In the bedroom, Song Xinghe was having a heated discussion with Pang Cananan.
Xinghe, you should tell him the truth. Pang Jiannan said.
Song Xinghe looked grim and sighed: "I'm afraid he won't be able to accept it for a while."
"He is an adult and should be able to withstand pressure." Pang Jianan said: "Hiding and tucking in like this is not the answer. If the misunderstanding is deepened, it will be a trouble in the future."
Song Xinghe thought for a while and said, "What you said makes sense. Just wait until I solve the immediate trouble for him... Killing the Wu family is the top priority right now."
"I'm just afraid of children making random guesses." Pang Jianan said quietly.
The words have not yet been spoken!
The thick room door was kicked open!
It's Song Ziyu!
Song Ziyu walked in with red eyes.
"Song Ziyu, what are you doing?" Song Xinghe was stunned and couldn't help but ask.
"You scum! Don't think that giving me any favors will make me forgive you. There is no way!" Song Ziyu raised his fists and roared: "You caused my mother to suffer so much, but you are here enjoying the glory and wealth. What a bastard!" You are an out-and-out scum... I will beat you to death!"
Talking!
Song Ziyu was about to hit Song Xinghe with his fist.
Song Xinghe sat there blankly, not knowing how to dodge.
It was obvious that the situation in front of him was beyond Song Xinghe's imagination.
…
Song Ziyu stared at Song Xinghe.
But seeing confusion and relief in Song Xinghe's eyes, he also felt a little guilty.
This made Song Ziyu lose three points of his ferocity, and he gave rise to a trace of hesitation in his heart.
Then...Song Ziyu's fist couldn't fall.
Pang Cananan threw himself on Song Xinghe, trying to block Song Xinghe's fist.
As the saying goes, every injustice has its own owner.
Song Ziyu is not a violent person.
Besides, Song Ziyu never hits women, so this punch cannot land.
"Get out of the way!" Song Ziyu said.
"Speak slowly if you have something to say, Ziyu... What are you doing?"
Pang Jianan was so frightened that his face turned pale.
Song Ziyu pulled Pang Cananan away, and then started to hit Song Xinghe.
But seeing Song Xinghe sitting on the bed with an upright look, Song Ziyu couldn't help but feel a little puzzled and angry.
"The Romance of Fairy Wood"
Song Xinghe's calm expression was definitely not what he wanted to see.
He should feel guilty and panicked.
Can a person be so sanctimonious if he makes a mistake?
But no matter how you think about it...the fist has fallen!
The fist was pointed directly at Song Xinghe's forehead, and Song Ziyu was preparing to hit Song Xinghe with one punch.
but!
Song Xinghe actually didn't even try to hide, he just sat on the edge of the bed and stared at himself.
Song Ziyu hesitated!
This fist...
After all, I still can’t let go.
The relationship between heaven, earth and human beings...filial piety comes first.
The scumbag in front of him...is his father after all.
Song Ziyu couldn't take action.
After all, I am not a cruel person...
"Song Ziyu, what are you doing?" Pang Jianan was shocked and asked quickly.
At this time, Song Ziyu was at war with nature in his heart, and finally cursed fiercely: "You couple of bitches, don't let me come back to you again. Good men are born between heaven and earth, and I will not accept your love."
After saying that, Song Ziyu turned around and left.
Song Ziyu didn't want to stay in this place for a moment longer.
"Stop!" Song Xinghe's scolding came from behind.
Song Ziyu turned around and looked at Song Xinghe coldly.
Song Xinghe slowly exhaled a breath, and then said: "Song Ziyu, who do you think I am?"
"What do you mean by this?" Song Ziyu was confused.
Song Xinghe straightened his sweaty pajamas, and then gasped: "Didn't Su Quan tell you who I am?"
"You scum! Even my mother is ashamed to mention your name." Song Ziyu said coldly.
At this time, Pang Jianan said: "Tzuyu, you may have misunderstood one thing... Xinghe is not your father."
"What?" Song Ziyu was stunned.
"To be precise, Xinghe is your uncle, and he is your father's biological brother." Pang Jianan explained.
Song Ziyu: "..."
This change was really beyond Song Ziyu's expectation.
But Song Ziyu is extremely smart and figured it out as soon as he changed his mind!
Song Ting is a junior, so she is older than herself, which is not normal.
Because his father only left after his mother became pregnant with Xinyi.
I was only in my teens at the time...
Although the image of his father is quite vague, there is still a big gap between Song Xinghe's appearance and the father in his memory...
In my memory, my father was thin and had a sad face, always looking worried and anxious.
This is in huge contrast to Song Xinghe's slightly fatter image.
Moreover, Song Xinghe's sense of calmness and self-reliance was very strong. This was an aura that his father in memory had never had.
Song Ziyu understood.
It was because I was so anxious that I recognized the wrong person.
"I'm sorry...Uncle, I was rude." Song Ziyu apologized.
Song Xinghe sighed and said: "That's all, we are a family after all, just don't be so impulsive in the future... I almost scared you to death."
Song Xinghe was so angry that he cursed.
Song Ziyu blushed when he heard this and asked hesitantly: "Uncle...where is my scumbag father now?"
Song Xinghe's face turned cold: "Ziyu, you must show some respect to your father! He had his own reasons for leaving you and your mother."
Song Ziyu sneered when he heard this: "The difficulty? What other difficulties can there be? Isn't it to pursue his personal happiness? Uncle, your life is so superior, I guess his life is not much worse! Now I can understand why he wants to The mother who left.”
Compared to the cramped Tongzilou in Mu County, who can refuse a manor king-bed room?
Can you refuse?
…
"Tzuyu, things are not what you think!" Pang Cananan said excitedly: "Your father just told your mother a white lie..."
"A white lie? You call this a white lie?" Song Ziyu felt that her views were shattered!
Do the people from these wealthy and wealthy families have brains in their heads?
Is this a white lie?
At this time, Pang Jianan looked at Song Xinghe and said, "Now that things have come to this point, you should tell your child the truth!"
Song Xinghe sighed and said: "Song Ziyu, come with me, I will take you to a place."
After saying that, Song Xinghe opened the door and walked forward on his own.
Song Ziyu's heart was pounding!
Because I realize that I will meet that man again.
How should I handle myself?
I must question him on behalf of my mother!
Ask him why!
Why do you treat your mother like this?
…
Song Xinghe opened the door of the room, walked through the manor path, and came to another small attic not far away.
The three-story wooden attic looks quaint and lifeless.
The Wenxiu bamboo forest outside the attic is lush and green, with dark shadows at night.
His father actually lives here?
Shouldn't it?
Song Ziyu's mind was filled with doubts.
Song Xinghe walked to the attic and pushed open the unlocked door, revealing the dim inner room.
Red candles, fragrance, oil lamps...
Under the dim light, squares of neatly arranged tablets came into view.
Song Ziyu felt dizzy and her breathing became extremely rapid.
"This is the clan tablet I invited from the Song Family Ancestral Hall. Your father's tablet is inside."
Every word Song Xinghe said was like a big hammer hitting his heart, making his heart unbearable.
