Master Lu, Come On

During the day, the sun is still shining, but when night falls, there is a wind and rain. The wind blew up the fallen leaves and swirled in the yard. With a cool, from time to time towards the house.

On the way back, Tang Luo looked out of the window and said nothing.

She was holding a letter in her hand. The edge of the yellow paper was empty. At first glance, it had been put for a long time, but the black characters on it were still clear. The neat hairpin script was still written with a brush, and the writer had a good command of it.

Tang Luo's mind is in a mess. He seems to have been destroyed by wildfire, and there is no grass left.

A desolation

The car is so quiet. What happened just now seems to appear in front of us again

"Shan Wei gave birth to two daughters, one is you, the other is her!"

At that time, Tang Luo was frozen in his chair. He was almost shocked. His brain was dull. The cold wind poured into his lungs along his breath. His whole body was suddenly cold and thorough.

Tang Song took a letter from upstairs and handed it to her tremblingly, "this is a letter from your grandmother. Originally, I didn't intend to let you know about it. Your mother was proud and conceited all her life. This kind of thing is really a heavy blow to her!"

"I thought I could live like this and hide it from you all my life, but now..."

He sighed, tone Liao ran, "probably, also can't hide a lifetime..."

Tang Luo didn't know how she left the room. She walked very slowly, like stepping on cotton, and couldn't find the focus.

I still remember the words of relief in the Tang and Song Dynasties, "when you grow up, it's up to you to take care of the affairs of a single family."

In a word, Tang Luo only felt that his relationship with the Tang family seemed more and more distant.

Far away, there is only one name left.

Tang Luo took a deep breath, his eyes were indifferent, and his voice was steady. "It's because of this that you have such an attitude towards me?"

The eyes of the Tang and Song Dynasties fluttered, and their lips trembled without answering.

It's a default.

Tang Luo was holding the letter, his hand trembling. Suddenly, a warm hand came up, dry and firm, and wrapped her hand tightly in the palm of her hand.

She glanced as if grateful.

Rao is Lu Zhan's heart concussion, but his face is still silent.

He did not expect that Lu Qingyun and the Tang family still have this relationship.

If you think about it in this way, you can understand the indifference of the Tang and Song Dynasties to the Tang Dynasty for so many years.

From the attitude of the Tang and Song Dynasties, we can see that Lu Qingyun is not his daughter. No man can bear the fact that his wife has a child who is not related to him by blood. No matter what the reason is, it is unbearable.

At that time, the official career of Tang and Song Dynasties was booming, and they were arrogant. In addition, they were in a high position. They had no choice but to be wrong. Naturally, they could not live in the Tang family aboveboard.

To be able to live, to be able to live, is the kindness of the Tang and Song dynasties.

It's just that Tang Luo is pitiful. He has become a natural disaster. He can't even have a simple father's love.

Palm of the hand cold like ice, still shaking, he added strength, in the silent support of her.

Don lost her face, she said

He lowered his eyes to cover the pain and shock in his eyes. His voice was hoarse and tense, as if it had been pulled out of his throat. It made my heart tremble,

"So, was it in the hospital when my mother suddenly disappeared?"

She still remembers that Shan Wei once disappeared suddenly for a period of time. At that time, she should have given birth in the hospital. As soon as she was discharged from the hospital, she went directly into the sanatorium.

Only when the Tang and Song dynasties were not busy could she ask him to take her to see Shan Wei.

At that time, every time I mentioned Shan Wei, the Tang and Song dynasties would frown and look serious.

At that time, the most common person she met every day was Tang Mingyu.

At that time, Tang Mingyu was her only consolation.

It was the only light in that dark time.

Her tone is very flat, as if to ask the opinion of unimportant things, the more calm she is, the more worrying she is.

After a door, Xue Wanqing stood in the wall with fruit. The voices of several people were clear, most of them were the voices of Tang and Song Dynasties and Tang Luo. The other two didn't say a word. The atmosphere was so deep that they could form ice.

She clenched her cheek and held her breath. Finally, all the clarity turned into a sigh.

The affairs of the Tang family are so chaotic that she never interferes.

Now it's all out of the water, and she's relieved, but she also feels unusual uneasiness.

At that time, in the living room, Tang Luo was holding the letter, and his heart seemed to be thrown into the oil pan, suffering.

"She was in the hospital during that time."

"Then whose child is she?"

"She..."

Tang Song's eyes flashed and said, "you'd better read the letter."

The yellow letter paper is thin and fragile. It seems that it can be broken with a little effort. It's not bright. Tang Luo opens the letter. It's still neat and elegant. She knows that it's grandma's word,

My daughter Tang luoqinqi:

When you see this letter, you should know everything.

About your mother Shan Wei, she is a poor person, in this life, the only lucky, is to give birth to you.

You are Grandma's only granddaughter and my favorite child. You are very strong and not like your mother. I am very glad about that.

Now that you know the secret we have hidden for many years, it also means that you have to bear more. That child is an accident. She is the most unacceptable existence in your mother's life and the last turning point driving your mother crazy. Now you know that no matter whether you know each other or what your relationship is, you don't have to look for it or worry about it. Just follow your heart.

Your father, he is a very responsible person, he can bring you up, is the best effort, he and your mother's thing, is the fate, no matter what happened in the previous generation, should not affect your thoughts.

Let her go of everything that happened before. You don't have to worry about it. You have to remember that from the beginning to the end, you are the child we like the most.

If your mother dies, you should remember to put her ashes together with mine. This is Grandma's only request.

My daughter, this life is peaceful.

There are not many things written on the light paper, but it is too heavy for people to bear.

Tang Luo lowers his head and holds the letter. His heart seems to be bound by a net. It's so tight that she can't breathe.

She even wondered if she had known about it earlier, would everything now be overturned?

Is the fate of her and Lu Qingyun in two directions?

(end of this chapter)