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Before the age of six, Song Qinglan always thought that she was happy. Although her father was in poor health, the family was happy and warm.

Compared with the mother who is often away from home and busy with business, his father accompanies her more, spends her birthday with her, takes her to the paradise, plays the piano with her, and draws portraits for him. In Song Qinglan's eyes, he is the most perfect in the world and gentle presence.

Under this contrast, the mother who does not often appear in life is more like a shadow. Her father often makes her understand her mother's busyness, and tells her to respect and love her, because her mother is so busy for them and for many people. Song Qinglan He has been obedient and admires his mother in his heart.

But all the good things in the world seem to be so fragile. In an inadvertent moment, it seems that the most critical node has been hit, and then it is fragmented.

Her father's illness seemed to be neither good nor bad, Song Qinglan would be worried, but she felt that he could still be with him for a long time, but when that moment came, she knew that even the father who loved her the most would not be able to stay with her for a long time .

At the last moment when her father lost consciousness, he still held her hand.

Song Qinglan couldn't forget that moment. He was holding her hand a moment ago and praising her for how good her paintings were, what plans to make together tomorrow, and the next moment he fell down and never opened his eyes again.

The mother rushed back and was silent for a long time. Finally, she just stroked her hair and told her to be strong.

From then on, Song Qinglan realized that she was actually not that happy, and with her father's departure, it seemed that the sun shining on her body was no longer warm.

She stood in the mourning hall, as if abandoned by everyone.

It was at this time that Tong Yiran entered Song Qinglan's life.

When she approached, Song Qinglan was very annoying, very annoying, she didn't want anyone to disturb her at all, she just wanted to run to a place where no one could see, and wait for someone who could never come back.

But Tong Yiran was too persistent, and told Song Qinglan her story.

Song Qinglan didn't feel much relaxed after listening to it. Tong Yiran's past sadness didn't make her feel better as if she wasn't alone, but she still entered with Tong Yiran, which gave her less time to think about those sad things.

Song Qinglan has always been a quiet and soft child, until the death of her father put ice on her face, and then the addition of new members caused Song Qinglan to completely collapse.

It was only three months, Song Qinglan was only six years old at that time, she angrily accused her mother, she didn't want to admire her at all, what her father said was wrong, she was not for them at all, but for herself.

But how could she fight against her mother? She watched the new member join in blankly. Although the man had a smile on his face, Song Qinglan still felt that he was hypocritical and hateful, and even felt nauseated when he saw his mother.

But Song Zici only felt that she was an unsuitable little emotion. During that time, Song Qinglan never called her mother.

She wanted to leave here, and she didn't want to face these things again. Apart from her grandfather, she couldn't find any other way to leave home.

But grandpa told her no, if she left, then that family would not belong to her, and the traces of her father's existence would be erased, and her mother could forget her former husband with more peace of mind. Everything that was due would belong to someone else, even though that person hadn't been born yet, and her mother had been married in only three months, and they must have been in love before her father died.

Grandpa asked her, can you allow everything from you and your father to be taken away by others?

Of course not.

Song Qinglan decided to stay at home in the end, and she had to use her existence to remind her mother and her new husband day and night that there used to be someone in this family.

Since then, Song Qinglan has closed herself up, still pretending to be obedient, and studying a lot of things hard, even Tong Yiran came to say goodbye, saying that she was about to go to another city, Song Qinglan did not fluctuate.

One year later, there was a new member in the family, and the mother named her 'Song Man', wishing her a happy life in the future.

Song Qinglan hated this infant child who was ignorant of the malice of the outside world. She knew that she would definitely take away what belonged to her in the future.

Grandpa gave her an idea and told her what to do best.

Song Qinglan was actually very resistant, and she couldn't express her love and liking for someone she didn't like and didn't admit to being her sister at all.

But gradually, she felt that this method was also good.

The mother who delayed a lot of work due to childbirth, quickly threw herself into work after recovering. The stepfather she didn't want to admit was her assistant, and he was busy with her. That little life just a few months old, is Raised by a nanny.

It seems to be more pitiful than her, at least she used to have a father, but Song Man's father is not always with her, without the traces of those two people, Song Qinglan is much more pleasing to Song Man's eyes.

