The Song villa halfway up the mountainside is surrounded by mountains and rivers. Mu Liang packed his suitcase, raised his head slightly, and happened to see the sunset falling outside the window. The crimson color of Tu is dyed all over the sky.

The scenery outside was too beautiful, Mu Liang put down the things in his hand, pushed open the glass door of the floor-to-ceiling window, and walked directly to the railing. She faced the sunset in the distance, and her plain white sweater was wrapped in the brilliant colors, blending a touch of beauty.

Song Qinghua stood outside the open door, looking fixedly at the woman standing on the balcony, with her arms outstretched and her head raised to be surrounded by the sunset, her eyes slowly rippling.

Mu Liang was wearing a white sweater, jeans, and simply combed his long hair into a ponytail. At this time, she is like Song Qinghua thirty years ago, and she was so simple at that time.

Unfortunately, time is gone. No matter how beautiful the years are, they will eventually disappear in the years.

"Miss Mu."

Aunt Yan stood outside the door, and Mu Liang came back to her senses and listened to her: "Dinner is ready." ”

"Okay." Mu Liang nodded, quickly packed up the rest of the things, and turned around and went downstairs.

On the round table in the restaurant, a variety of dishes are neatly arranged. Song Aiyu pursed her lips and sat in the chair, saw Mu Liang coming over, glanced at the servant, and snorted softly: "Give up your seat to the guest." ”

The maid pulled out a chair, Mu Liang smiled, and did not embarrass the maid. She gently pushed the chair in, and then pulled the chair across from Song Aiyu and sat down.

Seeing her movements, Song Aiyu's face sank instantly.

"Ma'am." The servants called lightly, and Song Aiyu had to put away the anger in her heart.

"Mom!"

Song Aiyu stood up and sat beside her with Song Qinghua in her arms.

Song Qinghua glanced at the food and said in a deep voice, "Let's start eating." ”

There was suddenly one more person in the family, and everyone seemed to be a little unaccustomed. Mu Liang glanced at the food, looked at Song Aiyu's smug face, and couldn't help laughing: "Why is it so spicy?" ”

"My mom and I both love spicy food." Song Aiyu smiled and picked up vegetables for Song Qinghua, and answered calmly.

Mu Liang raised his eyebrows, and said with a normal expression: "I like to talk about some dishes." ”

"I don't like it!" Song Aiyu threw away the chopsticks with a 'snap'.

"Aiyu!"

Song Qinghua frowned slightly, and looked up at the servant, "Did you all hear that?" ”

"Yes, ma'am." Aunt Yan responded.

Song Aiyu puffed out her cheeks, and the anger in her heart rose again. It's really hateful, since she stepped into this house, her mother has let her twice!

Changing places to eat, Mu Liang is not used to it, let alone changing to the Song family. However, thinking about her purpose, Mu Liang could only endure it, especially when the food was not to her liking, she quickly put down her chopsticks and went upstairs to leave.

During the dinner, she didn't say anything more.

"Mom, you see how rude she is." Song Aiyu stared at Mu Liang's back as he left the table, and said hatefully.

Raising his hand to put a piece of roast goose into her bowl, Song Qinghua smiled: "You love to eat this, eat more." ”

Song Aiyu stared at the dishes in the bowl, caught a glimpse of Song Qinghua's indifferent expression, and closed her mouth sullenly. She bit her lip and poked the rice in the bowl with her chopsticks, completely losing her appetite.

After taking a shower, before his hair was dried, Mu Liang heard a sound of the door closing. She hooked her lips, and a fierce color flashed in the corners of her eyes. Song Aiyu, do you feel angry like this?

Picked up the remote control and turned on the TV, Mu Liang wiped his long hair with a dry towel and sat at the foot of the bed. This bedroom was lived in by Song Rufeng before his death, and the furniture style was antique, but it happened that Mu Liang liked this kind of old object, and he didn't feel dull at all.

In this bedroom, you can feel the breath of grandpa everywhere. Mu Liang's frowning brows soothed, she liked it very much, especially in this bedroom, she seemed to feel that her grandfather had not left, and he was still by her side and loved her.

