Come To the Question

Before the age of six, Song Qinglan always believed that she was happy. Although her father was not in good health, her family was considered to be happy and warm.

Compared with her mother, who is often away from home and busy with business, her father accompanies her more, spends her birthday with her, takes her to the playground, plays the piano with her, and paints his portrait. In Song Qinglan's eyes, he is the most perfect in the world. and gentle presence.

Against this contrast, the mother, who does not often appear in life, is more shadowy. Her father often makes her understand her mother's busyness and tells her to respect and love her, because her mother is so busy for them and for many talents, Song Qinglan He has always been obedient and admired his mother in his heart.

But all the beauty in the world seems to be so fragile. In an inadvertent moment, it seems to have been hit at the most critical node and then shattered.

Her father's illness always seemed to be good or bad. Song Qinglan would be worried, but she felt that he could stay with him for a long time, but when that moment came, she knew that even the father who loved her the most, couldn't accompany her for a long time. .

At the last moment when her father lost consciousness, he still held her hand.

Song Qinglan couldn't forget that moment. The moment before, he was still holding her hand and complimenting her on how good her paintings were, and what kind of plan they were going to make together tomorrow. The next moment he fell down and never opened his eyes again.

Mother rushed back and was silent for a long time, and finally just touched her hair and told her to be strong.

From that time on, Song Qinglan found that she was actually not that happy, and with her father's departure, it seemed that the sunshine on her body was no longer warm.

She stood on the mourning hall, like being abandoned by everyone.

It was at this time that Tong Yiran entered Song Qinglan's life.

When she was approaching, Song Qinglan was very annoying, very annoying, she didn't want people to disturb her at all, she just wanted to run to a place where no one saw her, and wait for someone who could never come back.

But Tong Yiran was too persistent and told Song Qinglan her story.

Song Qinglan didn't feel much relieved after listening to it. Tong Yiran's past sadness didn't make her feel better if she didn't seem to be alone, but she still entered Tong Yiran, which gave her less time to think about those sad things.

Song Qinglan has always been a quiet and soft child, until her father's death put ice on her face, and then the addition of new members made Song Qinglan completely collapsed.

It had only been three months, and Song Qinglan was only six years old at that time. She angrily accused her mother and didn't want to admire her at all. What her father said was wrong, she was not for them at all, but for herself.

But how could she have resisted her mother? She looked at the new member with a blank expression. Although the man had a smile on his face, Song Qinglan still thought he was hypocritical and hateful, and even felt sick to his stomach when he saw his mother.

However, Song Zici only felt that she was a little emotion that was not suitable for her. During that time, Song Qinglan never called her mother.

She wants to leave here, and doesn't want to face this anymore. Except for her grandfather, she can't find any other way to leave home.

But her grandfather told her no, if she left, then the home would not belong to her, the traces of her father's existence would be erased, and her mother would be able to forget her former husband more at ease. Everything that is due will belong to another person, even though that person has not been born, and it has only been three months, her mother is married, and they must have had a relationship before her father died.

Grandpa asked her, can you allow your and your father's things to be taken away by others?

Of course not.

Song Qinglan finally decided to stay at home. She would use her existence to remind her mother and her new husband day and night that there was still one person in this family.

Since then, Song Qinglan has closed herself up, still pretending to be obedient, studying a lot of things hard, even Tong Yiran came to say goodbye, saying that she was about to go to another city, and Song Qinglan did not fluctuate.

A year later, there was a new member in the family, and her mother named her "Song Man", hoping that she can live a happy life in the future.

Song Qinglan was extremely disgusted by this infancy child who was unaware of the maliciousness of the outside world. She knew that she would definitely take away what originally belonged to her in the future.

Grandpa gave her an idea and told her what to do best.

Song Qinglan was actually very resistant. She couldn't express her love and affection for someone she didn't like and didn't even admit to being her sister.

But gradually, she felt that this method was not bad.

The mother, who had delayed a lot of work because of childbirth, quickly threw herself into work after recovering. The stepfather she didn't want to admit was her assistant, and she was busy with her. That little life, who was only a few months old, was Raised by a nanny.

It seems to be more pitiful than her, at least she once had a father, but Song Man's father was not always with her, and there was no trace of those two people stained, Song Qinglan looked at Song Man a lot more pleasing to the eye.