She felt that Song Man was really heartless, and she had seen it since she was a baby. She didn't cry to find her parents, she slept when she ate, and cried when she was hungry or tired. Worry-free child, all the servants in the villa like this little child, except Song Qinglan.

Well, Song Qinglan admitted, only a little bit pleasing to the eye.

She watched the child from crawling to walking, and the first sentence he learned was 'sister'. After learning to walk, he stumbled towards her, which made Song Qinglan's perception of her more complicated. She told herself every day that this person had nothing to do with her, but And sank helplessly.

Song Qinglan told everyone how much she doted on her younger sister, and everyone believed her. Grandpa even told her to stay sober.

Song Qinglan's heart gradually cooled down. Her father's death day was the day she hated Song Man the most, especially looking at Song Man's unconscious smiling face, she felt more and more powerless.

What Song Qinglan didn't expect was that Tong Yiran, who had left, came back a few years later, still pestering her as before, and didn't seem to mind her indifference.

Tong Yiran knew her pain, so he was a little surprised at how kind she was to Song Man. Whenever Song Qinglan met her eyes, he wanted to escape, as if he was sorry for his father and the child.

Song Qinglan began to reject Tong Yiran's invitation, but Tong Yiran always caught him once out of ten times.

"Why do you always avoid me?"

Tong Yiran was only 13 years old at the time, wearing a shirt and jeans, with a ponytail and a lollipop in her mouth. Her height and knowledge made her look much more mature than other people's 13 years old, and the hand holding her was tight and warm.

"Do you hate me?"

Song Qinglan shook her head, she just didn't know how to face it, and she was not used to being approached by others.

If it was someone else who would have given up a long time ago, it happened that she met Tong Yiran.

Song Qinglan has seen Tong Yiran's domineering and arrogant young lady, she has seen her foolishly laughing while pulling her to watch the fireworks, she has seen Tong Yiran's calm appearance when she is kidnapped, and she has also seen her injured Tong Yiran crying helplessly .

Tong Yiran is a very special existence to her.

She knows all her pain and it brings her a lot of joy.

But when she was about to leave again, Song Qinglan still didn't keep her.

"I'm going abroad, as long as you let me not go, I won't go, Qinglan..."

Tong Yiran took her hand and shook it lightly, even the sun dazzled that day.

"If it's more to your advantage, why not go?"

"You know that's not what I want to hear. Why are you always like this? You can't weigh all things for your interests. Why can't you do something for your liking?"

For liking?

Song Qinglan's head was empty.

What she has been doing is not because she likes it, but because she must, and now that necessity has become her habit and an inseparable part of her life, as if she cannot be separated.

She put on a mask for herself, and she didn't know how much truth was hidden.

Tong Yiran still left. In the year she left, Song Qinglan's plan seemed to have a breakthrough. The child she had always loved seemed to be developing in the direction she wanted, but Song Qinglan couldn't be happy at all, and even felt bitter on the tip of her tongue. .

Song Qinglan watched Song Man gradually become a look that everyone didn't like, but his heart became more and more anxious.

She wanted to raise a powerful cage sparrow, which would be praised by others without exceeding that limit, but it was too difficult, and Song Qinglan was very conflicted.

A few years later, Tong Yiran who reappeared next to Song Qinglan felt a little strange and dangerous to Song Qinglan, but sometimes Song Qinglan felt that she hadn't changed, she was still the same as usual.

Tong Yiran began to chat with her on common topics and share her life. Song Qinglan yearned for that kind of unscrupulousness, but still locked herself in her body.

Song Qinglan regards Tong Yiran as a friend, and acquiesces in her entering her territory. She thought it was a story of friendship that lasts forever, but she didn't expect to derail one day.

That night of indulgence and absurdity, Song Qinglan deliberately didn't stay awake, indulging in the warmth he felt when they hugged each other.

The unfamiliar joy and the depth in Tong Yiran's eyes made her palpitate.

After that, their relationship became more complicated.

Song Qinglan doesn't know whether she loves Tong Yiran or not, but she knows that she needs Tong Yiran.

In the conflict with Song Man and her family, Tong Yiran was her only spiritual consolation. She was able to bring her out of pain and give her the care of being loved.

Once in bed, Tong Yiran asked the question that Song Qinglan had asked many times but Song Qinglan never answered.