"Grandpa—"

Mu Liang muttered, and there happened to be a knock outside the door, "Please come in." ”

Aunt Yan pushed open the door and came in, her expression gentle, "Miss Mu, do you need anything else?" ”

"Nothing." Mu Liang put down the towel in his hand and said with a smile: "Thank you, Aunt Yan." ”

Hurriedly waved her hand, Aunt Yan caught a glimpse of Mu Liang holding her long hair to one side, and couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "When you and your wife were young, they were really alike!" ”

Hearing her words, Mu Liang's face sank, "Have you been in the Song family for a long time?" ”

"More than forty years." Aunt Yan sighed and said, "When my wife was young, I was in this family. ”

After a pause, she subconsciously glanced at Xiang Nan's room, "Miss Aiyu has a bad temper, don't worry about her." ”

Mu Liang pursed his lips and smiled, but did not answer.

"Miss Mu, all the things here are the things of the old man when he was alive, and the wife has not moved people all these years. If you can't find what you're looking for, just ask me. "Aunt Yan is an old man in the Song family and has taken care of Song Qinghua since she was a child.

Mu Liang thanked her, and her attitude towards people has always been very humble.

Although she had only seen Mu Liang for a long time, Aunt Yan liked her very much. Compared with Song Aiyu's personality, her character is completely one day and one place, and anyone can see it.

"Actually, you are the young lady of this family, and you deserve to live here." Aunt Yan put away Mu Liang's changed clothes and planned to send them to the laundry room.

"Aunt Yan!"

Mu Liangxiu's eyebrows were frivolous, and his voice suddenly became cold, "My surname is Mu." ”

Hearing this, the smile on the corner of Aunt Yan's mouth froze.

"I'll wash my clothes myself." Mu Liang stood up and took his clothes back. Aunt Yan seemed to realize that she was talkative, and she couldn't help but look a little embarrassed. Fortunately, Mu Liang is gentle and will not speak seriously to her, just stop at the point.

Outside the bedroom, Song Qinghua was holding a fruit bowl in his hand, stunned. Soon, Aunt Yan lowered her head and came out and happened to bump into her.

"Ma'am?"

Song Qinghua pursed his lips, handed her the fruit plate in his hand, and said, "You can send it in." ”

As the words fell, she turned and went back to the next bedroom.

When he returned to the bathroom to dry his hair, Mu Liang washed the clothes he had changed again. In the past, Cai Yongfen served their sister and brother at home, except for studying and playing the piano, her mother didn't let her do any work. Later, during the five years when he took Guoguo to live in Jingcheng, Mu Liang slowly learned housework and slowly realized his mother's hard work.

After washing the clothes, Mu Liang watched the TV show for a while and felt that it was not interesting. She glanced at the time and figured that her son should be taking a shower.

Picking up his mobile phone, Mu Liang pushed open the door of the floor-to-ceiling balcony again and walked to the railing. At this time, the sight in the distance is completely shrouded in darkness, and although the landscape lights inside and outside the villa are bright, they are still not visible in the distance.

But fortunately, the moonlight was bright tonight, Mu Liang raised his head, stared at the stars in the night sky, and his mood calmed down little by little. Across a hill, she could see the winding mountains in the distance.

Standing here during the day, Mu Liang had already seen that there was a mansion on the top of the undulating hill opposite. Even if she didn't have to ask, she knew that it was the Fu family's mansion, after all, she had lived in it for a long time, and she was very familiar.

It turned out that standing in the villa of the Song family, he could see the mansion of the Fu family from afar. Mu Liang had to sigh, his grandfather was also very good at choosing places, and he chose good places.

There was some noise on the balcony next door, Mu Liang retracted his gaze from afar, and suddenly saw Song Qinghua walking to the balcony in pajamas.

The two balconies are next to each other, and if Mu Liang stretches out his hand, he can touch the railing of the balcony over there.

"You ......" Song Qinghua was surprised.

Mu Liang's delicate brows tightened, and the phone in his hand vibrate. Seeing the caller number, she left and turned around and connected the phone, "Guoguo." ”

As her words spoke, the balcony door shut.

Song Qinghua's eyes moved, and the five fingers holding the railing tightened.

