After being dressed as cannon fodder, I tear up the script

Song Jingxi was called to play the piano all afternoon in a daze, and Song Changan was satisfied until his hands were sore.

Song Changan sat there quietly when he was not playing the piano, as if he was recalling something.

He didn't say anything, and Song Jingxi didn't ask.

When he was about to leave the piano room, Song Changan suddenly said, "If you like this piano, you can come here often in the future."

As he said that, he took out a small key from his pocket. There was a small white plastic flower hanging on the key ring, which didn't seem like a style he would match.

Song Jingxi didn't want it at first, but heard Song Changan say, "This is your grandma's piano, and this key is also your grandma's key."

Song Jingxi was only four years old when the old lady left, and his memory was still vague. Song Changan was afraid that he would not understand, so he added, "You may not remember, she loved you the most during her lifetime."

Song Jingxi was considered the youngest among the Song family's peers. Mrs. Song really loved Song Jingxi the most when she was alive, and she had to leave a portion of everything delicious and fun for him.

Song Changan loves Song Jingxi not only because Song Jingxi's eyes look like Mrs. Song's, but also because he loves houses and crows.

In the past, Song Jingxi didn't live up to expectations at all, and Song Changan even felt that his lover loved the wrong person.

Such a mistake happened at the banquet in the morning, and he almost lost his temper on the spot. He never thought that his most disappointing grandson would gain a lot of limelight.

I earned a lot of face for myself.

He seemed to realize now that his wife never misjudged anyone.

After Song Jingxi heard it, he took the key carefully and put it away.

The two of them left the door of the piano room together, and the people standing outside the door have all disappeared now.

Song Jingxi didn't think much about it.

In the evening, the setting sun slowly shifts, lightly falling on the white marble tiles through the half-opened window sill.

Song Jingxi gave Song Changan a hand.

"When did you learn to play the piano?"

The old man's gentle voice came from beside his ears, Song Jingxi didn't raise his eyes, and replied, "I forgot, just learn and learn."

Song Jingxi's voice was very soft, as if he was recalling something.

Song Chang'an recalled that period of time, Song Jingxi's life in the Song family was not satisfactory, and he thought he was in a state of sadness and melancholy, fearing that he would think of something sad, he still didn't mention it after all.

It's just that he never knew that Song Jingxi was so forbearing that she kept everything in her heart.

He was a distressed and helpless child.

The two went downstairs, and the servants had already started preparing dinner one after another. Song Jingxi didn't eat much at the banquet, and just followed Song Changan to meet people.

I didn't remember a few, but I took a stack of business cards.

Now that I smell the aroma of the food, I remember that I was so hungry that I groaned.

"Go to the kitchen to see if there is anything to eat, and eat something to pad your stomach first." Song Changan thought for a while and then said, "Let them cook you a bowl of dumplings. You don't like them the most."

"oh oh……"

Song Chang'an even remembered that the original owner liked to eat dumplings.

Even Song Jingxi didn't know about this matter.

Sure enough, as soon as you get close to others, there are more things to cover up.

Song Jingxi just walked to the door of the kitchen when he met Song Yang who often followed Song Muchen.

Song Jingxi ignored him, and the other party took the initiative to talk to him, "Song Muchen is straightforward, he can't beat you, don't do anything too extreme."

"...?"

Song Yang's tone was full of disgust, and he didn't hide it at all. Song Jingxi's foot that had just stepped out was immediately stuck in place.

Song Muchen has always provoked me on his own initiative, since when did I want to fight him?

"I……!"

Song Jingxi, who just wanted to argue with the other party, turned around, and Song Yang had already walked out a few meters away.

Song Jingxi took a deep breath before suppressing the anger in his heart.

There are countless wonderful people in the Song family, especially those who have drawn small groups by the side of Song Muchen.

One by one was not only seriously ill, but also suffered from persecution paranoia.

Song Jingxi held his breath in his chest, half full.

When it got dark, Song Jianye came in through the gate, and a woman with gorgeous makeup entered the room with him.

She couldn't tell her age, but she was beautiful and elegant, with a red coat, fair complexion, and curly black curly hair.

From afar, Song Jingxi met her eyes.

The woman glanced at him, then nodded and smiled at him.

Song Jingxi looked away uncomfortably, not knowing how to respond, and when he looked over again, the woman was still looking at him.

Song Jingxi could only smile at her.

This woman is the original owner's mother, Zhao Shihua.

More beautiful and elegant than pictures and imagination.

Song Jingxi saw Song Ying far away and went to meet him. The relationship between mother and son seemed to be very good.

Let alone the original owner, this kind of family affection is hard for Song Jingxi himself to resist. He has never experienced the love of a father and mother, and he does not want to get close for the time being.

The previous conversation with Song Jianguo in the garden had already made Song Jingxi very hard to forget. If Zhao Shihua dealt him a double blow again, he...wouldn't be able to accept it.

"Xiaoxi, Mom is back." Song Ying walked over and asked tentatively, "Let's go over and say hello."

