In front of the old unit building, two young men with extraordinary temperaments, holding cigarettes in their hands and vomiting circles in their mouths, their every move reveals nobleness and is incompatible with the surrounding environment.
The same is smoking, some people can extract aristocratic temperament, and some people can only be street gangsters.
"Brother Zhen, I wasn't dazzled just now, that's actually a little girl doll, right?"
Pink face, round eyes, red lips, white teeth, and tweeting...
Although he is only two years old, he is still an age at which gender can be distinguished from his looks and dress.
"Ok."
Song Zhen saw the little girl too.
"If, I mean, if the news is wrong, and it is not a son but a daughter that is left behind, then there will be no successors, Brother Zhen, you can—"
A flirty look that implies warning successfully made Song Qi shut up.
But what he wanted to express was already obvious.
After being quiet for only three seconds, Song Qi entangled it again: "Brother Zhen, Brother Zhen, do you see what that woman looks like?"
"No."
"It's all to blame for the broken building, what kind of community is this, the environment is so bad, there are no lights in the corridor..."
"Why, are you curious?" Song Zhen rarely answered him once.
Song Qi was very enthusiastic: "Of course! You think, she lives in this kind of place, it's Song again... Well... Brother Yu's third son, and gave birth to a child for him, whatever. The piles are worthy of discussion. To be honest, I really never thought that the gentleman like Yu Ge would also raise children outside, even the cubs were born..."
"Aqi, pay attention to your wording."
"OK, I'm civilized. Anyone in our circle can raise three children, including me and you, but Brother Yu is absolutely impossible."
The corners of Song Zhen's mouth raised lightly, seemingly ridiculed: "However, the facts are in front of us."
"It's more than the facts, it's just like a mountain of iron evidence, that all human lives have come..." There is no way for blood to deceive. Since the direct line agreed to take this woman and her child back, it proves that the blood relationship has been determined. Desperately.
The Song family has no interest in helping others raise children. If you want to raise children, you must raise yourself.
Therefore, whether it is such a stupid question of your own life, you don't need to think about it at all, you can skip it directly.
Song Qi raised his wrist to look at his watch: "It's been forty minutes, why haven't you come down? How about I go up and remind you?"
Song Zhen: "Don't worry, wait a minute."
At the door before, the two sides had a face-to-face meeting. He briefly explained his intentions. The woman's reaction was calm, as if she had known that they would come a long time ago.
"Our main purpose today is to pick you and your child back to Song's house."
"Well, I will tidy up and it will be fine soon." She accepted too quickly and calmly.
Thinking of this, Song Zhen snorted: "This woman..."
"?" Song Qi was confused.
Hold it down, can't help it: "What's wrong with her?"
Song Zhen: "Very interesting."
"?"
Twenty minutes passed in a blink of an eye, before the person came down, Song Qi had already sucked his nose full of flies, and the sound of puffing and puffing on his mouth never stopped. Finally, after four or five sneezes in a row, he couldn't bear it: "I'll go up. Check it out!"
On the other hand, Song Zhen still looked calm and relaxed. He took out something from the inner lining pocket, shaken it away, and put it on his face skillfully under Song Qi's incredible gaze.
"Mouth, mask?!"
Song Zhen didn't speak, but directly answered him with his eyes.
Song Qi instantly recalled that he was in the car before, and Lao Xu handed him a mask. He was pushed by him on the excuse of "Looking like a girl chirping", so that he could only look at it with eyesight now.
So, if you come out, you will have to pay it back sooner or later.
Feeling irritated again, Song Qi speeded up his steps to go upstairs. In the blink of an eye, he was stunned to get out of the style that the six relatives did not recognize.
Unfortunately, before he could enter the apartment building, the woman had already appeared in front of him with the child and two suitcases.
This time there was no dim corridor and no backlight angle, so Song Qi could clearly see the woman's face.
The size of a palm, a pointed chin, a shawl of long hair hanging down on the sides, and a skin white as snow.
"Mr. Song is planning to go up and find me?" The tone was cool, cold and almost alienated, but it was very nice.
"I just want to see if I can help."
The woman cast her gaze to the two suitcases and nodded slightly: "Trouble."
Song Qi: "..." You're really welcome.
The woman let go and held the "Little Nezha" she had just seen, but her other hand stretched out to her back and pulled out a... little boy? !
Song Qi was stupid.
Na Xiang stepped forward quickly, and Song Zhen who happened to see this scene couldn't help but be stunned.
Two kids
The women simply ignored the surprise and astonishment on their faces, and only turned their gentle gazes on the boy. The original dull voice was also stained with heat, like a soft spring breeze, and gurgling like a clear spring: "Like, praise, pull well. Mother's hand."
The little boy did not speak, nor raised his head. He still kept his eyelids drooping, but his white and tender, fleshy little hands climbed onto the woman's big hands, and then he held on.
"How come there are two children? Who are they brother Yu's flesh and blood?!" Song Qi raised his voice, his eyes were a little absurd, and his tone was questioning.
Song Zhen narrowed his eyes slightly, this time, he didn't stop.
There are some problems that someone will ask and explore before there will be a breakthrough.