Why is Mo Zhengyan in Aunt Jun's ward?
Song Qiyue is not clear about this.
At this moment, everyone came back to their senses.
When I saw Mo Zhengyan, my uncle smiled and said, "Zhengyan, why are you here?"
"Brother Zhongchuan, knowing that Sister Yujun had an accident a few days ago and will be discharged from the hospital today, so I came." Mo Zhengyan replied in the room.
The group of people also entered the room, Song Lianheng said, "Uncle Mo came to Haicheng to do something yesterday, and I happened to meet him. When chatting about the aunt's hospitalization, Uncle Mo said to pick her up and leave the hospital. "
Song Lianheng explained this, and everyone understood.
"Uncle Mo." Song Xiangwan and Zhou Suhe shouted one after another.
Mo Zhengyan looked at them, "Xiang Wan, Su He, it's been a long time."
It’s been a long time since I haven’t seen you. It’s probably some days.
"July, why don't you call someone." The aunt whispered beside her.
Although Song Qiyue and Mo Zhengyan had a complicated relationship in it, and they had been together, the eldest aunt still values this issue of etiquette.
Song Qiyue answered, "My uncle, how are you."
Aunt Jun said, "It's too polite, how can I let you come to the hospital? Actually, I have nothing to do."
"If anything, Sister Yujun, even if I'm not in Haicheng, I still want to greet you knowing that this happened to you. Not to mention, I'm in Haicheng today." Mo Zhengyan said.
As soon as I heard these words, Mo's family also had strict tutoring.
The group of people here chatted for a long while, but Song Qiyue didn't say anything, she just helped Aunt Jun to pack her luggage.
While chatting with them, Mo Zhengyan also looked at Song Qiyue's quietly tidying up.
Song Qiyue closed the zipper, and Mo Zhengyan said just in time, "Sister Yujun, let's take you out of the hospital first."
Song Qiyue said immediately, "Yes, Auntie Jun, I'll take care of everything."
"You really have a tacit understanding." Song Xiangwan smiled.
Tacit understanding?
Song Qiyue raised her eyebrows.
"Let's go, aunt, the car is parked downstairs." Song Lianheng said again, and walked out to meet them.
Mo Zhengyan was supporting Aunt Jun, and Song Qiyue was on the right side of Aunt Jun.
They supported each other, Zhou Suhe was walking with Song Xiangwan behind, and his eyebrows twisted when they saw the two figures walking side by side.
A group of people left the inpatient building, and several cars parked in the parking lot of the hospital.
"Sister Yujun, take my car and let me take you home." Mo Zhengyan said again.
The uncle said, "Second sister, then you can take Zhengyan's car."
Mo Zhengyan took the initiative to mention it kindly, and Aunt Jun couldn't refuse any more, so she got into his car.
It's just that there are only two seats in the rear seat, not enough for three people, so Song Qiyue wanted to sit in the same car.
However, Mo Zhengyan said, "July, you too, take care of your auntie Jun."
"Oh, good." Qi Jian and the others drove a car anyway.
In this way, Song Qiyue naturally accompanied Aunt Jun and sat in the same car.
I thought that Mo Zhengyan was going to take another car, but who thought that after they got into the car, Mo Zhengyan opened the door of the passenger seat and got in.
The convoy set off back to Song's house.
The interior of the car is very spacious, and Mo Zhengyan is in front, he said warmly, "Sister Yujun, how are you feeling today."
"Very good, it's better to be able to go home than anything else."
Song Qiyue said, "Uncle, did you come to Haicheng to discuss the project again this time?"
"Yep."
"What project?"
"Are you interested again?"
"Ha, if there is any benefit, I would be happy to let our company intervene."
"You really don't want to find opportunities for your company all the time."
"The food of the emperor bears the burden of the emperor's worries." Song Qiyue moved out of this mantra.
The two of them got along quite easily and naturally, which actually made the auntie Jun a little stunned.
After tossing around, he returned to Song's house.
Song Qiyue and Song Xiangwan helped Aunt Jun go back to the room first.
Putting down his luggage, Song Xiangwan said, "Auntie, I let the kitchen stew sweet lily soup, which is very nourishing. I will go get a bowl for you now."
"Okay." Aunt Jun was very pleased. Song Xiangwan was always considerate and sensible since he was a child.
Here Song Xiangwan went downstairs, Song Qiyue warned, "Auntie Jun, I have marked you with these medicines. How many pills a day and when to take them are written here. You have to remember every day. Eat, don’t forget."
"My memory is better than you." Aunt Jun took her and sat down next to her, "July, I ask you, do you still have a personal relationship with him now?"
