Rebirth of the famous family in the entertainment industry

Chapter 351 The Death of Sister Ning (4)
Song Wang was the first to come, and entered the study without looking sideways. He was first attracted by the rows of identical book cover covers on the solid wooden stand at hand.

At first glance, those covers were all a slightly gloomy dark red.

The few books closest to the line of sight, a few lines of words jumped into my eyes.

"Strange Tales from a Liaozhai Studio", "The Classic of Mountains and Seas", "The Romance of the West Chamber", "The Peony Pavilion", "Evening Chats in Penglai"... Sister Ning's books are also quite suitable for her.

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Song Wang felt that how boring a person must be to carefully make the cover of each book by himself.

There are several bookshelves full, which is really dazzling.

Song Wang looked away. On the table, there was only a long-necked glass bottle filled with water and two flowers inserted in the water.

It should be rose, one dark red and one light pink.

The two flowers had been pruned, there were no green leaves, the branches were bare, and the flowers were crumbling on the thin branches. It seemed that they were not real flowers.

Song Wang withdrew his eyes lightly, and Sister Ning had already walked to the French window and looked out.

The blazing sunset was reflected from the whole floor-to-ceiling windows, and she seemed to be standing in the gorgeous flames, ready to disappear at any moment.

Song Wang didn't go any further, looked at her back and didn't speak.

Sister Ning seemed to sigh softly, stood slightly sideways, turned her head towards him and smiled: "Song Wang, do you still remember Qingcheng?"

"I remember." Song Wang responded lightly, "How can I forget my hometown?"

After saying this, he seemed to find it strange, looked at Sister Ning steadily, and said slowly: "Are you also from Qingcheng?"

His address is much more polite than before, directly inferior.

Sister Ning smiled, turned her head, looked out the window, and said leisurely, "Yes, I'm from Qingcheng. Do you know why I chose this household? Because of that river."

Sister Ning stretched out her finger, Song Wang raised his leg and took two steps, and saw the river sparkling under the sunset.

"The first time I met your father was in the evening," Sister Ning said in a leisurely voice, looking at the river. "A river passed under the bridge. He jumped on the boat with a smile on his face. child."

"You know my father?" Song Wang asked with a slightly surprised expression.

"I love him." Sister Ning said.

Song Wangchui slightly tightened one hand by his side and clenched it into a fist, as if suddenly thinking of something, he looked up at her steadily.

"It's me." Sister Ning said slowly, "It is rumored that the woman who ruined your family is me."

Song Wang looked at her for a long while without speaking.

Sister Ning looked at him, as if it had been a long time, and she never spoke.

The sunset glow outside the window was more colorful, and Song Wang's picturesque eyebrows and eyes were reflected in the magnificent colors. Sister Ning looked at him sideways, feeling dazed for a moment, and reached out her hand to touch his face.

As soon as Song Wang grasped her wrist, he seemed depressed and gritted his teeth vigorously.

"That's Song Qinghui's choice, it's no different from anyone else. Leave the capital, I can treat it as if I never knew you." Song Wang held her wrist and almost broke it. After a long while, he said lightly, let go of her wrist, Turn around and want to leave.

Sister Ning was a few years older than him, and she had done a lot of things for him in private over the years. Now that the truth had come to light, he was too lazy to care about it.

Who is to blame for emotional matters?

If it wasn't for Song Qinghui's intentions, how could it be possible for the Song family to fall into this situation with her alone.

Song Wang pursed his lips tightly, and walked out the door with big strides.

Behind him, Sister Ning looked at his tall and straight back, smiled wryly and said, "You blamed him wrongly."

In one sentence, Song Wang stopped in place again without turning his head.

"I was wishful thinking. I have always loved him. I even knew him earlier than your mother, but these are actually useless. He went to the capital, fell in love with your mother at first sight, pursued to conquer her, and brought her back to Qingcheng. But He has never changed his mind. From the beginning to the end, the only person he loves is your mother. You should know that he called your mother Xiangxiang. Now that you have a lover, don’t you feel the love in those names? "Sister Ning was behind him, wrapping her arms around her arms, and said softly.

Song Wang turned around slowly in her voice, and said word by word: "But my mother killed him."

"She misunderstood." Sister Ning said with a wry smile, "Your father was drunk outside, I took the initiative to approach him, hugged him and kissed him, and took him to the room, and was seen by your mother. I deliberately wanted to have something to do with him What, but he ran away in shock."

"Song Wang?" Sister Ning looked at him and asked tentatively, "Are you blaming me?"

She didn't feel guilty before, she didn't feel guilty before.

But these years, watching Song Wang, watching him go from Qingcheng to Beijing, watching him change from a handsome young man like jade to a man who is often indifferent and undisciplined.

Because of the ruin of his own family and his departure from his hometown, even though he goes higher, he is not necessarily happier than before.

Now that he has a beloved woman, his heart is finally softened because of this, but she feels guilty.

Sister Ning looked at him with a worried and expectant expression.

Song Wang was stunned for a long time, and suddenly pursed his lips and smiled. He looked at her with a smile on his face, as if feeling at a loss, rubbed his fingers on his thin pale lips, and asked with a smile, "Is it your fault?"

Sister Ning stared at him blankly.

Song Wang gritted his teeth: "I wish I could kill you."

"If I can die by your hands, I am willing." Sister Ning put down her arms around her, looked serious, and said with a wry smile, "Song Wang, if I can die by your hands, I am willing."

"My mother, can you come back?" Song Wang looked at her, approached slowly step by step, stretched out his hand to clasp her slender neck, pushed her to the window, tightened his fingers hard, and said word by word, " Kill you, my mother, can she come back? Song Qinghui, can she come back?"

Sister Ning was pinched by her neck and lifted higher and higher. She coughed violently and was unable to speak.

"Can you come back? Ah!" Song Wang asked sternly, and the next moment, he let go of his hand and threw her directly along the window. With a "bang", the desk was knocked back a step.

(End of this chapter)