Chapter 1112

After a pause, Zheng Jiaren continued: "but, little mom, are you going too far? Even if you are outside, how can you bring people home? Pay attention."

Song Lei just came in. He had been waiting for Miss Zheng for a long time. Seeing that she didn't go out, he just came in to have a look. Ah Huo still knew him. After all, he had a holiday with Rong Mingyuan.

Song Lei looks at the person sitting on the sofa in the living room and asks her: "what's the matter"

ZHENG Jiaren pulls him out: "nothing's wrong, I'm gone."

Song Lei was pushed to the outside by Zheng Jiaren. After they left, Yang Qingge was relieved. She urged ah Huo: "go quickly, and don't come in the future."

"What about the child"

ah Huo lovingly kisses the child on the cheek.

Yang Qingge's face already had a look of impatience: "well, I'll take my children to see you, you go quickly"

ah Huo left Zheng's house reluctantly.

In the car, song Lei asked her, "how can ah Huo be in your house"

ZHENG Jiaren took her nails and said, "Yang Qingge can't help but bring people to my home. I really look at her with new eyes."

After a pause, Zheng's eyes suddenly stare at Song Lei. Her eyes are as bright as if they had been burned. Song Lei's voice trembles: "what do you want, what do you want"

Zheng's eyes stare at him: "after we get married, if you dare to find someone outside, I'll kill your family"

when song Lei shakes, he suddenly thinks funny The whole family is gone. Where is she going to kill.

Zheng looks at Song Lei who suddenly smiles and asks him, "what are you laughing at?"

"nothing, ha ha."

After coming down from the mountain, Su ran receives a strange phone call. She answers it suspiciously. The voice over there is really very familiar. She is a neighbor when she was a child.

"Auntie Wang, what can I do for you"

"Ranran, our house is almost demolished. There are bags of good things that seem to belong to your family. Come and take them."

Su ran agrees and hangs up suspiciously.

After her mother died, she almost never went back to their old house. What would be there? Could it be su Mo's?

she thought so, but she went back.

The old street has been demolished. Many things in her memory no longer exist. Su ran sighs that time passes in a hurry. Time is unforgettable.

She looked for a long time before she found Aunt Wang's residence. Aunt Wang came out of the temporary rental house and said with a smile, "I've dyed it. I haven't seen it for so many years. It's becoming more and more beautiful."

Su ran smiles. Aunt Wang is their neighbor. She was taken care of by Aunt Wang when she was a child. "Aunt Wang is more and more energetic."

She replied with a smile and then asked, "Aunt Wang, you just said on the phone that we have something at home"

Aunt Wang led her into the room with a smile and said, "Ranran, the room is in a mess. You can sit down."

There are a lot of things in the temporary rental house. Su ran sits down on one of the cushions. This kind of messy feeling makes her feel extremely friendly. In the past, Aunt Wang's family was like this. She and Yunshen often hide and seek in this kind of environment.

When I was a child, ha ha, it was hard, but I was always happy.

Su ran sighed. Aunt Wang took out a yellow oilcloth bag and handed it to Su ran.

She had never seen this bag before, but the handwriting on it was familiar to her. The tail of the words always had a little upward, which was her mother's unique handwriting.

"Auntie Wang, how can you know that this package belongs to our family"

there is only a little poem written on it, "you were born before I was born, I was born after you are old. If we don't forget each other for a long time, we'll all be safe. "

Auntie Wang touched the note on it, "I know this word. It's your mother's. before I corresponded with my son, it was all written by your mother. You forgot, ha ha. When this bag was removed from the hole in the wall, no one claimed it. I think it's your mother's, so I helped to take it back."

Maybe this bag should be in Su Ran's hands. Her mother didn't tell her that there was this thing at home.

Su ran thanks and leaves her address so that Aunt Wang can find her at any time, so she leaves here.

Rongcheng is close to the sea. This is the old district of Rongcheng. She used to listen to the sound of the waves and fall asleep. Now, she barefoot on the beach, and the sea water waves over her ankles. She does not have the panic when she saw the sea water before, only the unforgettable memory when she was a child.

I don't know when to build a restaurant by the sea. The restaurant with black and white as the main color looks very elegant. After walking for a while, Su ran slowly walks into the restaurant with the oilcloth bag.

The boss was very enthusiastic. Su ran declined their recommendation and found a small corner alone. She opened the bag with some trembling. Inside, there was only a stack of letter paper and a stack of photos.She put the letterhead aside and looked at the yellowed picture.

