Chapter 53

Shen Zhao stared at Song Ling, and it took a while to react, "You lied to me, Song Ling?"

Song Ling rolled up her sleeves and stood beside her, with a slight smile in her eyes, even the smile was gentle. She looked at her and said with a smile: "Although I haven't wrapped it, it's not that I haven't seen it before, I can learn."

Shen Zhao looked at the ingredients and flour on the table, and then looked at Song Ling. He was a little unsure and asked, "Really?"

Song Ling turned around and took out the equipment in the kitchen closet. There was a dough mixer, a meat grinder, and a complete set of tools.

Shen Zhao had never used any of these. He usually saw his father kneading noodles with his hands. Sure enough, the rich people even made dumplings with high technology.

Song Ling hardly cooks, not to mention the laborious and laborious task of making dumplings. Besides, she will not go to the trouble of making dumplings alone.

"Just use this." Song Ling followed the instructions to add how much flour and how much water.

Shen Zhao went to help, and processed the pork, shrimp, and vegetables, and put them into the meat grinder. After tossing for a long time, the two of them will finish the work of kneading and mixing the stuffing.

Shen Zhao looked at the kneading machine and the noodles that came out, neither dry nor soft, Man Sheng said, "It's very easy to use."

Song Ling smiled, "I'll roll the dough, you'll wrap it."

Shen Zhao nodded and said yes.

The two stood side by side at the kitchen table like this, one rolled the dough and the other made dumplings. Shen Zhao and his father made dumplings together before, but they couldn't mix noodles or stuffing.

It was quiet in the room. Today was New Year's Eve. The sound of firecrackers roared outside. It was very lively, but it was deserted.

Shen Zhao lowered his head and made dumplings there, remembering that his father was still in the hospital. During Chinese New Year, he and his father would watch the Spring Festival Gala with his father on the TV every time. Dumplings, while chatting and watching the Spring Festival Gala show... Dad will accompany her to keep the new year. When twelve o'clock arrives, Dad will go to the door to set off firecrackers and give her New Year's money...

But now, all of a sudden it's gone.

Shen Zhao bowed his head and wrapped it up, his eyes gradually moistening. Song Ling finished rolling out all the dough first, and wanted to go over to help her make the remaining dumplings together. As soon as she looked up, she caught a glimpse of her rosy eyes, and the movement of her hand suddenly stopped.

She knew what she was thinking.

People have nostalgia for their relatives. Maybe she has never left her father. At such a moment, she will inevitably feel sad.

Song Ling didn't speak, reached out and picked up the dough, stood beside her, and made dumplings with her.

"He will get better." Song Ling suddenly opened his mouth and said softly.

Shen Zhao heard her voice and was stunned for a moment. She raised her face and her eyes were red, knowing that Song Ling was comforting her.

There was a cry in his voice, and Shen Zhao hummed.

"I only have my father as a relative, and only him."

Song Ling lowered his eyes, "He treats you very well, he is a... good father."

She also suddenly remembered her father. Since her mother left her, she no longer seems to know what family love is.

Sometimes, she even envied Shen Zhao, who had a father who loved her dearly.

Shen Zhao felt the sudden sentimentality in Song Ling's words, and she suddenly remembered that Meng Yunan had said before that Song Ling had no mother when she was very young, her father remarried, she also had a younger sister, maybe she also longed for family affection.

Only, she never said it.

Shen Zhao pursed his lips and said lightly, "In the world, every father loves his daughter, but sometimes, fathers are not as gentle as mothers, and they rarely talk about what they like, but privately. In my heart, I must love my children.”

Song Ling was stunned for a moment, remembering those things in the past, and suddenly sneered, "Maybe, but it's definitely not me."

She glanced at Shen Zhao, her eyes were full of indifference, and said, "In his heart, company, status, wealth... all the external things are far more important than my mother's life and my life, even if I die and be kidnapped Tear up the ticket, and he won't shed a single tear!"

Song Ling has never experienced father's love, and even the only remaining mother's love is a matter of childhood. In the first half of her life, there was no love or family affection, so she was estranged towards anyone and indifferent towards everyone.

A family of origin will change a person's life. If a person has never been loved, he will not love others because he has not been taught.

Shen Zhao suddenly lowered his head and stretched out to look at her, her eyelashes were still wet, but she had two lovely dimples on her face, she smiled and looked at Song Ling, as if there were stars in her eyes, she said with a smile: " I can be your relative!"

Song Ling caught her gaze and was stunned. Those eyes are pure, like the stars in the Milky Way, sparkling.

She suddenly remembered that when she was thirteen years old, in the middle of the winter night, the kidnappers tore up the ticket and blew up the entire bungalow. She was buried in the dark ruins for three days. Through the gap, the first pair of eyes she saw was also Such radiant eyes are the hope of her entire life.

These eyes are obviously the same, but she doesn't remember the voice of the man at that time. She only remembers these eyes.

It was a spring in the barren desert, and it was her only hope at that time.

Song Ling stared at those eyes and looked in a trance for a long time. Suddenly, she couldn't tell who the person in front of her was.

