About the fact that my opening elf is Little Nebula

Although Lu Qingqing felt that Zhao Shiyi's behavior brought a bad atmosphere to society, she was an outsider and had a grudge against the Fu family's eldest brother, so she just left it alone after learning a little about the matter.

The next morning, when she was preparing to have breakfast with Song Xiufeng, Fu Yisheng arrived.

"You don't go to work?" Song Xiufeng glared.

"Go to work." After Fu Yisheng sat down next to Lu Qingqing, he politely said to Sister Jin, who was responsible for three meals a day: "Please give me an extra breakfast, just like Qingqing's. Thank you."

Seeing that he didn't know what politeness meant, Song Xiufeng raised his eyebrows.

Just as he was about to speak, Fu Yisheng said to Lu Qingqing: "Qingqing, let's go together after dinner. I asked Uncle Song to run over and deliver the shawl I bought for Aunt Ning yesterday."

Hearing this, Song Xiufeng immediately shut up, but gave him a thumbs up in his heart.

Sure enough, his heart is black, not just ordinary black!

Lu Qingqing was speechless.

She had not originally planned to go to and from get off work with Fu Yisheng, but when it came to this, and considering that she had just asked her father to help Fu Yisheng, she could only give her father a reason and opportunity to see her mother.

"Dad, come on! Whether we can be reunited as a family depends on your efforts!"

Hearing what Lu Qingqing said before going out, Song Xiufeng didn't know whether to laugh or cry at first, and then felt bitter in his heart, as if he had eaten a green persimmon.

He had never hated himself as much as he did now, hated himself for losing that memory that was so important to his life but couldn't get it back, and therefore losing his wife and child.

Even if it is lost and found again, it will be difficult to calm down after all.

Seeing Ning Anping's cold face, Song Xiufeng felt even more bitter.

Before Ning Anping could ask why he came to the door, he took out the paper bag containing the shawl, raised a warm smile, and said sincerely, "Qingqing and Fu Yisheng bought the shawl for you yesterday. They are busy, so please ask me to give it to you." Come."

Then, he said a little aggrievedly: "It's only your gift, not mine."

Ning Anping immediately felt comfortable.

"It's not your fault!" Ning Anping immediately took out the shawl and put it on his shoulders. It can also be used as a scarf every day.

Her daughter's thoughtfulness made her eyes light up and she smiled.

Seeing her movements, Song Xiufeng suddenly felt in a trance, and a fragment flashed through his mind.

She is a girl with braided braids, standing under the crabapple tree, trying on a shawl as a scarf and wrapping it around her neck in exactly the same way as before.

"Song Xiufeng, does it look good?"

This video clip disappeared in a flash, so fast that Song Xiufeng almost couldn't catch it.

He couldn't help but hold his forehead.

Is it an illusion?Or is it a sign of memory recovery?

"Ash, have I ever given you a shawl?" Song Xiufeng asked tentatively, "Red and black plaid with tassels."

Ning Anping's hand holding the shawl tightened suddenly, and his fingers almost pinched the shawl into wrinkles.

Seeing her actions, although she remained expressionless, Song Xiufeng still saw her shock and smiled, "I sent it as a gift, right?"

Ning Anping did not answer, "I received the shawl Qingqing asked you to give me, please go!"

"It's under the crabapple tree!"

"It's never happened. I don't know where you are." Ning Anping looked a little irritated. He stood up and walked directly into his bedroom, making it clear that he didn't want to see Song Xiufeng.

If he backed down, he wouldn't be Song Xiufeng.

So, he immediately followed. He had never been as fast as he was today even though he was using a cane.

The staff of the Ning family mansion knew that Song Xiufeng was Lu Qingqing's father and that he had been pursuing the mistress of the family recently, and they were not embarrassed to stop him when they saw it.