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Song Yu's mother is much younger than I thought. If it weren't for the faint wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, I would have thought she was a female version of Song Yu.
Of course, Song Yu seemed to have inherited his mother's good looks. To some extent, both of them were of the beautiful type.
but…
Compared to the kind and gentle Song Yu, Mrs. Song seems much colder.
Butler Zhou took me to a teahouse. I had been sitting there for a few minutes when Song Yu's mother came.
"Ms. Anyue?"
I stood up and nodded politely to the other party, "Hello... Mrs. Song..." Facing such a young face, I really didn't have the nerve to call her auntie. After thinking for a while, I finally found a more respectful title.
"I ordered you some red date and longan tea... This tea is mild and nourishing... It's very good for women."
It's strange. Mrs. Song was clearly smiling and clearly meant well.
But I felt uncomfortable all over.
"Thank you." I finally said this with great difficulty.
"Ms. Anyue..."
"Madam, just call me An Yue."
"Okay... An Yue, I'm sorry to call you out so abruptly, and in this way. I hope I didn't cause you any trouble."
I shook my head.
I lost my mother when I was young, and Mrs. An was the person I had been avoiding and fearing since I was young. After marrying Zhuo Yang, I moved out of the Zhuo family. Naturally, I had no experience of getting along with Zhuo Yang's mother. At this moment, I was very uneasy.
Although Mrs. Song did not show it, I could still feel her—
In fact, I am not satisfied.
"Actually, it's not a big deal to ask you out today. It's just that I just came back and heard Ayu say that he has a girl he likes. I only have Ayu as my son, and as a mother, I owe him a lot over the years, so I must carefully monitor his lifelong affairs."
"Madam..." My voice was a little hoarse, and I felt even more sad for the person in front of me. "What do you want to say?"
Mrs. Song smiled again. When she smiled, she looked softer and less cold.
I secretly thought to myself that maybe she wasn't as difficult to get along with as I thought.
For a moment, I felt inexplicably relieved, but at this moment I heard Mrs. Song's voice ringing in my ears.
"An Yue, do you know what Song Yu likes to eat?"
I thought about it for a moment and gave an answer.
"Sweet food."
Mrs. Song raised her head slightly. I couldn't see the deep meaning in her eyes, but I felt that her expression seemed a lot softer than before.
"That's right. Although Yu has no sense of taste, he does like sweets."
"Hehe..." At this time, I could only laugh dryly.
Mrs. Song seemed to have opened up a chatterbox and started talking nonstop, "You and Ayu have been together for so long, do you know why Ayu has no sense of taste?"
I was a little curious about this. "He said it was innate..."
"No..." Mrs. Song shook her head, a trace of pain on her calm face, "When I was pregnant with Ayu, I was forced to work even though I was already feeling unwell... Later I found out that Ayu was about to die, and at that time, a friend at the Medical Research Center told me that there was a new drug that could help me save Ayu... I didn't think much about it at the time, I just wanted to keep Ayu... But I didn't expect that the perfect Ayu would be born with an imperfect defect..."
Mrs. Song said this while sighing softly.
It was only then that I realized that Song Yu’s lack of taste was a side effect of the new medicine.
"It's because Ayu has no sense of taste that I feel sorry for him, so I hope Ayu can get the best in everything... An Yue... Do you understand a mother's difficulties... I hope my child gets the best..."
After Mrs. Song finished speaking, she glanced at me.
Just this one glance was enough for me to understand.
It turned out that this was the purpose of Mrs. Song's visit.
Her son already had an imperfect body, and as a good mother, she didn't want her son's marriage to be imperfect as well.
I smiled and sighed a lot. Although the way mothers-in-law treat their daughters-in-law has been different since ancient times, I have to say that the results are actually the same.
"Madam..." I shook my head and was about to speak.
But Mrs. Song seemed to know what I was going to say and spoke first.
"An Yue... I know you."
One sentence shocked my heart.
"Ma'am, what do you mean?"
Mrs. Song poured herself a cup of red date tea and said casually, "I watched Zhuo Yang grow up. After that incident, I always thought he was going to marry the eldest daughter of the An family. The child was called An Ran, right? But I didn't expect that he would marry you in the end... I heard that the eldest daughter of the An family died because of this incident..."
The deepest and most painful scars in my heart have been opened like this, and I no longer have the energy to even defend myself.
"Madam... it's over... Besides, those things have nothing to do with us today..."
