Chapter 85: White Moonlight of the Stand-in (10)

The partner brought the opportunity to her eyes, and Song Pianzhen immediately grasped it. In a short time at noon, she had already made Song Xuehen look at her distractedly several times. The expression in her eyes was very complicated on that usual indifferent face.
In the after-dinner chat, she successfully pointed out the fact that "she and Xiangsixi were both from the orphanage" by explaining her relationship with Xiangsixi. At that moment, she caught a glimpse of Song Xuehen's face changing.
This is the advantage of the tasker. The original body does not know that he has a relationship with the Song family, and only regards Song Xuehen as a stranger, while Song Pianzhen can reveal the information and let Song Xuehen move closer to the correct answer.
While speaking, Song Pianzhen was also sorting out the entire advancing process. The way she met Song Xuehen was not the same as in the original plot, but it was through Tian Yi, Luo Ruzhi, and then Song Xuehen that she had a subtle sense of sight.
Nie Lingbo only has the memory of the small world. Could this be her instinct?
Every time she started to think about things about Qinglu, Song Pianzhen vaguely felt that compared to the small task world, she had only stayed for a short time and passed through the game, as if it were a bigger mystery.
Layers of confusion.
She took Xiangsixi to bid farewell to the Nie family. After she settled down in Xiangsixi, she asked 09:
"If my contribution value is high, can fast crossing the game help me restore my memory?"
All the uncertainty stems from her too little knowledge of the fast-crossing game. If it's just herself, she doesn't mind groping slowly.
In other words, if it is just a lonely family, it will not hurt whether there is any memory, anyway, the instinct to do the task is still there.
But with more Qinglu, it's different.
Song Pianzhen said, "If not, can I access my personal file? My information should be recorded on it."
09 I was caught off guard by the question, what? Aren’t you still having lunch and doing tasks? Why did you suddenly skip the channel?
09 Inquiry in the blink of an eye before giving a response:
"The personal file has been transferred to you."
"Your disease history is blank and healthy, so I infer that your memory level is irreversible elimination. There may be two reasons."
Song Pianyu quickly browsed through her file, and saw that it was empty like a college student's resume for four years of unsuccessful accomplishment, with only the most basic information, and even the past mission experience was a "slight". She frowned slightly and closed the file.
"Go on."
"One is because the mission clerk made a major mistake, which led to the accidental death of the Son of Destiny who was the foundation of the small world. Under the turmoil and destruction of the small world, the mission clerk was affected and caused irreversible psychological trauma. It can only be formatted by the Psychological Department of the Fast-Pass Restarting to cure will not be counted as disease."
"The second is... you actively ask the Psychology Department to format and clear you."
09 whispered: "Compared to the very rare situation of destruction of the smaller world, many taskmen who fell in love with someone who shouldn’t be loved have chosen to eliminate emotions. The emotions are too intense and many directly format themselves. Reason two The possibility is great."
"..." 09 Heart had a sad tone, so Song Pianzhen almost made up for love and hatred.
She thought for a while: "I shouldn't be the second reason."
"Hmm? Why do you say that?" 09 was stunned, and protested, "But the host, you are so good, mission field S, how can the small world be destroyed directly? The first type is simply impossible to happen to you. Right?"
Song Pianzhen was noncommittal.
She denied the second type because of her understanding of her own personality. Just as she would not choose to forget Lin Qinglu after the first world, she didn't think she would make an escape behavior of formatting.
Moreover, according to the general principles of behavior, what a person has done will determine which direction the person continues to go in.
If she had ever given up on her lover, or escaped the intense pain that the small world brought to her, Song Pianzhen believed that her subconscious would no longer have the courage, prompting her to choose to remember Qinglu.
But I want to say I let the small world collapse and destroy...
"There is no third possibility?"
"No." The 09 tone was very firm, and he proclaimed the lesson according to the book.
Song Pianzhen let out a sigh of relief.
This is not the first time, and the answer given by 09 cannot convince myself.
09 has a high degree of affection for her, usually active and well-behaved, cute and cute, Song Pianzhen doesn't doubt her very much, but in the final analysis, 09 is just a set of codes, a receiving port that quickly passes through the bureau.
At this moment, Song Pianju's speculation and her intuition highly overlapped, sending out a slight and joyful hum.
09 is a puppet controlled by a transparent silk thread in front of the stage. It is a spider web sprayed from a gland by a spider. It seems to be vivid and lifelike, but in fact it is just a prop.
A prop that didn't know that he was being manipulated and manipulated at will, and a quick-pass game was used to confuse the task force-at least Song Pianzhen's own means.
Song Pianzhen kept this matter firmly in his heart, and said calmly:
"Okay, thank you, 09."
Except for the matter of passing the game, other things are being promoted step by step.
Since that day, Song Pianzhen and Song Xuehen have "encountered" many times.
Song Pianzhen perfectly showed the original image of the troubled Cinderella, oh, it should be said that it is the classic image of the heroine Wen Xiaobaihua.
(In the eyes of the rich) I am impoverished, but kind and simple, positive, optimistic and beautiful.
Seeing Song Xuehen's eyes, her attitude towards Song Pianzhen was also changing.
Nie Lingbo's foreshadowed relatives were in front. When Song Xuehen and Song Pianju met for the first time, she was keenly aware of something because of Song Pianju's face that resembled Nie Lingbo and her parent-less birth.
But this is only based on her sense of responsibility, and the excitement of looking for no results for many years, and suddenly seeing a little hope. As for the feelings...the feelings are all out of place, she really has nothing to Song Pianzhen.
