The courtyard in front of me is beautiful and exquisite, and the small garden at the entrance is planted with the hostess's favorite lilies.

Song Shushu stood outside the door, looking carefully at the place where he grew up through the fence gate.

Try to find even the slightest place with memories.

But no, it doesn't seem to be her home anymore.

"Oops, Xiao Shu is back, come in." Aunt Li, who went out to water the flowers, was the first to find her standing at the door, and hurriedly greeted her.

Opened the door from the inside, reaching out to take what she was carrying.

"Sir, Xiao Shu is here."

Song Qingxiang, who heard the movement, sat on the sofa and folded the newspaper in his hand slowly and methodically.

"Come in and sit."

Song Shushu flicked a thousand pounds and bypassed Aunt Li's outstretched hand, "Don't bother, Aunt Li." ”

took out the tea leaves in his hand and pushed them in front of Song Qingxiang.

"I brought you tea, it is definitely not as high-end as the ones you usually drink, but I heard Lin Bai say that this taste is very special, so I asked someone to buy it and bring it back for you to taste."

Probably no one, when he returned to his own home, got along with his father, who was supposed to be close, like a host and a visitor.

Song Shushu lowered his eyes and removed the self-deprecation in his eyes.

As I did every time I went home, after delivering something, I drank a cup or two of tea in silence, listened to a few accusations and nagging from my father, and ate a meal that I didn't know how to eat.

But this time is a little different, Song Qingxiang is like a father who really loves his daughter, and cares about the recent situation of his children.

The topic changed to "Have you had a cat lately?" ”

Looking at where his finger was pointing, he saw a few strands of black cat hair on his coat.

Picking it up indifferently, Song Shushu mentioned this matter with a flat face, "Yes, I have a little black cat." ”

"Mysterious cat, it is said that that kind of cat is a little mysterious."

"My kitten is really well-behaved."

Seeing that she really didn't look like she was still affected, Song Qingxiang's preaching was late.

"Therefore, if there is something that should pass, let him pass. People will always grow, and they must learn to accept those parts that are not satisfactory. ”

In the past, she might have listened patiently to his tirade, but now, as a shovel officer with a cat waiting for her to come home, Song Shushu didn't want to spend too much time here.

"Dad, I'm hungry, let's go eat."

Song Qingxiang was obviously a little unsatisfied, but he also got up and walked to the restaurant, "Then let's talk while eating." ”

"Sir, the wine has woken up."

"Good, good."

Song Qingxiang beckoned her to sit down, took a goblet and poured wine.

The translucent red wine is left along the walls of the glass, refracting dark red spots on the table.

didn't let Song Qingxiang really pour her wine, Song Shushu took over and poured him good wine, "I won't drink it, I'll drive here." ”

"Hmph" Song Qingxiang snorted coldly, "How many times have I told you, replace your little broken car, is our family short of money for your car?" How can someone like us drive that kind of car. ”

"Wait and pick one in the garage, and let Lao Liu send you back tomorrow."

"Okay, then I'll find Uncle Liu to help me walk through the house tomorrow, thank you, Dad."

Song Shushu didn't refuse, because his style of acting has always been like this, he will send a house and a car when he is happy, which also causes Liang Chunxue to be more and more dissatisfied with her, every time he sends something, Liang Chunxue has to find various reasons to give her unhappiness, and over time she accepts it more calmly.

She probably knows why Liang Chunxue has always looked down on her, it is nothing more than the shares left to her by her biological mother, and the shares that Song Qingxiang gave her when she was born, these are all things that Liang Chunxue's mother and daughter do not have.

Liang Chunxue was just a girl from an ordinary middle-class family before she married Song Qingxiang, and she had a younger brother below, so she didn't give her much money, and she has always been a gentle and virtuous helper in front of her husband, and she can't ask for anything.

Even more concerned about the image, he didn't dare to mention Song Shishi's shares, but Liang Chunxue was strong, and even had strict requirements for Song Shishi, striving to cultivate her into an outstanding celebrity daughter in Q City.

Song Shushu doesn't judge her everything, and doesn't have too much pity for Liang Chunxue, but he doesn't have a lot of hatred.

But after all, her little means are disgusting enough, and Song Shushu often gets her temper, in the first few years, the little Song Shushu didn't hide her emotions, and hung her mood on her face, and she was accused to Song Qingxiang by reversing black and white, and finally the little person was punished in the study with tears and thought about it is a common scene in the Song house.

Earlier, she would angrily refuse what Song Qingxiang sent, but now she has changed her mind after entering society.

Anyway, in the end, you will be hit by a wave of yin and yang weirdness, so it's better to hold what you deserve in your hands.

Feifei's thoughts were pulled back by a small bowl of lotus root pork rib soup that suddenly fell in front of him.

"Thank you, Aunt Li."

smiled politely at Aunt Li, lowered his head and tasted the soup in front of him.

"Aunt Li's craftsmanship is still as good as ever."

"Hey, knowing that the eldest lady likes to eat this, Mr. specially asked me to stew it early in the morning."

Aunt Li covered her mouth and smiled, she is the old man of the Song family, and she can be regarded as watching Song Shushu grow up. In all fairness, I am very distressed about the girl in front of me whose mother died early and her father remarried, as the saying goes, if you have a stepmother, you will have a stepfather, this sentence is not unreasonable.

Her slightly vicissitudes of life eyes are full of love and distress, the eldest lady has rarely gone home since junior high school, and every time she is called back for dinner, she sits silently in the corner of the restaurant, watching the other three people and happy appearances silently.

But she is only a servant, and her employer's private affairs are not easy to meddle in, so she can only secretly bring her some biscuits she likes to eat after dinner.

Every time the girl eats something she likes to eat, her smart eyes seem to light up, and she thanks her with a smile of joy.

"If you like to eat, you come back often." Song Qingxiang glanced at her, and his tone was uncomfortably stiff.

The smile on Song Shushu's face faded a little,

"I'll be back to see you more often in the future."

She didn't mention coming back to stay in the house, but said to come back to see him as often as possible.

Song Qingxiang was obviously a little disliked, and put on a straight face, "How good it is to live at home, you see that the small house you bought by yourself is as small and big as sesame seeds, and it is not too crowded to live." ”

Song Shushu put down the spoon in his hand and looked at him quietly. Song Qingxiang's accumulated emotions gradually disappeared in her calm eyes.

She looked away, turned her head, and looked at it inch by inch.

Although the overall pattern has not changed, every decoration and ornament here has been erased by Liang Chunxue from her and her mother's imprints, and the warm home in her memory has become unrecognizable, as if she is telling her.

In this home, you are like an outsider.

Close your eyes and take a deep breath.

It's okay, Song Xiaoshu, you are now grown up and have the ability to give yourself a home.

(End of chapter)