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54 Chapter 54

Perhaps because of being too sensitive in contact with Jiang Can and the others, Song Bai always felt that something was wrong with his cousin, or that there was a sense of disobedience.

If there is no such thing as Jiang Can and the others, he might just listen to an inspirational story about a dandy who wakes up after an accident and has a big change in personality, but the protagonist of the novel can be realized, and it seems that it is not unacceptable to travel through time and be reborn.

I just don't know if this cousin is his real cousin or not.

Before, he thought that Song Jie reminded himself to stay away from Fu Ning because of Fu Ning's identity, but now that he knew Fu Ning's true origin, his doubts became even greater.

"...Did you time travel?" Song Jie took his words in a leisurely manner, without the slightest surprise of being seen through, and even with a faint smile on his face, "It seems that you have already discovered the clues of Fu Ling."

He picked up his tea and took a sip: "Actually, there's nothing to hide, I just went to another world to brush up a dungeon when I was unconscious, it's nothing compared to those around you who came from other worlds. "

So it's time to wear it back after time travel?Song Bai was stunned, and suddenly remembered what Xia Chan said before, the relationship is still in a team.

"Can you see that?"

"A little bit." Song Jie said, "I can only see that something is wrong with them, just like when I just woke up, there was a feeling of, um, a sense of disobedience, a feeling of being out of touch with this world, but I no longer have it, and You can see it alone, this feeling is only beginning to be obvious, and I can't see it after a long time, the child next to you is the most obvious."

Song Bai: "Where's Fu Ling?"

"He..." Song Jie's expression was a bit weird, as if he had discovered something incredible, "He is the most serious one, and the sense of disobedience in his body is about to explode. You can find something wrong with me, why can't you find him?"

"How is it possible..." Song Bai frowned, he did find that Jiang Can and the others were out of place, the main reason was that they didn't get used to it when they first came here, but now there are very few of them, especially Jiang Can, who can't tell at all, but this feeling He had never felt it in Fu Ling, otherwise he wouldn't have discovered the truth now.

Song Jie spread his hands: "Then I don't know, anyway, he is like a 180-watt light bulb in my eyes, that's why I asked you to stay away from him, um..." He put down the glass, showing curiosity, "May I know what your relationship is with these people? Of course, it's fine if it's inconvenient."

Song Bai was a little entangled. Song Jie was very sincere. Normally, he wouldn't tell others about time travel, but he couldn't disregard Jiang Can's wishes and expose them. After thinking about it, he said, "According to what you said, I It can be regarded as dungeon planning, they are the BOSS of each level, probably because they are not satisfied with my planning, so they came to me."

"That's it." Song Jie didn't know what he understood, and patted him on the shoulder, "Thanks for your hard work."

Song Bai could only give him a helpless expression.

The two brothers chatted for a while, and the topic of time travel came to an end. Both parties didn't want to talk about their privacy. After all, their relationship was not good enough to share secrets.

But in the end, Song Jie still said that he can come to him if necessary, and he will definitely give him the greatest help within his ability.

Song Bai naturally expressed his gratitude.

After lunch, Song Jie took him to another house not far from here.

After entering the door, almost without Song Jie's introduction, Song Bai recognized it as the background of the mother's girlhood photo.

"This is where uncles and uncles used to live." Song Jie led him into the living room, "They passed away early, this house was left to your mother at that time, of course, it is yours now."

Song Bai stared at the photos on the wall, startled.

On the wall is an enlarged black and white photo of his grandfather and grandmother whom he has never met. In the photo, they are still very young. The grandmother is holding a little girl in her arms. She is four or five years old and is wearing a beautiful little dress. It should be him. Mother.

"They passed away not long after this photo was taken." Song Jie said, "Sanfang was troubled at that time, accidents happened one after another, and there were private rumors that your mother had a bad horoscope and that she was celibate. You know that people in Hong Kong City believed it. , the grandpa got very angry about this matter, and took your mother to the old house to raise him personally. My dad told me about these things. There were only two of them in the third room at the time. Although they were cousins, they had a very good relationship , after your mother left, my dad was sad for a long time, and he has been sending people to look for him in private."

Song Bai didn't know about this at all. He thought he wouldn't be interested in his mother's affairs, but he didn't interrupt Song Jie when he was talking.

He no longer knows what kind of feelings he has for his mother. He used to regard her almost as heaven. His father was busy with work and didn't care about him. Before junior high school, what his mother instilled in him was everything to him. He never doubted what his mother said. , It can be said that she was completely brainwashed.

