Dragon and Phoenix Addicted: The President is addicted to pets

Zuo Xinxin came to Song's house again, and Sun Mei was alone in the living room. Seeing Zuo Xinxin, Sun Mei was taken aback for a moment, and then asked with great concern: "Silly boy, where did you go yesterday? We are all worried about you."

Zuo Xinxin shook her head and asked, "Second aunt, where is the old lady?"

Before Sun Mei could speak, there was a sound of footsteps at the corner of the stairs, and then came the old lady's rather tired voice: "It's Xinxin, let me tell you something."

Zuo Xinxin glanced at Jiang Yucheng, who nodded slightly, then she glanced at Sun Mei: "Second aunt, I'll go up first."

Sun Mei nodded again and again, and looked at Jiang Yucheng: "President Jiang, sit down first, I'll get a glass of water."

Sun Mei looked a little tired, but her words and deeds were the same as usual, and she didn't seem to be affected by what happened last night.

When Zuo Xinxin went upstairs, she saw the old lady standing there with a tired face.

Mrs. Song: "Come with me."

Zuo Xinxin followed the old lady to the study room. The study room was clean and tidy, but some bookshelves were empty, with nothing placed there, which seemed a bit abrupt.

The two sat down on the sofa, and Mrs. Song slowly said, "Did what happened last night scare you?"

Zuo Xinxin didn't speak, and everyone was shocked, let alone her.

Mrs. Song showed a wry smile: "I know you must have many doubts, but Xinxin, grandma is very happy that you can come back. Let those past things pass."

"Is what she said true?"

Zuo Xinxin looked at Mrs. Song, her eyes were red and swollen, bloodshot, she hadn't felt like this for a long time.

Hearing this, Mrs. Song still did not answer directly, and the atmosphere fell into a strange silence.

No answer is the default.

Despite the preparations, the last barrier in Zuo Xinxin's heart still collapsed.It can be seen that the old lady likes this third daughter very much, but no matter how much she likes her, she will not allow such crazy things to happen in the family.

Brothers killing each other, this is something that happened in such a distant era, and it was actually staged in the Song family.

Perhaps, this is also the reason why Song Xiao's name became taboo in the Song family.

After a long time, Zuo Xinxin said slowly: "Madam, do you believe she did it?"

She looked at Mrs. Song, trying to find what she wanted from her face, but unfortunately there was none, not at all.

Mrs. Song's eyes were a little red, and her already old face seemed to have aged ten years at this moment. No matter how strong she was, she was still a mother. When this happened, she was naturally the saddest and saddest.

The old lady spoke slowly: "Xinxin, I know you won't be able to accept it for a while, but grandma still advises you, if it's in the past, let it go, okay?"

Facing the old lady's almost pleading eyes, Zuo Xinxin fell into a battle between heaven and man.

At this time, everyone is saying, let the past be the past, don't bring it up again, and don't investigate any further.

Zuo Xinxin knew that not only what happened last night, but when she appeared in front of the Song family, the scars of that year had already been uncovered, and what Qin Yue said just made things worse, and brought the bloody reality to everyone again.

No one wants to mention it, everyone.

"……it is good."

I don't know how long it took before Zuo Xinxin opened her mouth slowly. At this moment, the voice in her throat didn't seem to be hers, but she could hear it clearly, and the voice would say: "Let the past be the past..."

Mrs. Song's tears fell immediately. She held Zuo Xinxin's hand for a while and didn't know what to say. Zuo Xinxin couldn't help but her eyes were red. Even she herself didn't know how much unwillingness and sadness were in those words. and wronged.

Mrs. Song shook Zuo Xinxin's hand tremblingly: "That's good, that's good..."

Zuo Xinxin could feel that the old lady loved her a lot, but she always felt a sense of estrangement. Now, she finally understood that this estrangement came from her mother.

One side is her own daughter, the other is her eldest grandson, her palms and backs are full of flesh, so the old lady's feelings for her are complicated.

Even though it's opened now, the old lady still doesn't want to mention it too much.

But then again, the old lady is only an old lady in her sixties or seventies, how could Zuo Xinxin make a scene in front of her and rashly investigate.

As if thinking of something, Zuo Xinxin said: "I want to go to her room again." Feeling inappropriate after finishing the sentence, he added, "I want to go alone, is that okay?"

"of course can."

Mrs. Song wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, pulled Zuo Xinxin up and went to her bedroom, and handed the key to her: "No matter what, as long as you figure it out, you will be welcome back at any time in the future."

Zuo Xinxin nodded: "Thank you, old lady."

But I'm afraid that after going back this time, the chances for her to come to Xiangcheng will be very few.

Song Xiao's room was as clean and tidy as ever, with unique decorations, a bookshelf full of trophies and certificates, exquisite jewelry, and that secret base that she never let anyone go to.

Entering the room, Zuo Xinxin quietly locked the door and went straight to the bedside table.

There were only two small drawers in the bedside table, and there was nothing in it, and the dresser and wardrobe were empty.

The room is big, with not many furnishings. Zuo Xinxin has searched for all the places he could find, but obviously after Song Xiao left, the old lady put away all her things.