She felt that Song Man was really heartless. She had seen it since she was a baby. She didn't cry and find her parents. She went to sleep after eating, and cried when she was hungry or pulled. Worry-free child, all the servants in the villa like this child, except Song Qinglan.

Well, Song Qinglan admitted that it was only a little pleasing to the eye.

She watched the child go from crawling to walking. The first sentence she learned was 'sister'. After she learned to walk, she stumbled towards her, which made Song Qinglan's sense of her more complicated. She told herself every day that this person had nothing to do with her, but And sunk helplessly.

Song Qinglan told everyone how much she doted on this sister, and everyone believed that her grandfather also specially told her to stay awake.

Song Qinglan's heart gradually cooled down. The day of her father's death was the day she hated Song Man the most, especially when she saw Song Man's unconscious smiling face, she felt more and more powerless.

What Song Qinglan didn't expect was that Tong Yiran, who had left, came back after a few years, and still haunted her as before, and didn't seem to mind because of her indifference.

Tong Yiran knew her pain, so she was a little surprised at how good she was to Song Man. Whenever Song Qinglan met her eyes, she wanted to escape, as if she was sorry for her father and the child.

Song Qinglan began to reject Tong Yiran's invitation, but once out of ten times, she was caught by Tong Yiran.

"Why do you keep avoiding me?"

At that time, Tong Yiran was only thirteen years old, wearing a shirt and jeans, with a ponytail and a lollipop in her mouth. Her height and knowledge made her look much more mature than other thirteen-year-olds, and her hand was tight and warm.

"Do you hate me?"

Song Qinglan shook her head, she just didn't know how to deal with it, and she wasn't used to being approached by others.

If someone else had already given up, it was Tong Yiran who she met.

Song Qinglan has seen Tong Yiran's arrogant and arrogant young lady, she has also seen her foolishly pulling her to watch the fireworks, she has seen Tong Yiran being kidnapped and calm, and she has been injured and Tong Yiran crying helplessly. .

Tong Yiran is a very special existence to her.

She knew all her pain and brought her a lot of joy.

But when she was about to leave again, Song Qinglan still didn't hold back.

"I'm going abroad, as long as you tell me not to leave, I won't leave, Qinglan..."

Tong Yiran took her hand and shook it lightly, even with the sun of that day dazzling.

"If it's better for you, why not go?"

"You know that's not what I want to hear, why are you always like this, and interests can't weigh everything, why can't you do one thing for the sake of your liking?"

To like?

Song Qinglan's head was empty.

What she has been doing is not because she likes it, but because she must. Now that must have become her habit and become an inseparable part of her life, which seems to be inseparable.

She put a mask on herself, and she didn't know how much truth she was hiding.

Tong Yiran still left. In the year she left, Song Qinglan's plan also seemed to have made a breakthrough. The child she had been pampering seemed to be developing in the direction she wanted, but Song Qinglan couldn't be happy in her heart, and she even felt bitter on the tip of her tongue. .

Song Qinglan watched Song Man's appearance that everyone disliked little by little, but her heart became more and more anxious.

She wanted to raise a powerful caged sparrow, which would be praised without exceeding that limit, but it was too difficult, and Song Qinglan was very contradictory.

A few years later, Tong Yiran, who appeared next to Song Qinglan again, felt a little more unfamiliar and dangerous to Song Qinglan, but sometimes Song Qinglan felt that she had not changed, and she was still the same as usual.

Tong Yiran began to chat with her about common topics and shared her life. Song Qinglan yearned for that kind of unbridledness, but she still imprisoned herself in her body.

Song Qinglan treats Tong Yiran as a friend and acquiesces her to enter her territory. She thought it was a story of a long-lasting friendship, but she did not expect to derail one day.

Indulging in absurdity that night, Song Qinglan deliberately did not stay awake, indulging in the body temperature she felt when hugging each other.

The unfamiliar joy, the deepness in Tong Yiran's eyes, made her heart palpitate.

After that, their relationship became more complicated.

Song Qinglan didn't know whether she loved Tong or not, but she knew that she needed Tong.

In the conflict with Song Man and her family, Tong Yiran is her only spiritual comfort, she can bring her out of her pain and give her the care of being loved.