"Who? Su He?" Song Qiyue was pretending to be stupid, "I don't usually have it."
"I'm talking about your uncle, Mo Zhengyan."
"He." Song Qiyue thought, she replied, "I meet occasionally."
Really occasionally, but his entanglement at work.
"Are you together again?" Aunt Jun said what she was worried about.
"How can it be?"
"Really?"
"of course!"
Aunt Jun breathed a sigh of relief, "I think you talked so well in the car, I thought you..." She paused and took her hand. All are good, but not suitable."
Aunt Jun said euphemistically, but Song Qiyue could understand.
Based on the family banquet last year, with the embarrassing situation at that time as the bottom line, Aunt Jun didn't want them to come together anymore.
Song Qiyue patted her hand, "Ann, Auntie Jun, it's impossible in the next life!"
"I get along with him as friends, and it feels weird to be too cautious."
Aunt Jun thought about it and found it reasonable, so she was relieved, "Let’s go down, too. If there are guests, we can’t sit in the room."
"That's right, as soon as you were discharged from the hospital today, he will bother you."
"You kid! You can't say that!"
Song Qiyue pouted.
In the side hall downstairs, the Song family and Mo Zhengyan were sitting together talking.
Song Xiangwan prepared the sweet soup, brought it out for everyone to taste, and even served a bowl for Aunt Jun. When she saw Aunt Jun come down, she smiled and said, "Auntie, why are you coming down? I just want to give it to you. You serve it up."
"Today is lively at home, of course I want to come down and join in the fun." Aunt Jun said with a smile.
A group of people took their seats in the side hall.
The position was not enough, Song Qiyue stood directly beside Aunt Jun.
The housekeeper took a bowl of sweet soup from the tray and handed it to her, Song Qiyue quickly took it, "Thank you, Uncle Housekeeper."
Everyone tasted the dessert and continued to talk, but Song Qiyue's mind was in this bowl of dessert.
She is naturally delicious, and when she has good food, she doesn't care about anything else. It's just a pity that the sweet soup just came out, it's very hot.
Song Qiyue exchanged both hands holding the bowl, and there was no place to put it.
Zhou Suhe saw it, and he shouted, "July."
"En?" Song Qiyue raised her eyes.
"Come here." Zhou Suhe shouted in public.
Song Qiyue walked over.
Unexpectedly, he pointed to the round table beside him and said, "It's too hot, put it here."
Song Qiyue was stunned, "Oh, good."
Zhou Suhe's concern was really blatant, in front of everyone, but he didn't realize there was something wrong with it, but he faced everyone calmly.
Everyone didn't think much about his natural and indifferent posture.
It seemed that he was just reminding her kindly.
After this, Mo Zhengyan stayed at Song's home for lunch.
Mr. Mo drove over. Of course, this lunch was much richer than usual. After a good meal, my uncle enthusiastically invited him to play chess with him in the afternoon.
Three rounds are determined, and the first round is tied.
The uncle is getting older and his eyes are tired. "My eyes are not good. I will find someone to do it for me."
The uncle looked at Song Lianheng, "Lianheng, come and play with your Uncle Mo."
Song Lianheng responded, "Okay."
Uncle got up and gave up his seat, Song Lianheng sat down.
Starting to play chess, the lottery is determined in sequence, the black one is Song Lianheng, and the white one is Mo Zhengyan.
In Go, the first player to play must be easy to win. Song Qiyue took a look at the situation, and Song Lianheng was able to start.
They started playing the chess box with one person and one hand.
The star position on the chessboard began to play, Song Lianheng's Baizi played first, and Mo Zhengyan's Heizi followed.
Baizi occupies five star positions including Tianyuan, while Sunspot only occupies four. Just this comparison tells where the advantage lies. Black chess is a stable style with deep and sharp layout, while white chess style is calm and peaceful, and it seems that there is no foreshadowing.
This round was played for a long time, and when he saw the midfield, Song Lianheng was about to win first, but Bai Zi did not rush to remedy the attack.
Wait until the end of a round, forget about posting.
Heizi and Baizi are the same again!
In the previous game, Mo Zhengyan played with his uncle and it was a tie. This time it was a tie with Song Lianheng.
How can there be such a coincidence?
Everyone knows it!
Song Qiyue was also strange. She looked at Mo Zhengyan and saw him smiling and Song Lianheng responded.
Can his chess skill be so amazing?
The uncle smiled, "How good is this? Another round was played, and the result was still a tie."
At this time, Song Lianheng said, "Then find someone else to come."
