After kicking out my ex-husband, his brother and I got back together.

Chapter 160 It’s not the ups and downs that you should be grateful for

During the vacation, Yezi was still telling her that although the family focused on her younger brother, they had never treated her badly.

It's just that there is less control, and sometimes it is even left unchecked.

He only said that he would send her to study abroad, but in fact, she had to pay for the tuition and living expenses by working as a model.

But when the family was really in trouble, they pushed Song Yezi out without hesitation.

The good things about the family that Song Yezi had mentioned before were all burned to ashes along with the dean's ashes after the affair happened.

There will always be someone to beautify the bumps on the road of life.

But what I can only admire and be grateful for is never the setbacks, but the self that has managed to overcome them little by little.

Duan Xiaowu didn't want Song Yezi to have a hard time on the road to love after suffering a major blow to his family relationship.

She looked at Chang Rong and said seriously.

"Other things can be discussed. But Songzi, if he pursues Noko just because he is sure that Noko is the girl, then I won't take human feelings into consideration."

"Chang Rong, you are my lover, and Songzi is also a very good person. But if he dares to hurt Yezi, I will never show mercy to him for your sake."

Regarding Noko's affairs, whether she was overprotective or nosy, she would not let her sisters get hurt again.

At least until Noko truly finds someone she can entrust to her life, she will always stand in front of this person to protect her.

Chang Rong nodded.

"Songzi won't do it. He is my brother and I believe in him."

Late at night, Songzi looked out the window at the moonless night sky, unable to fall asleep.

Remembering that when she went up to the third floor, she saw the big terrace in the middle, and Songzi decided to go get some air.

Song Yezi's door was just opposite. Songzi stood at the door, feeling the urge to knock on the door.

He wanted to ask if Song Yezi gave a small stone to a little boy when he was a child.

But what about after asking?

If not, who would it be?
If so, then he has been thinking about pursuing this person for so many years, will he really like Song Yezi?

he does not know.

Unable to figure out the outcome, Songzi put on her coat and walked out the door.

It's cold on the patio and the style is extra big tonight.

Everyone went to bed at night and all the lights on the terrace were turned off.

There was no moon, so Songzi couldn't see clearly. He could only walk to the railing and close his eyes to blow the cold wind.

Scenes of his mother and Song Yezi going shopping and eating together kept popping up in his mind.

If Song Yezi is really that girl, can he like this person?
Or should he just tell her that he was very grateful to that girl back then for letting him know that someone still cared about him when his parents left him to go to work.

In fact, it was just a simple comfort and a cold stone.

Maybe that little girl also said this to other people, or even said something more caring.

It was not a fire belonging to pine nuts, but for a moment, the residual heat of the flame warmed him.

While he was lost in thought, something suddenly rested on his shoulder.

It was dark all around, and he didn't even turn on the lights in the corridor when he came out. When he felt something on his shoulder, he subconsciously felt nervous.

"Who?"

Although Songzi tried his best to stay calm, his voice could not help but tremble slightly.

"You didn't sleep at night. What were you doing out on the terrace?"

It was Song Yezi's voice.

Songzi's anxious heart finally relaxed.

He turned around and couldn't see Song Yezi's face clearly, he could only see a dark, blurry outline.

"Why are you walking so silently? Do you know that people can scare people to death?"

Song Yezi became anxious upon hearing this.

"This is not your home. You can come but I can't? Besides, I just came out and saw a dark figure standing on the edge of the terrace. I thought a ghost was going to jump off the building." Songzi blinked in the darkness.

"A ghost can still jump off a building? Why would he jump off a building when he's already dead... No, why did you get in again?"

Song Yezi smiled.

"Why else? Because you are stupid."

"you!"

Song Zi originally wanted to speak back, but when the words came to her lips, she shut up again.

Song Yezi found a chair in the middle of the terrace in the dark and sat down, looking at the blurry black shadow of Songzi in front of him and asked.

"Tell me, why did you come to Xiao Wu's house?"

Song Zi twisted his neck.

"I'll just say it if you ask me to? I haven't asked you why you came to Chang Rong's house yet!"

Song Yezi knew that this man must have something else to do when he heard his harsh words.

"Okay, then I won't ask you this anymore. Let me change the question. When you were eating today, you didn't say a word to me, but why did you keep looking towards me?"

Song Zi swallowed his saliva, found another chair in the dark and sat down, stroking the armrests of the seat irregularly.

"Who is looking at you? Do you think you are an immortal?"

Song Yezi rolled his eyes. There was no way we could talk today, but it was a pity that this guy couldn't see her rolling eyes.

After Songzi said this, he realized that what he said was a bit excessive.

"So what, how are you doing lately?"

Song Yezi sighed, held his forehead and smiled.

"Can you start the conversation with a slightly less stiff greeting?"

Songzi licked his lips and stopped talking.

After a while, he asked again.

"It's so late, why don't you go to bed?"

"Aren't you still asleep?"

Song Yezi answered naturally.

Songzi cursed himself in his mind, what the hell kind of questions are you asking?
Song Yezi waited for a long time and Songzi didn't speak again. She turned her face and looked at the people around her.

"Do you have anything to say?"

Logically speaking, she and Songzi have now reached a semblance of peaceful coexistence.

But after not seeing each other for a few days, Songzi's attitude toward her always made her feel strange.

"You...can you tell me about your childhood? For example, why you...like collecting stones."

Song Yezi turned to look at him. Songzi was looking ahead, not in his own direction.

From Song Yezi's angle, he could just see the profile of Songzi's face.

Songzi’s grandmother is German. Although her mother and grandfather are both of yellow race, Songzi still inherited her grandmother’s gene for a high nose bridge.

Even with such a vague outline, Song Yezi could tell that Songzi's facial features were three-dimensional and delicate.

The cold wind blew on their faces, making them less sleepy.

Song Yezi took a deep breath and whispered.

"When I was young, the children in the orphanage were reluctant to play with me because I didn't like to laugh. They would play house, pretending to be parents, grandparents, and pretending to be a real family."

The voice paused and then sounded again.

"No one was playing for me, so I found stones by the river and let them play the roles of parents, grandparents, and grandparents."

Songzi's hand tightened on the armrest of the chair.

(End of this chapter)