Chapter 3: True and False
Song Xiaoran heard him talk about Song Xiran again, and a lot of things about her couldn't help but flash in his mind.
Song Xiran, a real daughter, has excellent academic performance since she was a child, and was admitted to Kyoto University last year.
A month ago, while doing odd jobs during the summer vacation, Song Xiran unfortunately suffered a car accident.
I needed a blood transfusion to go to the hospital, and this true and false daughter broke out.
Song Xiran has been weak since he was a child, he is a medicine jar, and recently suffered a car accident, so he was naturally taken into his biological parents' house to recuperate.
This Song family lives in a two-story small western-style building, downstairs there is a living room, two bedrooms and a kitchen bathroom, the second floor has three rooms and a bathroom, although it is not magnificent, but it is also a proper mansion in this era.
On the first floor, he and his parents lived, and on the second floor, his eldest brother, sister-in-law and second brother originally lived.
The year before last, the second brother went abroad to study, and the room was empty, and it happened that Song Xiran moved in to recuperate.
Now she lives upstairs in her own house.
Although they live upstairs and downstairs, the original owner Song Xiaoran and her belong to "the king does not see the king", and in my memory, they met when they first moved in three days ago.
She was sitting in a wheelchair at the time, greeting everyone politely, with a faint smile on her weak, somewhat pale face.
These days, because of the imbalance of mentality, the original owner has been a demon, either because the taste of the food is too light, or because the TV can't be turned on loudly, and he is not allowed to turn on the stereo, and the noisy home is not peaceful.
In the middle of the night last night, she even poked the roof with a broom and directly harassed Song Xiran to sleep.
When she was discovered, she actually said that she got up in the middle of the night to fight mosquitoes.
Song Xiaoran thought of this, and wanted to cover his face, the original owner was stupid, pitiful and hateful.
It's really embarrassing for my adoptive father to tolerate her so much, and talk to her in a good voice here.
"Dad, I know, I won't make trouble in the future, I'm going to move out and stay with my biological parents for a while." Song Xiaoran said calmly.
When Song Wenxuan heard her say this, his first reaction was disbelief.
These days, as long as her biological parents are mentioned, Xiao Ran is very resistant, she doesn't want to listen to it, and she doesn't want to go back.
He felt that the boy had found that it was useless, so he used this way to gain their understanding.
Retreat.
Pretend to be pitiful.
[Dad, don't dare to say anything else, if I hide far away in the future, I won't make you angry anymore, and you should check your body more, but don't be hospitalized with a heart attack]
Song Wenxuan found that he heard Xiao Ran's heart again.
And it made him feel ashamed.
How could he think of her so much just now, Xiao Ran was delicate and willful, but his mind was also very simple, and he couldn't think of any strategy to retreat into advance.
The daughter really doesn't want to make trouble anymore, she still wants to stay away from them, and she still cares about his body.
"Xiao Ran, although you are not biological, your father still treats you as his daughter."
Song Wenxuan said lovingly,
"Your biological parents really want you to go back, you can move back for a while, if you don't get used to it, move back quickly."
"Your work in the factory will not change, your pocket money will be given, and the dowry saved for you before will also be your ......"
"Dad, you can arrange the work in the factory to others, I want to go out by myself, I can't always be under Dad's umbrella."
Song Xiaoran hurriedly cleared all of this,
"I'm so old, how can I still get pocket money! That dowry, I'm not your daughter, and I'm not qualified to ask for it..."
Song Wenxuan was surprised again!
He looked at Song Xiaoran silently, wanting to hear what she was saying, but this time he didn't hear anything.
So, these are really the words from her heart!
"What do you want to go out for?" Song Wenxuan could only ask.
"I haven't figured it out yet, let's set up a stall to sell some clothes, socks or something." Song Xiaoran pinched his chin and thought about it.
Song Wenxuan was numb in surprise and found that he didn't know this daughter at all.
In her previous words, she looked down on self-employed people very much, especially those who were laid off and re-employed, and lived by setting up stalls, like her biological parents.
Song Wenxuan felt that she was deliberately talking back and doing things willfully.
[Now is the period of rapid development of the country, it is the golden 90s, real estate is just about to take off, the Internet has just started, the financial market has just begun, there are too many ways to make a fortune! 】
Song Wenxuan heard her voice again, and was shocked to find that her daughter was so knowledgeable, visionary and patterned.
The real estate, Internet, and financial markets she said are also the future markets that he has many high-level optimistic about.
"Good, good!" Song Wenxuan happily praised,
"Dad hasn't talked to you in depth before, and I don't know that you actually have a lot of ideas and drive, which is much stronger than Dad."
Song Xiaoran was embarrassed by his praise: "Oh, I'm far worse than my father." I'm as good as one percent of my father, and I'm satisfied! ”
Her adoptive father, Song Wenxuan, is definitely a hero, leading the village-run enterprise, riding the spring breeze of reform and opening up, and spending 20 years to make the village-run enterprise from 3 or 5 people into a behemoth with 50,000 employees and a one-stop mining and steelmaking machinery.
Song Wenxuan was very happy to see that his daughter really admired him, which was much more useful than the compliments of others!
The two fathers and daughters were talking happily, and at this moment, Song Wenxuan's wife, Liu Xiuwen, pushed the door and walked in with a gloomy face, and scolded Song Xiaoran with a slap on his head.
"Song Xiaoran, just now I said that I couldn't sleep all night because I was noisy by you! You have to move me out today! I tell you, I can't bear you anymore. ”
"The set of seeking death and living is useful to Lao Song, but it is useless to me. If you die today, you have to die outside for me! ”
When Song Xiaoran heard these harsh words, her good-looking brows furrowed, full of disgust.
Since childhood, the relationship between the original owner and the adoptive mother has been very unharmonious.
The adoptive mother loves her two sons, and she is either cold and violent to the daughter of the original owner, or scolds her for being stupid, only giving money when there is something, and ignoring everything else.
The original owner, Song Xiaoran, has that kind of selfish, arrogant and unreasonable character, which is also inseparable from her.
The original owner was also very puzzled at first, and then he grew up and learned the truth from the mouth of the second brother, the original fortune teller said that she was the enemy of her mother's previous life, and she came to collect debts in this life, and she was her "life nemesis"!
Liu Xiuwen, who was already superstitious, was startled when he heard this, and he fell seriously ill when he went back.
After the illness recovered, Liu Xiuwen was convinced of the nemesis of the hit, and firmly believed that he must stay away to save his life.
Song Wenxuan scoffed at these things and quarreled with her a few times.
But he couldn't change Liu Xiuwen's mind at all, and after trying to persuade him several times without success, he couldn't do anything, so he could only care more about his daughter.
In the past, there was at most cold violence between mother and daughter, but after the matter of this real and fake daughter was exposed, Liu Xiuwen completely stopped pretending, and directly regarded the original owner as an enemy.