"Mom!" Mu Guoguo took a bath, lay comfortably in the quilt and called Mu Liang.

Listening to his son's soft voice, Mu Liang's heart was hot, "What is Guoguo doing?" ”

"I'm calling my mother," Mu Guoguo lay on the bed, her little face flushed. Fu Jinchen cleaned up the bathroom and hurriedly pushed the door in.

"Mom, why are you coming home?" Mu Guoguo pursed her mouth.

Mu Liang sighed and said, "Guoguo, Mom has something to do these days, how are you and Dad at home?" ”

"Hmm." Mu Guoguo nodded, "Guoguo will be obedient." ”

Holding the mobile phone, Mu Guoguo climbed into Fu Jinchen's arms, leaned on his arms, and said in a sullen tone, "But Mom, what should Guoguo do if you miss you so much?" ”

His son's words only made Mu conscience sour. She bit her lip and coaxed him: "Baby, mom will come home with you soon." ”

After a pause, Mu Liang said softly: "Mom will send you to kindergarten tomorrow morning." ”

"Okay." Mu Guoguo laughed out loud at this time.

Fu Jinchen lowered his head and kissed his son's face, and reached out to answer the phone, "Liangliang, it's me." ”

"Hmm." Mu Liang sniffed, his eyes reddened, "I know it's you." ”

Fu Jinchen pursed his lips, thinking to himself how she saw it over the phone?

"Your breath is different from Guoguo's." Mu Liang broke his doubts.

This time Fu Jinchen smiled with satisfaction, he pulled the quilt over his son and covered it, and walked outside the bedroom with his mobile phone, "Do you miss me?" ”

Sweat!

Mu Liang was really speechless, could he ask something else? Why is this problem every time?!

"Speak!" After waiting for a long time without moving, Fu Jinchen became impatient.

Mu Liang came back to his senses and said helplessly: "Yes." ”

Hearing this, the corners of Fu Jinchen's tense mouth suddenly rose. In fact, he also feels that he is quite naïve, he has long passed the age of onions, and men in their thirties are still jealous like young men in their twenties, isn't it boring?

"Is my son asleep?"

Fu Jinchen opened the door through a crack, caught a glimpse of Mu Guoguo, who had already fallen asleep, and said softly: "Sleep." ”

The night outside the window was quiet, Mu Liang leaned his back against the head of the bed, holding his mobile phone to chat, and the curvature of the corners of his mouth kept rising. After a long time, she made a decisive phone call and lay down under the quilt with a frown.

It was the first night she left her son and him since reconciliation. Mu Liang tossed and turned for a long time before he realized that he was not sleepy at all.

Syllable!

Turning on the bedside lamp again, Mu Liang pouted and went to the ground, originally planning to pour a cup of hot milk to drink, but she remembered that this was the Song family, and gave up this idea.

Since I couldn't sleep, I had to find something to do. Mu Liang opened the cabinets one by one and found a lot of his grandfather's old clothes, as well as books, and a set of gadgets for making pianos. The set of tools was housed in a hollow box carved out of rosewood, and it was very delicate and small.

Mu Liang liked it very much, and especially placed it at the head of the bed to admire. In the bottom drawer of the cabinet, there was a yellowed photo album, and she seemed to have found something new, and immediately pulled it out.

"Albums." Mu Liang chuckled and immediately returned to bed with the album.

Turning the first page of the album, Mu Liang's eyes instantly turned red. Although no one told her, she knew that the yellowed curly photo must be a photo of her grandfather and grandmother when they were young.

The photo is still old black and white, my grandfather is wearing a handsome Zhongshan suit, and my grandmother is wearing a cheongsam with her long hair in her long hair. The two of them stood side by side, the smile on their lips was so similar.

This is the first time Mu Liang has seen his grandfather when he was young, her fingertips fell on the photo and caressed, and the taste in her heart was complicated. Looking further back, the photos are still black and white, a beautiful girl, from the full moon photo of her birth, all the way to her adult photo, almost every period of the photo has been preserved.

Mu Liang distinguished the person in the photo and saw that it was Song Qinghua. Her facial features are exquisite, and since the first photo of her birth, you can almost see her moving appearance when she grows up.