"Ah, um..."

Song Jingxi resisted a little, smiled wryly and didn't know how to react, and saw Zhao Shihua let go of Song Jianye's hand and moved towards her.

While worrying, Song Changan suddenly appeared and said, "Shihua is back, then wash your hands and eat first."

Song Jingxi let out a long sigh of relief.

The family banquet is no better than the morning banquet. The meal is quiet, and there is no sound of spoons touching bowls.

The people who came back this time were more complete than last time, so they were divided into two tables, one for adults and one for children.

Song Jingxi sat next to Song Ying, saw a few cute little dolls at the end of the table, and knew how to keep quiet, which was fine.

But I always felt that something was wrong, and finally looked up and found that Song Muchen was not there, and saw Song Yang sitting diagonally across from him, staring at him unkindly.

"If you don't eat, why are you looking at me?"

As soon as Song Jingxi opened his mouth, he attracted everyone's attention.

He was not afraid, the hall was quiet, and he had no scruples, talking to him in a normal voice that Song Yang could hear, "Leave the table if you don't eat, I know I am pretty, but I still have to eat, just look at it." I can't get enough of it."

"Huh?" Song Jingxi put the steak into his mouth, stared at him and smiled, "Let's eat, Brother Song Yang."

The dining table was still silent, but everyone's eyes were on Song Yang, with smiles in their eyes.

Song Ying, who was sitting at the same table, didn't speak, obviously pampering Song Jingxi, Song Ying didn't say anything, everyone naturally just ate their own.

Song Yang felt resentful in his heart, and felt sorry for Song Muchen, who had suffered too much in the past two days and couldn't eat at the table, but he didn't dare to open his mouth and fell out on the spot, so he could only swallow his anger.

The adults ate at the table for a long time, but the children left after eating at the table.

After eating, the younger ones basically went back to their rooms to rest.

Song Jingxi stopped Song Ying who was about to leave, and after thinking about it, he asked, "Brother, what's wrong with Song Muchen?"

The young man in front of him was innocent, with everything written on his face. Song Ying didn't want to tell him to ruin his good mood today, but he couldn't bear to lie to him, so he told him about the pianist at the banquet this morning.

It was Song Muchen's good deed, just to embarrass Song Jingxi.

Song Jingxi's first reaction was astonishment, and then she couldn't believe it.

How can someone be so stupid, no, everything is possible in this world, after all, the original owner hid a handful of medicine in his trouser pocket when he crossed over.

He rubbed his fingers in the pocket of his suit trousers, thinking of what Song Yang said to himself this afternoon, and the way he looked at him at the dinner table, he felt ridiculous and angry at the same time.

Song Yang is Song Muchen's good dog.

"Song Ying," Zhao Shihua came over, first called Song Ying, and then smiled at Song Jingxi, "Jingxi."

"Mom." Song Ying opened his mouth and came, but it was Song Jingxi's turn, but he couldn't say anything.

Women are very beautiful, Song Jingxi might be very happy if her mother was as beautiful as her.

Song Jingxi didn't call her, and she didn't show any displeasure in her eyes. I don't know if it was his own illusion, but Song Jingxi always felt that she was a little bit lost when she looked at her.

Immediately afterwards, Song Ying also chimed in, "Mom, Xiaoxi hasn't seen you for a long time, maybe I'm still not used to it."

This reason is really far-fetched.

Zhao Shihua nodded, "Well, I understand."

Why do you still believe it.

Song Jingxi looked at the loving eyes of the woman looking at him, and suddenly felt that things seemed to be developing differently from what he had imagined.

He also thought that Song Jianye and Zhao Shihua would be a combination of a cruel father and a cruel mother.

Song Jingxi originally faced Zhao Shihua with the attitude that if you ignore me, I will ignore you, but the other party seemed to be kind to him, Song Jingxi didn't know what to do now.

"Mom brought you gifts, come to my room and get them."

Song Ying nodded and followed, but Song Jingxi didn't move.

Zhao Shihua felt lost visibly to the naked eye at this moment, but he didn't force it.

Song Jingxi stood where she was, and vaguely heard her say to Song Ying, "You said Xiaoxi got close to you, and I thought he would get close to me too. ignore me."

"Mom, take your time," Song Ying comforted her, his tone somewhat ostentatious, "Xiaoxi even held my hand this morning..."

"Ah? Then I'll do my best too. Xiaoxi really looks good in white. I just bought him a white coat. He should like it..."

Song Jingxi could no longer hear what the two of them said later, leaving him alone in shock and unable to recover.

This is so different from what I imagined.

Just as he was thinking, a shadow suddenly appeared on the ground, and before Song Jingxi could turn around, someone covered his mouth and dragged him back.

Song Jingxi really didn't expect that the original owner's strength could be so weak that an adult man couldn't break free from anyone's hand.

hateful!

Song Jingxi didn't give up struggling until the sight in front of him changed from light to darkness, and resigned to his fate.