Walking on the street that is not very lively, the sunlight shines through the mottled leaves on both sides of the street, sprinkled down a little bit, like the autumn colors hidden in the world, flowing through her eyes.

The people passing by and the shops lining the streets have their own livelihoods.

The scriptures are written by the sun and the moon, and the spring and autumn of the fandel, this is life.

Song Xiaoxiao couldn't help relaxing, her pale face was reflected in the afterglow of the setting sun, flushing with a slight flush, soft and quiet.

The afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled on Song Xiaoxiao's face, and Song Xiaoxiao happened to pass by a café on the corner: "The rest of my life". The slightly old wooden door plate has clear lines, giving people a subtle feeling of nature.

Maybe it was the right eye, maybe it was fate, Song Xiaoxiao walked in like a grim reaper, ordered a cappuccino, sat quietly by the floor-to-ceiling window, and took a sip gently. The whole café is not very large, but it has everything, soft music fills every corner of the café, and the space is full of clear atmosphere.

The sunlight shines into the house from the glass window, the reddish curtain shadows are printed with the wooden floor, and the wooden Chinese-style hanging lamps are hanging in the sky, exuding a slightly drunken halo, which is intoxicating but not abrupt at all, appropriately integrated into this café, and after a little look around the café, Song Xiaoxiao thought of Chen Qiaoan.

The predecessor of her and Chen Qiao'an, like such a charm of the café the most, whether it is in City A or outside City A, the slightly famous places have all been trampled by their footprints.

This is what Song Xiaoxiao feels most satisfied when she thinks about it now.

And now, she is no longer Chen Qiaoan for the rest of her life, and Chen Qiaoan will no longer have her for the rest of her life.

"I heard that the funeral of the eldest lady of the Tang family was very grand, it was proposed by the second lady, in the largest church in City A"

"The second lady is really good to her, and having such a sister is also a blessing for the eldest lady of the Tang family, although something happened at a young age."

"Oh, the affairs of the wealthy family are too far away from us, we still study hard, and hope to work in Chen Qiaoan's company after graduation in the future, and we can also take a look at him."

"That's right, that's Chen Qiaoan, the national husband."

Song Xiaoxiao heard the chattering voices of the four girls at the next table, talking about things that were closely related to her.

Hearing these news, although Song Xiaoxiao was angry, she couldn't do anything and decided to go to see her funeral.

Tang Ruhua, her scheming sister, what exactly does she want to do to win everyone's favor.

Heh, Song Xiaoxiao couldn't help but sneer. How would such a sister disguise herself at the funeral when she went to great lengths to snatch her things while she was alive and pretended to be innocent?

Song Xiaoxiao's mood, which has calmed down a little in the past few days, has made waves at this moment.

Now that I think about it, since she was sensible, Song Xiaoxiao found that her sister Tang Ruhua liked what she liked, so every time she found out that Tang Ruhua liked it, she would not hesitate to give it to her.

And Zhou Yun only leaves good things to Tang Ruhua every time, often blowing the pillow wind at Xiaoxiao's father, talking about how Xiaoxiao goes out on a date with male classmates, she thinks that Zhou Yun wants her to receive a strict education. Now that I think about it, I just didn't see the truth.

Because she was afraid that Zhou Yun would not like her, Tang Xiaoxiao was always careful to please them, she was walking on thin ice, but she was still greedy, this nominal home, longing for her mother and sister, she didn't want to be alone.

After throwing off these past events, Song Xiaoxiao thought about how she should go to the funeral, whether she would want to strangle Tang Ruhua after she went, whether she would impulsively tell Chen Qiaoan the truth, and how to calmly and calmly not show flaws in front of those who were once most familiar with her funeral.