Sighing softly, Mu Liang looked up at his face in the mirror, his eyes suddenly darkened. Although she didn't want to admit it, her facial features and appearance inherited Song Qinghua's beauty in many places.

The following photographs have been colored one after another until they are clear. The corners of Mu Liang's raised mouth sank, because these photos were all photos of Song Aiyu and her grandfather, and they also recorded her growth history.

If you say not to be jealous, it is false. After all, Song Aiyu took the position that should have belonged to her and enjoyed all the privileges that should have belonged to her.

But Mu Liang has also asked himself countless times, if she and Song Aiyu had not been swapped back then, then she would be the one who grew up in the Song family today. But so what?

If this is the case, he will miss such a good parent, and Mu Liang is willing to be replaced. Superior material conditions are certainly tempting, but if she wants to exchange her joy and happiness for more than 20 years, she will never agree.

There are some things in this world that cannot be changed. Such as love, such as family affection, and such as happiness.

Mu Liang chuckled, and the look on the corners of his eyes and eyebrows was calm. If she was really born in the Song family since she was a child, how much happier could she be than Song Aiyu? Maybe follow the same path as her!

The last page of the album has a mezzanine, Mu Liang saw it, reached out and flipped through it, but he didn't expect to see a photo sandwiched inside.

This photo is also a few years old, and the border of the photo has been yellowed, but it is very flat, and it can be seen that it has been carefully preserved. Mu Liang held the photo under the lamp and looked at the three people in the photo with a slightly surprised expression.

Sitting at the front was Song Rufeng, Song Qinghua on his right, and the man on his left, Mu Liang didn't know.

Mu Liang pursed his lips and looked at it carefully. She searched everyone she had met, but was sure she hadn't seen the man. Song Qinghua in the photo should be eighteen or nineteen years old, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and his long hair hanging straight down his waist. The man stood beside her, with no smile on his handsome face, and he looked cool.

Suddenly, Mu Hao seemed to think of something, and his dark eyes narrowed. For a long time, there were many rumors about Song Qinghua's husband in the outside world. When they were in college, Qiao Di loved to gossip, but at that time the object of their ridicule was Song Aiyu. So Mu Liang would also hear some discussions behind her back, but when she thought about it at this time, she had a desolate feeling in her heart.

Everyone outside knows that not long after Song Qinghua got married, her husband died. So much so that she lost her husband at an early age, and her personality was withdrawn, cold and arrogant, and uncertain.

Could this man be Jian Huaiyi?

Lin Qiang didn't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, and she would also knock on the side to reveal something to Mu Liang. So she knows the name.

At this time, Mu Liang looked at the man in the photo and couldn't help but wonder. If this man is Jian Huaiyi, Song Qinghua's husband, isn't it hers......

Taking a deep breath, Mu Liang clenched the five fingers holding the photo. Moments later, she closed the album and put it back in its place. But she didn't put the photo back.

The next morning, Mu Liang opened his eyes, and it was already bright outside the window. She recognized the bed, and this time she changed places, and she had insomnia all night.

Just after washing, Aunt Yan knocked on the door and came in to help clean up.

"I've got it all packed." Mu Liang took out his coat and prepared to go out.

Aunt Yan shook her head and said, "Miss Mu, these things should be done by us." ”

"It's okay." Mu Liang was not used to being served, she was about to leave with her bag, but when she thought of something, she turned around and came back, "Aunt Yan, I want to ask you something." ”

"You say." Aunt Yan smiled.

Mu Liang glanced out of the door, closed the door before taking out the photo from last night, she pointed to the man in the photo and asked, "Who is this man?" ”

Aunt Yan was dazzled when she was old, she put on reading glasses and took the photo, "It's Huaiyi, that is, you ......" She said later, after seeing Mu Liang's gloomy eyes, she closed her mouth knowingly.

Aunt Yan returned the photo to her.

Seeing her expression, Mu Liang had already determined something. She put the photo away, thought for a moment and asked, "Can you tell me where his grave is?" ”

"Cemetery?" Aunt Yan's face was a little abnormal. She bit her lip and stretched out her hand to pull Mu Liang, "Miss Mu, this matter is only known to me, when the old man was alive before, I would never dare to say it to others." ”

"What's the matter?" Mu Liang asked in surprise.

