Action guide for saving the heroine

Mrs. Tang patted Fu Qingqing's head in relief, and couldn't help but want to touch the cheek of the person in front of her, but she also felt embarrassed, and withdrew her hand embarrassingly.

"If you want, come with me and have a look." The woman's complexion was a little red, she coughed and pretended nothing happened, but she cast a tentative look at Fu Qingqing.

Fu Qingqing's first reaction was to look at Qi Rong, and after getting her affirmative look, she nodded to Mrs. Tang, and then left behind the woman, leaving Tang Zichen and Qi Rong behind.

"Come on, let me take you shopping?"

Given the rare opportunity to be alone, Tang Zichen raised his eyebrows at Qi Rong, intending to take her away, but Qi Rong's eyes followed Fu Qingqing's back, even though he turned around and wanted to leave, he still looked back from time to time.

"What is your relationship with Fu Qingqing?"

Qi Rong, who was still looking around, suddenly turned his head to meet the man's gaze after Tang Zichen's question.

What is your relationship with Fu Qingqing?Qi Rong couldn't answer this question.

The first time I saw Fu Qingqing, she was a seat away from me. Later, when I saw her tears, my heart began to move, and when the two held hands, she was actually shy. Fu Qingqing always put Unreservedly revealing her softness to herself, she also began to want to give all her tenderness to such a girl who made her heart flutter and couldn't help but feel distressed.

I met so many people in the crowd, but when I turned my head at the Wanwan intersection, it was her.

"I can't give you the answer now, but maybe I can give you the answer later."

Qi Rong smiled at Tang Zichen, but he was quite calm, but sometimes he couldn't hide his liking, even if he didn't say it, it would show through his eyes. Tang Zichen had been paying attention to these two people for a long time, and couldn't help but feel a little sour. Hearing Qi Rong's answer, his first reaction was to breathe a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, it wasn't the answer he had in mind.

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Fu Qingqing didn't know that Qi Rong was always watching her from behind, and simply followed Mrs. Tang upstairs.

The soup house was not built for too long, but there is always a pine aroma floating in the house, with a strong antique charm, and the quiet environment can only hear the sound of kicking footsteps.

Fu Qingqing, who was walking behind, couldn't help but look at Mrs. Tang,

The elderly woman is still well maintained, and the curvature of her back still looks like a girl, but because she has seen a wider world, she has an extraordinary temperament, and Fu Qingqing can't help but look through her to see the swaying back. Guess if my mother is still in this world, I wonder if she is as beautiful as her.

At this time, a breeze blew outside the window, and the curve of the curtains was just right, covering Fu Qingqing's sight, but the wind also seemed to disturb her mood, as if sand had entered her eyes.

"Come in, kid."

Mrs. Tang stopped in front of a door, smiled gently at Fu Qingqing, and opened the door lock with a key. As soon as the door was opened, a smell of time came over her face.

Fu Qingqing was choked and coughed, walked in cautiously, looked around, the furniture and objects were neatly arranged, but it seemed that no one lived there for a long time, and there was a thin layer of dust.

"Actually, someone will come here to clean it every month, but I still can't bear the dust." Mrs. Tang followed Fu Qingqing's gaze and found out what she was thinking. She walked over sadly and brushed her fingers gently. Don't be afraid of getting dust on your hands when you touch the table.

"After all, no one has lived here for so many years. Everything remains as it was when your mother was still alive."

Hearing Mrs. Tang's words, Fu Qingqing couldn't help but look at the room again, a scene suddenly flashed in her mind, as if the scene was here, but this scene was like a fleeting moment, waiting for Fu Qingqing to think about it. When I wanted to capture this picture again, I couldn't remember anything.

The girl frowned subconsciously, trying to recall the previous scene.

Mrs. Tang noticed Fu Qingqing's expression, and thought she was not happy, but when she was about to speak, she saw the photo on the side, so she picked it up and handed it to Fu Qingqing.

"I know our Tang family is sorry for you, Qingqing, but you can't blame your mother, she really loves you."

Following Mrs. Tang's hand, Fu Qingqing took the photo. It was a photo that looked a little old. Even though it was sealed in the frame, it still couldn't bear the traces of time, and the corners were yellow.

The few people above, Fu Qingqing, could roughly guess who they were.

At that time, when she was still a baby, she was hugged by a woman who looked about 25 years old. Fu Qingqing could probably guess that this was her biological mother, Miss Tang Er.