Once in bed, Tong Yiran asked the question that Song Qinglan had asked many times but never answered.

That time, Song Qinglan's ghostly response received Tong Yiran's ecstasy.

Infected by that fool-like smile, Song Qinglan couldn't help laughing.

Because of love, the previously gray world seemed to have more bright colors.

But this joy did not last long.

Song Man's unexpected showdown made Song Qinglan lose all thoughts of confrontation.

The exhaustion that came over her and the panic of being found out made her so frustrated with everything around her that she shut herself in the room like the night she lost her father many years ago, and then she found ridiculously, When she made up her mind, she might not be able to have Song Man's affection, which she never had.

All the illusions and hypocrisy were torn apart, and Song Qinglan returned to her indifferent appearance. Except for Tong Yiran, there seemed to be nothing particularly interesting.

The night when the relationship was discovered was sudden, or the mother had noticed it long before that.

Song Qinglan knelt down in the study and listened to her mother's incomprehensible questioning. She didn't say a word. She didn't have the strength to speak, and she didn't want to explain anything, and she didn't even want to communicate with this person.

"It's not impossible for you to play in private. Why provoke a Tong Yiran, her reputation is not good, not to mention that you are the successor of the Song family in the future, break up and find a new suitable partner."

Song Zici's words made Song Qinglan laugh angrily. She always gave orders with such an unquestionable appearance, which made Song Qinglan very disgusted. She was no longer the six-year-old child who could only cry, and she had the right to decide her own life.

"If my father was still alive, he would definitely wish me a happy life."

"What does this have to do with your father?"

"Yes, it doesn't matter, you have forgotten him for more than ten years, haven't you, you are so busy, how can you remember a dead person."

"Song Qinglan! That's not what I'm talking about with you, not to mention I don't think I owe you anything that I'm sorry for your father. Why do you have to tell me now?"

"Yes, you have a clear conscience."

Song Qinglan murmured, in the end, it was only her who was affected by the pain, and grandpa didn't care at all, only her.

Song Qinglan felt very tired listening to the repeated emphasis on what the heir should do.

She has never done this thing for the sake of her liking, but has been forging by herself in the direction of a qualified heir, and now reality tells her that she wants to give up another thing when she wants to get one thing.

Why do you always have to force her to choose to face it? If she left at the beginning and did not participate in Song Man's growth, everything has nothing to do with her, then is she free to choose what she wants to do? Instead of living like this now, lifeless.

"You give me a good introspection. I hope you can make the right choice. It's not up to the Song family. You are not the only choice. Everything you have now is given by me. Give me a good thought."

Song Qinglan twitched the corners of her mouth and watched her mother slam the door and leave.

After she left, Song Qinglan stood up, rubbed her knees, sat on the chair where her mother often worked, touched the lines on the desk, and was silent for a long time.

Suddenly, the phone rang, and it was Tong Yiran who called.

Song Qinglan thought that she might have noticed something and answered the phone.

"What do you want to eat tonight? I'll cook your favorite dishes. I'll wait for you to come back."

Even though Tong Yiran tried her best to remain calm, Song Qinglan, who was so familiar with her, still noticed the trembling in her voice.

"My mother asked me to choose between you and the Song family."

Song Qinglan got straight to the point, and some panicked words immediately sounded from there.

"Qinglan, I know your goal, but I can, we can be together, I can give it to you without the Song family, we can even create a stronger one together, I can give it to you, let's work together, Qinglan...you do not……"

Tong Yiran's voice was hurried, and his speech was a little out of place.

Song Qinglan didn't speak, this silence seemed to kill the people over there.

"Song Qinglan...don't give up on me...Song Qinglan...okay...don't give up on me...please."

Tong Yiran's voice was full of tears, reminding Song Qinglan of the afternoon when she and Tong Yiran were kidnapped together.

She was implicated by Tong Yiran. The kidnapper was found to want to hurt Tong Yiran before leaving, but Song Qinglan helped her block it and fell to the ground.

Tong Yiran kept holding her and crying, looking ugly.

Now that Tong Yiran is crying, it must be ugly.

"Wait until I get home for dinner."

Song Qinglan opened her mouth, and then heard the sound of silence and then laughter.

"Really? You're talking!"

