after years of this

The New Year is coming in the hustle and bustle of the red lights all over the capital.

Due to the snow disaster this year, in order to save treasury expenses, the palace did not give a banquet, and only all the officials and wives could enter the palace to pay New Year's Eve to pay New Year's greetings.

To Song Ci, this news was a joyful thing. After all, it was uncomfortable to eat in the palace banquet. Even if you like that dish, it was clearly in front of you. If you want to eat a few more bites, you have to force yourself to avoid losing etiquette and making jokes.

So, on New Year's Eve, Song Ci and a family member from the prime minister's house had a reunion dinner happily and then watched the night together. Just listening to the lively laughter outside, she felt lonely and lonely, and felt a sense of sadness of nowhere to talk about.

Song Ci thought about future generations.

Song Ci had few relatives and was an orphan since childhood. Her adoptive parents raised her and both died in an accident at the age of 18. Since then, she has become a lonely man and lives by relying on her parents' pensions and compensation.

When she was about to pass by eighteen, she was poached by a scout and she has been rolling in it since then. She still feels miserable as a third and fourth tier. She has few real friends, but she has plastic sisterhood.

The one who is closest to her and can be close to her is probably the one who has been her agent since she entered the industry and never let go. I don’t know what’s wrong with her now, and whether she found out that she was unlucky and was desperate to go to the audition?

Alas, sad.

When Madam Gong saw her holding her chin, she sighed, and said, "If the lady is tired, why not go and rest first? They still have to guard it."

Song Ci shook her head, pulled out a silver hairpin from her head and fiddled with the oil lamp wick on the table, and said, "Madam Gong, do you still remember your parents?"

Madam Gong was stunned and said with a smile: "It's been so many years, how can I remember it?"

"Will you miss them? Especially on such festivals?"

So, do you miss your parents if you make this gesture?

Madam Gong lowered her eyes and said, "I thought about it when I first entered the palace, but I didn't think about it later."

“Why?”

"Because it took too long, I gradually couldn't remember it, and I didn't think about it anymore."

Song Ci was stunned.

It took too long, so I couldn't remember it, so I didn't think about it anymore.

If she didn't go back for a long time, wouldn't it be the same? No one thinks of herself or knows herself.

Song Ci felt a little uncomfortable and panicked.

There is nothing scary about forgetting, but being forgotten is the most scary thing.

Just think about it, it’s so sad that everyone forgets you, doesn’t remember you, and even thinks you haven’t existed?

Seeing that Song Ci's mood became more and more depressed, Madam Gong asked, "Does the lady miss her parents?"

Song Ci came to his senses, pulled the corner of his mouth, and said obscurely: "Yes, I don't know who my real parents are."

In my previous life, I am the same in my current body. I don’t know who my parents are for.

So it doesn't matter whether you think or not.

Madam Gong looked at her and didn't know how to persuade her, thinking about whether to invite Lin Qing over. After all, Lin Qing is also well-read, so she might be more comfortable with comforting her?

Song Ci suddenly said, "Madam Gong, go and get scissors and paper. I want to make a Kongming lantern."

Madam Gong was a little surprised, but thinking that she was better at doing things than thinking about it, she took things quickly.

An hour later, Song Ci made a Kongming lantern and personally picked up the words.

Madam Gong glanced over and was a little dazed.

Song Ci personally put the Kongming lantern into the sky, stood in the corridor, watching it slowly rise into the air, the higher it grows further and further.

After many years, I am still here - Song Ci.
Chapter completed!