. But you actually changed your own children away, why don't you listen to me, I said back then, Sang Yu's heart is not right, why are you obsessed? ”

"Dad!"

Song Qinghua bit his lip, and the expression in his eyes gradually darkened, "I have heard your words once, but what kind of life am I living now?" The first half of my life has been ruined, do you want me to live the rest of my life without being a ghost or a ghost? ”

Hearing her words, Song Rufeng frowned, "But what's wrong with Mu Liang?" She is your flesh and blood, and she is also the flesh and blood of our Song family! ”

"She's right, then tell me, who's at fault?"

Song Qinghua's eyes gradually reddened, and he said in a trembling voice: "Is it your fault?" It was my fault? Or is it Jian Huaiyi's or Sang Yu's fault? Tell me, Dad, whose fault is it? ”

Song Rufeng sighed and said, "This child has no father since he was a child, which is pitiful enough." Tsinghua, my father feels so sorry for her, how can you ask me to explain to your mother, even if I die, I can't turn a blind eye! ”

Lin Qiang stood on the side, also gloomy. Hey, how is this account going to be calculated, and how is it going to be settled?

"No Daddy?"

Song Qinghua chuckled lowly, tears rolling out of the corners of his eyes. She raised her head, but she still couldn't hold back the hot tears, "Do you want me to tell her that she came to this world because her father raped her mother, so she will always be a demon in my heart, a nightmare that I can't get rid of?!" ”

"Tsinghua!"

Song Rufeng stood up with a sigh, "What happened back then, maybe it wasn't all Huaiyi's fault!" ”

"You are not allowed to speak for him!" Song Qinghua was stunned instantly.

Walking in front of his daughter, Song Rufeng choked up and said: "If you want to hate or resent, remember it all on your father, don't hate your child!" ”

He stretched out his hand to hold his daughter in his arms, and said distressedly: "Qinghua, the matter between you and Huai Yi is something that your father didn't handle well. If you want to blame, you blame Dad, it's all Dad's fault! ”

Song Qinghua burst into tears, she raised her hand to caress her father's whitened temples, and choked up: "Dad, I really hated you before!" But you're my dad after all. ”

Hearing this, both father and daughter were sad.

Song Qinghua raised his hand to wipe away his tears and said in a deep voice: "Dad, I can't see her, otherwise I will die!" ”

As the words fell, she opened the door to the study and turned to walk away.

"Tsinghua—"

Song Rufeng called her with a calm face, but was stopped by Lin Qiang, "Chairman, you give Tsinghua a period of time first and let her think about it." ”

Half-ringing, Song Rufeng nodded in frustration. Yes, this matter is too sudden, and it involves the fate of the two children, there are many things that he has to think about.

The quarrel in the study disappeared, and Song Aiyu followed the route she came out and went back as fast as she could. The words she heard tonight shocked her immensely.

It turned out that her mother was raped by Jian Huaiyi, so she gave birth to Mu Liang. No wonder her mother doesn't want her, she wants to replace her from birth, there is such an ugly truth hidden in the middle!

The clenched heart was loosened again. Song Aiyu forced herself to calm down and not to panic. Since my grandfather knows the Tao, according to my grandfather's character, he will naturally be partial to Mu Liang.

Grandpa wants her mother to bring Mu Liang back, so what should she do?

No!

The look in the corner of Song Aiyu's eyes was gloomy, and she couldn't help but shrink when she looked at her miserable white face in the mirror. Everything in this family belongs to her, and she won't give it to anyone!

Walking quickly back to the room, Song Qinghua reached out and closed the door, leaning his back against the door panel and gasping for breath. She walked over to the bed and sat down, her hands and feet still stiff.

Suddenly, Song Qinghua opened the drawer of the dressing mirror. There was a combination lock drawer at the bottom, and she opened the lock and took out the box inside.

A small pink gown, spread out only the size of an adult's palms. Song Qinghua held it in his hand, staring at the not-so-fine formation sewn on it, and his eyes fell silent.

What is she? Mu Liang.

The picture of that year resurfaced in front of her eyes, and Song Qinghua still remembered the feeling of holding the child in her arms for the first time. Small, soft, fragrant.

Her black and thick fetal hair, her red and twitchy little face, and her small sharp chin, the little face in her memory always stayed at that moment, as if time had also stopped and never flowed.

Song Qinghua lowered his face, the tip of his nose rubbed lightly against the clothes in his hand, and the tip of his heart suddenly rolled. It's been so long, and the smell of milk still lingers.

She pursed her lips and smiled wryly. Whether this taste can be preserved for so long, or whether this taste has long been deeply imprinted in her heart.

When Song Rufeng came to the restaurant early in the morning, the maid had already prepared breakfast.

"Grandpa morning." Song Aiyu sat in the chair and greeted him as usual.

"Early."

Song Rufeng sat down, glanced at the empty chair opposite, and asked, "What about Tsinghua?" ”

"Mom had a headache last night and only fell asleep in the morning." Song Aiyu pursed her lips and said, "I just went to the room to see her, and I didn't come down until she fell asleep after taking medicine." ”

Song Rufeng sighed softly, not wanting to show abnormality in front of Song Aiyu.

