Song Minghui said coldly without even looking up: "No."
The sound of dishes colliding was extremely loud.
Ding-dong.
Song Yiyi tilted her head and stared at Song Minghui without blinking, "Really?"
She looked nonchalant and said casually, "That's really strange. I don't know what happened. I was packing my things the other day and found a stack of photos in my bag. I look a lot like the women in the photos."
The bowl in Song Minghui's hand fell into the basin with a thud.
He paused for two seconds, then picked up the dishes and continued washing them as if nothing had happened. "I've been in the car all day, I'm tired, so I'll go to sleep."
The veins on Song Minghui's forehead bulged, and it was obvious that he was holding back his temper.
This was a sign that Song Yiyi would be scolded.
Memory pierced, the last time she found her diary, when the two of them had a quarrel at home, Song Minghui's face was as ugly as it is now.
It's as black as the ash at the bottom of a pot.
Song Yiyi sighed, "Dad, I'm just asking casually, are you really unwilling to tell me?"
She came here this time just to get the answers to the questions in her heart.
If Song Minghui doesn't want to tell her.
She will have to think of other ways.
Song Yiyi looks exactly like Qianyu, and by chance she travels through time and space into Qianyu's body.
This is normal.
But what if 䥉㹏’s mother looked the same as her mother.
And it is very strange that such photos were left when the child was only fifteen or sixteen years old.
Her intuition told her.
These things are inextricably linked.
The mystery surrounding Cen Yue cannot be solved for the time being, so Song Yiyi doesn't need to be curious.
But she can't do that here.
Song Minghui put down the bowl and turned to look at Song Yiyi, his tone serious: "Do you really want to know?"
The child has grown up.
Have your own ideas.
Song Minghui knew in his heart that he couldn't hide it forever.
"Yiyi, your mother has passed away so many years ago. She was gone when you were born."
Song Minghui spoke with deep meaning, "People should look forward. Can't you just... live your life well?"
Song Yiyi suddenly felt sad.
She pursed her lips, "I look a lot like her, don't I?"
Song Minghui bent his back slightly and sat dejectedly on a stool in the corner of the kitchen, staring blankly into space.
When Cen Yue called, he had guessed that this moment would come.
Song Minghui began to tell the story slowly.
Song Yiyi's mother is Jiang Wei.
There was a family in the next village who had many sons and not enough food, so they drove their daughter out and left her to wander around and fend for herself.
One day she ran to Songjia Village.
At that time, Song Minghui's family was a wealthy family in the village.
War period.
Song Minghui's mother was soft-hearted and couldn't bear to see the little girl being bullied without being able to fight back.
Drive away those who bullied Jiang Wei.
She was also given a bowl of rice.
After Jiang Wei finished eating, she held on to the corner of Grandma Song's clothes and refused to let go. Wherever she went, Jiang Wei followed.
He's already eight years old.
Jiang Wei couldn't even finish her words. She just opened her big watery eyes and looked at Grandma Song pitifully.
Grandma Song was mean to her on purpose.
She didn't let go and smiled foolishly at Grandma Song.
Everyone in the village said that the child was a fool.
When Grandma Song slept, she slept under the kang, still holding the corner of Grandma Song's clothes, and did not let go all night.
In this way, Jiang Wei stayed in the Song family.
Grandma Song and Grandpa Song adopted Jiang Wei.
She was also given the surname Song.
The Song family is very poor.
In Song Minghui's lifetime, he was the only child born.
Because of poor brain.
Song Wei would be bullied by children of the same age.
Song Minghui always protected her and took good care of her.
Soon, Song Wei became Song Minghui's little tail and followed him all day long.
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