After knowing the truth, Su Beibei would occasionally think of the boy who also lost his father overnight, but still knelt down to beg her for forgiveness.
I don't know, after selling the house with my mother at a low price, how did the homeless mother and son live? That youth who looked pure and proud back then, did he grow up to be an outstanding man through self-improvement? Or wasted by life, dropping out of school early and disappearing from everyone
Meeting 29-year-old Li Li again, Su Beibei no longer recognizes him.
The 29-year-old Li Li has grown up like a reborn man, and the shadow of his youth has long since disappeared. He has suffered the most and suffered the most grievances, but the hardships of life have not broken his pride.
He is like a bamboo shoot that breaks through the ground and grows into a towering bamboo.
Su Beibei couldn't help stretching out her hand to stroke Li Li's eyebrows, she felt sorry for Li Li.
"Sorry, I forgive you."
Li Li, who was sleeping, felt that someone was touching him, he smiled, stretched out his hand to pull Su Beibei into his arms, and pressed her hand to prevent her from moving.
"sleep!"
Su Beibei thought wildly for a long time, and finally fell asleep. -
Song Ci stayed in Gmunden for a few days, and then returned to the country with Han Zhan.
During the honeymoon, Han Zhan hadn't touched a job these days, and once he returned to China, Han Zhan put in a lot of work. There are only ten days to the wedding, and Song Ci is also busy.
Her wedding dress and dress had all been modified, and Song Ci found a time to go to the store to finalize the makeup and styling on the wedding day.
The next day, Song Ci distributed the wedding invitations to those close friends and relatives. At night, Song Ci was sitting on a chair in the dining room, resting her chin on one hand, staring in a daze at the only light purple wedding invitation left on the table.
Seeming to have finally made up her mind, Song Ci stood up, picked up the invitation and went upstairs. She stuffed the invitation into her bag, took a shower, and went to bed early.
Han Zhan didn't come back until after twelve o'clock. Seeing that Song Ci was asleep, he didn't even take a bath. He just put his clothes on and lay beside Song Ci, and fell asleep with her.
The next morning, Song Ci woke up to the sound of Han Zhan taking a bath. She sat up, stared at Han Zhan in the bathroom, and peeked openly. Han Zhan finished washing quickly. He came out with a towel tied on and explained to her, "I didn't take a shower last night because I was afraid of waking you up."
Han Zhan took off the bath towel, put on his trousers, and said, "I have accumulated a lot of work, so I won't accompany you to eat breakfast. You should remember to eat on time."
"Alright Brother Han."
Song Ci kissed Han Zhan.
Han Zhan put on his shirt and vest. He suddenly said: "The temperature will drop drastically next month."
Song Ci: "Yes."
Han Zhan: "It's time to wear sweaters." He still misses Song Ci's handmade sweaters.
Song Ci smiled helplessly, "I have to personally supervise the wedding these days, and I'm busy. When the wedding is over, I'll knit some sweaters for you, okay?"
"good!"
Han Zhan asked for a good morning kiss and went to work.
Song Ci made herself a green and healthy breakfast, carefully selected and matched her attire, and went out on time at nine o'clock. "
This is a spacious piano room on the top floor. There are floor-to-ceiling windows on all sides of the piano room, and the gradient transparent gauze curtains are blown lightly by the wind. The piano room is very empty, only a simple grand piano and an antique guzheng are placed.
In the morning light, in front of the French windows to the north, a barefoot man in a pure white gown stood facing the window. His slightly long black hair was fixed on top of his head with a black hosta, and his face was round and round, like suet jade, warm and beautiful.
Looking closely at this man's face, one can see the faint traces left by the years, but the elegance and leisure on his body dilutes the cruelty and ruthlessness of the years.
He held a violin with his left hand, and a bow engraved with the word "North" in his right hand, which was as white as jade. The melodious sound of the piano sounded, and people heard it, and the soul was washed clean.
On the big tree outside the window, birds are singing non-stop.
The sounds of piano, wind, and birds all come together, which is the happiest sound made by nature.
Song Ci was sitting in the car, looking up at the man standing by the window, her eyes were slightly hot. "teacher"
After the practice, Shen Yubei put away the violin and walked out of the piano room barefoot. When he came downstairs, he heard the housekeeper say, "Mr. Shen, did you invite friends to your house today?"
Shen Yubei took the coffee from the butler, walked towards the courtyard, and said as he walked, "No, why, someone called you?" A group of people wanted to visit Shen Yubei.
If he could win Shen Yubei's favor and send his child to be his student, it would be smoke from the ancestral grave.
The butler said, "No, I saw a car parked at the door, and thought it was your friend visiting, so I asked."
Hearing this, Shen Yubei suddenly changed the direction of his feet, and walked towards the gate with coffee in his hand. He walked through the small courtyard and came to the gate, and sure enough, he saw a car parked at the gate.
It was the Aoyu No. 1 smart electric car, and Shen Yubei also bought one, but it would not be delivered until next week.
Shen Yubei walked into the car and said to the people in the car, "Friend."
Hearing Shen Yubei's voice, Song Ci's back tensed up. She held the steering wheel tightly, a little at a loss. Shen Yubei walked to the driver's seat, bent slightly, and looked into the car. “This is a private residence, no parking”
Song Ci suddenly raised her head and looked at Shen Yubei with a blushing face. "Teacher" she called the teacher softly.
Seeing Song Ci's face, Shen Yubei suddenly fell silent.
He took a deep look at Song Ci, straightened up suddenly, and said expressionlessly: "Miss, this is a private residence, please move the car away."
At this time, the butler also came over. "Mr. Shen, what's the matter?"
Holding the coffee, Shen Yubei turned to the butler and said, "Please move the car, lady, this is not a parking lot." After speaking, he returned to the room with the coffee.
The butler bent down and was about to ask Song Ci to move away, but when he lowered his eyes and saw Song Ci's face, the butler froze on the spot.
"You're Miss Song?" Although I haven't seen her for many years, Song Ci's appearance has changed a lot from when she was a girl, but Song Ci has a very good reputation in Wangdong City these years, and the housekeeper knows Song Ci.
The housekeeper knew better how important Song Ci's position was in Mr. Shen's heart. Mr. Shen loves Song Ci very much. He has been paying attention to Song Ci's situation all these years. He must hope that Song Ci can come back to him.
It's just that Mr. Shen is arrogant and refuses to admit his concern for Song Ci.
After all, Song Ci voluntarily gave up the violin, which made Mr. Shen very disappointed.
Song Ci nodded to the housekeeper uncle and shouted, "Uncle Liang."
"It's really Song girl!" Butler Liang looked back at the white shadow in the yard, he frowned in embarrassment, and said to Song Ci: "Song girl, your teacher is angry, look"
"Uncle Liang, don't worry, I'll handle it myself." Song Ci pushed open the car door, took her bag, and walked towards the gate.
(end of this chapter)