He didn't understand at that time, even though he was also a child and was not old, why couldn't his father love him more?

Later, every year he grew up, and if there were any bumps during this period, my father always favored others and didn't understand the whole story, so he immediately scolded him.

Even if someone falsely accused him, his father would scold him without saying anything. Even if the truth was revealed later, his father never said anything to him. Even if he didn't apologize, his father wouldn't say it.

In his gray childhood, Xie Weiran was the first light to penetrate.

At that time, he came to the capital. Although he seemed very calm, he was very panicked. He was afraid that he would cause trouble for his aunt.

He is always alone, and he is afraid that others will look at him with strange eyes.

Until he met Xie Weiran.

At that time, she was still a little bit round, but she was very imposing. She loved to bully herself and tease herself.

However, she will stand up when she is bullied, and will stand up for herself when she is framed.

I still remember something happened at that time.

During a banquet, a young man lost his jade pendant. The people accused him of stealing it without saying a word and even took him to meet the official.

At that time, he was very scared, his face was so white that he was afraid of going to see the official and causing trouble for his aunt. At that time, no one figured out the whole story, and everyone was accusing him.

But she came over, looked at him with black eyes as bright as grapes, and asked, "Did you steal it?"

He felt very humiliated, tears rolling in his eyes, his face was extremely pale, and his little body was trembling.

He said word by word under her clean and clear vision: "It's not me."

Everyone was laughing.

"Who else can you be if you are not!"

"That's it! The poor boy from the countryside! It must be you!"

"Let's tie him up and send him to the government!"

He suddenly felt like falling into an ice cellar, and the feeling of despair was overwhelming, which made him breathless.

"Shut up!" She scolded loudly, but to him, it was like the sound of nature.

The little Xie Weiran stood in front of him, staring at the young masters, and yelled: "You don't know anything, just say he stole it! If it weren't for him stole it, you should kneel down and call him grandpa, do you dare?"

Song Zhiyu can't remember the subsequent events too clearly, after all, it happened more than ten years ago.

But at that time, her loud and tender voice and roundness, she would never forget her, who was standing in front of him.

Later, he often thought of her, and didn't know what kind of feelings he had for her.

But now, no matter what kind of feelings, they should be buried. They are two people who will not be able to interact with each other, two people on two roads.

The small and short figure often appears in his dreams, just like the cicadas in the summer, always lingering in his heart.

Maybe she had forgotten this matter long ago, but he couldn't forget it, nor could he forget it.

Song Zhiyu frowned and looked down at the ground. His eyes were a little sour and his heart was also swelling. He didn't dare to look down from the stands, for fear that the light flashing in his eyes would be seen by her.

In fact, it would be great to be able to come to Beijing and look at her again.

He was very happy that she could appear when he was in a heavy childhood.
Chapter completed!