As the last note falls, a soft and slightly sad music ends.

Wei Qingsong applauded softly and exclaimed from the bottom of his heart: "It sounds so nice. The song "The Girl's Prayer" you played is the best version I have ever heard of."

The girl's face was slightly rosy, she stood up and bowed gently to Wei Qingsong, her voice sweet and gentle: "Thank you."

Wei Qingsong also replied with a friendly smile.

The girl looked down at her wrist watch, and a look of anxiety suddenly appeared between her eyebrows. She hurriedly took the white canvas bag on the stool and ran out of the restaurant quickly.

Wei Qingsong looked a little regretful: "It's a pity that I'll leave now."

She hadn't heard enough of such a wonderful piano sound.

Lu Jingming narrowed his eyes slightly and curled the corners of his lips: "Yes, it's a pity. When I had dinner with me, Song Song was thinking about others in his heart."

Wei Qingsong slowly turned his head and looked at him with a smile: "Why are you even jealous of a girl? Well, from now on, I have been staring at you, and I will be full of you."

She said she would do it as soon as she did it, holding her cheeks with her hands, holding her on the table, staring at him without a moment.

Lu Jingming sat in front of the light, the light of the sunset shone on his face, his cold face dyed a thin layer of blush, and even the broken light in the depths of his eyes flashed with a faint golden color.

This time, I was really a little deeply involved.

Wei Qingsong quickly lowered his eyes and coughed lightly.

But Lu Jingming said with a gusto, "Didn't you say you'd keep looking at me? You're tired of it so soon?"

Wei Qingsong: “…”

How could she get tired of it? She is obviously afraid that sex will make people confused and beauty will mislead people.

Wei Qingsong quickly changed the topic: "By the way, I'll talk to you."

She told Lu Jingming about her suspicion and speculation in a few words.

Lu Jingming also stopped playing and lowered his eyes and thought deeply: "Do you want to investigate this Mu'an Psychological Counseling Center?"

"Yes." Wei Qingsong nodded, "I know that the master is not yet known and I will definitely not be able to use the power of the municipal bureau to investigate from the open, so I want to find an opportunity to test it and see if there is any mystery here."

If it's just a coincidence, it's of course the best.

If there is something really hidden in this, she will never tolerate such things happening.

Life is fragile, and sometimes the harm caused by psychological illnesses cannot be underestimated.

She had been deeply hurt and tortured, so she naturally understood this.

Lu Jingming did not think too much and chuckled: "Okay, no matter what you do, I will accompany you."

Wei Qingsong was slightly stunned and then bent his eyebrows.

"By the way, do you have time next weekend? Let's go to a place with me." Lu Jingming stirred the coffee in front of him, his eyes drooping.

Wei Qingsong keenly realized that his emotions seemed to be depressed for a moment.

She suddenly thought of something, took out her cell phone, looked at the calendar, and her eyes were slightly frozen.

Yes, next weekend, isn’t it September 21?

September 21 is his mother's day of worship.

Wei Qingsong immediately sat upright and nodded, "I have time."

Even if there are any arrangements, she will push everything away.

——

From the day we met Lu Jingming, Wei Qingsong would find reasons to go to Lu's house to play almost every weekend.

Once, it suddenly rained heavily and traffic was suspended in the city. She couldn't go home and stayed at the Lu family for several days.

It was also during those days that her relationship with Lu Jinghuan made rapid progress.

She knew that Lu Jinghuan was Lu Jingming's half-sister and had also met Lu Changbai and Jiang Qiong.

In her impression, Lu Changbai was kind and kind, while Jiang Qiong was graceful and generous.

At that time, she was still young and didn't understand the worldly ways. Because Lu Jingming didn't like them, she also acted alienated and automatically divided herself into Lu Jingming's camp.

Jiang Qiong could not control Lu Jingming, and had no position to care, so he could only retreat again and again. Perhaps because of guilt, Lu Changbai let Lu Jingming vent his anger.

At that time, Wei Qingsong did not understand the reason.

The first time I heard Lu Jingming talk about his mother was during the summer vacation of his second year of high school.

Wei Qingsong came to Lu Jingming every few days on the grounds of completing his summer homework together, a half-year-old girl with open heart and no idea what reserve and shyness meant.

They were doing homework together in the study room. When they encountered a difficult problem, Lu Jingming couldn't solve it for a long time. He frowned and said, "Songsong, go to my room and help me take the blue book on the edge of the bookcase."

He himself continued to ponder and drew symbols that she couldn't understand on the draft paper.

Wei Qingsong went to Lu Jingming's room as he spoke, took out the thick blue question bank book, and saw the photo frame exposed on the bookshelf at a glance.

The frame looks a little old, but it is well preserved.

The woman in the photo is gentle and quiet, wearing a slim blue cheongsam, with a few cloud patterns embroidered on the collar of the cheongsam. She has an elegant smile on her face and a baby who is still in her cradle.

Below the photo, a line of beautiful small characters are written.

"On the month of Bingzi in the year of Jiashu, Guiyou, the scenery of beloved son is bright and full moon, and it was taken at the old house in Xishan."

Wei Qingsong couldn't help but take a few more glances before returning to the study with the reference book.

When he went back, Lu Jingming had already solved the problem. He slowly drank warm water and looked up at her: "Are you a little turtle? So slow."

Wei Qingsong sat next to him, and she couldn't hide anything in her heart. She said anything: "No, I took this book down and saw a photo frame behind it. The photo was you and your mother, right?"

Lu Jingming paused slightly when drinking water, slowly placed the water cup on the table, and nodded gently: "Yes."

Wei Qingsong's eyes lit up: "Wow, your mother is so beautiful."

As she said that, she suddenly approached again, looked at Lu Jingming's eyebrows and thoughtfully, "I didn't know before, but after looking at your mother's photos today, I realized that you and your mother looked like each other, with their eyes, eyebrows, nose, and mouth all the same beautiful."

She got too close, Lu Jingming leaned back slightly, and said unnaturally: "You look good too."

Wei Qingsong leaned back and sat back on the chair, but looked a little distressed: "But, I don't look like my father or mother. Dad said that's because my appearance inherits the advantages of their two."

She took out the small mirror that girls would carry from her schoolbag, looked carefully, and muttered to herself: "Is this really the case? My parents' eyes are all black. Why are my eyes different from them? Could it be that I picked them up?"

Lu Jingming laughed and touched her head: "How could it be? You must have paid for the phone bill."

Wei Qingsong was unhappy and pouted and glared at him: "Lu Jingming!"

Lu Jingming raised his hands above his head and surrendered: "I was wrong. Of course you won't pick it up, nor did you give it to me for phone bills. Who would be so stupid? He would not raise such a cute girl but give it to others, then he would be a big loss."

If the other three members of the Lu family were present, they would have been surprised. After all, Lu Jingming was indifferent and indifferent most of the time in front of them, and had never had such a side.

Wei Qingsong then stopped and squinted his eyes and smiled with satisfaction: "This is almost the same."

Lu Jingming played with the glass of water and suddenly said, "Songsong, I haven't told you about my mother yet?"
Chapter completed!