Although there is such tension between Song Du and Song Jialing, Song Du actually leaves some room for Song Jialing.

Song Du unconsciously remembered Song Jialing when he was a child, white and chubby, very cute, not at all like now, he looked like he was lawless and unscrupulous.

When he was a child, Song Jialing was brought up by Song Du and his grandmother, to be precise, he was a child raised by Song Du himself.

When Song Du was six years old, Song Jialing was born, as the boy that the family had been looking forward to for a long time, he was born with the stars holding the moon, and he was named Jialing as soon as he was born.

But even if you are pampered, life still has to go on, my parents run a small restaurant, and the standard of living is not bad in that small county, but it's just in that small county.

Because now that there is this little boy, the work is even harder, and the couple work together to run the small restaurant prosperously, and they can't spare time to take care of the children, of course, the standard of living has also gone up, at least Song Du can also eat some good food, and drink Song Jialing's cooled milk.

And my grandmother is old, and she occasionally has to go to the restaurant to help, so the matter of taking care of her younger brother almost falls on the six-year-old Song Du, who teaches Song Du to take care of a newborn child with a six-year-old child, and reaches the point of proficiency day after day.

For the sake of Song Jialing, they chose to let Song Du go to elementary school a year late, so Song Du was still in her third year of high school when she was eighteen years old, so that what she heard when she stood on the government podium was finally no longer the name that had made her suffer for many years.

When he was a child, Song Jialing may have been brought up by Song Du, or maybe it was because his grandmother often said things like brothers, friends, brothers, and family harmony, in short, Song Jialing liked Song Du very much when he was a child.

I like to go to bed every night if I don't pull Song Du's clothes and can't sleep at all, every day the white and chubby child will call Song Du sweetly "sister", which makes Song Du's heart soften, and even in Song Jialing's heart when he was a child, Song Du will always be in the first place.

What is delicious and fun, Song Jialing will always think about his sister, and even Song Du went to elementary school, he couldn't get up in the morning, and in the afternoon Song Jialing would also let his grandmother take him to the school gate to pick up his sister from school, he used to say when he was a child that he would buy a beautiful skirt for his sister in the future, and he would make a lot of money to buy a big house for his sister.

Sometimes Song Jialing's love for his sister made his biological mother jealous, but in any case, in those years, although Song Du's life was not good, because of her caring brother and kind grandmother, Song Du felt that it might be the best years of her life.

Of course, later, Song Du realized that it was just that he over-beautified those past memories and consumed those pains, but those misfortunes will never disappear.

In any case, the sincere and simple love of the child remains in Song Du's heart, even if the person concerned has long forgotten these warm pasts.

Song Du once really thought that having such a younger brother might be the luckiest thing she was born in this family, and she also loved this younger brother sincerely, because Song Jialing was really good to her when she was a child, so Song Du always left a little room for him.

Even if Song Jialing always speaks ill of her now, Song Du still retains this affection in his heart, but how long this affection can be maintained, Song Du doesn't know, perhaps, it will soon be worn away, now, when she mentions Song Jialing, she only feels very tired, and she no longer has the joy and happiness she once had.

Song Du didn't think about it for long, and when he hung up Song Jialing's phone, Song Du's mobile phone rang again, and the sound filled the entire living room, this time it was a call from Song's mother, although he was already used to it, but the moment he heard her question, Song Du couldn't help but stab in his heart, it didn't hurt but he was still a little confused.

"Song Pannan, you dead girl, if you say two thousand, two thousand! Where is it enough to give Jialing 2,000 every month, you are still a sister, just like this, I don't feel sorry for him at all, it's not easy for him to be alone in Cloud City, and I don't want to help him more, Mourning Star, you really came to our house to collect debts! ”

Song Du was silent, and the ugly words on the phone continued to be launched outward, it was hard to imagine that a mother would use such filthy and disgusting words to describe her biological daughter, as if she was not scolding her daughter but the most heinous villain in the world at the moment.

After scolding for ten minutes, Song Mu seemed to be a little tired, although she didn't get a response, she knew that Song Du was listening, Song Du had always been like this, he never replied when he was scolded by them, just stood quietly with his head down, accepting all the attacks.

"Okay, you give Jialing more money, if I let me know that you are missing him, I will definitely not spare you, this cheap girl!"

After speaking, she hung up the phone by herself, Song Du sat on the sofa alone, only feeling ridiculous, as if listening to a play, but she was also a person in this play.

Song Du pulled the corners of her mouth, but the clear tears fell first, Song Du laughed while crying, she frustrated her eyes hard, but there were more and more tears, she knew it early on, and she didn't want to cry.

What a mess, Song Du.

Song Du finally compromised, dropped his hands and let the tears slide down, the tears did not completely stop, there was a familiar footstep outside the door, Song Du seemed to wake up from a dream, suddenly got up from the sofa, and strode to the bathroom.

The sound of opening the door sounded with the sound of worry-free, Song Du turned on the faucet, and looked at himself who was a little haggard in the mirror, with red eyes and tears on his face, such a self must not appear in front of worry-free.

The voice may be crying, worry-free is so smart, she can hear the abnormality at once, so Song Du did not respond to worry-free, she looked at herself in the mirror like a bystander, and watched the tears of the person in the mirror slide down.

