Song Xiaoxiao looked at the place where he would live in the future, although it was small but full of warmth, in the city, ordinary people can have such an environment, they are already very happy.

Song Sheng didn't enter the door, told Song Xiaoxiao to rest well, and call him at any time if he needed anything, and then left, Song Xiaoxiao looked at the back of Song Sheng leaving, and her heart was entangled.

From the bottom of his heart, Song Xiaoxiao is sympathetic to Song Sheng, his infatuation is meticulous, and he also has a handsome face that turns all beings upside down, Song Xiaoxiao knows that if there is no her, there will be many girls who have a crush on Song Sheng, just looking at Song Sheng's infatuation with Song Xiaoxiao, Song Xiaoxiao can't bear to refuse him, after all, the current body is Song Xiaoxiao, and she survived the magpie's nest.

So fundamentally speaking, she owes Song Xiaoxiao a love that cannot be repaid, and she can only make up for it through Lin Jiahui and Song Sheng.

Song Xiaoxiao turned the air conditioner to 28 degrees, changed into a thin coat, leaned back on the sofa in the living room, and squinted.

It's like emptying himself, even breathing seems to be following a natural trajectory, Song Xiaoxiao can clearly hear his heartbeat, and an inexplicable feeling is indescribable.

Song Xiaoxiao discarded external interference, and the perception of her ears extended to the kitchen, where she heard the sound of her mother chopping vegetables, clanging.

What the hell is going on? Song Xiaoxiao pondered and meditated, but did not get the answer she wanted.

Maybe God let her live again, it is fate, drink and peck, and the truth needs to be found by herself.

Song Xiaoxiao couldn't help but think of the strange things that happened when she was 10 years old.

It was an ordinary divination outside the Guoan Temple, Lao Dao placed a relatively tattered hexagram flag on the side of the road, and in front of him was a yellowed old wooden table, lazily lying on the old chair behind him, and he didn't care if anyone came to patronize.

Song Xiaoxiao didn't believe in the rebirth of the past life and the present life since he was a child, but now that he thinks back, the words of the old Tao at that time did mean something.

When Song Xiaoxiao was about to leave the Guoan Temple, the old way of divination suddenly blocked her way, said her birth date, and said to her: Fate will meet, loss is gain, the previous life is established, drink and peck, then follow the trajectory of life, everything will eventually return. After speaking, he also took out a small black wooden card from his pocket and handed it to Song Xiaoxiao, saying that the small wooden card could protect her.

It's just that Song Xiaoxiao remembered the dress of the physiognomy master, which couldn't help but make people suspect that a Taoist priest was holding his hair in a bun, the clothes on his body were a little shabby, and his beard was sloppy and unkempt.

"Xiaoxiao, come and help my mother serve a meal, my mother made the glutinous rice porridge you like" The mother's voice was mixed with the joy and happiness of the rest of her life after the catastrophe, which came from the kitchen, interrupting Song Xiaoxiao's thinking.

Song Xiaoxiao got up and walked to the kitchen, the clouds between his eyebrows also dispersed, since it was destined, he must meet again, and there was no need for him to be so entangled.

On the dinner table, two bowls of glutinous rice porridge, white and glutinous, the heat is just right, and there are two small dishes, light and delicious, Song Xiaoxiao felt that such a simple porridge was made by her mother The taste of a rich meal, she couldn't help but eat it happily.

Humming a song while eating, such a relaxed appearance also made my mother smile.

After eating, Song Xiaoxiao felt that her spirit was very good, and when she looked up at her mother, she suddenly found that there was a black line on her mother's forehead, like mist, faintly floating. Song Xiaoxiao rubbed her eyes, opened them again, but there was nothing.

Song Xiaoxiao didn't care, and felt that she should have seen it wrong.