"Your mother is beautiful." Mrs. Tang's eyes softened unconsciously when she mentioned Miss Tang Er, "She was a well-known beauty in our place at the time, and there was no lack of boys chasing her since she was a child."

As soon as Mrs. Tang talked about the past, it was as if her chatterbox had been opened, "Now I think it's a bit funny when I think about the past."

"You know, I used to be jealous of her."

"She is like a spotless shining pearl. Everyone loves her like the moon. It seems that once you see her, you will never see others again. And I am the star around her. I have such a low sense of existence." Can be ignored."

Hearing Mrs. Tang's words, Fu Qingqing couldn't help being taken aback.

Hearing what happened to my mother from other people, and then trying to piece together the woman's appearance at that time from the little details, this is a completely different experience from being in contact with myself.

Was his mother such an excellent existence?

"She loves dancing the most. Besides the daily clothes in the closet are exercise clothes." Madam Tang walked to the closet in the room as she spoke, and opened the door of the closet as if she was afraid that she would not believe it.

When Fu Qingqing saw the dance clothes in the closet with her own eyes, her nose was really sore.

She never thought that her mother, who had only spent less than two years with her, would have the same ideals and love as her.

Fu Qingqing didn't know if this could be regarded as Miss Tang Er's influence on her, but she was really too young at that time, and as for dancing, she couldn't remember when she first fell in love with it.

Originally, she had the opportunity to go further on this road, if not...

"I also like to dance." Fu Qingqing stepped forward, stroking the familiar texture of the ballet costume with her hands, all the defenses in her eyes were removed at once, replaced by nostalgia and reluctance.

Madam Tang, who was looking at Fu Qingqing, froze for a moment, and seemed to see the shadow of Miss Tang Er through Fu Qingqing, and she was filled with emotion for a moment.

"You know, everyone thinks that your mother can't bear hardships. How can a young lady of noble birth endure the hardships of life?"

"But I've known her for so long. I know that she can actually endure hardship."

Fu Qingqing was a little confused by Madam Tang's sudden turn, and looked up at her standing in front of him. When the two eyes met, Fu Qingqing's body trembled involuntarily.

Mrs. Tang actually cried.

Older people always care about their own face, if it is not for the deep love, how can they show their cowardly side in front of the juniors.

"I know...I know everything..." Mrs. Tang couldn't restrain her sobs for a moment, her voice trembling.

The woman covered her mouth and waited for a while. Just as Fu Qingqing wanted to go up and pat her on the back, Mrs. Tang stopped her with her hand.

After Madam Tang took a deep breath, she raised her eyes again to look at Fu Qingqing, and said, "At that time, I was in class with her, and she always let me go first after class, and then I was alone in the empty classroom. People stand on tiptoe to practice spinning and jumping, "

"Over and over again, I fell down and stood up again. At that time, I didn't know how many bruises I had on my legs, and I couldn't count the broken skin. But every time when people asked her when she came back, she would always say with a smile. It's okay, she won't hold me and cry until I take the medicine to help her clean the wound."

"While crying, she told me, good sister, I really hurt."

When Mrs. Tang thought of this, she no longer looked at Fu Qingqing, but looked out of the window.

"I love her so badly." The woman seemed to be muttering to herself, and she lowered her eyes after a long time.

"Qingqing, if you like dancing, don't give up."

"Your mother, she never wanted to give up dancing. In the end, she was forced to." Mrs. Tang picked up the photo that Fu Qingqing had put down before, and gently stroked the face of the person in the photo who was smiling like a sunrise. .

After so many years, Mrs. Tang always thinks about Miss Tang Er in her heart.

The two of them also met when they were young girls, but they didn't know what love was. After she followed the arrangement of the family and married the young master of the Tang family, Fu Qingqing's mother also made a marriage contract, but in the end she was people.....

She dared not think, dare not recall.

During the period when Miss Tang Er just passed away, even though she was extremely sad, she never realized the dream about Miss Tang Er, but as time passed, I thought that the feelings would be diluted, but it seems that day after day it is still there. Deepen, the person she has been thinking about for many years also often appears in her dreams, every time she wakes up, when she touches her face, she shed a lot of tears unconsciously.

At that time, she had a very good relationship with her husband, they were a model couple in the eyes of others, and even had a child belonging to them, but Mrs. Tang always felt empty.

It took a long time for her to really understand that sometimes, when she falls in love, she doesn't know it.

She hated herself for not understanding her own intentions earlier, and she was also punishing herself indefinitely, closing her heart, and always missing the real girl she loved.

The location of that piece will always be reserved for that girl.