Fortunately, Wuwu didn't notice her abnormality, and found that she was in the bathroom and thought that she hadn't slowed down her drinking, so she told her at the door not to stay too long, and then went to the kitchen to cook.

After a while, Song Du lowered his head and slapped the cold water on his face, in the December weather, even if the heating was turned on in the house, she was frozen all over, and her body was not very good, so her face was even more pale, but she couldn't see the redness and swelling of her eyes.

Taking a towel to dry her face, Song Du confirmed her state, squeezed out a smile in the mirror, repeated it several times, and finally became much more natural, she opened the door and walked out.

Wu Wu was cooking, heard the voice, walked out with an apron and a shovel, and looked at Song Du from head to toe, no problem, then nodded, and then pointed to the coffee table.

"I've washed all the fruits I just bought, so I'm going to eat a little."

"Good~"

Song Du obediently agreed, and continued to cook without worry.

Seeing the figure of worry-free in the kitchen, Song Du glanced at the warm yellow lamp, and a touch of happiness flashed in his heart, fortunately, it was a warm yellow lamp, and it was quite natural to hit his body.

In the evening, Wuwu received a message from Mr. Mo that Li's project was successfully completed, and he planned to hold a small celebration banquet, so she and her senior brother were scheduled for noon tomorrow, along with the address of tomorrow's dinner.

Song Du had no reason to refuse, so he naturally agreed.

She actually wanted to ask Li Wangyi if she would go, but she didn't seem to have any position to ask about it, besides, Li Wangyi was such a big boss, he shouldn't be involved in the small party in their laboratory, Song Du thought silently.

The next day, after a full night of recuperation, Song Du had completely resurrected with full blood, got up early to make breakfast, and then began to hurry up and study.

After worry-free got up, Song Du and Wuwu talked about Teacher Mo's invitation to dinner today, and it just so happened that Wuwu was going to the teacher's studio to help today, and neither of them was at home.

At ten o'clock, Song Du estimated the time, put on his coat and went out, and as soon as he pushed the door open, the cold wind blew on his body in an instant, blowing refreshed.

It's cold now, but there is heating in the house, so Song Du is wearing a white crewneck sweater and jeans, and a knee-length beige down jacket outside, still very tall and thin, with a pleasant temperament.

This down jacket was still let by Liu Wuwu when she went out, otherwise she might have worn the beige coat that she often wears, and the coat was bought by Song Du when he first came to Yuncheng, and it cost 1,000 yuan when he bought it, which is not cheap, but after wearing it for so many years, the ability to prevent cold has been greatly reduced.

Because he was too lazy to choose, Song Du bought another identical dress in the second year and changed it to wear.

Liu Wuwu is not used to seeing Song Du wear these two coats, she loves to be clean, her clothes are often washed, and she is not warm at all, but she is used to it, this down jacket is also Liu Wuwu dragged Song Du to buy, Song Du strictly requires that he can only buy one winter coat a year.

With worry-free efforts, Song Du now has several warm down jackets.

Song Du is still thinly dressed, and he always doesn't pay much attention to himself, someone has to be watching, this is Liu Wuwu's original words, she is the one who stares at her.

Yuncheng was still blowing strong winds today, and it was like a knife cut on his face, Song Du squinted his eyes and walked into the subway station quickly.

I didn't notice that it was windy today, Song Du's long hair forgot to tie it up, it was quite gentle and beautiful with a black hair, the demon wind in this cloud city blew, like a female ghost in the world, Song Du reached out and pinched the tips of his hair, so as not to blow the wind, and strode into the subway station with his mobile phone in his other hand.

As soon as you enter the subway station, it is much warmer, and with the protection of steel and iron mud, it is difficult for strong winds to blow in.

Mr. Mo's place is a five-star hotel, a little far from Songdu, but you can get there by a few subway turns, and you don't need to blow the wind outside, which is very good.

Song Du wore headphones, listened to the song, and stood in the corner of the carriage like an invisible person, not squeezing with others.

There have always been a lot of people in the subway in Yuncheng, and Song Du doesn't like crowds and doesn't want to crowd with others, so almost every time he finds a corner by himself and waits obediently until his destination.

After three subway trips, it was almost eleven o'clock when I got out of the subway station, and the time set by Mr. Mo was half past eleven, and Song Du still needed to walk 800 meters, about ten minutes, and the time estimate was good.

But Song Du forgot to consider the complexity of the road and the reliability of navigation.

Open the navigation, Song Du followed the direction, obviously there was no problem, but it was not the right direction after walking several times, and the headset came over and over again "The route has been re-planned for you", Song Du was helpless, standing in place, holding the mobile phone to reconfirm the direction.

His fingers were about to stiffen in the cold wind, and Song Du sighed at his hands that were about to freeze, stood in place and stomped his feet, trying to get some warmth.

She looked left and right, the people coming and going on the road were all in a hurry, and there was no trace of sight to share with others, Song Du bit his lip and hesitated to find someone to ask for directions, this navigation is really difficult to use, and it is not suitable for Song Du, a person who rarely goes to strange places.

"Didi!"

The car horn sounded, a black car stopped on the side of the road, and the passers-by who were in a hurry cast some eyes on the car, Song Du just glanced at it and looked away, and didn't care, she had been stuck at this intersection for ten minutes.