The summer in Wangdong City is extremely hot every year, like a big steamer, which makes the whole city feel irritable, and this year it is even more perverted.
There are heat waves in the air, and the leaves on the ornamental trees in the courtyard are all sickly and eager for a downpour.
Under the white pavilion, a woman lay on a bamboo chair for a morning break, her curly black hair was wet with sweat. The sleeping girl suddenly raised her arms and squeezed the armrests of the bamboo chair, her head shook in horror—
"ah"
"Help!"
swish—
Song Ci suddenly opened his eyes and sat up from the reclining chair.
she is still alive
Wasn't she knocked out by her adoptive father and thrown into the car, and even the car led people into the Yulongyuan River and died
When the passing maid heard the terrified cry, she stopped, stood under the shaded corridor, and asked Song Ci, "Miss Song, what's wrong with you?"
Song Ci took a few breaths before looking towards the sound. Seeing the maid, Song Ci thought for a while before remembering who this person was. "Aunt Zhang, I'm fine. Maybe it's too hot and I have some heatstroke."
"Then go into the house and rest. I made smoothies for you and the lady, which are just right for you to eat."
"good."
After watching Aunt Zhang enter the room, Song Ci stood up.
She stood in the pavilion and looked around the yard in front of her. This is the garden of Mu's family. Several viewing trees have been planted and a pool of springs has been built. Song Ci walked to the edge of the spring pool, looked at the clear water in the pool, and the sad images of the previous life emerged in his mind.
Did she really experience the so-called last life, or was it just a dream
Song Ci couldn't tell the difference, and didn't dare to make a conclusion rashly.
There were footsteps approaching, and the steps were light. When she approached, Song Ci smelled a faint fragrance of lilies. Mu Qiu likes the light fragrance of lily very much, and always keeps some fragrance of lily on his body.
"Sister, Aunt Zhang said you have some heatstroke, how are you doing now?" The girl's voice was sweet, like clear springs dripping on a stone plate.
Song Ci turned sideways and looked at the girl beside her. Mu Qiu has shoulder-length black straight hair, is delicate, and has a palm-sized face with a delicate and slender body, which makes people want to love him.
At this moment Mu Qiu is smiling, his eyes are full of concern for her, completely different from the selfish and ruthless woman in the previous life. Will Mu Qiu really hurt her and Song Fei just to survive
Seeing that Song Ci didn't answer, Mu Qiu was even more worried about her body, and her delicate willow eyebrows were twisted into crooked lines. "Sister? Why don't you talk?"
"I'm still a little dizzy." Song Ci said, "I'll go back to my room and lie down for a while."
"Then go and rest, the air conditioner has been on and on."
Song Ci's room is next to Mu Qiu's room, both on the second floor. After Song Ci returned to the house, how could she sleep? What did she think of, and she searched around the house. Finally, she found her mobile phone on the desk.
Song Ci turned on the phone and glanced at the calendar.
July 5, 2020.
Song Ci's eyes widened slightly. August 12, 2020 is Song Fei's death day, and now there is still one month before Song Fei's death!
My sister is still alive!
Song Ci was so excited that she wept on the spot.
She quickly wiped away her tears, put down her phone, and walked to the window sill. She remembered that one month before her sister's death, Mu Qiu suddenly fainted on the ground. After being admitted to the hospital, she was diagnosed with heart disease and urgently needed a heart replacement.
If he wanted to prove whether that ridiculous and absurd life was just a dream of his own, or if he had really experienced it, he would soon know the answer.
If everything in the dream is true, then in this life, she will definitely turn the tide and protect her sister!
Throughout the afternoon, Song Ci locked herself in her room to sort out the scenes in her dream.
Towards evening, there was a sudden knock on the door.
Song Ci heard a middle-aged female voice outside the door and said softly: "Song Song, are you awake? I heard from Qiu'er that you almost suffered from heat stroke today. Aunt Zhang made mung bean soup. Would you like to get up and have a drink?"
The person outside the door was Du Tingting, Mu Qiu's mother, a woman who had been doted on by Mu Mian all her life.
