Returning from Nancheng to Gangcheng, Song Qiyue immediately returned to the old house of the Mo family. She wanted to see her son so desperately. In the back garden of the old house, Aunt Xu was accompanied, and there was Sister Jiang beside her. Madam Mo was pushing a stroller and coaxing the child with a rattle. The laughter came, and it was an exceptionally beautiful scene.
Song Qiyue hurried back and saw such a scene.
Mrs. Mo bent over, her beautiful and graceful face had a gentle smile.
Mrs. Mo, who has always been elegant and dignified but also almost indifferent, turned out to have such a side, which made Song Qiyue a little startled.
Steward Zhao accompanied and led to the back garden. He shouted, "Madam, Miss July is back."
This shout disturbed them and interrupted them. Jiang Jie and Aunt Xu looked at them one after another, and it was indeed Song Qiyue who had returned.
Song Qiyue smiled at both of them.
The rattle in Madam Mo's hand also stopped. She turned to look at Song Qiyue, smiling face, and immediately changed to her usual indifferent expression. She asked softly, "I'm back."
Song Qiyue replied, "Mother, the things in Nancheng have been completed, so I rushed back. However, Zheng Yan didn't come back together, he still stayed in Nancheng."
As Song Qiyue said, she walked to the stroller. She walked closer and saw that the child was sitting in the car. He was awake. His eyes were bright and dark. He smiled and squinted his eyes, which was extraordinarily cute. A pair of small hands were still stretched towards the sky, towards the rattle in Madam Mo's hand, as if they liked it, so I wanted to touch them.
Song Qiyue approached again, and she couldn't help shouting, "Yang Yang, mother is back."
It was also gone for a while. Although the child was too young and his memory had not been fully developed, he was really afraid that the little guy would not recognize himself.
The little guy looked at the face that was approaching, with curious eyes, but those little hands were still swinging, as if begging her to hug.
How could Song Qiyue be patient any more, and immediately picked up her son, the little guy was lying in his arms, he was smiling happily, but his eyes were fixed on the rattle in Madam Mo's hand.
Mrs. Mo handed it over, Song Qiyue took it, and teased the child.
"Why don't you stay in Nancheng and come back with Zhengyan?" Madam Mo asked.
Song Qiyue hugged the child and sat in a wicker chair. She replied, "It's been a long time since I came out. I want to come back and have a look. Zhengyan will probably not stay in Nancheng for too long. "
In the afternoon, Mrs. Mo was sipping scented tea, her delicate profile face was very rigorous, "Isn't it because I am worried that my son will stay in Mo's house."
Song Qiyue looked at her son's little face and couldn't bear to move it away, "Why, Yang Yang is the son of Zhengyan and I, and your grandson. I'm very relieved, but I still want children after being out for a long time."
"Are you not afraid that I will be against this child?" Madam Mo said again.
"Why should you be afraid?" Song Qiyue asked rhetorically.
Basking in the sun, Madam Mo slowly said, "I resolutely opposed it before. You left the child."
After a lapse of more than a year, she mentioned the situation again, and Song Qiyue also remembered. I once thought that if no one mentioned it, maybe she wouldn't tell it again. Only now, when talking about it again, Song Qiyue was holding the child, holding his little hand lightly, soft, warm, and so petite.
"Although I still think your actions at the time were cruel, and I do not agree with it, there is one thing that I have to tell you that I was only looking at the whole thing from my own perspective and standpoint at the time. I'm sorry, mother, I have said something."
"You love Zhengyan." Song Qiyue said softly.
The gentle female voice came, and Madam Mo looked at the garden in front. Time was quiet, everything was slow, but it was so bright, all the booming and splendid, all illuminating the whole body in an instant, and also illuminating the two. Human body. The rattle was still in his hands, making a drumming sound.
"Don't think that if you say this, I will recognize you in a different way, and don't think that if you give birth to Yangyang, you really become a member of the Mo family." Madam Mo said, "It’s not that simple to gain a foothold in the Mo family. ."
Song Qiyue smiled, "Yes, I know."
"The child's name can't be left blank all the time." After a moment of silence, Madam Mo said again.