"When did I lie to you?"

"You always lied to me when you were young."

"How long ago do you remember?"

"Of course! I remember everything about you, then I'll wait for you to come back."

"Yep."

Song Qinglan hung up the phone, looked at the desk, and suddenly laughed.

There is disdain and irony in the smile, and there is also a sense of relief from the past

She stood up, left the desk without reluctance, stood by the window and looked at the scenery outside, thinking about many things that she hadn't thought of before.

It's amazing. In the past 20 years, things that I never wanted to understand can be figured out in just half an hour. The mind has never been clearer than before, Song Qinglan exhaled a turbid breath, and even calmed down very leisurely. folds in his clothes.

When Song Zici entered the study again, she was a little surprised to see the calmness on her face.

"Have you made up your mind?"

"I've made a decision."

Before the smile on her mother's face rose, Song Qinglan said her decision.

"I will leave the Song family."

"What do you mean?"

Song Zici was shocked and angry, obviously this matter exceeded her expectations.

"Didn't you tell me to think carefully about making a choice?"

"Do you know what your behavior means? If you don't have me, you won't have everything you have now. Are you sure you want to choose this?"

Song Zici's face was terrifyingly cold. The aura of a powerful woman in the shopping mall was pouring on Song Qinglan's body. Song Qinglan's expression didn't change.

"I confirm."

It's not that Song Qinglan didn't want to cut it in two, but she was unwilling.

In her heart, Song Zici no longer had any admiration for Song Zici, and when she left this door, all she had was her gratitude for her upbringing, and nothing else.

Song Qinglan didn't even want to hold grudges, it wasn't necessary at all.

Song Zici's anger Song Qinglan saw in her eyes, she was always calm.

"Okay, your wings are hard now, then I want to see what you can do when you leave my shelter."

Song Zici said, feeling a little weak in her heart, pushed the door and walked out.

Song Qinglan also pushed the door and walked out, and saw Song Man standing there.

She never looked at her, just passed by.

Look at all this, how ironic, how funny.

Song Qinglan walked out of the house, feeling that the burden in her heart was suddenly empty and became light.

She drove home, and before she could open the door, the door was opened from the inside.

Tong Yiran was wearing her favorite long dress and hugged her when she came in.

In this relationship, from the perspective of others, it seems that she is leading Tong Yiran, Tong Yiran has done a lot for her, followed her footsteps, and is inseparable from her.

But only Song Qinglan herself knew that in this relationship, she was not a child.

"Actually, I'm a little worried, but you actually choose me."

Tong Yiran has accompanied Song Qinglan for so long, knowing her pain and unwillingness, and her obsessions and desires, so when she received this news, she was afraid that she would be given up by Song Qinglan.

After all, she feels that she is not a necessity for Song Qinglan. Song Qinglan is a person who looks very cold. This coldness makes everyone seem to keep a distance. Only when she is buried close to her can Tong Yiran seem to be able to Feel her temperature.

However, Song Qinglan always seemed to be able to give her a surprise and make her feel how important she was. It was like being kidnapped when she was eleven years old. She thought that she was just a good friend with Song Qinglan unilaterally, after all Song Qinglan's words There were very few responses and even avoided her, but she did not expect that she would suddenly rush up and block the knife for her, telling her how not to be obsessed with this person.

"Of course I choose you, what happened to your hand?"

Song Qinglan rubbed her knees and frowned when she saw the Band-Aid on Tong Yiran's hand.

"I accidentally cut it just now, but it doesn't matter, it doesn't affect anything!"

Ability is not a problem at all!

How could Song Qinglan not understand what she was referring to, her eyelids jumped.

"I went back and told my mother that I would choose again."

"No, I can't return it if I choose it."

Tong Yiran hugged Song Qinglan's waist and wrapped her in his arms.

Tong Yiran wanted to celebrate, but Song Qinglan pushed him away ruthlessly, wrote plans and plans overnight, sent all the things he was handling to his assistant, and sent Song Zici a resignation application by the way.

After doing everything, she leaned back on the chair and looked at Qingcheng at three in the morning through the open window.

In life, one should do one thing for the sake of love.

The author has something to say: I originally wanted to stop at 99 chapters, but after thinking about it, I still need 100 chapters to complete it.