At that time, he loved and depended on his mother, and believed her unconditionally, because she was his mother, but when he became sensible, his previously firmly believed cognition was overturned. For him at that time, it was no less painful than destroying the world. Almost doubted life.

And what caused him the most pain, he should have resented and hated her, but no, he found that he didn't hate her deep in his heart, he still regarded her as his mother, and even wanted to comfort her when her father treated her coldly.

Song Bai once felt that he had Stockholm Syndrome, it was sad and ridiculous to be treated like this and still have love, so he could only choose to escape.

Until they have an accident, everything returns to ashes, no matter how painful or entangled it is, it is useless.

Song Bai looked at the photos on the wall, and sighed in his heart.

After visiting the house, Song Jie turned around and took a file bag and handed it to him: "This is something that belongs to your branch. It was left by the grandmother, uncle and uncle, and it was originally distributed to your mother. , has been kept by my dad, and now it has finally returned to the original owner."

Song Bai flipped through a few sheets casually, and the numbers he saw made him speechless. No wonder everyone wanted to be a rich second generation. With so much money, he would spend the rest of his life lying around and spending it casually.

Why worry about 500 million, everyone can afford 5000 million.

He knew that the Song family was rich, but he never expected to be so rich.

"Is it a bit too much..."

Suddenly such a large sum of money was poured down, he was a little bit smart.

"Not many." Song Jie laughed, "It's because there are few people in our third room, so it looks like a lot of divisions. Uncles and uncles left early. Although your mother inherited their inheritance, she left when she was an adult. No one has touched this money, and the part that belongs to her. The grandfather has been helping her manage it. After so many years of money, money has been generated, so there is so much, and there is an inheritance of [-] centimeters. I know what the second room did. , he specially asked me to settle it and hand it over to you."

He said in a relaxed tone: "You are richer than me now, and I want to hug your thigh. If one day I need capital turnover, my cousin must lend me."

Song Bai laughed, took a picture of the document, and said very richly: "Okay, as long as my cousin asks, I can borrow as much as I want!"

Song Jie laughed.

At seven o'clock in the evening, Song Bai followed Song Jie to meet Song Taigong, who had been in charge of the Song family for nearly 60 years.

To Song Bai's surprise, Song Taigong is not in a hospital or a nursing home, but lives on the top floor of a hotel.

"This is our own hotel." Song Jie said, "Grandfather doesn't like the smell of hospitals and nursing homes, so someone rebuilt a room for him on the top floor, which is almost like a ward."

His expression was a little helpless, probably because he really couldn't do anything about the old man's stubbornness.

Song Bai was a little nervous. He only met Song Jie in the Song family. Song Jie was very close to him, and they were close in age—at least on the outside. It was not difficult to get along, but getting along with the elders, especially the elderly , he really has no experience.

As far as he can remember, his father and mother moved out to live alone, and only returned to his grandfather's house during the New Year. At that time, his grandfather reunited with his first wife, and he hated his father, the son whose biological mother ran away with others, and went there in a hurry every time. Walking away in a hurry, he never got along with the elders of his grandparents.

Coupled with the halo of the Song family, it is inevitable that there is some fear in my heart.

"Don't be afraid." Song Jie saw his uneasiness, and comforted him, "As the saying goes, old children, old children, apart from being a bit stubborn, the grandpa is actually very talkative. You can just go along with him and coax him as much as you can."

Song Bai settled down: "Okay."

The elevator went straight to the top floor, and there was only one family, the Taigong, on the whole floor. When you walked around the hall, you saw Mr. Song waiting in the living room.

The 92-year-old man is much thinner than the photos that Song Bai has seen carefully taken. He is sitting on a wheelchair. Although he has oxygen in his nose, he seems to be in good spirits. He looks serious and imposing. .

"Grandfather, let's see who's here." Song Jie's serious face disappeared and he smiled.

Song Baizhen didn't feel so uneasy when he saw someone, he followed Song Jie forward and said, "Hello."

As soon as Song Taigong stretched out his hand, a gray-haired man next to him, probably a housekeeper, took out a pair of glasses and put them on. Song Taigong put on the glasses: "Come here, come closer."

Song Bai approached, simply squatted down, paused, and said softly: "Grandfather."

Song Taigong sized him up carefully with his already cloudy eyes, and was slightly disgusted: "Except for the eyes, everything else is not like sound." After a pause, "It's not good, it's more beautiful."