"An Yue, are you sure... it's really okay?"
Putting down the teacup, the gentleness on Mrs. Song's face completely retreated, "I am not against you. If it weren't for Zhuo Yang, I wouldn't care even if you were older... But you and Zhuo Yang have been married for not just one or two years, but seven years... Moreover, because of you, an innocent person was killed... An Yue, if you were a mother, would you accept such a woman as your daughter-in-law?"
I know I have flaws all over me.
But I never imagined that there would come a day when I would be stripped naked and humiliated.
Every word Mrs. Song said was like a small whip, lashing me.
She finally said that she was not rejecting me, but she didn't want her son to marry a woman who didn't have her heart in him.
Compared with my family background, marriage experience and so on, Mrs. Song obviously cares more.
Am I sincere towards Song Yu
I can say that I really want to be with Song Yu, but what I lack is time.
However, I also understand that no matter how much time passes, I will never be able to fall in love with a man again, as deeply and bravely as I loved Zhuo Yang back then.
This time, I just want to know how it feels to be loved.
However, Mrs. Song directly exposed the little tricks in my heart, and I didn't even have a chance to refute.
I could only watch her strip off all my disguise in front of me, and finally came to a conclusion.
"You and Song Yu are not suitable."
On the way back, it started to rain.
I didn't bring an umbrella and it was getting late.
I squatted outside the closed supermarket, thinking I would wait until the rain stopped before going back.
and…
I also understand that Song Yu and I have already started the real discussion, but what I am afraid of is that I have already thought about retreating before the battle even starts.
I even examined myself, wondering if I could really stick to this relationship.
"An Yue... why are you here?"
In the rain and fog, I heard a familiar voice from afar.
seem-
It was Zhuo Yang's voice.
Where is he? Why don't I see him
I looked around, and suddenly my head felt hot. I didn't know when Zhuo Yang had walked in front of me and took my hand. "Why are you here?"
He tapped my head, and after the rain and fog had passed, there was deep confusion in his black eyes.
I smiled, but I felt powerless.
"I don't know either."
"What's wrong with you? It's raining... You're soaked..."
"Really?" I still smiled, but my vision was getting increasingly dizzy.
Zhuo Yang seemed to have noticed something was wrong with me, and waved his big hand in front of me, "What's wrong with you? You look so ugly..."
I smiled awkwardly, but my mind was getting more and more fuzzy. I grabbed the last bit of rationality, as if I had grabbed the last straw to save my life. I clung to the man in front of me and sighed helplessly, "Um... I feel dizzy... I feel like I'm going to faint..."
After I finished speaking, I felt a flash before my eyes, and I really had no idea what happened afterwards.
When I woke up again, I was lying on a big, soft bed. The quilt was warm and had a familiar smell.
I sniffed, this smell inexplicably made me nostalgic. At that moment, I just wanted to empty my mind, not think about anything, and not care about anything.
"Are you awake?"
The wall lamp illuminated the dim room and also dispelled the thought of escape in my heart.
At the door, Zhuo Yang came towards me with a bowl of steaming soup, "You just fainted..."
"Thanks."
I sat up and took the ginger soup from Zhuo Yang. After the warm ginger soup went down my throat, I felt a burning force flowing through my body from the soles of my feet to the top of my head, and the lost strength seemed to gradually return to my body.
"Thank you." I apologized sincerely again.
Zhuo Yang didn't appreciate it and knocked on my head, "What are you doing? How could you faint in the rain alone..."
My lips moved, and thinking about what happened before I fainted, the words I wanted to say were stuck in my throat.
"No... nothing, I just didn't bring an umbrella."
I lied.
Zhuoyang has always understood me, he must be telling the truth and I lied again.
But thank God, he didn't expose it.
Instead, he took out a big dry towel from the bathroom and covered my head with it. "You... are going backwards. You still like to get wet in the rain when you're this old... Come... hold your head up, I'll help you dry your hair..."
Zhuoyang's movements were gentle. I felt warm all over after drinking the ginger tea. Zhuoyang's hands were stroking my head as if he was teasing a gentle animal.
I was drowsy and my mind was confused. I never thought that we couldn't be so close at this time.
I squinted my eyes and just wanted to sleep.
But-
Just as I was falling asleep, the phone rang in the quiet room.
It was supposed to be a gentle movie theme song, but at this moment it sounded like a terrifying ringing sound in the middle of the night.
There was a bit more horror for no reason.