In addition to the trophy certificate and jewelry on the bookshelf.

Zuo Xinxin came to the bookshelf, looked carefully at each floor, and found that they were all ordinary trophies and certificates, and the jewelry was wiped clean.

Suddenly, Zuo Xinxin smiled wryly, what is she doing?
Is it reconciled or simply wanting to find some of Song Xiao's things as souvenirs?
She didn't know either, she just wanted to take a serious look at the room again, maybe she had met Song Xiao once.

Speaking of which, she hadn't been to Song Xiao's cemetery yet, and for some reason, she was a little afraid to go.

Maybe, the time has not come yet.

After taking the medicine in the morning, Zuo Xinxin felt dizzy after searching for such a meeting for so long, so she went to sit down in the corner of the room.

This location is very ingenious, you can see most of the Song family's garden, it's the end of summer, the servants are pruning the flowers and plants, the bright sunshine shines on everyone's faces, the picture is very harmonious.

Looking at it, Zuo Xinxin's eyes fell on the long table in front of him, which was neither tall nor short. On the table was an unknown green plant, which was growing vigorously. There were three drawers and a cabinet under the table.

Zuo Xinxin stared at it for a few minutes, then stretched out his hand to open the small cabinet, and found that there were things in it.

Taking a closer look, there are some books on jewelry design, some of which Zuo Xinxin has also seen in Jiang Yucheng's study.

He took out a book at random, and found that the book was quite fluffy and old, and must have been read many times.

When he opened it, Zuo Xinxin couldn't help being startled, because there was almost no blank space in the book, and it was densely filled with testimonials and records.

Not only that, but there are sticky notes on the corners, which are sandwiched between the pages after folding, no wonder it looks so fluffy.

Finally, Zuo Xinxin turned to the title page, and the word "Song Xiao" came into view, showing arrogance with every gesture.

"Mother……"

Touching those two handwritings with his fingers, he could feel the dent in the paper with his fingertips. Zuo Xinxin murmured softly, as if he could imagine Song Xiao sitting here seriously reading or thinking.

There are things in the cabinet and in the drawers. It may be that Song Xiao does not allow people to come to this place, so until now, no one has taken them away.

Zuo Xinxin carefully put the book back in place, and opened the drawer above the cabinet first. Inside this drawer were some palm-sized boxes, which seemed to be some flower seeds, seven or eight in total.

Zuo Xinxin thought for a while, and put one of them in her bag, as a reminder for her.

The other three drawers are filled with drawing tools, A4 paper and some jewelry molds. It doesn’t look unusual, and because these things have been placed for so many years, there is a musty smell when they are opened.

Zuo Xinxin took out several jewelry molds and found that the shape of these molds was larger than ordinary jewelry. It looked like a pendant, but it was the size of a baby's fist.

Zuo Xinxin looked more and more familiar, but couldn't remember it, so he put the mold aside and took out the A4 paper from the second drawer.

A stack of A4 paper is seven centimeters thick, half of which are drafts and half are blank. Zuo Xinxin read the design drafts one by one, but none of them can match the mold.

Zuo Xinxin still looked back. For some reason, she always felt that the original draft of the mold would be here. Even if it was not there, she still had the obsession to read the design draft.

As time passed bit by bit, Zuo Xinxin actually read through hundreds of design drafts, but none of these design drafts matched the mold.

"It's crazy..."

Zuo Xinxin smiled wryly and shook her head, and began to tidy up the design drafts, when she suddenly saw one of the stack of blank papers lying on the side of the table, with traces of pencils on the paper, which seemed to be something.

How can there be a design draft caught in the blank?
For some reason, when Zuo Xinxin picked up the stack of design drafts, her fingers trembled uncommonly.

There are more than one piece, there are four or five pieces in total. The pattern drawn on it is exactly the same as the mold, but the design draft is more detailed. This also makes Zuo Xinxin recognize what it is at once - Longevity Lock
Zuo Xinxin's pupils shrank suddenly, and his eyes were fixed on the design draft in front of him.

There are two longevity locks with Song Xiao's unique design style, and the two longevity locks are similar in structure. They are just design drafts, and it can be seen that they are carefully drawn works of art.

Since ancient times, longevity locks have been gifts for children. Song Xiao designed these two longevity locks, obviously not choosing one or the other, because there are two molds.

Zuo Xinxin is also a designer. She can tell that these two long-lived locks are finished products, but according to the design draft later, it seems that Song Xiao was not satisfied after making the mold, so she made it on the basis of the original one. Adjustment.

But among these molds, there are no molds for new products.

Zuo Xinxin's eyes suddenly stopped on the last design draft, which was the finished product of Changshou Lock, one on the left and one on the right, with a word "small" written under Changshou Lock on the left and a word "cloud" written on the right.

Looking closely, the surface of the Changshou lock on the right seems to be really painted with cirrus moiré, which is very delicate.

Looking at the two longevity locks, Zuo Xinxin directly thought of Qin Yue and Song Xiao's children.

She remembered that Sun Mei once said that Qin Yue had chosen a name for the child at the beginning. Although there was no final decision, it was confirmed that the child's name contained the word "cloud".