"You, what a big tone!"
Shen Hou did not say anything to shock, nor did she use threats. On the contrary, there was a touch of softness in her tone: "Our purpose is the same, but the methods are different."
It's all to protect Qingqing and make her life smooth and worry-free.
Zhong Yuhong was dumb for a while.
As a mother, she can understand Shen Hun's mood at this moment better than anyone else.
Women are weak, but mothers are strong. In other words, she may be more ruthless and merciless than Shen Hou.
At the moment, I felt a little less complaining, and a little more emotional.
No matter what purpose Shen Hou had, she had been raising Qingqing for the past three years. Based on this, the Song family owed her a great favor.
"Why?" Zhong Yuhong lowered her heart, restored her calm, and slowly raised her eyes.
Shen Hou raised his eyebrows: "What do you mean?"
"Why do you want to sneak into the Song family by disguising your identity?" As Shen Hou said, her background information is all about Zhang Man.
Obviously, this is not a coincidence.
In other words, Shen Hou planned all this-she deliberately!
"Even if I say, you may not believe it." The old lady was shrewd and bright in her mind!
And such people often have a common problem-suspicious.
Zhong Yuhong also knows his own virtues, but—"I still want to hear you."
Shen Xu told her: "I'll repay my gratitude."
"Whose kindness?"
"Naturally Zhang Man."
"How to report?"
"Get justice for her, let her own flesh and blood recognize the ancestors, and live in the sun ever since."
Zhong Yuhong's eyelids jumped sharply, and sure enough... Pan Xiaojing's death was not an accident!
She suppressed the tremor in her heart, but the voice still leaked a little strange: "Then why are you telling everything up now?"
Shen Hou: "Naturally the time has come."
"When?"
"When I ought to retire."
Shen Hou answered every question, but after careful consideration, it seemed that he didn't answer anything.
"Are you leaving the Song family?"
Zhong Yuhong regretted the words. How old is it to say stupid things
Shen Wei was stunned for a while, and immediately laughed: "You know, I have no reason to stay."
She is not Zhang Man, she has nothing to do with Song Yu, and has no blood relationship with Qingqing. There is no reason for the Song family to bear the rest of her life, let alone a son whose father is unknown.
Of course, Shen Hun never thought about staying. For her, the Song family is a landscape on the road of life. She is aspiring to the front and is destined not to stay for it.
"Tomorrow I will move out." After speaking, he left with praise.
"Mom—" The little girl suddenly spoke as if she had sensed something, and the small voice of milk seemed to contain a trace of panic and despair.
Shen Wei stopped and looked back.
Looking at Shangqing's clear and bewildered eyes, an unspeakable sourness surged with distress.
To live a life again, she thought she was enough to control her emotions, and no matter what difficulties she encountered over the years, she did this.
But at this moment, Shen Hun suddenly found that this skill was useless.
Before she lost control, she waved to the little girl.
Qingqing smiled and threw into her arms, as if he was relieved, holding Shen Hou's calf, obedient and sticky.
"Mom, where are you going? Will you take me with you?"
Shen Hun found that the little girl spoke a lot more fluently.
This proves that Zhong Yuhong taught her very well, better than her.
Touching his little head, the fluffy hair, the touch is delicate, Shen Hou: "Nowhere, go back to the room, do you want to be together?"
"miss you!"
"Let's go then." Shen Hou held one hand in hand, all of them were her children, not related to blood.
Song Kaifeng frowned and was about to speak, but was stopped by Zhong Yuhong.
"Last day, let her go. Qingqing will be happy too..."
The old man let out a deep sigh.
That's it.
Shen Hun took the two children back to the West Yard. The mother and son (female) played together for a whole day, from morning to evening, the sun rose to sunset.
Both lunch and dinner were brought by Mrs. Yang.
At night, Shen Hou took a bath for the two little guys, telling Qingqing’s favorite fairy tales, watching her slowly sink into sleep, and finally leaned over and kissed her on the forehead—
"Good girl, I wish you peace and joy in your life, no pain and no worries."
He slept soundly and soundly, without feeling anything.
The next day, early morning.
When the sun rose from the horizon, Shen Hun was already dragging his suitcase and standing in front of the gate of Song's house, like a scene of time.
But there is only one child left.
Qingqing was still sleeping, and she shouldn't suffer the pain of separation at this age, so Shen Hun didn't wake her up.
Time will take away everything, including her and her short-lived mother-daughter love.
In the future, Qingqing may not even remember that apart from her mother who went to the grave every year, she had a "mother".
Or, in the tunnel of time, Shen Hun's face occasionally appeared before her eyes
In any case, it doesn't matter.
Because she will have a bright and shining life, under such a light, whether Shen Hou exists in her life is not important, and it is not worth exploring.
Song Qing will have a bright future and a life full of expectations.
And this future and this life has nothing to do with Shen Hou...
"Let's go." Shen Hun took his son's hand and didn't look back at the courtyard.