"I have already told Zheng Yan. Zheng Yan meant to let his father decide. He hasn't heard from him yet, so maybe he's still thinking about it," Song Qiyue said.
Madam Mo frowned slightly, seemingly dissatisfied with this speed, and then she just said, "I'm sleepy, I'm going to take a nap, don't let the child sun too long."
Hearing her warning, Song Qiyue nodded, and Madam Mo got up and took the distant sister Jiang away.
Song Qiyue was still sitting in the wicker chair, the rattle was still flicking.
Just now, Song Qiyue suddenly remembered that when she was in Jiangcheng before, she was still pregnant and never gave birth to Yangyang. There was a case in the surrounding village where they lived. It was a theft case. A family in a neighboring village was stolen. While the police were investigating, a villager's woman in the surrounding village surrendered herself.
But afterwards, it was discovered that the woman who originally came from the head was not the real perpetrator. She was to protect her son.
Because his son was greedy for a while, he robbed someone else's house.
But when she was discovered by the woman, she took everything to herself and admitted that she was the thief.
In fact, the stolen items were not too expensive. It was also said that her son was underage, and later paid a sum of money and was not liable for criminal responsibility. After a few days of reeducation through labor, he was released and brought home by the woman. .
Only after this, the woman left the village with her son, and they wanted to move out.
Song Qiyue visited and asked her why she was leaving. The woman said: If you stay, you will have to be gossiped about. It is better to move.
It's terrible to say that Song Qiyue doesn't understand this truth.
Why should I protect my son in this way? I would rather go to jail and protect him.
Before leaving, the woman said: I know I did something wrong, but I can't help it. I can't just watch the stain on his back.
The stain may become a life-long stain, so I would rather bear it by myself than let her children bear it. Even if you understand that this is wrong, even if you know that it is wrong.
In the past, Song Qiyue didn't understand, she always felt that Mrs. Mo was too narrow, too selfish, and too incredible.
So she asked her: At that time, he will be told that his mother is a criminal! Is that how you love him? Does loving him make him sad!
Mrs. Mo's answer at the time was: Even so, I would not allow the possibility of something that shouldn't exist.
At that time, I only felt so stubborn and paranoid to the point that I couldn't pay attention to it, but now, it suddenly became clear.
Even though it is narrow, selfish and arbitrary, this cannot be said, and it cannot be said that this is not love.
Song Qiyue only understood it then.
...
"Mr. Mo, the young lady has returned to Hong Kong City. I arrived this afternoon. The wife took the young master, and sister Jiang and Aunt Xu also took a walk in the back garden at the time. Housekeeper Zhao took the young lady over, and then I I'm leaving. Madam and Young Madam chatted for a while, and the Madam went to take a nap, and Young Madam also took the Young Master back to the room..."
"In the evening, we ate together in the restaurant without going out."
"This morning, Mrs. Young returned to Mo's headquarters, and I went back to the company with Mrs. Young. I met Vice President Yao, and all day after, Mrs. Young was checking the audit of Bona's third-party company."
"At noon, I had a meal in the staff restaurant. I ate ribs, tomato eggs, and eggplant."
"There was a meeting in the afternoon and I'm still working."
On the other end of the phone, He Sangsang’s report was very detailed, telling her recent situation one by one. There was no error or omission even what the dishes were. Mo Zhengyan listened with deep eyes, He Sangsang said, "Mr. Mo, that’s That's it."
Mo Zhengyan was silent, and he asked after a long time, "Everything is normal?"
"Yes, everything is normal." He Sangsang said.
After repeated confirmations, Mo Zhengyan said, "Continue to report tomorrow."
"Yes." He Sangsang hung up.
In Nancheng Changxiang's office, Mo Zhengyan sat alone. He smoked a cigarette, but her face and her questioning sounded in his mind.
——If it’s the past, then why don’t you tell me, when you come to Nancheng and meet her, you can tell me, can’t you
——If you think it’s the past, it’s no longer necessary, and you don’t think it’s important, so why not here? Tell me, why is it not working here
I still remember at that time, her voice questioned solemnly, and her eyes, with such concentration, were also questioning, asking for an answer.
