Song Qiyue said when she left the hotel, "Feier, call me at eight o'clock."
"What do you do?" Shao Fei was surprised.
"It's all you need to do. It's not good to talk so much." Song Qiyue glanced at him and walked away.
...
The Song family’s old mansion is located in the north of Haicheng city. It is a very quiet mansion.
The Song family's entrance hall is rugged, and the stone lions standing outside the old house are even more prominent.
When Song Qiyue came to the door of Song's house, she couldn't help touching the stone lion, feeling as cold as ever. She stood still for a while, and then rang the doorbell.
"This is the Song family, who are you looking for?" the doorman inside asked.
Song Qiyue found out that the doorman had changed people, so she could only call Song Jinzhi again, "I'm here."
Song Jinzhi answered the phone and came out quickly, "Sister, go in, uncle and they are all inside. Mom knows you are coming back. She has prepared a lot of dishes."
Calculated by seniority, Jin Zhi’s mother, Song Yujun, ranked second in the Song family’s elder generation, and was Song Qiyue’s aunt and Song’s mother’s sister.
And Aunt Jun has always cared her deeply.
Thinking of Aunt Jun, Song Qiyue felt tight.
The two entered the villa one after the other, and they just entered here. In the magnificent hall, the uncle and the uncle were sitting.
Song Qiyue stepped into the hall, only to hear Song Jinzhi shouting, "Uncle, Auntie."
Song Qiyue also shouted, "Uncle, Auntie."
Uncle Song Zhongchuan's black eyes were bright, but he drank, "Kneel down!"
This beating resounded throughout the hall, and Song Qiyue knelt down in front of them without saying a word. Song Qiyue's memory of this kind of punishment for kneeling is already innumerable.
"Song Qiyue! You left a letter and left for three years. Are you still our Song family child! Are you right about your dead mother!" Song Zhongchuan yelled and asked, Song Qiyue bowed his head and said nothing.
Song Jinzhi couldn't stand it anymore, "Uncle..."
"Shut up for me!" Song Zhongchuan's anger was obviously not small, and he had another questioning and cursing.
His reprimand eventually attracted Aunt Jun.
Just when Aunt Jun heard that July was coming back, she rushed out of the kitchen, but she saw a scene like this in the hall, and she hurried forward, "Forget it, I'm back in July, don't be like this, let her get up first Right."
The aunt also persuaded, Song Zhongchuan turned off the flames, and Aunt Jun helped her up, "Come on, come with me, these stockings are all knelt down, change your pants."
Going upstairs here, Song Qiyue looked up as soon as the door was closed, but she smiled at Aunt Jun, "Aunt Jun, I miss you."
She hugged her quickly, and Auntie Jun was taken aback, tears came out of her eyes, "You child, why have you left for three years..."
"Oh, don't cry, it's my fault, it's my fault, isn't it good for me?" Song Qiyue quickly admitted his mistake and begged for mercy, "Auntie Jun, why are you still so young and beautiful after three years of absence, please? Tell me, what panacea did you use?"
"You girl, how to say it is still so imprecise!" Aunt Jun finally smiled.
Song Qiyue wiped away tears for her, "I'm telling the truth!"
"How are you all these years? Okay? Your elder brother has been busy with his company recently, so he doesn't come back for dinner at night. Maybe you won't see him today..." Aunt Jun was talking and found a pair of pants for her. , "My pants are too big for you, you don't wear them well, so I took the ones that are too late..."
Song Qiyue didn't care, and just replaced it when he took it. It was really just right.
Just mentioning Xiang Wan, Aunt Jun looked a little unnatural.
Before Aunt Jun could speak, Song Qiyue asked, "How are Xiang Wan and Su He?"
"Very good..." Auntie Jun responded, and said after hesitating, "They are about to get engaged."
"That's really good." Song Qiyue still smiled.
At that moment, she recalled Su He's face, but it was still youthful and bright.