New widow

what else? Song Zhen didn't say anything, but Su Qiao smiled: "There are also those who worked as a half-closed door, and were even sold into brothels and went to the most unsavory places."

"My mother said that women are like duckweeds in this world. It depends on where the water flows to determine what kind of life they can live." Song Zhen did not deny Su Qiao's words, and there was confusion in her eyes. She lived with her mother , Occasionally, my mother would talk about the wealth of the Duke's mansion, and she would hold her face in her hands and sigh, saying that it was because her mother was not living up to expectations and could not let herself enjoy the glory and wealth.

But Song Zhen vaguely felt that all this was not her mother's fault. She was married off while pregnant. Why didn't her father say a word? Because the child was a daughter, his father refused to take him back. In fact, he was brought back this time because some people said that the British government had never had children who had grown up. It was because of the loss of moral character that they took him back. .

"When will we stop being like duckweeds?" Su Qiao said softly, not sure whether to ask herself or tell Song Zhen. Song Zhen didn't understand either. She shook her head slightly, and Su Qiao couldn't help but hold Song Zhen's hand: "Both of us, we both have such a hard life." Both mothers were abandoned by their fathers, and they were also dependent on each other, and they were also waiting. , waiting for his father's change of heart. Song Zhen couldn't help but lean towards Su Qiao: "It's different. At this moment, you are mine, mother."

Hearing the word mother, Suqiao couldn't help but reach out and lift Song Zhen's face: "You are only five years younger than me."

In fact, they had never met before this morning, they were complete strangers.

"I don't want to be like duckweed anymore." Song Zhen said softly, Su Qiao said calmly.

Laughing: "I don't believe in fate." As she said that, Suqiao looked up and looked outside, as if she wanted to look hard at the sky outside: "If I really believe in fate, then when my first husband passed away, I should Let him be."

Instead of seeking a chance of survival for himself, he went to Beijing to find his father, who had never been back since he left his hometown, and asked for some guilt from him so that he could live in Kuang Mansion.

Although my father threw himself into the British government as if he was throwing something hot, he was married to a matchmaker and his second husband passed away. Fortunately, his status was corrected.

Song Zhen also smiled: "Then, can we face it together?" Suqiao smiled, with relief and confidence in her smile. Naturally, we have to face it together. There is nothing in this world that we cannot face.

Moreover, the British Duke's house alone has about ten housekeepers, and the servants have hundreds of houses, and there are maids, women, and so on. The total number of people in the house is 500. When there are many people talking, there will also be a lot of right and wrong. How can you cope with it alone? Su Qiao did not answer, but just held Song Zhen's hand: "Then it's time for us to leave the house now."

Song Zhen nodded slightly. Now, all she could rely on was Su Qiao. Judging from Song Zhen's instinct, this Duke's mansion seemed to be unstable everywhere.

Su Qiao took Song Zhen out of the house. Mrs. Song Wu was the only one left in the mourning hall. She stepped forward and held Su Qiao's hand: "Third sister-in-law, please take a rest for a while. Someone has come to express condolences just now. They were all Arrange to sit everywhere.”

"Thank you." Suqiao nodded to Mrs. Song Wu. Mrs. Song Wu's smile was a little bitter: "In this house, there are many people...

to hold funerals. "