But after meeting several times, Song Xuehen had to admit that even without the fertile soil of the Song family, Song Pianzhen worked hard enough to make herself good enough.
With the conditions she has, it is already very good.
Song Xuehen couldn’t help thinking, if she was really her cousin, if her aunt learned that her cousin had not been sold to others as child brides-in-law, she was manipulated into a handicap, but luckily in misfortune, she grew up healthy and even became an outstanding young man, How good it should be.
At this time, Song Xuehen completely forgot the faint prejudice and suspicion he had towards Song Pianzhen when he saw her, but sincerely looked forward to Song Pianzhen's personal information.
When Song Xuehen got the information, he saw Song Pian's suspicious birth date and a series of time and place that matched the number, and it was like a huge boulder that was constantly swaying into the sky, crashing to the ground, causing a tremor. Constantly surging reverberations.
Song Xuehen creases the data and yells to the housekeeper to prepare the car. She is going to find Song Pianzhen and ask her to confirm.
On the second floor, Luo Ruzhi, who accompanied Song Fei to do her homework, walked to the stairs and asked her:
"Don't take a nap today? Why is it so urgent?"
From his wife, Song Xuehen has nothing to hide: "Maybe I found some news about my cousin. It looks like it. I need to confirm it again."
"Cousin?" Luo Ruzhi didn't react first, and then his eyes widened suddenly, and he held the handrail of the stairs all of a sudden, "That lost cousin?"
"Well, I'm out." Song Xuehen walked hurriedly.
Luo Ruzhi stood on the second floor, watching his wife's back figure getting smaller and smaller, and he still hadn't recovered.
What happened for so many years that there hasn't been any movement at all, now suddenly there is news?
"Snapped."
A dull sound came from behind, awakening Luo Ruzhi.
She looked back, and Song Fei was standing not far behind her, with a celebrity book lying at her feet, describing it as disorganized.
According to the information address, Song Xuehen went to Song Pianju's apartment, but she was empty. She then remembered that today is the weekend and Song Pianju might be at Nie's house.
When he arrived at Nie's house, Song Xuehen saw another person outside the iron gate of Nie's garden.
The doorman of Nie’s house was polite, but refused to give up half a step: "Master Xi, I really can’t let you in without the invitation of Miss Madam."
"I came to visit with a gift, can't you tell me a word?" Xi Heng was majestic and overwhelming towards the guard.
He also couldn't help it. Recently, he couldn't get close to Nie Lingbo with all his energy.
"It really can't, don't embarrass me." The guard kept polite, his heart was crazy, and others would ask, but Mr. Xi, you are our young lady personally confessing that you don't care, so who dares to let you in.
"I……"
"Let's give in." A cold female voice came from behind.
Xi Heng looked back, almost biting his tongue.
Why is Song Xuehen here!
After the banquet that day, Xi Heng unilaterally listed Song Xuehen as his opponent, and he still couldn't provoke him temporarily.
Seeing her at this time, Xi Heng had a lot of sinister thoughts in his heart, but he had to laugh with anger:
"Ms. Song, are you here to visit Miss Nie too?"
He glanced at the doorman, "He said, no invitation, Miss Nie—"
"Mr. Song, you are here, please soon, the lady will be pleased to see you." The guard greeted with enthusiasm, and even kicked a leaf blocking the way for Song Xuehen with great diligence.
"..."
"Yeah." Song Xuehen walked over very quickly, without giving Xi Heng a look, without squinting.
Behind Song Xuehen, the guard stopped in the middle of the road again with a serious expression:
"Master Xi, please come back, I really can't let you in."
"..." SHIFT!
Everything at the door didn't leave a shadow in Song Xuehen's heart. She was now fully focused on major issues. After arriving at Nie's house, she didn't even have time to chat with Nie Lingbo and others, so she quickly proposed to talk to Song Pianzhen alone.
They borrowed the study room of Nie's family, closed the door and talked for half an hour, not long, but after they came out, their status changed.
Song Xuehen's eyebrows and eyes were more sure and close, but Song Pianzheng's always pure and beautiful face was more confused.
In Nie Lingbo's eyes, it was really pitiful, weak and helpless, just like a honey cake just out of the oven, with a soft and hot heart, but as long as she was watching her, she could still express some sweetness.
Taking advantage of Nie Xingzhou's miserable examination papers and Xiangsixi invigorating the exam, Nie Lingbo took Song Pianju out of the room, sat down in front of the open bookcase on the second floor, poured a cup of black tea for Song Pianju, and asked her in a low voice:
"What troubles do you seem to encounter? Can you tell me?"
Song Pianzhen thanked him softly. She took the cup and held it with both hands, looking at Nie Lingbo with crystal clear brown eyes:
"I... this happened so suddenly, I was a little panicked."
Nie Lingbo is very patient, his voice is calm, and with a little dumb coax:
"What's the matter?"
Good, speak up.
Tell me all the weaknesses you hide, the confusion you encounter, the dependence you urgently need.
Under her gaze, Song Pianzhen seemed to hesitate, but finally she spoke softly:
"Mr Song said, I may be the lost child of the Song family."
"How is this possible? It's... so incredible and so sudden. Although the children in our orphanage had this kind of dream when they were young, they dreamed that their parents would find it, but..."
Nie Lingbo stroked her long hair, then used his fingers to vacantly close the top of her hair, controlling her calmly and eagerly.
"but what?"