She murmured, "Really? If I take it seriously, you will never regret it again."

Shen Zhao was stunned. At this moment, Song Ling's eyes were strong and firm, as if she had known her for a long time. Although she was very familiar, she had the illusion of being unfamiliar.

Suddenly there was a moment of doubt and fear in his mind, does Song Ling really love her so much? Why, she would feel that she was looking at another person through these eyes.

Shen Zhao was apprehensive, tried his best to raise the corner of his mouth, smiled at her and said, "Song Ling, do you have someone you like?"

One sentence pulled all Song Ling's thoughts back. She stared at those eyes and grinned suddenly, "Aren't you?"

Shen Zhao also stared at her expression, unwilling to miss any emotional change on her face, and asked, "What about before me?"

Song Ling was silent, there was hesitation in her eyes, she fixed her eyes, suddenly cupped her face with both hands, pressed her forehead close to her, and asked softly, "Are you jealous?"

Shen Zhao blinked lightly, and now it was her turn to be stunned.

she is jealous...

Shen Zhao suddenly sneered, "Song Ling, you're less stinky, I'll be jealous?"

Song Ling lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes were covered there. Under the reflection of the light, a blue shadow was projected, covering all her emotions. She slowly shifted her gaze and landed on her rosy lips. He stroked it, his voice was hoarse, "Why not? Didn't you say you love me? Why don't you be jealous if you love me? I'll be jealous when you kiss Rui Sier."

She took those things for granted. Shen Zhao had never seen such a shameless person before. When she heard her words, her heartbeat accelerated inexplicably.

The warm finger pulp kept rubbing on her lips, and the slender fingers were holding her face. Those hands, which had reached the deepest part of her body, were slender, spread and curved...

Song Ling stared at the person in front of her, whose ears slowly turned red, and the corners of her mouth curled up casually. She suddenly lowered her head, looked at the slightly open lips, and kissed deeply.

At the same time, the dumpling skin in Shen Zhao's hand fell to the ground, and the spoon in the other hand fell on the floor tile, making a series of metal tremolo sounds, mixed with the sound of firecrackers outside the window, without any violation. It was a heartwarming voice.

Song Ling put her hand on the back of her head and pressed the person against her tightly. Shen Zhao was so nervous that she couldn't breathe, and let the people in front of her act recklessly. The kiss was deep and passionate, unlike any before.

"I've never been in a relationship, you are the first." In the confusion, Song Ling suddenly opened his eyes and said to her.

Shen Zhao trembled, she was explaining to her.

No one can resist Song Ling's goodness. This kind of love is too strong to be rejected. She seems to know every thought in her heart, every stage of struggle, and every moment when she hesitates and struggles. , the next potion.

She knew that she had fallen.

She fell in love with Song Ling.

She must be crazy to fall in love with this kind of forcibly conferred kindness and love. In less than half a year of separation from Sier, she is tempted by a man who robs her. Such temptation, With taboos and excitement, it is immoral. It was a betrayal of all the decent traditions she had embraced for twenty years.

Contradictions have long penetrated her whole being. At first it was desire, then love, or a mixture of the two. She hated herself like this.

Perhaps, she is such a person, not firm enough, without principles, so she was easily moved by Song Ling's provocation.

Shen Zhao looked at her with unwillingness in his heart, and said angrily, "What's the matter with me, why are you telling me this?"

It was she who asked the question, and now that it was about her, Song Ling laughed, knowing that she had been stubborn for a day or two, and asking her to admit that she loved her and was jealous of her was probably more difficult than ascending to the sky.

Fingers pinched in her waist, Shen Zhao subconsciously felt as soft as a puddle of water, and Song Ling held her up with his arms before she forced her to stand.

She chuckled, her breath sprayed on her lips, and asked her: "What did you say? You asked, what did you say? Shen Zhao, your mouth is far less honest than your body."

Her face was covered with flour, like a layer of snow-white loose powder, hiding the blush under her cheeks, which was evidence of her love for her.

Song Ling hugged her, and lightly touched her lips with her lips, again and again, with a desire to please her, and asked her, "I want you, can I?"

With his fingers raging, Shen Zhao desperately suppressed the tremors of his body so that his voice sounded normal, but he still couldn't escape Song Ling's eyes.

Shen Zhao hesitated: "The dumplings are not finished yet..."

"No package, enough to eat."

Shen Zhao groaned: "I, I haven't washed my hands yet..."

Before the words were finished, the whole person was taken upstairs by Song Ling long ago. She smiled and said, "Go up and wash."

The world was spinning, Shen Zhao was lying on the bed, her hands were around the neck of the person she was wearing, and she was staring into Song Ling's eyes. She didn't know why, maybe it was because the relationship was wrong from the beginning, it was she who violated reason and morality fell in love with Song Ling, so always felt insecure.

Song Ling leaned over to kiss her, Shen Zhao tilted her head and staggered her approach, Song Ling stood there in a daze, and shouted anxiously, "Azhao..."

Shen Zhao stared at her for a long time, then suddenly asked her, "Song Ling, if one day you don't love me anymore, will you not want me anymore?"