Old Mrs. Sikong's words made the two people in the room froze at the same time.
Sikong Jingqiu coughed lightly, said to the direction of the door, "Grandma, we'll come out soon", then hugged Zizhu, got up, picked up the clothes scattered on the ground and put them on, and then carried them.
He walked to the bed wearing clothes, shook his swaying in front of Zi Zhu, grinning, showing a frivolous smile, "Do you want me to help you?"
"No!" Zi Zhu's face turned red, she grabbed the clothes, and then frowned and looked at him.
Seeing that she had not moved for a long time, Sikong Jingqiu raised her eyebrows and squatted down, "So, this means, do you want me to help you?"
Who wants him to help!
Zi Zhu glared at him hard, "You turned around!"
This person looks gentle and polite, and he is like a hooligan in his bones!
"It's not that I didn't help you pass through." Sikong Jingqiu shrugged, sat down beside the bed, glanced at the door from the corner of his eyes, "If you don't put on your clothes, Jing Lue will really make people bump into the door."
"Don't tell me again that I'm not Song Haiyue in the past!" How many times did she say to this person before he would believe it? She is really not the woman named Song Haiyue?
Zi Zhu turned around and quickly put on her clothes.
When he turned around, he glanced at the photo frame on the cabinet and froze. After a while, he came to his senses. He picked up the photo frame, stared at the person inside, and asked the person behind him, "She is... Song Haiyue?"
The girl in the photo looks exactly the same as her!
The only difference is that my hair is longer and I am a little older. The girl in the photo still has an unfading youthful face and a very fresh temperament, which is obviously like a college student.
Zizhu just looked at the photos, as if she was looking at what she looked like three years ago.
She thought that if she took out the photos she took in college and put them together, no one would think that they were two.
No wonder...
Sikong Jingluo would admit her wrongly, and he would call her mother as soon as he saw her, and the man in front of him also regarded her as Song Haiyue.
Even she herself had the illusion of looking at the photos.
It’s a pity... she is really not Song Haiyue.
Zi Zhu pursed her lower lip, "Is she Jingluo's mother?"
Sikong Jingqiu looked at her deeply and nodded, "Well, she is Jingluo's mother."
"Where are other people?" Zi Zhu's voice was a little astringent.
Zi Zhu didn't know why the dullness pressed on her chest was at this moment. She pursed her lips and waited for Sikong Jingqiu's answer, her eyes kept staring at the girl in the photo without moving away.
Sikong Jingqiu did not answer immediately. His eyes remained on Zi Zhu, observing every expression of her carefully. After a while, he asked, "Are you asking about the present or the past?"
When he said this, his expression calmed down, as if he was recalling and looking forward to the future.
Now?
past?
Zi Zhu was a little confused by the question he asked him back, and couldn't figure out whether he wanted to know whether this girl named Song Haiyue was the past or the present.
"Three years ago, she died and died in a short time, and she had a bloody collapse." Sikong Jingqiu said with his eyebrows closed.
"Die, dead?" Zi Zhu pounded her mouth in surprise, "I don't know... I'm sorry, it wasn't intentional..."
Her surprised expression didn't seem to be pretending at all, which made Sikong Jingqiu's mind confused.