The uncle was also very interested, and now he looked at Zhou Suhe again, "Suhe, you are in this game."
Zhou Suhe smiled and took the position of Song Lianheng.
The more Song Qiyue looked at it, the more he felt that it was not like playing chess, but rather like a war.
It is lizi who loses and face is what wins.
Song Lianheng belonged to the Song family, and Zhou Suhe was also considered half of the Song family because of Song Xiangwan’s relationship. Before that, Mo Zhengyan was so capable, and he was tied with his uncle and Song Lianheng. The face is dull.
Zhou Suhe was not as lucky as Song Lianheng, this time he caught Baizi.
And Mo Zhengyan held the sunspot.
The two started to stand, and the chessboard criss-crossed between you and me.
Mo Zhengyan's always elegant chess style, while Zhou Suhe's chess style is gentle, but with foresight.
It's just that the more you continue to go down, the direction of the chessboard has changed, and Zhou Suhe has become more fierce, and every move is an offensive.
But Mo Zhengyan is still the same, but his set moves unexpectedly become one piece inadvertently!
It's like a huge star position, it becomes so weird.
Uncle stared earnestly, Song Lianheng watched from behind, Song Xiangwan was supporting him by Zhou Suhe, with a touch of worry.
Behind Mo Zhengyan, Qi Jian and He Sangsang stood quietly.
Song Qiyue looked at the chessboard, and she knew that this round might hang!
Su He went down too quickly, and Mo Zhengyan stayed on hold for the time being. If he launched an offensive, the attackers would be caught off guard!
Therefore, Zhou Suhe dare not lay down now.
I don't know whether to continue the offense or defend.
In the moment of silence, Zhou Suhe held a chess piece and was about to drop off the chessboard.
Song Qiyue saw that he was going to fall there, and she said, "Oh, don't go there, why do you want to go down there?"
Everyone turned their heads to look at her, Song Qiyue pointed to the chessboard and said, "Su He, why not go here? This is a good location!"
Zhou Suhe turned to look at her, and saw her finger pointing to the chessboard, just like she did when she was young.
Song Xiangwan said, "In July, when others are playing chess, spectators can't speak out. Don't you understand this rule?"
"What does it matter? It's not an international competition, I can't help it! Uncle, you don't care, do you?" Song Qiyue was already gesticulating.
Mo Zhengyan made a gesture, and he motioned to her freely.
After receiving the amnesty, Song Qiyue directly took a chess piece and played it in another place.
Mo Zhengyan also wants to continue his son, Song Qiyue shouted again, "No! Uncle, don't get down here! If you get down here, if Baizi goes down here, isn't all this piece gone?"
"July, are you going to play a whole game of chess alone?" Song Xiangwan frowned.
"What I said is true!"
"Can't Bai Zi stop it?"
"How to stop it? Tell me?"
Song Xiangwan was a little frustrated, and she also picked up the chess piece and made a move for Zhou Suhe.
"Well, you are here, then I will..." Song Qiyue continued to fight her.
It was just a battlefield of two men, and it suddenly turned into a battlefield of two women, which immediately left the men speechless.
Finally, the next thing is not open.
As for the result, it makes people feel funny.
"Who actually won this in the end?"
Song Xiangwan dismissed Zhou Suhe's white son, and Song Qiyue dismissed Mo Zhengyan's black son.
In the end, Bai Zi defeated Sunspot with a slight advantage!
Song Xiangwan smiled and said, "I said it, there won't be any mistakes in this way."
"How is this possible!" Song Qiyue stared at the chessboard.
The uncle said, "Then who is the winner in this round?"
Song Lianheng looked at them and couldn't tell.
Zhou Suhe said, "It doesn't count."
Mo Zhengyan smiled, but he said, "I lost."
"July replaces me. She is from my side. Of course it is mine, so I lost." Mo Zhengyan said very fair.
Song Qiyue sighed, "Uncle, sorry, I let you lose."
"Who taught your chess?" Mo Zhengyan asked.
"In the beginning it was the uncle, then the teacher."
"What about Xiangwan?"
"She's the same as me."
Mo Zhengyan smiled, "It seems that you are not good at learning."
"Since I was young, I have never won Xiang Wan." Song Qiyue sighed again.
Song Xiangwan stood beside Zhou Suhe, and she smiled, "Who makes you fall asleep every time you learn to play chess?"
Everyone laughed, Zhou Suhe also smiled.
He looked at Mo Zhengyan and recalled the words he had just said—July replaced me. She is from my side, of course I am counted.
She is from my side.
Zhou Suhe read these seven words silently, the chess piece tidied up, but his fingertips used force.