"Grandpa," Song Aiyu raised the half-folded colored paper in her hand and asked, "Why can't I fold the paper frog you taught me to fold when I was a child?" ”

Song Rufeng glanced at it and took it with a smile, "You have two wrong steps." ”

"Huh?" Song Aiyu came to his side and looked at it seriously.

Song Rufeng quickly corrected the wrong place and folded the frogs in a few clicks.

"Ha Luha, it's still grandpa!"

Song Aiyu placed the paper frog on the table, gently clasped the frog's forehead with her fingers, pressed it hard and then released, and the frog would jump forward.

"Grandpa, when I was a child, no one played with me, only you hugged me every day to coax me," Song Aiyu took his arm and said with a smile: "Mom said that I should be filial to my grandfather when I grow up." ”

Hearing her words, the expression in Song Rufeng's eyes moved, and his palm fell on the top of her head. This child was raised by him with his own hands, and he was also reluctant to give up the affection of his grandparents for more than 20 years.

"Aiyu," Song Rufeng raised his eyebrows, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was gentle, "Grandpa knows that you are filial, and grandpa also loves you." ”

"Hmm."

Song Aiyu nodded lightly and said with a smile: "Aiyu loves her mother and grandfather the most, and I am happy to have you by my side." ”

"Good!"

Gently taking her into his arms, Song Rufeng was completely with a loving heart. It's just that now in this love, he wants to give half of it to Mu Liang's poor child.

Hey, the palms and backs of the hands are full of meat, and Song Rufeng's heart is sour.

Song Aiyu heard her grandfather's sighing voice, and her dark eyes couldn't help but move. She knew that her grandfather had loved her since she was a child, but now that they know Mu Liang's true life experience, how long can this love for her last? !

If, one day, her place will be replaced by Mu Liang. Then, she has to strike first!

……

The days of the New Year are numbered. When Fu Dongting had breakfast in the morning, he told You Chuxiu to be simpler this year, not to invite too many guests over, he wanted to be cleaner.

You Chuxiu naturally understood, but when she counted the heads last night, even if it had been streamlined, it would be nearly a hundred.

"Liangliang," Fu Dongting smiled at the corner of his mouth and asked, "Are you homesick?" ”

Mu Liang was suddenly called by his name, and he was a little stunned. It was Fu Jinchen who pursed his lips and replied in her place, "She has told me many times, and she is annoyed to nag." ”

"Where do I have?" Being said by him in public, Mu Liang felt embarrassed.

Fu Jinchen glared, thinking to himself if this girl knew what it meant to be a husband and a woman, he pursed his thin lips, "You dare to say that you haven't?" ”

At this time, Mu Liang wanted to answer no, he would definitely be strangled to death by Fu Jinchen. But if she followed him to answer, it would be too shameless! Therefore, she could only bow her head and not answer.

It is also fun for young couples to quarrel and quarrel, but Fu Dongting doesn't mind. He stared at Mu Liang and said, "You left home for the first year of this year, and I want to come to my in-laws' house to miss you." In this way, you go back to observe the New Year on Chinese New Year's Eve, and come back on the morning of the first day of the new year. ”

"Huh?"

Mu Liang's eyes widened, and he couldn't believe it, "Dad, do you say it again?" ”

"What, don't want to go back?" Fu Dongting laughed and teased her.

"No, no, no!"

Mu Liang hurriedly waved his hand, and because he was emotional, he stood up with a sigh, "I want to go back!" ”

"Excited about what?" Fu Jinchen pursed his lips and stretched out his hand to pull her to sit down. He raised his eyebrows, stared at his father and asked, "Dad, are you really letting us go back?" ”

"Well," Fu Dongting nodded, and said in a deep voice: "We have a lot of family, and you two don't seem lonely." It is also difficult for married daughters to have such a day to reunite with their parents. However, you must come back on the morning of the first day of the new year, do you know the way? ”

"We must go home on time," Mu Liang almost screamed excitedly, "Xie Lu Xie Dad." ”

Fu Dongting hooked his lips and smiled lightly, he always cared more about Mu Liang's daughter-in-law.

Fu Zheng ate quietly, his restrained eyes quietly raised, sliding over the bright smile on the corner of Mu Liang's mouth, and the look in his eyes couldn't help but sink.

Since Mu Liang entered the door, the privileges he has obtained in this family are countless. It's good now, I even let her go back to her parents' house for the New Year. Yao Qinqi's face was gloomy, and although Cao Wanxin was not as obvious as she did, her brows were also frowned.

After breakfast, Mu Liang hurriedly held his mobile phone to report the good news to his family. Cai Yongfen knew that they were going back for the Chinese New Year's Eve, happily closed her mouth, put down the phone, and she immediately pulled Mu Zhannian to the supermarket to buy things.

During this year's Spring Festival, the daughter and son-in-law are also coming back, and the Mu family will definitely have a lively time.

Fu Jinchen stood in front of the car, staring at the corners of Mu Liang's curved mouth, pouting helplessly. I can go home the day after tomorrow, is there anything I can't say in person, I have to hold my mobile phone and talk non-stop?

The sky was overcast, and the fog from last night had not yet cleared.

Fu Jinchen's eyes were staring at somewhere, and his deep eyes narrowed. It's going to be the New Year again, and it's going to be that day that he doesn't want to think about anymore.

He lowered his eyes, his thin lips pursed into a straight line.