After the top movie queen, the love drama set collapsed

Chapter 210 The Past
"Do they really not care about Aunt Song?"

Sheng Jiaojiao asked.

Wen Xuyan glanced at Song Chun, who was watching TV in the living room, and made sure she wasn't paying attention before continuing, "Well, I visited Aunt Song a few times in the first year she was imprisoned, but she never went there again. ”

In his story, Sheng Jiaojiao learned that Song Chun was sentenced for embezzling public funds.

"Misappropriation of public funds?"

She felt a little strange,
"How could Aunt Song, a caregiver, embezzle public funds?"

It's not like she's the leader of the orphanage, she's just a basic employee. She doesn't even have the money, so how can she misappropriate it?

"Because there were not many people in the orphanage who were qualified for a project at that time, so the director gave the project to Aunt Song, who had graduated from college."

Wen Xuyan recalled while choosing vegetables,

"University graduates at that time were naturally favored by the dean."

"Then what did Aunt Song do with the money? You can't spend it yourself, right?" Sheng Jiaojiao glanced at Song Chun, who was wearing simple clothes outside, and intuitively felt that she was not that kind of person.

She has seen too many different kinds of people in the entertainment industry, good and bad, real and hypocritical, honest and cunning...

As for Song Chun, she thinks she is a good person.

"According to Aunt Song, it is to treat her husband's illness."

"Cure?"

"Well, Aunt Song's husband was seriously ill at the time, and the surgery required was very expensive. If the surgery was not done as soon as possible, his life would be in danger. She said that was why she came up with the idea of ​​using public funds for the project."

Sheng Jiaojiao was thoughtful, so it made sense.

There are many definitions of a good person. Can a person deny that she is a good person if she has done many good things but only done one bad thing?
She couldn't tell.

From a legal perspective, Song Chun indeed violated the law; but from a moral perspective, she had her own reasons.

But this difficulty does not excuse her crime.

"Aunt Song went to jail because of her husband. Did her husband divorce her? Is it just because Aunt Song went to jail?"

Wen Xuyan hummed.

"Half a year after Aunt Song was imprisoned, her husband was discharged from the hospital, and the first thing he did after he was discharged was divorce."

"This is too scumbag!"

Sheng Jiaojiao frowned fiercely, filled with indignation.

"Aunt Song agrees?"

"Yes, agreed. She said he didn't want to delay her husband and children."

The vegetables were being stir-fried in the pot, crackling as loudly as her mood at this time.

That was his wife and the mother of his child. If he said he didn't want it, he wouldn't want it. If he said he wanted a divorce, he would get a divorce.

Then who did Aunt Song spend the past eight years in prison for?Those eight years were meaningless.

The kitchen was quiet for a while. Sheng Jiaojiao was cutting the eggplant gloomily, as if she was cutting into the heartless man.

Wen Xuyan stopped talking and stir-fried the vegetables in the pot.

I remembered the time when Song Chun was released from prison six years ago. It was when he was busy working on his undergraduate thesis in his junior year. He had never skipped class before and skipped class for the first time.

He waited at the prison gate early and saw the heavy iron door slowly opened and Song Chun walked out.

In the past eight years, he often came to visit her, watching her black hair turn gray bit by bit, and watching wrinkles appear one after another on her face.

Today, she seems a little older.

He saw Song Chun's confused eyes when he came out, and the moment he caught him, he lit up, and then showed his familiar gentle smile, just like when he was in the orphanage.

She walked towards him, her steps staggering a little, "Didn't I say I wouldn't let you come? There are no classes in school today?"

Wen Xuyan took the bag she was carrying, held her arm, and lied, "Well, there's no class."

"You don't come here if you don't have classes. You are busy with your paper, so you don't need to be distracted by me."

Song Chun patted the back of his hand, speaking sincerely.

"The paper has been written, so there will be no distractions. And we haven't had dinner together for a long time. I will take you to dinner."

"well."

Wen Xuyan took her to eat in the commercial street next to the school and took her for a walk around the school. When the sun was about to set, Song Chun said she was leaving.

"Where are you going?"

"They asked me to live with my son and daughter."

"Did they contact you?"

Wen Xuyan was a little surprised. One year after Aunt Song was imprisoned, her children had not visited her.

"Well, they said they were too busy with work to see me before, but now that their jobs are stable, they can take care of me."

Hearing this, although he felt a little strange, he was still happy for her, "Then I'll take you there and let's take a taxi."

"Need not,"

Song Chun stopped him,
"I'll just go by myself. If you contact me in the future, just call me. It's still the old number."

"But……"

"It's okay. I'm not a child. I can still take a taxi and I have money. Don't worry about it."

Wen Xuyan had no choice but to listen to her.
"Then if you tell me when you arrive, I will feel relieved."

"No problem, the aunt is gone."

After that day, he saw Song Chun again not in her children's community, but in a mobile house.

That day he went out to eat with his classmates, but suddenly he saw Song Chun washing dishes in the alley behind a small restaurant.She wiped her hands on her apron, took her salary from the restaurant owner, and thanked her with a smile.

He watched her take off her apron, put her salary in her pocket, buy some unsold food from the restaurant, and then walk down the alley.

He said he had something urgent to say and said goodbye to his classmates. He followed quickly and saw Song Chun entering a mobile cabin - like a temporary residence provided to workers on a construction site.

Didn’t she say she was staying at her children’s house?
Didn't she say it was very good?

Didn't she say he didn't need to worry?

So what is he seeing now?
"Aunt Song."

He saw that Song Chun's body froze the moment she heard his voice, her hand holding the vegetables also stopped, and her whole body became cramped.

"Xiaoyan..."

"What are you doing here?"

She was as uneasy as a child who was caught lying. She smoothed her messy hair with her hands and made a final struggle. "I just can't stay idle. Come out and find something to do."

Wen Xuyan walked into the small wooden room and looked around. There were two bunk beds and there were obviously other people living there. The area was so small that there was only room for one person standing in the middle aisle.

"Do you need to live here when you go to work?"

"The boss provides room and board, right? I want to live here to be closer to work. My son and daughter don't agree, so I want to live here myself."

"Aren't you telling the truth?"

He held his forehead with a headache,

"Did your son and daughter never contact you from the beginning? Did they never ask you to go back and live with them?"

The boardroom became quiet, Song Chun lowered his head, rubbed the corners of his clothes, and said weakly 'yes'.

Wen Xuyan was holding back his anger, and he stepped forward to hold Song Chun, "You come with me, we will go find them now. You are their mother, do they not even recognize their mother?!"

"Xiaoyan, don't go, it's useless."

Song Chun pulled him back,
"They have long since disowned me as their mother. I just pretend that I never gave birth to them. I am fine on my own."

(End of this chapter)