When her partner brought the opportunity to her, Song Piangan immediately seized it. In a short period of noon, she had made Song Xuehen look at her absent-mindedly several times. Her usual indifferent face had a very complicated look in her eyes.
In the after-dinner chat, by explaining her relationship with Xiangsixi, she successfully pointed out the fact that "both she and Xiangsixi came out of the orphanage", at that moment, she caught a glimpse of Song Xuexen's face changing.
This is the advantage of the tasker. The original body does not know that he has a relationship with the Song family, and only regards Song Xuexen as a stranger, while Song Piangan can reveal information and make Song Xuexen move closer to the correct answer.
While speaking, Song Pianjiao was also sorting out the entire advancement process. The way she saw Song Xuexen was not the same as in the original plot, but it was through Tian Yi, Luo Ruzhi, and Song Xuexen, which had a subtle sense of sight.
Nie Lingbo only has the memory of a small world. Could this be her instinct
Every time she started to think about things about Qinglu, Song Piangan vaguely felt that compared to the mission small world, the fast crossing game she only stayed for a short time seemed to be a bigger mystery.
Layers of confusion.
She took Xiangsixi to say goodbye to the Nie family, and after settling in Xiangsixi, she asked 09:
"If my contribution value is high, can the fast pass game help me restore my memory?"
All the uncertainty stems from her lack of knowledge of the fast-paced game. If it was just herself, she wouldn't mind exploring slowly.
In other words, if you're just alone, it doesn't hurt to have any memory, anyway, the instinct to do the task is still there.
But with more Qinglu, it's different.
Song Pian said: "If not, can you retrieve my personal file? My information should be recorded on it."
09 was caught off guard by the question, what, aren't you still having lunch and doing tasks, why did you suddenly switch channels
09 After blinking an inquiry, he responded:
"Profile has been transferred to you."
"Your medical history is blank and you are in good health, so I infer that your memory level is irreversibly erased for two possible reasons."
Song Pian quickly browsed her file and saw that it was as empty as the resume of a college student who had achieved nothing in four years of college. There was only the most basic information, and even the past mission experience was "abbreviated". She frowned slightly and closed the file.
"Go on."
"One is because of a major mistake of the mission officer, which led to the accidental death of the Son of Destiny who is the foundation of the small world. Under the turmoil and destruction of the small world, the mission officer was affected, causing irreversible psychological trauma, which can only be formatted by the Psychology Department of the Kuaichuan Bureau. Restart the cure, do not count the disease."
"Secondly... You took the initiative to request the Psychology Department to format and clear you."
09 whispered: "Compared to the rare case of the destruction of the smaller world, many missionaries who fell in love with people they shouldn't love have chosen to eliminate their emotions. The emotions are too intense, and many directly format themselves for the second reason. is very likely.”
"..." 09's heartfelt tone made Song Piangan almost make up a love-hate relationship.
She thought for a while: "I shouldn't be the second reason."
"Hmm? Why do you say that?" 09 was stunned and protested, "But you are so good, the host, how can you let the small world be destroyed directly? The first is that it is impossible for you to happen to you. Bar?"
Song Pian was noncommittal.
She denied the second one because of her understanding of her own character. Just like she would not choose to forget Lin Qinglu after the first world, she didn't think she would make an evasive behavior of formatting.
Moreover, according to the general principles of behavior, what a person does will determine which direction the person continues to go.
If she had ever given up on her lover, or escaped the severe pain caused by the small world, Song Piantao believed that her subconscious would no longer have the courage, prompting the brand new her to choose to remember Qinglu.
But if you want to say that you let the small world collapse and destroy...
"There is no third possibility?"
"No." 09's tone was very firm, following the script.
Song Pian slowly let out a breath.
This is not the first time, the answer given by 09 can't convince himself.
09 has a high degree of affection for her. She is usually active and well-behaved, cute and cute. Song Piangan doesn't doubt her very much, but in the final analysis, 09 is just a set of codes, a receiving port for fast crossing.
At this moment, Song Piantao's speculation highly coincided with her intuition, humming slightly and happily.
09 is a puppet controlled by transparent silk threads in front of the stage. It is a spider web ejected from the glands of the spider. It looks vivid and lifelike, but it is actually just a prop.
A prop that didn't know that he was being manipulated and manipulated at will, a fast-moving game used to confuse the task staff - at least Song Pian's own method.
Song Piantao kept this matter firmly in his heart, and said calmly:
"Okay, thank you, 09."
Except for the matter of going through the game quickly, other things were pushed forward step by step.
Since that day, Song Piangan and Song Xuexen have "ran into each other" many times.
Song Pianjiao perfectly displayed the original image of Cinderella in distress, oh, it should be said that it is the classic image of the heroine of President Wen Xiaobaihua.
(In the eyes of the rich) impoverished, but kind and simple, positive, optimistic and beautiful.
Song Xuexen saw that her attitude towards Song Pian was also changing.
Nie Lingbo had foreshadowed the relative relationship before. When Song Xuexen and Song Piangan met for the first time, she was keenly aware of something because of Song Piangan's face that resembled Nie Lingbo and her parentless background.
But this is only based on her sense of responsibility, and the excitement of years of unsuccessful searching and suddenly seeing a little hope. As for the feelings... the feelings are all out of place, and she really doesn't care about Song Piantao at all.
