The courtyard in front of you is beautiful and exquisite, and the hostess’s favorite lilies are planted in the small garden at the door.
Song Shushu stood outside the door and looked carefully at the place where he grew up through the fence door.
Trying hard to find even a little bit of a place with memories.
But no, it seems that this place is no longer her home.
"Hey, Xiao Shu is back, come in quickly." Aunt Li, who went out to water the flowers, noticed her standing at the door first and hurriedly greeted her.
Open the door from the inside and reach out to take what she is carrying.
"Sir, Xiao Shu is here."
Song Qingxiang, who heard the commotion, sat on the sofa and folded the newspaper in his hand slowly after hearing the words.
"Come in and sit down."
Song Shushu maneuvered his way around Aunt Li's extended hand, "Don't bother Aunt Li."
He took out the tea leaves he was carrying and pushed them in front of Song Qingxiang.
"I brought you tea. It's definitely not as high-end as the ones you usually drink. But I heard from Lin Bai that the taste is very special, so I asked someone to buy it and bring it back for you to try."
There is probably no one who, when returning home, interacts with his father, who is supposed to be so close, like a host and a guest.
Song Shushu lowered his eyes and suppressed the self-mockery in his eyes.
Just like every time I go home before, after delivering the things, I drink a cup or two of tea in silence, listen to a few words of criticism and nagging from my father, and then eat a meal that tastes unpalatable.
But this time there is something different. Song Qingxiang, like a father who truly loves his daughter, cares about the child's current situation.
The topic changed to "Have you adopted a cat recently?"
Looking where his finger pointed, I saw a few strands of black cat hair on my coat.
Picking it up indifferently, Song Shushu mentioned it with a calm expression, "Yes, I have a little black cat."
"Mysterious cats, it is said that those cats are a bit mysterious."
"My kitten is really well-behaved."
Looking at her, she really didn't look like she was still affected. Song Qingxiang's preaching was late but arrived.
"So if something needs to go away, let it go. People will always grow, and you must learn to accept the unsatisfactory parts."
In the past, she might have listened patiently to his long speech, but now, as a shit-sweeper with a cat waiting for her to come home, Song Shushu doesn't want to spend too much time here.
"Dad, I'm hungry, let's go eat."
Song Qingxiang was obviously a little unfinished, but he also got up and walked to the restaurant, "Then let's talk while eating."
"Sir, the red wine has sobered up."
"Okay, okay."
Song Qingxiang asked her to sit down, took a goblet and poured wine.
The translucent red wine stayed along the wall of the cup, reflecting dark red spots on the table.
Song Qingxiang didn't let Song Qingxiang actually pour her wine. Song Shushu took over and poured him a good wine. "I won't drink anymore. I drove here."
"Hmph." Song Qingxiang snorted coldly, "How many times have I told you to replace your little shabby car? Does our family lack the money for your car? How can people with our wealth drive such a car?"
Car."
"Go to the garage to pick one up, and let Lao Liu take you back tomorrow."
"Okay, then I'll ask Uncle Liu to help me with the transfer tomorrow. Thank you Dad."
Song Shushu did not refuse, because his behavior had always been like this. When he was happy, he would give away houses and cars. This made Liang Chunxue increasingly dissatisfied with her. Every time he gave something away, Liang Chunxue would look for all kinds of things.
She was unhappy with the reason, and over time she accepted it more calmly.
She probably knows why Liang Chunxue has always disliked her. It's just the shares that her biological mother left to her, and the shares that Song Qingxiang gave to her when she was born. These are things that Liang Chunxue and her daughter do not have.
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Before Liang Chunxue married Song Qingxiang, she was just a girl from an ordinary middle-class family. She also had a younger brother, so she didn't have much support for herself. Moreover, she had always been a gentle and virtuous wife in front of her husband, which was even more unacceptable.
Ask for something.
He was more concerned about his image and dared not offer shares to Song Shishi, but Liang Chunxue was strong and had strict requirements for Song Shishi, striving to train her to become an outstanding socialite in Q city.
Song Shushu didn't judge her for all kinds of things, and he didn't have much pity for Liang Chunxue, but he didn't have a lot of hatred either.
But after all, her little tricks were disgusting enough, and Song Shushu often got into trouble with her. In the first few years, the little Song Shushu didn't know how to hide her emotions and put them on her face. She often confused right and wrong.
The complaint was made to Song Qingxiang, and in the end the little man was punished with tears in his eyes, facing the wall in the study and thinking about his fault. This was a common scene in the Song family.
Earlier, she would angrily refuse the things Song Qingxiang gave her, but now she has changed her mind after entering the society.
Anyway, you are going to get a wave of evil spirits in the end, so you might as well grab what you deserve.
My wandering thoughts were brought back by a small bowl of lotus root and pork ribs soup that suddenly fell in front of my eyes.
"Thank you Aunt Li."
He smiled politely at Aunt Li, lowered his head and took a sip of the soup in front of him.
"Aunt Li's craftsmanship is still as good as ever."
"Hey, I know the eldest lady likes to eat this, so my husband specially asked me to stew it early in the morning."
Aunt Li covered her mouth and smiled happily. She is an old person in the Song family, and she has watched Song Shushu grow up. To be fair, she feels very sorry for the girl in front of her whose mother passed away early and whose father remarried. As the saying goes, having a stepmother
With a stepfather, this sentence is not unreasonable.
Her slightly aged eyes were full of love and distress. The eldest lady rarely went home since junior high school. Every time she was called back to eat, she would sit silently in a corner of the restaurant and watch the other three people enjoying themselves.
He looked silent.
But she is just a servant, and it is not easy to interfere in the private affairs of her employer's family. I can only secretly give her some biscuits that she likes to eat after dinner.
Every time the girl eats something she likes, her smart eyes seem to light up, and she smiles with joy as she expresses her gratitude.
"If you like to eat, come back often." Song Qingxiang glanced at her, his tone uncomfortably stiff.
The smile on Song Shushu's face faded a bit,
"I will come back to see you often in the future."
She didn't mention coming back to stay permanently, she just said she would come back to see him as often as possible.
Song Qingxiang was obviously unhappy and said with a straight face, "It's so nice to live at home. Look at the small house you bought. It's as big as a sesame seed. It's not too crowded to live in."
Song Shushu put down the spoon in her hand and looked at him quietly. Song Qingxiang's accumulated emotions gradually disappeared in her calm eyes.
She averted her eyes and turned her head, looking inch by inch.
Although the overall layout has not changed, Liang Chunxue has erased the imprint of her and her mother on every decoration and ornament here. The warm home in her memory has become unrecognizable, as if it is telling her.
In this family, you are like an outsider.
Close your eyes and take a deep breath.
It's okay, Song Xiaoshu, you have grown up now and are able to give yourself a family.