That time Song Qinglan's unexpected response won Tong Yiran's ecstasy.

Infected by that foolish smile, Song Qinglan couldn't help laughing either.

Because of love, the previously gray and white world seems to have more bright colors.

But this joy did not stay for long.

Song Man's unexpected showdown made Song Qinglan lose all thoughts of confrontation.

The exhaustion and the panic of finding out that she was afraid of losing made her feel depressed about everything around her. She shut herself in the room, just like the night when she lost her father many years ago, and then she found out ridiculously, When she made up her mind, she might not be able to have Song Man's family affection, she never had it.

All the false appearances and hypocrisy were torn away, and Song Qinglan returned to his indifferent appearance. Except for Tong Yiran, there seemed to be nothing particularly interesting.

The night when the relationship was discovered was very sudden, or my mother had noticed it long before that.

Song Qinglan knelt in the study and listened to her mother's incomprehensible questioning, but she didn't say a word. She didn't have the strength to speak, and she didn't want to explain anything, and she didn't even want to communicate with this person.

"It's not impossible for you to play in private. Why provoke a Tong Yiran, she has a bad reputation, not to mention that you are the future successor of the Song family. Break up and find a new suitable partner."

Song Zici's words made Song Qinglan laugh angrily. She always gave orders with such an unquestionable appearance, which made Song Qinglan very disgusted. She is no longer the six-year-old child who can only cry. She has the right to decide her own life.

"If my father is still alive, he will definitely wish me a happy life."

"What does this have to do with your father?"

"Yeah, it's okay. You've forgotten him for more than ten years, haven't you? You're so busy, how can you remember a dead person?"

"Song Qinglan! This is not what I'm talking about with you. Besides, I don't think I owe your father anything. Why do you want to talk about it now?"

"Yes, you have a clear conscience."

Song Qinglan murmured, in the final analysis, she is the only one affected by the pain, and grandpa doesn't care at all, only her cares.

Song Qinglan felt very tired listening to the repeated emphasis on what the heir should do.

She has never done this thing just because she likes it, but she has been building it in the direction of a qualified heir, and now the reality tells her that she wants to give up another thing when she wants to get one thing.

Why is she always forced to choose to face it? If she left at the beginning and did not participate in Song Man's growth, and everything has nothing to do with her, then has she freely chosen what she wants to do? Instead of living like this, lifeless.

"Reflect on me. I hope you can make the right choice. The Song family doesn't have to be you. It's not just your choice. Everything you have now is given by me. Think it over for me."

Song Qinglan twitched the corners of her mouth and watched her mother slam the door and leave.

After she left, Song Qinglan stood up, rubbed her knees, sat on her mother's regular office chair, touched the lines on the desk, and fell silent for a long time.

Suddenly the phone rang, and it was Tong Yiran who was calling.

Song Qinglan thought she might have noticed something, and answered the phone.

"What do you want to eat tonight? Let me cook your favorite dishes, and I'll wait for you when you come back."

Even though Tong Yiran tried his best to keep calm, Song Qinglan, who was so familiar with her, could still feel the tremor in her voice.

"My mother asked me to choose between you and Mrs. Song."

Song Qinglan got straight to the point, and some panicked words immediately sounded over there.

"Qinglan, I know your goal all the time, but I can, we can work together, without Song I can give you, we can even create a stronger one together, I can give you, together, Qinglan... you Don't……"

Tong Yiran's voice was hurried, and his words were a little confused.

Song Qinglan didn't speak, this silence seemed to kill the people over there.

"Song Qinglan...don't give up on me...Song Qinglan...okay...don't give up on me...please."

Tong Yiran's voice was full of tears, which reminded Song Qinglan of the afternoon when he and Tong Yiran were kidnapped together.

She was implicated by Tong Yiran. The kidnapper was found trying to hurt Tong Yiran before leaving. Song Qinglan blocked her and fell to the ground.

Tong Yiran hugged her and cried all the time, looking so ugly.

The Tong Yiran crying now must be ugly too.

"Wait until I get home for dinner."

Song Qinglan opened his mouth, and then heard the sound of silence and then laughing through tears.

"Really? You keep your word!"

"When did I lie to you?"

