Fast Travel: Crazy Criticism of Beauty Always Conspiring against Me

Chapter 278 Substitute Marriage: Warlord Marshal VS No.1 Actress (85)

She knew that she was no longer good enough for Song Ci.

No matter what, she hoped that the person in front of her would be safe forever.

When Song Ci returned home, the old butler in front came over anxiously, staggered and almost fell, Xin Hao and Song Ci quickly supported him.

"What's wrong with Uncle Tong so anxious?"

It was the first time Song Ci saw the old butler in such a hurry, he always had a bad feeling in his heart.

"Director Zhang just rushed over from Sioux City and is anxious to see you!"

"Uncle Zhang? What about others?"

Song Ci's eyes were a little impatient.

Uncle Zhang has been under the jurisdiction of Sioux City. If there is no emergency, although he will not leave his job easily and come back.

"There's a room in the front yard!"

As soon as the old housekeeper finished speaking, Song Ci took the lead to step down. Ren Qiren heard about this and went with Song Ci decisively. Shen Yu and his brothers and sisters who were helping Shen Qing to get the medicine didn't listen to what was said before, and asked the next person. Said to go to the front yard.

Song Ci opened the door and saw Uncle Zhang lying on the bed covered in blood. Hearing the sound of the door opening, he turned his head to look at the person coming.

The moment I saw Song Ci, tears almost flowed out: "Ci..."

Song Ci immediately stepped forward, seeing him stretching out his hand and holding it back, his eyes were a little nervous, Uncle Zhang loved her the most, how could Song Ci not be nervous now that he was dying?
"Uncle Zhang, what's wrong with you? What happened? How did you get hurt like this?"

Song Ci spoke quickly as soon as he was in a hurry.

Director Zhang couldn't finish answering all at once and tried his best to finish with his last breath: "Some time ago, the foreign devils and the commander-in-chief broke down. No……"

Song Ci saw that his eyes widened, he began to cough, his cheeks turned red, and he patted his back anxiously: "Uncle Zhang, speak slowly."

Director Zhang raised his fingers high and his arms were still trembling, pointing in one direction: "Study, I have something for..."

Song Ci looked into his scarlet eyes, and died before he finished speaking. The blood in his hand was a dazzling red, which made people dizzy.

"Uncle Zhang!"

Song Ci didn't hear what he said next, but saw his palms slipping down, and the corners of his eyes were a little red, after a while.

Ren Qinian looked at her red eyes, knelt down, and raised his hand to touch her face, "Ah Ci, he already..."

Song Ci slowed down for a while, then stood up, the expression in his eyes became more and more cold, "Just now Uncle Zhang said that there is something in the study, I'll go and have a look, and you can deal with the rest."

Ren Qinian didn't say a word, watching Song Ci raised his hand and rubbed his eyebrows tiredly, the soreness in his eyes flashed past.

Song Ci went to the study.

Standing in front of the door, he stretched out his hand and opened the door.

This study belongs to her father, she has never set foot in it, she came here once when she was a child, and now is the second time.

The sun shines in, and the furnishings in the room are still exactly the same as in my childhood impressions, and the table is still the one that was accidentally broken when I came in when I was a child.

In a daze, she seemed to see her father's stern look again. Seeing the thing, she was so distressed that she felt like she was dying. It really hurt when the stick hit her.

She remembered that thing, which was given to him by her mother at that time.

It was also the only object she brought back from her natal home.

Song Ci twitched the corners of his lips.

"I wonder if that old thing is dead?"

Reaching out to open the drawer, there are some records in it, and some pictures of her mother.

They were all useless, and Song Ci couldn't find anything special about what Uncle Zhang said.

Holding a cassette and stuffing it into the tape machine next to it, the sound inside poured out slowly.

The woman's singing is extremely pleasant, as melodious and clear as a yellow warbler.

At Song Shenglin's most desolate age, she gave up her status as the eldest lady and resolutely married him.

And when Song Shenglin and Huang Tengda achieved a career, they mercilessly abandoned them.

Song Ci wanted to laugh, and felt more and more familiar listening to the song, and reached out to find a letter from the cabinet next to it.

When I opened it up, it turned out to be a repair book and a letter of apology.

The revised book is for Shen Yu, and the letter is for Song Ci.

After reading the content above, Song Ci really wanted to laugh, so he laughed too, and his smile became colder and colder.

She still remembers that when she was very young, her mother always told her that her identity as a woman should not be exposed no matter what. Song Shenglin's mother was a conservative person, and she only wanted a grandson, and she had to force her mother to give birth to a son to be theirs. The daughter-in-law of the family.

She still remembers that her mother was seriously ill and the old woman was reluctant to spend a penny to buy medicine for her. She still remembered that before she died in the rainy night, she told herself in every possible way not to let them know her identity. She still remembered that she lived alone with them when she was a child. Every day when she was frightened, she tried her best to disguise herself as a boy...

The majestic daughter, after death, there is only the pit of the future.

The old woman finally came back after suffering, and he didn't wait for him to apologize for this time.

Song Ci couldn't help laughing, raised his hand to cover his eyes, tears rolled down between his fingers, hit the ground, and splashed a splash.

The letter in her hand was tightly held by her, forming a layer of wrinkles.

She put down her hand, lit the candlestick on the table, and pushed the letter in her hand.

Tongues of fire devoured the paper, and the writing on it disappeared little by little.

There are only a few words that can be seen clearly.

"Ci'er, I've been sorry to you all these years, and even more so to your mother."

"If you were a woman, you must look like her."

"It was only later that I learned about my mother's persecution of Changlin. I also later learned how harsh she was on you and made so many wrong things. I didn't even come back to attend your mother's funeral."

"Now I regret how much I left you with my parents."

……

Song Ci twitched the corners of his lips mockingly, with the fire in his eyes, he said to himself.

"Even if you came back to attend the funeral, it was useless. My mother died, and it was you who caused it..."

The door suddenly opened from the outside.

Song Ci subconsciously looked across.

　I will go to the hospital for surgery tomorrow (╥ω╥`), and it will take about a week to get out of the hospital.There is no way to update more these days. The manuscripts saved in the past two days are updated once a day, and they are all put at [-]:[-] in the morning.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)