Aunt Yan sighed and said, "There is nothing in my uncle's cemetery, in fact, it is pretending to deceive his wife." ”

Mu Liang's heart was horrified.

Aunt Yan lowered her eyes and said in a low voice, "I don't know exactly what's going on, but the matter of the cemetery back then, the master handed it over to me." The cemetery was empty, and there were no ashes at all. At that time, my wife had to die and live every day, and the master had no choice but to lie to her like this. ”

Empty!

Mu Liang's head was dazed, and it took him a long time to come to his senses. What does it mean if the cemetery is empty? suddenly remembered the last time Lin Qiang asked her, do you want to know the story of Jian Huaiyi and Song Qinghua. At that time, she flatly refused, but at this time she regretted it a little.

Going downstairs with his heart in mind, when Mu Liang passed by the restaurant with his bag, he saw Song Qinghua sitting in a chair, drinking coffee and reading the morning newspaper. She raised her eyebrows and looked over, but when she saw Mu Liang change his shoes and go out, she didn't ask much.

When Song Aiyu went downstairs, the maid had already prepared breakfast.

"Ouch, someone is lazier than me!" Song Aiyu pulled out a chair and sat down, opening her mouth without yin or yang.

Song Qinghua took a sip of milk, picked up a napkin and wiped her mouth, "She's already out." ”

Looking at the back of Song Qinghua turning to go upstairs, Song Aiyu pouted, picked up the knife and fork, and lowered her head to eat.

Driving to the kindergarten, Mu Liang came to see off his son this morning according to his promise last night. But I didn't see her all night, Mu Guoguo saw Mu Guo in the morning, and immediately hugged her neck and cried.

Because of his son's tears, Mu Liang's mood was even lower. Fu Jinchen looked wrong at her, but after asking several times, Mu Liang didn't tell him the reason.

Sending his son to kindergarten, Mu Liang drove back to the Song Group alone. The whole morning's work was much heavier than it had been some time ago. Lin Qiang was injured and hospitalized, and all the things under her were transferred to Mu Liang's side.

Song Qinghua left home and did not go to the company immediately. She first asked the driver to drive the car to the hospital, put on the antibacterial suit, and then went into the intensive care unit.

"Qiang."

Song Qinghua pulled out a chair and sat down, opened the cup he brought, and immediately had a pungent aroma of coffee. She smiled, pulled Lin Qiang's hand and rubbed it gently, "Do you smell it, this is what I queued up to buy in the morning, do you want to drink it?" ”

The one on the hospital bed was wearing an oxygen mask and his face was pale. Song Qinghua looked at her forehead wrapped in gauze, and her eyes suddenly reddened, "Qiang, you have to wake up quickly, Dad's museum is about to open, and you have to cut the ribbon with me." And you promised me that you would stay with me for the New Year, and you must not lie to me! ”

The monitoring device ticks, but the person in the bed does not respond. Song Qinghua bit his lip and parted his face, and his face with delicate makeup was gloomy. In the depths of her heart, Lin Qiang is like a relative, and now she is really sad to see her friend like this!

Now that the company's affairs have Mu Liang, Song Qinghua is more at ease. She stayed in the hospital all morning to accompany Lin Qiang, talking to her more according to the doctor's instructions, hoping to see her awake as soon as possible.

It is a slum in the south of the city, and the environment is noisy. This area is an industrial area, surrounded by many factories, and the population living around is relatively complex, with all kinds of residents.

Buying something in the evening before the vegetable vendor closes will undoubtedly make it cheaper. Sang Hui was carrying a vegetable basket, the cotton clothes on her body were already worn white, she wiped her sweat as she walked, because she wanted to save a few dollars, she especially went to the vegetable field far away.

The neighbors around him had already started the fire to cook, and Sang Hui carried the basket and walked briskly to the house. She had just reached the second floor when she heard a crackling sound upstairs.