"You always lied to me when you were a kid."

"How long ago do you remember?"

"Of course! I remember everything about you, then I'll wait for you to come back."

"kindness."

Song Qinglan hung up the phone, looked at the desk, and suddenly smiled.

There is disdain and sarcasm in the smile, and there is also relief of the past

She stood up, left the desk without hesitation, stood by the window and looked at the scenery outside, thinking about many things that she hadn't thought about before.

It's amazing, what I never thought of in the past [-] years, I figured it out in just half an hour, the clarity of my mind has never been there before, Song Qinglan let out a foul breath, and even calmed down very leisurely The folds of my clothes.

When Song Zici entered the study again, he was a little surprised to see the calm expression on her face.

"Have you figured it out yet?"

"I've made my decision."

Before the smile on her mother's face rose, Song Qinglan said her decision.

"I will leave the Song family."

"What do you mean?"

Song Zici was shocked and angry, obviously this incident exceeded her expectations.

"Didn't you let me think about making a choice?"

"Do you know what your behavior means? Without me, you would not have everything you have now. Are you sure you want to choose this way?"

Song Zici's face was terribly cold, and the aura of a powerful woman in the mall was overwhelming Song Qinglan. Song Qinglan's expression did not change, but she looked at Song Zici indifferently, and then bent her lips.

"I'm sure."

It's not that Song Qinglan never thought of a clean break, but he was unwilling.

She has long lost her admiration for Song Zici in her heart, and after leaving this door, all she has is gratitude for her kindness in nurturing her, and nothing else.

Song Qinglan didn't even want to feel resentment anymore, it wasn't necessary at all.

Song Qinglan could see Song Zici's fury, she was always calm.

"Okay, your wings are stiff now, then I want to see what you can do without my shelter."

Song Zici put down his words, feeling a little powerless, pushed the door and went out.

Song Qinglan also opened the door and walked out, seeing Song Man standing there.

She never met her eyes, just passed by.

Look at all this, how ironic, how funny.

When Song Qinglan left this house, he felt that the burden in his heart was suddenly emptied, and he became light and wobbly.

She drove home, and before she could open the door, the door was opened from the inside.

Tong Yiran was wearing her favorite long dress and hugged her when she came in.

In this relationship, from the perspective of others, it seems that she is leading Tong Yiran along. Tong Yiran has paid a lot for her, followed her footsteps, and is inseparable from her.

But only Song Qinglan knows that in this relationship, she must be Tong.

"Actually, I'm a little worried, but you actually chose me."

Tong Yiran walked such a long road with Song Qinglan, knew her pain and unwillingness, knew her obsession and desire, so when she received the news, she was afraid that she would be abandoned by Song Qinglan.

After all, she feels that she is not a necessity for Song Qinglan. Song Qinglan is a person who looks very cold. This kind of coldness makes everyone seem to keep a distance from her. Only when she is close to her and buried deeply, Tong Yiran seems to be able to feel her warmth.

But Song Qinglan always seems to be able to surprise her by surprise, making her feel how important she is, just like the kidnapping at the age of 11. She thought she was just making good friends with Song Qinglan unilaterally. After all, what Song Qinglan said and They rarely responded, and even avoided her, but she didn't expect that she would suddenly rush up and block the knife for her, telling her how not to be infatuated with this person.

"Of course I choose you, what happened to your hand?"

Song Qinglan rubbed her knees, and frowned when she saw the band-aid on Tong Yiran's hand.

"I accidentally cut it just now, but it doesn't matter, it won't affect anything!"

Ability is no problem at all!

How could Song Qinglan not understand what she was referring to, her eyelids twitched.

"I went back and told my mother that I would choose again."

"No, I can't return it if I choose it."

Tong Yiran hugged Song Qinglan's waist and held her in his arms.

Tong Yiran originally wanted to celebrate, but Song Qinglan ruthlessly pushed him away. He wrote plans and plans overnight, sent all the things he was handling to his assistant, and sent Song Zici a resignation application by the way.

After finishing everything, she leaned back on the chair and looked at Qingcheng at three o'clock in the morning through the open window.

In this life, one should do one thing for love.

The author has something to say: I originally wanted to stop at 99 chapters, but after thinking about it, I still need 100 chapters to complete it.