When Song Anle arrived at Qing'er's yard, she could hear her thunderous shouts and scolding from afar, along with the sound of some porcelain, which could be said to be a piercing eardrum.

Song Anle walked into the yard. As she thought, the yard was already in a mess. There were still several trembling servants kneeling in the yard. The inner room was constantly thrown out of items of different sizes, mixed with love, shouting "Get out, get out of me, let me die, don't stop me, let me die."

"Miss, don't be unwilling to think about it... Calm down... Don't scare us." The pleading voices of several little maids also came.

Song Anle sighed deeply and then walked in. As soon as she reached the door, something flew out of the room and hit her. It was just a cushion and did not hurt her.

Qing'er's black hair scattered on her shoulders. After a while, she completely lost her beauty and purity of the past. Instead, she looked like a shrew who was making trouble. Perhaps when she saw someone walking in, she shouted loudly: "Get out...get out..."

Song Anle said with a dark face: "You guys go down first."

Qing'er glanced at Song Anle and was no longer angry, but she still hummed lightly and sat on the chair with anger on her face, as if she was on the surface of her displeasure.

"So angry, but it's a big blame for the weather these days?" Song Anle picked up a cup from the table, but couldn't find where the teapot was. She searched for a circle and finally saw the hidden teapot next to a bonsai.

She walked over and poured a cup of tea and handed it to Qing'er. She said calmly again: "Drink a cup of tea to reduce the fire."

Qing'er had a dark face and turned her face to the other side angrily, talking to Song Anle. She had always been reluctant to give in, so she simply refused to hide and seek in her words.

Song Anle gave the teacup to the corner of his mouth and took a sip, but it was not stained with tea. She looked at the clear and transparent tea and said leisurely: "Although this tea is a little bitter, its mellow taste always makes people feel endless aftertaste."

Qing'er could naturally hear that Song Anle just wanted to tell her that she might have been wronged for a few days, but what is waiting for her later will be a different understanding, because everything has its starting point, just like Song Cheng will not lock her up here for no reason.

However, she understood all this, but she could not bear to be detained and was even more unwilling to be slaughtered because she did not know the sinner, she had the right to freedom and she had the right to choose her own life.

In fact, Song Anle's intention is not entirely to remind Qing'er that he will be sweet after suffering, or that he will have a sweet understanding of bitterness. She hopes that Qing'er can look back on those miserable times in the past.

But Qing'er was completely unmoved. Song Anle put down the teacup and said gently: "The sun is good outside, please accompany me out and sit down."

Song Anle stretched her jade finger in front of Qing'er. Qing'er hesitated for a while before putting her hand heavily in Song Anle's palm, but walked out first, leaving Song Anle looking at her back, and a little sadness was added to her calm face.

After Song Anle walked out the door, several servants were still kneeling in the yard. She said gently again: "You guys clean up the place and leave."

Several servants seemed to be on the verge of death and were suddenly released. They kowtowed together and said, "Thank you, Miss."

Song Anle did not speak, but walked towards Qing'er sitting on the stone bench. She was still sitting next to Qing'er with a relaxed attitude. She looked at Qing'er, which made her feel strange for the first time.

But she would not suppress this uneasy mentality in an instant. Qing'er is stubborn and will hold on to what is reasonable, but she will apologize with the same attitude towards unreasonable trouble. This shows that Qing'er really doesn't think she is wrong, although she is indeed not wrong.

But when the problem is thrown back, who is the mistake? Gao Yuan shouldn't have happened. Is it still blame them for getting to know each other too early, Song Cheng is too paranoid or selfish, or God's arrangements are not just right.

If anything in the world is arranged by God, then no matter sooner or later, no matter whether it is wrong or right, there is always an end in the dark, waiting to be ended. However, the time of this end point does not matter sooner or later, nor is it right or wrong.

"Is brother still angry in Shengcheng?" Song Anle looked at Qing'er with a calm expression.

When talking about Song Cheng, Qing'er's anger was ignited again. She said with anger: "If he doesn't let me out again, I will not see the sun tomorrow."

"How do you know that there will be a sun tomorrow?"

Qing'er was already angry, but now she was defeated, so she was naturally even more annoyed. She glanced at Song Anle in displeasure. Although she couldn't tell her, Qing'er still said dissatisfiedly: "Even if not, I won't see the sky."