Walking quickly to the door with a vegetable basket, Sang Hui saw the security door open. She opened the door and went in, but before the person could stand firmly, she was dragged by the man head-on, "Where's the money!" ”

Sang Hui's steps were unsteady, and the whole person almost fell. She was able to stand firm with one hand on the wall: "There is no money." ”

"No money?" When the man heard that he had no money, his attitude immediately became more fierce. He raised his hand and pointed at Sang Hui's nose and scolded, "You're lying to Lao Tzu again, aren't you?" Didn't you see that dead girl last time and she didn't give you any money? ”

"You took all the money." Sang Hui lowered her face and said, "Aiyu is not a dead girl. ”

"Humph!"

The man glared and scolded, "Why isn't it a dead girl?" You really think she is the princess of the Song family, isn't she just an impostor! ”

After a pause, he hooked his lips and smiled suspiciously: "This impostor is still a bad seed!" You say, what would happen if that rich woman Song Qinghua knew that you lied to her? ”

"Don't talk nonsense!"

"Don't give Lao Tzu money, believe it or not, Lao Tzu went to Song Qinghua to ask for it, and by the way, talk to her about that little evil seed!"

"You-"

Sang Hui's face changed drastically, she raised her hand tremblingly, unbuttoned her coat, and took out some money from her inner pocket.

"Look, I knew you still had money!"

The man snatched the banknote from Sang Hui's hand and didn't leave her a penny. He patted Sang Hui's shoulder with satisfaction and said, "Don't worry, I won't be so stupid to find Song Qinghua." Let's point to her cash cow! ”

The man next to him didn't turn his head and left, Sang Hui's strong breath was released, and the whole person stood firmly against the foot of the wall, and it took a long time to come back to his senses. When will this kind of day be a head?

Buckle buckle buckle -

The door rang, and Sang Hui opened it suddenly, "I have no money, do you want to force me to death?" ”

The woman outside the door was frightened.

The woman opposite was wearing sunglasses, Sang Hui frowned, and hurriedly asked, "Who are you looking for?" ”

"Sister Hui!"

The woman took off her sunglasses, and her tone was a little surprised, "I really didn't expect that you didn't move." ”

Listening to the voice that was obviously familiar, Sang Hui raised her eyebrows and looked closely, and surprise gradually flashed in her eyes, "Xiao Ya? ”

"Yes, it's me!"

The old man who reunited after a long absence, Sang Hui was inevitably a little happy, "Why are you back?" ”

Xiao Ya looked excited, looked over Sang Hui's shoulder, and asked urgently, "Sister Hui, where is my daughter?!" ”

Hearing this, Sang Hui's face turned pale instantly.

On the way home from work, Mu Liang was already halfway through the drive before he realized that he had taken the wrong road. She is going back to the Song family now, not her own home, which is really unaccustomed.

Tonight's menu is clearly divided into two parts. Some of the dishes have a light taste, while others are still spicy.

Mu Liang didn't have much appetite, ate a few bites hastily, and got up and went back to the bedroom under Song Aiyu's jealous gaze. When she went upstairs, she passed by Song Aiyu's room and couldn't help standing.

Her room is usually closed, and even when she's not at home, she locks it. Mu Liang frowned slightly, in this way, it was not easy to enter her room.

He didn't dare to stay outside the room for too long, Mu Liang was afraid of attracting Song Aiyu's attention. Turning back to his room, Mu Liang hugged the pillow and was thinking about the day's events.

Aunt Yan's words set off a lot of fluctuations in her heart. Mu Liang pondered for a day, and always felt uneasy.

The mobile phone rang, Mu Liang saw the number, and answered with a smile, "Hey? ”

"What are you doing?" The man's voice was deep and magnetic.

Mu Liang held his mobile phone, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, "I just finished eating, and I was in a daze." ”

"Oh." Fu Jinchen chuckled, raised his eyebrows and stared at the brightly lit bedroom opposite, and said, "Come out." ”

Mu Liang was surprised, "Where to go?" ”

"I'm outside."

Mu Liang was stunned, got up and walked to the window, and sure enough, Fu Jinchen was wearing a black coat and leaning sideways in front of the car. She hung up the phone with joy, picked up her coat casually, and ran downstairs with a cigarette.