Song Zhiwei put things back in place, locked the door, and slept on the sofa in the living room for the night.

She was going to be selfish one last time, pretending not to know, to see if Qi Su could help her find out the truth of the year.

The next day, after waiting for Qi Su to leave, she drove alone to Beigang Cemetery, where her mother had been sleeping for four months.

Six years of death and four months of burial, it sounds outrageous, but the reality is that it happened.

Jiang Lin's viciousness surpassed all the normal people in Song Zhiwei's cognition, so much so that she sometimes thought that maybe she and the domestic violence man Wang Qiang were a natural pair.

Song Zhiwei put the rose in her hand in front of the tomb, and tears flowed down instantly.

"Mom, I came to see you, and I know you don't like daisies and lilies, so I brought you roses." Song Zhiwei wiped a handful of tears, "You always said that I should not worry, take care of myself, I am very well-behaved, and I have grown up safely, I have been thinking about you every day for the past six years, in fact, I don't regret bringing you to Nancheng, I just regret that I didn't see their true colors earlier." Maybe our mother and daughter are born with no fate in marriage, I'm in a mess now, I don't know what to do, do you think I should keep this child or get rid of it. ”

The wind blew, and the straps of the rose bouquet suddenly spread out.

Song Zhiwei was stunned for half a second, and said with a smile: "Okay, I know that you don't like to listen to it, don't talk about these bad things, let me tell you, that scumbag who has been bullying us has been imprisoned, and it is estimated that he will not be able to get out for half his life." I also broke off the relationship with the Song family, and from now on, I will only have myself, but you don't have to worry, I can take good care of myself now. ”

"And your favorite sweet and sour pork ribs and stewed three fresh, if you can't eat it, I'll eat it for you."

In the past few months, every time she is in a bad mood or free, she will come to her mother's grave to sit for a while, as if this will make her clear.

She has no relatives in the world, and no one can respond to her.

She spoke again, and as she left the cemetery, her cell phone rang at an inopportune time.

It turned out to be Song Wangjin.

Song Zhiwei said coldly: "What's the matter?" ”

Song Wangjin was silent for two seconds, "Where are you, today is Xiaotan's birthday, can you come here?" ”

It's quite strange to say, Song Tan just likes to stick to her for some reason, since she was a child, she doesn't know if this is a fledgling plot.

She pondered for a while, probably because of a lack of love.

Because Song Tan has been raised at home, her mother said that she loved her, but as a result, all her affairs were thrown to the nanny, and her brother had no topic, only Song Zhiwei, a peer who could speak.

However, she has always been grateful for this important thing that was just said that day, so she said: "If you really invite me, you should say in advance that I have urgent matters now, and I can't accompany them." ”

She is justified, because she has nothing to do with the Song family, even if she goes, she is still a guest.

"She didn't say we thought she didn't care, but she was clearly looking for someone when we set up the venue today." Song Wangjin lowered his voice and continued, "I know I'm looking for you, because Qi Er is here. ”

She was not surprised that Qi Su went to celebrate her birthday, but what surprised her was how Song Tan was sure that Qi Su would be there for her.

Song Zhiwei exhaled a long breath and said calmly: "Isn't it enough for him to go?" ”

Song Wangjin said: "Count me begging you, Xiaotan said that you have been chatting very well recently, but she didn't dare to speak." ”

Song Zhiwei originally wanted to continue refusing, but she remembered the photo on the tombstone.

It was taken by Song Tan, when it was rare for her mother to laugh.

When she was there, she liked Song Tan very much, and thought she was innocent and cute, beautiful and simple, which was what Song Zhiwei could have become.

"Send an address, I'll go over now."

Half an hour later, Song Zhiwei came to the private club in the east of the city, and she recognized it as the Song family's property.

It is estimated that it is a chartered venue, and all the people who come and go are the elders and children of the Song family, as well as a few students, which is not lively.

She didn't change her clothes, and she was dressed in black and white that didn't fit in with the bright decoration.

"Sister!" As soon as he entered, before he had time to look around, he heard Song Tan's voice.

Song Tan still had bruises on her body from falling downstairs last time, and when she ran over, Song Zhiwei was frightened, for fear that she would bump into it again.

Behind her, Qi Su leaned against the railing.

The two met their eyes unexpectedly in the crowd of people.

For a moment, Song Zhiwei felt that the air had stopped flowing, and his deep eyes were not shocked, as if he wanted to say something.

But it was too late, she was knocked down by Song Tan, and the girl said happily: "I know that you like gardenias, I asked them to arrange them specially for it." ”

Song Zhiwei looked up consciously, and the person on the railing was gone.