Just when Du Tingting thought Song Ci was still asleep and turned to leave, Song Ci suddenly opened the door from the inside.
Du Tingting turned her head in surprise, she looked at Song Ci carefully, and saw that her complexion was rosy, she must have recovered, so she was relieved. "Wake up, let's go downstairs for dinner."
"good."
Song Ci followed Du Tingting downstairs.
She looked at Du Tingting's back. Du Tingting's hair was tied, and a white hosta was inserted in her hair, which was very valuable. In the previous life in the dream, Du Tingting died of cerebral hemorrhage three years later.
Just now when I opened the door and suddenly saw Du Tingting, Song Ci felt like a world away.
Song Ci didn't know whether Du Tingting was involved in the murder of Song Fei, at least on the surface, Du Tingting really loved her as a daughter. In his last life, he didn't realize that he knew people clearly until his death. He was a blind idiot. Song Ci no longer believed his own eyesight.
Song Ci and Du Tingting came to the restaurant together, and Mu Qiu was already there.
Seeing Song Ci going downstairs, Mu Qiu said to her: "Cheng Ziang called in the afternoon and said he wanted to ask my sister to watch a movie tonight. Sister, are you going?"
Before Song Ci answered, she heard Du Tingting say, "Why didn't he call your sister directly?"
Mu Qiu said: "I called, but I didn't get through."
Song Ci had a muddle-headed afternoon, and her phone was turned off immediately. "My phone was turned off and I forgot to charge it," she explained.
Mu Qiu looked at Song Ci, and his heart of gossip ignited, "Then sister, are you going to the appointment?"
"No."
It is impossible to attend the appointment, and it is impossible to attend Cheng Ziang's appointment in this lifetime.
Cheng Ziang has a half-brother named Cheng Yanmo, this Cheng Yanmo is smart and capable, known as the proud son of heaven. With such an excellent elder brother under his control, Cheng Ziang has been aggrieved for a long time, and his character is very bad.
At that time, there was a saying among those noble sons in Wangdong City——
When you marry a wife, you should marry Mu Qiu, and when you fall in love, you should find Song Ci.
The beauty of Song Ci is eye-catching. She is like a rare treasure, and no one can take away their greedy and coveted eyes when they see it. As for Mu Qiu, she is a bright pearl, gentle, quiet and virtuous.
Mu Qiu is suitable to be at home, to be a gentle, well-behaved and virtuous little wife. As for Song Ci, her beauty predestined her to be a radiant existence, no man can subdue her, therefore, every man wants to have some romance with her.
But it is such a woman who has attracted countless men's obsession and love, but she obeyed the arrangement of her adoptive father, Mu Mian, and married Cheng Ziang at the age of 24.
Cheng Ziang has a mental illness, and he can't have sex when he is nervous. Married a beautiful Song Ci, but she can't enjoy it, Cheng Ziang is always on guard against her cheating. One month after marriage, just because Song Ci smiled at the little brother delivering the courier, Cheng Ziang punched her hard.
With the first domestic violence, there will be a second and a third
Song Ci tried to divorce Cheng Ziang, but was forced by Cheng Ziang to threaten Chaoyang Company's life and death. During that time, the management of Chaoyang Company was chaotic and the capital chain was broken. If it were not for the help of Chuandong Group, Mu Mian might face the crisis of bankruptcy.
Song Ci was grateful for Mu Mian's care for their sisters and could not divorce Cheng Ziang. The two entangled and tortured together for 6 years, and finally divorced after Song Ci stabbed Cheng Ziang's small intestine with a single knife.
Married at the age of 24 and divorced at the age of 30, Song Ci has been wasted from a rich flower in the world to a small bitter chrysanthemum.
The more she thought about it, the more Song Ci felt aggrieved by her previous life.
There are tens of thousands of beautiful men in the world, but Cheng Ziang is nothing!
There are tens of thousands of beautiful men in the world, Cheng Ziang is nothing but Han Zhan is the real beauty.
(end of this chapter)