After rebirth, Mrs. Huo only wanted a divorce

Unlike his usual gentle and polite manner, Song Qingchuan's tone at this moment was full of obvious mockery and indifference, as if this was not the first time he had experienced such a thing.

Qiao Shinian didn't know what to say, so she helped him up and said, "Let's find a slightly flat place to stay first."

After much difficulty, Song Qingchuan was helped to lie down beside him. Both of them were exhausted, and half of Song Qingchuan's body was even leaning against Qiao Shinian's side.

In this situation and on this occasion, Qiao Shinian did not push Song Qingchuan away to avoid suspicion. Firstly, he did not have the strength, and secondly, there was no need to do so.

Remembering that there was a pack of wet wipes in her pocket, she fished it out and handed it to Song Qingchuan, "Wipe the sweat off your face."

Song Qingchuan's wound must have been too painful. He held the wet wipes without moving, and his breath was hot.

Song Qingchuan had been feeling unwell in the morning. He was tied up in a house in the wilderness and unconscious for several hours at night. He had just run away and rolled around, so he must have exhausted all his strength.

Qiao Shinian had never seen Song Qingchuan so depressed.

Thinking of Song Qingchuan's self-deprecating words about having a tough life, Qiao Shinian couldn't help but ask, "Song Qingchuan, did you have a hard time when you were a kid?"

Song Qingchuan paused for a moment, then asked calmly, "Shi Nian, are you sympathizing with me?"

Qiao Shinian told the truth, "I'm just a little curious. If you don't want to tell me, just pretend I never asked."

Song Qingchuan rolled to the side and put a little distance between himself and Qiao Shinian.

When Qiao Shinian thought Song Qingchuan wouldn't say anything, he spoke indifferently.

"Manman and I are not born from the same mother."

Song Qingchuan and Song Man do not have the same mother. Qiao Shinian had learned this from Song Man a long time ago, but she was still surprised and asked, "What about your mother?"

Probably Song Qingchuan

He had a fever and was not very clear-headed. He usually did not show any emotion, but he slowly told Qiao Shinian.

He is not the fruit of his parents' love, his mother was forced to give birth to him.

As far as he could remember, his mother didn't like him. He often stayed alone in his small room and had to rely on help from his neighbors to get enough food.

Not only that, people from his grandfather's side would often kidnap and torture him when he was very young, hoping to make his mother regret her mistake.

"Those guys are such bastards!"

Qiao Shinian was furious when he heard this. "How could they have the heart to do this to you when you were so young!"

Song Qingchuan didn't show any emotion. He told Qiao Shinian in a cold voice, "After I became capable, I immediately bankrupted them. Now some are dead, some are sick, and they have all received retribution."

Qiao Shinian's heart skipped a beat. Song Qingchuan was indeed a man of iron and blood, showing no mercy even to his relatives.

However, there is a cause for every effect. Song Qingchuan has suffered so much torture. Given his character, he will not let go of those who hurt him.

"What about your mother? Did she give in for you?" Qiao Shinian asked in a low voice, "Did she send you back to the Song family?"

When talking about his mother, Song Qingchuan's hoarse voice showed some ups and downs, "No. After I knew my life experience, I wanted to go back to the Song family."

Qiao Shinian was surprised again. Song Qingchuan should not be very old at that time, but he had already determined his future path so precociously?

Song Qingchuan seemed to know what Qiao Shinian was thinking, "Not everyone can be carefree. Life in desperate situations will force you to grow up."

Qiao Shinian couldn't imagine how Song Qingchuan survived in that environment when he was a child.

"Is it because of these reasons that you don't celebrate your birthday?" Qiao Shi

I started thinking about it.

Song Qingchuan's voice was nasal and hoarse. He laughed coldly and meaninglessly, "My birth was a mistake. There is nothing to celebrate."

Perhaps because they were both single parents, Qiao Shinian couldn't bear to hear Song Qingchuan's words, "Song Qingchuan, it's not your fault."

Song Qingchuan smiled lightly again, "No need to comfort me, since I have come to this world, I will live."

Qiao Shinian didn't say anything more to comfort her.

Without experiencing other people's lives, you cannot truly understand other people's feelings.

"Have you...ever hated your mother?" Qiao Shinian really wanted to ask this.

As a mother, why shouldn't you be nicer to your children?

A cold wind blew, and Song Qingchuan coughed a few times uncomfortably, then exhaled towards the dark sky without answering Qiao Shinian's question.

Qiao Shinian realized that he was exposing Song Qingchuan's scars.

Everyone has different feelings towards their parents, but the same thing is that they all long for their parents' love.

When she was a child, although her grandfather loved and spoiled her very much and she never lacked love, she was once angry with her mother because she was rejected when she wanted to know about her father's situation.

But as she grew older, she began to understand her mother.

She believed that her mother gave birth to her for a reason, and she also believed that her mother loved her.

No matter how perfect and powerful Song Qingchuan's performance is, his feelings towards his mother are still complicated.

Otherwise, my emotions wouldn't have fluctuated when it was first mentioned.

Although I was still somewhat curious about where Song Qingchuan's mother had gone, it would be offensive to ask further.

Qiao Shinian didn't ask any more questions.

Time passed slowly, and a ray of light gradually appeared behind the clouds, as if tearing a hole in the dark sky.

Although I can't see too many things,

But I can barely see the surrounding environment.

The place is full of rubble, desolate and empty, which makes people feel fear for no reason.

Qiao Shinian subconsciously looked at Song Qingchuan. He was lying on the ground, breathing slightly, and looked very uncomfortable.

Qiao Shinian had varying degrees of abrasions and bruises all over his body, but he was still much better than Song Qingchuan.

Qiao Shinian sat up and reached out to touch Song Qingchuan's forehead. It was still very hot, but he seemed a little cold, with his body slightly curled up.

A cold and a fever mean that you will feel hot and cold at times.

Qiao Shinian found the wet wipes she had given to Song Qingchuan before. After opening it, she wanted to wipe the sweat off Song Qingchuan's forehead.

As soon as she got closer, her wrist was held by Song Qingchuan, and he looked at her steadily.

In the faint morning light, Qiao Shinian discovered that Song Qingchuan's eyes looked a little strange.

She shrank back slightly and asked, "Song Qingchuan, what are you going to do?"

"I'm thirsty." Song Qingchuan held her wrist, his throat hoarse as if it was burned dry.

Qiao Shinian tried to remain calm and said, "I'll go see if there's any water nearby."

After hearing her words, Song Qingchuan did not let her go and still stared at her.

Qiao Shinian vaguely sensed a dangerous aura emanating from Song Qingchuan.

"Song Qingchuan, if you don't let me go, how can I find water for you?" Qiao Shinian's tone was filled with warning.

Song Qingchuan looked at her for a long while, and finally relaxed his grip a bit, "No need, it's not bright yet, and you can't see the surrounding situation clearly. It will be dangerous if you run around alone."

At times like this, Qiao Shinian really didn't dare to move around.

She secretly breathed a sigh of relief, "Then wait a few more minutes. I'll see if there's any water nearby when it gets light."

After saying this, Qiao Shinian calmly

He pulled his wrist out of Song Qingchuan's palm.

At the moment when his wrist was released, Song Qingchuan suddenly pulled hard, causing Qiao Shinian to lean forward.