Surprisingly, she saw herself in it, one year old, three years old, and what she looked like when she grew up.

She suddenly remembered that when she was a child, her mother would always invite the photographer to take photos of herself and her sister on her birthday. At that time, although their family was poor, taking photos was also a luxury for them at that time, but her mother persisted for a long time.

She thought that her mother didn't keep these photos, but now she accidentally met them.

Turn down again, is mother's young appearance, corner of the eye brow tip with her very similar, just more soft than her eyebrows, also more soft some.

In those photos, she was not surprised to see Qiao Zhenyuan, who was about forty or fifty years old at that time. Through the photos, Su ran could feel how heroic he was at that time.

It's understandable that mother will fall in love with such a man. Su ran thinks so. She accidentally finds that there are handwriting on the back of the photos, even on the back of the photos when she and Su mo were young. Every sentence is mother's best wishes to them.

Among these photos, only one is blank on the back. In that photo, only my mother is alone. She smiles gracefully and lonely, with her back against the sea. An inexplicable sense of loneliness comes to her face.

Su ran felt uncomfortable. She carefully opened the yellow letters. Strangely enough, although the envelopes showed that they had been sent or sent, the letters inside didn't seem to be written to others, but rather like mother's own inner monologue.

She looked at the past as if her mother had never mentioned it to her.

It turned out that her mother left Qiao's home by herself, and she didn't want to ruin Qiao Zhenyuan's life. These letters were full of missing. Her mother never told them, let alone showed any sad information in front of them.

It turns out that not saying it doesn't mean forgetting, not saying it doesn't mean resentment. Her mother's love is deep but not regretful. Su ran suddenly shed tears. She finally understands why there is not a word behind the picture of her mother.

Because, mother said, with them, her world, her life has meaning, without them, her life or so mediocre have passed.

The last letter was written by my mother to myself, or to myself and Su mo.

Su ran looked at it carefully. Her mother's beautiful and fresh handwriting had turned yellow, and many words could not be seen, but she still saw her mother's mind.

She said that if in the future she and Su Mo will meet Qiao Zhenyuan and their own father, don't blame him or hate him, because she likes him so much that she would rather leave and preserve the reputation that Qiao Zhenyuan doesn't care about at all.

The letter even admonished them that if they knew Qiao Zhenyuan in the future, they must be filial to him as they were to themselves.

Su ran put down the letter. If it wasn't for her familiarity with her mother's handwriting, Su ran would doubt whether it was a play played by Aunt Wang, whom Qiao Zhenyuan had deliberately asked for.

Her mother doesn't hate him any more. What else can she do for her?

Su ran suddenly feels that the knot in her heart is suddenly opened. She can't evaluate whether her mother's love is worth it or not, and she can't understand her mother's most real thoughts.

If my mother really thinks so, why did she hide the package in such a secret place? Even if it wasn't for demolition, she would never see it.

The sea breeze blew in along the unclosed window, like the feeling of mother's gentle hand caressing her hair. Su ran picked up the package. Most of the things in it belonged to Qiao Zhenyuan. No matter what she thought in her heart, they belonged to her mother and him. She couldn't possess them, let alone pretend that she didn't know anything.

Su ran sighed, and the only thing left in her mind was a kind of complaint and regret: you gave birth to me, I gave birth to you, and you are old.

Rong Mingyuan sat on the sofa, and Zhu Minghua said that Qiao Yun had gone. The news was unexpected. Qiao's family is now in a precarious state. How can he leave at this time? It's interesting.

Rong now gradually dominates the business circle of Rongcheng. He looks at the world in himself, and suddenly feels inexplicably lonely. Even if he has the whole world, he is still a lonely family. Even song Lei has a home, and he is still alone.

It's not that he didn't want to find another one, but he could never be as cynical as others. He fell in love with Su ran and couldn't let it go any more.

With a bitter smile, he picked up the phone and dialed a number.

Zheng Zhiyuan is out of town. Rong Mingyuan says with a smile, "Mr. Zheng, I haven't had a meal together for a long time. I'll treat you one day."

Is it right to use Zheng Zhiyuan to punish him?

then, let's see who is more powerful.

Back home, there is no accident, Suran saw Qiao Zhenyuan, an old man, washed away yesterday's glory, no anger, see Suran, Qiao Zhenyuan's face with full of apology and guilt, he some helpless called her: "Ranran."