There was a generation gap, but she didn't feel bored at all when they were together. On the contrary, because of this generation gap, this difference between them, she admired him, respected him, and trusted him even more.
"Will you think I'm childish one day?" Song Zhixing asked him.
Tang Yu pressed his lips against the top of her head and sighed, "You used to be more childish than you are now."
The next day.
The two stayed in the hotel for the whole morning. In the afternoon, Tang Yu personally sent Song Zhixing back to the villa, and then went to the company.
Song Zhixing stayed alone in the villa, thinking of his grandfather and aunt again. He held his cell phone and stared at the number in a daze.
"Miss, why are you staring at your phone?" Sister Li came over with a dessert, "Drink something, I made it fresh."
"Thank you." Song Zhixing took a spoonful and looked at her phone sadly. After her call was hung up yesterday, neither her aunt nor her grandfather called her back.
"Sister Li... Tell me, can family ties really be severed just like that?" Song Zhixing asked bitterly.
Sister Li sighed, "After all, we are connected by blood, how can we just sever the relationship? I think your grandpa just wants to let you go and see if you will compromise. You should not really be stubborn with the old man, just be submissive and give in. Who knows, once he gives in, he might agree to everything you say."
Song Zhixing thought of Li Qiming's resolute look that day and felt unsure at all.
"Since you are so reluctant to let go, just give the old man another call to comfort him."
"I called, but he hung up yesterday because I didn't answer." Song Zhixing took a sip of dessert and replied bitterly. It tasted sweet, but it tasted bitter. She finally put down the spoon and picked up the phone again. What if he hung up? Just keep calling!
She plucked up her courage and was about to make another call, but before she could do so, a call came in.
It was a completely unfamiliar number, and she was slightly surprised.
After hesitating for a moment, he answered the phone and put it to his ear, "Hello."
"Xingxing, it's me. Let's meet!"
———
As soon as Tang Yu entered the office, he called Du Hui over.
"How is her household registration book?"
Second Master is really in a hurry! Wasn't it delivered yesterday? Du Hui sighed, but he only dared to say this in his heart. "It was delivered yesterday, and it can be done tomorrow. But... can the young lady be dealt with? She is only 18 years old now, I am afraid she is not interested in getting married?"
Tang Yu remained silent. Indeed, an 18-year-old boy had no idea about marriage. However, he always had a way.
"By the way, let me ask you something." Tang Yu didn't answer what he just said. He suddenly remembered something and asked Du Hui while flipping through the file, "What does 23333 mean?"
"Ah? 23333?" Du Hui thought this question was too strange. "Isn't it just 23,333?"
Tang Yu gave him a cold look, "If it were that simple, would I need to ask you? Xingxing said it was a hot word on the Internet, you can check it out."
He bowed his head and signed the document while instructing, "Also, check ORZ as well."
"…" Du Hui also looked confused, and after thinking for a while he asked, "What is the abbreviation of this phrase?"
It seems that some people, like me, have a huge generation gap with young people. Tang Yu felt relieved. "You are only in your 20s, and you are not much older than Xingxing. How come you are so out of date? So, you don't know what a fresh meat is."
"I know that!" Du Hui responded immediately, looking extremely happy as if he had won a prize. This shows that he is still young!
Tang Yu glanced at him with a look of disbelief. Du Hui smiled, "The term 'fresh meat' is used to describe me!"
"You're like this?" Tang Yu glanced at him and thought he was talking nonsense. "You're not fat. You have nothing to do with meat."
"This has nothing to do with meat. Fresh meat is used to describe a very handsome young man. Little girls like Miss Xiao like fresh meat the most."
"Really?" After hearing this, Tang Yu looked at Du Hui seriously and said, "That has nothing to do with you!"
"..." Du Hui complained. Isn't he quite handsome and young
Tang Yu threw down a document and took up another one, then asked leisurely, "How do you describe me? Are there any new Internet words?"
"Yes." Du Hui muttered, "I'm just afraid you'd be unhappy if I told you."
"explain."
“… old bacon.”
“…” Tang Yu threw the document towards Du Hui.
———
Song Zhixing never thought that Tang Yu's father would invite her to meet him. She was very nervous along the way. She felt that he must have come to her because of her and Tang Yu.
The place where Tang Yiming and her met was a quiet teahouse. The teahouse was decorated very elegantly. Although it was hot outside and the sun was blazing, there was a gentle breeze inside, which was very comfortable.
The elegant screens separated the small and exquisite private rooms. Song Zhixing was led to the innermost part by the waiter of the teahouse. When she arrived, Tang Yiming was sitting in front of the teahouse, making tea with skillful movements. The gurgling water and the tea leaves were brewing, and the fragrance was overflowing. Tang Yiming was already in his fifties, almost sixty years old, but he was still full of energy and his age was not visible.
"Mr. Tang, your guest has arrived." The waiter said softly. Tang Yiming raised his head and saw Song Zhixing's face. He was in a trance for a long time. Song Zhixing felt a little uncomfortable being stared at. He bowed slightly and greeted: "Grandpa Tang..."
Tang Yiming came back to his senses and smiled at her gently, "Sit down."
Song Zhixing sat down on his right side as he was told. Tang Yiming made her a cup of tea, "By the way, you little girls all like to drink juice, do you want the front desk to bring a glass of juice?"
"No, tea is fine too."
Tang Yiming's eyes swept over Song Zhixing. Finally, they fell on her neck. Song Zhixing was embarrassed. There was still a mark left by Tang Yu. She wanted to cover it with her hand, but that would only make it more embarrassing.
"Grandpa Tang, what do you want to talk to me about?"
"Grandpa Tang..." Tang Yiming smiled and chewed on these three words, feeling a lot of emotion in his heart, "You should call me 'Grandpa'. Your mother called me 'Uncle' in the past."
Hearing him suddenly mention his mother, Song Zhixing raised her clear eyes to look at him. Looking at those eyes, Tang Yiming was dazed for a moment, his memory and time intertwined, and he felt much heavier in his heart.
"I've heard about what happened between you and your second uncle." Tang Yiming said straight to the point.
Song Zhixing's heart tightened, and she put her hands on her knees, not knowing how to respond. She also couldn't tell whether there was blame or misunderstanding in Tang Yiming's words.
"I know Tang Yu's personality is very similar to his mother's - he will get what he wants no matter what obstacles are in front of him." Tang Yiming's voice was always slow. He took a sip of tea, put down the exquisite teacup, and looked at Song Zhixing, "Are you planning to follow Tang Yu like this? But, Xingxing, do you really understand his life?"