"Stop holding on to the young anymore;" Song Anle said kindly: "Brother Cheng must have his reasons for doing this. If you have to endure it for a while, I believe Brother Cheng will give you a satisfactory answer."

"I don't want to reply;" Qing'er said without thinking: "I'll leave here and never return here again."

Although Qing'er may be just a verbal and unintentional, Song Anle's heart still thrust suddenly. She was unwilling to imagine that it was just a matter of not seriousness. Qing'er explicitly said that she would leave here and cut off everything here. This made her doubt how deep and firm a person's so-called belief can be;

Song Anleyu said earnestly: "But this is your home. If you don't want any more home, then where do you care about us relatives?"

Qing'er was confused. She admitted that she was just a temporary breath, so she didn't think so far, because what she wanted was just not wanting to be locked up like a prisoner. Thinking of the dark and frustrated here, she stood up excitedly and said, "Then your so-called relatives are just watching me locked up here, but they are indifferent?"

Song Anle also stood up, hoping to relieve her emotions, so she said gently: "We are not indifferent, I am looking for the main source of things, you should give us time."

"Time?" Qing'er said in a questioning manner: "Then let me ask you, how long is the so-called time, one year or two years, or are you planning to just keep this for the rest of my life?"

Qing'er couldn't understand, and she didn't commit any crime. She just fell in love with a man who also had a good impression of her. And the so-called family members would not bless them, but they still caused a breaking opposition. She would not make her think that the person she chose was not Song Cheng.

"No matter how long you should trust Brother Cheng." Song Anle said calmly: "Brother Cheng has regarded us as a pearl in his hand since he was a child. You must believe that he will not harm you."

"Yes;" Qing'er said with excitement and displeasure in her tone: "Of course he won't harm me, because he is selfish, so he has to try every means to keep me."

"Love!" Song Anle stopped her with anger. She locked her eyebrows and said with a solemn and dark look on her face: "How can you think of Brother Cheng so much? Is Brother Cheng just a selfish despicable villain in your eyes?"

Song Anle was obviously a little angry. Although Qing'er was angry, she was hurt without any restraint, but she stabbed someone else's heart like a needle. She said nothing and even believed that she was right.

Song Anle suppressed her inner disappointment, and she said seriously: "Even Brother Cheng is wrong. He is the brother who has brought you up with one hand. If you are not grateful, how could he contempt his brother so unscrupulously? If he heard this, how sad he would be."

Qing'er was childish for a moment. Not only could she not understand Song Anle's teachings, but she felt like she was rejected. After all, she was not a real brother and sister, and she could not understand the feelings between their brother and sister. However, even their compatriots were compatriots, and they could not be as an outsider as themselves.

"I don't care whether he feels sad or not. I only know that your compatriots will never be biased towards me as an outsider, so you have no right to detain me." Qing'er's emotions were completely out of control. She just wanted to fly away from what she liked, so between her relatives and lovers, she chose the lover who could spend her life together.

Song Anle looked at Qing'er who was out of control. She never knew that Qing'er had such an extreme side. She suddenly realized that her understanding of Qing'er was far from as thorough as she imagined.

"I don't want you to regret what you said today, so you should calm down first." Song Anle said and meant to leave.

Listening to the heart-wrenching words of love, she was so sad that she could not speak. Years of time recorded countless gratitude feelings, and years of companionship accumulated countless days and nights. However, before each other grew old, she entered the end of the broken split. Song Anle could not imagine that there was any mistake in it. If possible, she was willing to do it again. Even if she was wasting half of her body, she would rather exchange for those pure and beautiful years.

Seeing that her big fuss did not have any effective results, Qing'er scolded her again by Song Anle. She felt even more unhappy. She stomped her feet hard and waved the teacup on the table to the ground.

There was another loud and harsh sound. Song Anle paused and looked at her eyes. When she was about to leave again, Song Cheng stood in front of her with a dull face, and she subconsciously called "Brother."

Qing'er also looked at it. In addition to being dull, Song Cheng's face was also obviously cold. Qing'er was a little afraid of Song Cheng like this, but in order not to make a fuss, she still walked over with confidence.
Chapter completed!