Mr. He, please respect yourself

Song Zicheng walked outside, just when Song Suian finished the last sentence of "Thank you, Dr. Mo" and hung up the phone. Song Zicheng thought about it and said to Song Suian: "Flower tea, do you want to try it?"

Song Suian held the phone tightly, looked at Song Zicheng, hesitating how to speak, his cautious appearance made Song Zicheng smile instead.

"I'm fine, really." Song Zicheng leaned against the edge of the floor-to-ceiling glass door with a smile on his face.Although he had lingering fears, what he showed at this moment was firmness and fearlessness.

Seeing that Song Suian was still worried, Song Zicheng took a deep breath, and said slowly, "Those people back then caught the wrong person, and they didn't want to take revenge on me. Although... I am I suffered a little and suffered a little grievance, but in the end, uncle, you handled the matter well and got justice for me, didn’t you?”

The corners of Song Suian's eyes were astringent.

"I'm so old, I can't always think about the atrocities others have done to me like before, I have to look forward and move forward. I didn't understand this truth in the past, I just closed myself Myself, I will only dig into the corners of my own, and even cause my family to move for me... But now I understand that the person who was wrong in that matter was not me, it was Lin Qiao, who was the perpetrator, I was frank and upright, and I didn't need to be responsible or accountable to anyone , so I'm not afraid, I'm not afraid."

Song Zicheng said so.

When Mo Daji received a call from Song Suian, he hurried to the small flower room. Unexpectedly, the two uncles and nephews of the Song family were warmly drinking scented tea to greet him.

He was so angry that his blood pressure soared.

"Uncle Ji." Song Zicheng sat facing the floor-to-ceiling glass door, and when he saw Mo Daji, he warmly called him over for tea.

Mo Daji smiled and agreed. He sat down, took a sip of scented tea, and praised, "Not bad."

"It's been a long time since I came here. I used your scented tea without permission. Forgive me. I also added a little honey to the tea." Song Zicheng said with a smile.

Mo Daji didn't care about this, he was delighted with the changed Song Zicheng in front of him, and smiled lightly.The scent of scented tea is slightly fragrant, he thought for a while, and said slowly, "My child, are you feeling better?"

Song Zicheng: "It's good, I was just scared just now, I didn't take it to heart."

Mo Daji nodded, "After all these years, I am very pleased that you can think about it. It's great that you have grown up. But if you have a bunch of hemp rope in your heart, just tell your uncles, don't hold back, Don't digest alone, people are social animals, we have to learn to rely on others. I used to tell you, don't wrong yourself, live a lifetime, be bolder, be happier, laugh freely and cry freely."

"Don't be afraid of children, don't hide your sadness and discomfort, some things, you say it out loud, and face it, it will be cowardly instead. Don't worry that your emotions will be magnified, grief, fear, and even what you bear in your heart The pressure you are under will be magnified. These sources of suffocation are unavoidable. Face it directly and speak out loudly. In this way, you will have more courage in your heart. Your grandfather and uncle will take care of it. , what are you afraid of, just be yourself."

Song Zicheng pursed his lips, said with a trembling voice, "Okay."

Mo Daji couldn't help but pat the back of Song Zicheng's palm to show comfort and encouragement.

The old man's hands, bearing the vicissitudes left by the years, were covered with deep and shallow wrinkles, which made Song Zicheng inexplicably relieved.

The three of them were silent for a while, and Mo Daji suddenly said, "Your grandfather is outside, do you want to see him?"

Song Zicheng was stunned when he heard the words, and immediately asked himself in his heart, do you want to see me?

Song Zicheng remembered the video Wang Li gave him.

In that video, there is Mr. Song, the nanny, and his mother, Fang Kui.

Song Zicheng's fingers kept rubbing the glass teapot. He lowered his head, looked at the petals floating in the pot, and remained silent.

After a long time, when both Song Suian and Mo Daji thought that Song Zicheng was unwilling, Song Zicheng said, "Okay."

The sound was good, like a switch was turned on, Song Suian almost jumped up, and wanted to go out to meet his old father.

But before he reached the door, Mr. Song, who was sitting in a wheelchair, was slowly pushed in by Mr. Ji.

After the paternity test report, the grandfather and grandson met for the first time.

Song Zicheng stared at Mr. Song's obviously thin face, his nose sore, and the video he watched over and over last night immediately appeared in his mind.

In the picture, a female nanny in her 50s or 60s is pulling Fang Kui, and the two walk up to Mr. Song. The nanny roughly snatches a photo frame from Fang Kui's hand and hands it to Mr. Song.

Then, the old man Song on the screen kept his head down, staring at the photo in the frame, and the old nanny kept cursing at Fang Kui, and even made some small pushes and pulls at Fang Kui.

Song Zicheng was very angry, but the sound of the surveillance video at that time was not clear, Song Zicheng only heard some words such as "hidden young master's relics", "uneasy and kind", which were extremely harsh and unpleasant.

During the whole process, Mr. Song never stopped the nanny from abusing him. He was looking at the photo in his hand reluctantly, and he had no intention of returning the photo to Fang Kui. He just ordered the housekeeper to send him back to his room to rest.

Fang Kui, perhaps hearing that the old man was leaving, became anxious, groped forward, and kept saying things like 'Aran's photo', 'it's mine' and 'return it to me'.

However, Mr. Song still ignored her and kept urging the housekeeper to leave.But at this moment, Fang Kui, whose eyes are almost invisible, couldn't see the small steps on the concrete floor because she was groping forward, and her foot stepped on the air, and she fell straight to the ground, her belly fell to the ground, and her head fell to the ground. Straight into the sharp corner of the steps.

Immediately, blood gushed like a fountain.

Song Zicheng will never forget this scene.

Back to the present, Mr. Song in front of him was looking at him flatteringly.

Song Zicheng thought about it all night. He kept forcing himself to think rationally and face this matter objectively. Whether he could replace his mother and hate this old man who indirectly killed his mother.

The answer is no.

No matter how wrong and heartless the old man did, but at the moment Fang Kui fell, the old man completely disregarded his leg ailment and jumped up at the first moment, trying to catch Fang Kui with his arms wide open. Song Zicheng couldn't hate this move.

Even at that time, the old man didn't even care about the extremely cherished photo in his hand, and the first thing he did was cry for help.

And the person the old man subconsciously said to save was not his grandson, but Xiaokui.

"Hurry up, Xiaokui! Wake up! Persevere! Hurry up!"

In the video, the old man fell to the ground in embarrassment, his face was full of tears. In the chaos, he was like a lunatic, screaming and shouting 'Xiaokui', his voice was full of grief.