"..." Song Bai sweated slightly.

In terms of appearance alone, his mother is indeed inferior to his father. His mother can only be said to be a temperamental little beauty. After all, the genes of the men of the Song family are there. But his father is a handsome guy who really wins with his five senses.

Song Bai once deeply suspected that the reason why his mother fell in love with his father in the first place was not only his sweet words, but also his face.

And he obviously inherited his mother's face control.

Song Taigong didn't seem to like wearing glasses, so he took them off after scrutinizing them. He waved his hand to signal Song Bai to sit back, and the housekeeper and Song Jie also retreated under his motion.

There were only the two of them in the living room.

"Eat some candies." Song Taigong Xu pointed to the coffee table, "Don't be nervous."

Thinking of Song Jie's advice, Song Bai pinched a piece of chocolate candy along with him, peeled it off and put it in his mouth. The milk-flavored chocolate melted in his mouth, and his mood calmed down.

Song Taigong said: "I already know about your parents, your mother..." He sighed, "It's not her godfather's fault to raise her. Although I'm not her father, I brought her by my side since I was a child, and she became like that. , is my responsibility, I did not teach her well."

He pressed his hands before Song Bai could speak: "You don't have to speak for her. If you make a mistake, you are wrong. Parents make mistakes too. If you make a mistake, you should bear it. If she is alive, I will personally ask her to say sorry to you."

Song Bai was startled, his throat was blocked: "...Thank you."

He thought Taigong Song called him here to remember his mother, but he didn't expect him to say such a thing.

"Sit up straight!" Song Taigong was full of air, "Hold your head up and chest out, it's not your fault, what are you afraid of!"

Song Bai sat down obediently, not daring to vent his breath.

"A little boy dares to abduct my granddaughter. If your mother didn't hide it from me back then, I would break his leg!"

Song Taigong spent 5 minutes criticizing Song Bai's father from head to toe.

Although Song Bai really wanted to applaud and agree, but based on the last bit of affection from the Son of Man, he just listened silently without saying a word.

"Your mother did something wrong and got retribution. She deserves it. It has nothing to do with you. You don't need to feel guilty for her, and your bastard father. Fortunately, he has the brains to know that he is free. Otherwise, let me find him and tell someone Throw him into the sea!"

He slowed down his tone: "You are not like your mother or your father. It's very good. If you want to feel guilty, it's their guilt. If you want to blame yourself, it's their own fault. It's them who are ashamed. You are not wrong."

In the eyes of the old man is the wisdom that has been realized in a lifetime, and although his expression is serious, it implies kindness.

Song Bai suddenly had a sore nose.

It seemed that he had been looking forward to it for a long time, just to hear someone tell him that.

You are fine, you are not wrong.

When he first found out that he was being abused, in addition to shock and pain, he also had fear. Did he do something wrong? Was it because he was not good enough that his mother treated him like this.

He worked hard, always ranked first in the exam, and became more obedient. He did whatever his mother asked him to do, but it was useless. His obedience was exchanged for his mother's intensified torture.

He can't tell others about this kind of thing, and he can't tell others. He once mentioned it to his good classmates, but what he got in return was their envy and suspicion.

"What are you, look at me, mixed doubles, it's so miserable, I want to run away from home!"

"That's right, your mother is so good, it's nothing to be locked up. Look at me, my ear is almost broken by my mother. Is this still my real mother?"

"I'm the worst, okay? I have to earn my own pocket money. I wash my dad's car in winter, and my hands are almost freezing."

……

So he didn't say any more. In the eyes of outsiders, he has a successful father and a gentle and kind mother. He couldn't be happier.

The illusion confuses him.

Yes, I am so happy, what is there to be dissatisfied with.

Mother is for my own good, so she must be obedient.

He was numb for a long time until he couldn't bear it anymore and chose to escape.

Now someone tells him, you are fine, you are not wrong.

Especially this person is Song Taigong, the mother's grandfather. He said that his mother was wrong, but he was not wrong.

Song Bai almost shed tears at this moment.

"Okay." Song Taigong didn't give him time to be moved, and said disgustedly, "Don't learn from your uncle, a man has to look like a man, tell me about you, and you can say what you remember. "

Song Bai blinked away the moisture in his eyes, and said with a smile, "Okay."

The author has something to say: I’m really sorry that I owe so many chapters, I’m envious that you can spend your summer vacation leisurely.