But after meeting several times, Song Xuexen had to admit that even without the fertile soil of the Song family, Song Pianjiao worked hard enough to make herself good enough.
With the conditions she has, it is already very good.
Song Xuexen couldn't help thinking that if she was really her own cousin, if her aunt learned that her cousin was not sold by traffickers to someone else as a child bride and made disabled, it was a fortune in misfortune. She grew up healthy and even became an excellent young man. How nice.
At this time, Song Xuexen completely forgot the vague prejudice and suspicion she had towards Song Piangan when she saw her, but sincerely looked forward to Song Piangan's personal information.
When Song Xuexen got the information, he saw Song Pian's suspicious date of birth and a series of time and places that matched the number and was almost the same. It was like a boulder that kept swinging into the sky and crashed to the ground, causing a tremor. The constant stirring reverberation.
Song Xuexen clenched the document out of the crease, and shouted to the housekeeper to prepare the car, she was going to find Song Piantao, and asked her to confirm it in person.
On the second floor, Luo Ruzhi, who accompanied Song Fei to do her homework, walked to the stairs and asked her:
"No nap today? What's the hurry?"
Song Xuexen has nothing to hide from his wife: "Maybe I have found some news about my cousin. It's very similar, and I need to confirm it again."
"Cousin?" Luo Ruzhi didn't react first, then his eyes widened suddenly and he grabbed the handrail of the stairs, "That lost cousin??"
"Well, I'm going out." Song Xuexen walked in a hurry.
Luo Ruzhi stood on the second floor, watching his wife's back getting smaller and smaller, and he still didn't come back to his senses.
There has been no movement for so many years, and now suddenly there is news
"Snapped."
A dull sound came from behind, awakening Luo Ruzhi.
She looked back, Song Fei was standing not far behind her, a famous book was lying at her feet, described as scattered.
Song Xuexen went to Song Piangan's apartment according to the information address, but it was empty. She then remembered that today was the weekend, and Song Piangan might be at Nie's house.
When they arrived at Nie's house, Song Xuexen saw another person outside the iron gate of Nie's garden.
The guards at the Nie family were polite, but refused to let you in: "Master Xi, I really can't let you in without the invitation of the lady's wife."
"I'll come to visit with a gift, don't you tell me?" Xi Heng looked at the guard with a majestic and overwhelming aura.
He was also helpless. Recently, he tried his best to get close to Nie Lingbo. There was really no other way, so he could only come to Nie's house to block people.
"Really not, don't embarrass me." The guard was polite, maddened in his heart, and others had to ask, but Mr. Xi, you were told by our young lady personally and don't care, so who would dare to let you in
"I… "
"Let me go." A cold female voice came from behind.
Xi Heng looked back and almost bit his tongue.
Why is Song Xuexen here!
Since that day's banquet, Xi Heng has unilaterally listed Song Xuexen as his opponent, but he is still an opponent who cannot be provoked for the time being.
Seeing her at this time, Xi Heng had a bunch of sinister thoughts in his heart, but he had to swallow his voice and smile:
"Mr. Song, are you also here to visit Miss Nie?"
He glanced at the doorman, "He said, no invitation, Miss Nie—"
"Mr. Song, you're here, please hurry up, the lady will be happy to see you." The guard greeted enthusiastically, and even kicked a leaf in the way for Song Xuexen, showing great attentiveness.
"… "
"Yeah." Song Xuexen walked over very quickly, without giving Xi Heng a look, without squinting.
Behind Song Xuexen, the guard stopped in the middle of the road again, with a serious expression:
"Young Master Xi, please come back, I really can't let you in."
"… "SHIFT!
Everything at the door didn't leave a shadow in Song Xuexen's heart at all. She was now completely focused on important matters. After arriving at Nie's house, she didn't even have time to talk to Nie Lingbo and the others, so she quickly offered to talk to Song Piantao alone.
They borrowed the study room of Nie's family and talked behind closed doors for half an hour. The time was not long, but after they came out, the state of both of them changed.
Song Xuexen's brows and eyes were more sure and close, but Song Pian's always pure and beautiful face was more confused.
In Nie Lingbo's eyes, he was really pitiful, weak and helpless, like a honey cake just out of the oven, his heart was soft and hot, but as long as it was her, looking at her would still reveal a sweetness.
Taking advantage of Nie Xingzhou's miserable work for the exam, with Xiangsixi invigilating the exam, Nie Lingbo took Song Pian out of the room and sat down in front of the open bookcase on the second floor, poured Song Pian a cup of black tea, and asked her in a low voice:
"What trouble do you seem to have encountered? Can you tell me about it?"
Song Pian softly thanked her. She took the cup and held it with both hands. A pair of crystal clear brown eyes looked at Nie Lingbo:
"I... This happened so suddenly, I was a little panicked."
Nie Lingbo was very patient, his voice was calm, and there was some low-pitched coaxing:
"What's the matter?"
Okay, speak up.
Tell me about your hidden weakness, your confusion, and your much-needed dependence.
Under her gaze, Song Piangan seemed to hesitate for a while, but finally opened her mouth and said softly:
"President Song said that I may be the lost child of the Song family."
"How is this possible? It's so... It's unbelievable, and it's so sudden. Although the children in our orphanage had this kind of dream when they were young, they dreamed that their parents would come over, but... "
Nie Lingbo stroked her long hair, and then used his fingers to tuck the top of her hair, calmly and eagerly, to control her.
"but what?"