Chapter 223 [Song Family Extra] Adopted Daughter
That year, in the old house of the Song family, the summer was long, and the air was always filled with the faint fragrance of wisteria and the faint sound of piano.
Song Qingzhi had just returned from studying abroad. He had a refined and elegant temperament and looked even more calm than when he left.
He is not only the heir apparent of the Song family, but also a rising star in the painting world. The landscapes he paints are lofty and just like himself, gentle and open.
In order to welcome him, Mr. Song held a small banquet at his home, and most of the guests were art celebrities.
Song Qingzhi moved among the guests, chatting and laughing, and behaving appropriately.
His eyes would occasionally sweep across the crowd and inadvertently fall in the direction of the piano.
Sitting in front of the piano is Song Shuhua.
She was wearing a lilac cheongsam with her long hair loosely tied up, revealing her graceful swan neck.
The music flowing from her fingertips on the black and white piano keys is moonlight, a tranquil and slightly melancholic melody, which is in perfect harmony with her calm and elegant temperament.
Many guests stopped to listen with admiration in their eyes.
Song Qingzhi also listened quietly, his eyes fell on Song Shuhua's focused profile, and a smile appeared at the corner of his lips.
He knew that Shuhua played the piano very well, inheriting the true musical heritage of the Song family, and even surpassing them.
There is emotion in her piano playing, something that many technically proficient players lack.
"Brother Qingzhi." A voice sounded softly beside him, with timidity and admiration.
Song Qingzhi came to his senses and turned around to see that it was Song Shurou.
She had dressed up carefully today, wearing a popular dress, looking pretty and charming, but the awkwardness in her eyes could not be erased.
"Shurou."
Song Qingzhi nodded gently and said, "You look beautiful today."
Song Shurou's face immediately flushed: "Thank you, Brother Qingzhi, I have also practiced this piece, but I can never play it well. It doesn't have the flavor of Sister Shuhua..."
Her voice gradually became lower, with a hint of self-deprecation and loneliness.
Song Qingzhi smiled graciously: "Don't underestimate yourself. Shuhua has put a lot of effort into playing the zither."
"Your painting has improved a lot recently, and your sense of color is very good."
He remembered that both sisters were interested in art, and he always tried his best to encourage them fairly.
Song Shurou's eyes lit up, and she asked anxiously, "Really? Then can I take the painting to ask Brother Qingzhi for advice later?"
"Of course." Song Qingzhi answered gently, but it was just out of courtesy as a brother to his sister.
His attention quickly returned to the piano music.
Song Shurou followed his gaze and saw Song Shuhua playing the piano, and the undisguised admiration and tenderness in Song Qingzhi's eyes.
The blush on her face slowly faded, and her fingertips tightened slightly.
She was also the nominal daughter of the Song family, had changed her surname, and was also respectfully called Miss Song by the outside world, but she always felt that she was inferior to Shuhua.
Shuhua is calm and generous, as if she was born to be a part of this scholarly family. However, no matter how hard she tries, she seems unable to fit in, like a cautious guest.
Even Qingzhi, the brother she had secretly admired for so many years, always had his eyes fixed on Shuhua.
The piano music gradually faded and the guests applauded.
Song Shuhua stood up, nodded slightly in thanks, and when she looked up, she saw Song Qingzhi.
She smiled at him, gentle and a little shy, like a white magnolia blooming in early summer.
Song Qingzhi immediately walked towards her, handed her a glass of champagne, and talked to her in a low voice.
The two of them stood together, a handsome man and a beautiful woman, with matching temperaments, and everyone around them seemed to become a background.
Song Shurou stood there, looking at the dazzlingly harmonious picture. The resentment and bitterness in her heart quietly grew and entangled like vines.
Neither she nor her sister were listed in the Song family's genealogy or household registration, so they were not considered his younger sisters, but his childhood sweethearts.
Why can't it be her?
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