Before he spoke, she had already turned and left.
He thought that after he went back, she would scream and question, or she would not say a word in the cold war, but she called him: I have eaten.
Like a okay person, as if nothing happened, as if she had never questioned his words.
However, he still felt a little weird. Why was it so strange that he couldn't find the crux of it for a while.
I just feel that something is missing.
He drew a puff of smoke, and the smoke was scattered around, like white clouds floating by the window.
The weather in South City is good today, and so is Hong Kong City.
Large groups of white clouds floated past, and when I was busy, I was idle and looked at the scenery outside the window. Song Qiyue felt that this was also a kind of enjoyment.
On Mo's first day, Chu Yan came to the office to stop by. I was busy in the morning, so I didn’t have time. I finally got off in the afternoon and came to meet. Chu Yan lay on the sofa and read the magazine in his hand. “I heard that this trip is going to Nancheng and I won the project with Bona. ?"
"Only half of it." Song Qiyue said.
"I have also heard that the other party is pressing, and I have to find three parties to cooperate."
"This is also what I brought up."
"If they don't suppress it, will they agree?" Chu Yan raised his eyebrows.
Song Qiyue smiled, "The second thing is whether they agree or disagree. Now the key is to find the right company."
"Then you can look for it slowly, I'll pack a ticket with you. The word "appropriate" looks simple, and it's not as easy as you imagined." Chu Yan replied.
Song Qiyue didn't know where she would put it down. She put down the document and said, "Manager Chu, I think you are quite leisurely. I think I should propose to President Mo to delegate more tasks to the public relations department."
"Let me go, I have been working for two consecutive weeks. I have been socializing on weekends and have not rested! I haven't gone out to eat and shop for a long time!" Chu Yan cried.
Song Qiyue smiled, "Your mysterious lover, didn't you find you?"
"What a mysterious lover, I have never." Chu Yan refused to admit it.
"Well, the single Manager Chu, it doesn't help me to complain. It's better to go to the finance department. There are many elites in that department. When you go out, someone must line up to invite you to dinner."
"On my terms, have you sent someone to invite me to dinner?" Chu Yan was obviously disdainful.
"Oh, this is for someone to guard his body like a jade, even if it is empty and lonely, not to go outside to hook up." Song Qiyue joked vigorously.
Chu Yan was so ridiculed by her that she coldly snorted, "Manager Song, you have a good relationship with President Mo, please tell me that the density of work here is too high, and ordinary people can't stand it. I'm just an ordinary person."
"Don't, if you have something to say, let's ask Manager Chu to let me accompany you to eat and go shopping." Song Qiyue also understands her hard work, but she dare not tease anymore, she smiled, "I just came back, wait I'll find you again in two days."
Only then was Chu Yan satisfied. He took the magazine and left. Song Qiyue shouted, "This is what I just bought..."
"I'll take care of you." As a robbery, she took it and left.
At night in the old house of the Mo family, Song Qiyue coaxed Yang Yang to sleep. Then she was free to sort out the materials that she was going to work tomorrow.
After leaving the room, Song Qiyue turned her head, but saw the small staircase at the end of the corridor.
She had come to the stairs, which led to an attic, but the door of the attic was locked. She had secretly tried to break in, but she was unsuccessful. She was locked and couldn't get in, and she was discovered by Sister Jiang. Sister Jiang told her that this attic was owned by Mo Zhengyan, but it was usually locked.
Just when Song Qiyue was stunned, Sister Jiang came up, "Miss July."
"Sister Jiang." Song Qiyue shouted back.
"Madam asked me to ask you, did the young master fall asleep?" Sister Jiang asked.
"I have fallen asleep." Song Qiyue replied, but Jiang Jie noticed her gaze, "Are you looking at the attic?"
Song Qiyue replied, "I'm just curious, what's in it."
"There is nothing, probably something that the young master doesn't want." Sister Jiang said.
Song Qiyue thought about it, she nodded and asked again, "Is it always locked before?"
"Later, Master locked it."
"later?"
"Probably seven years ago." Jiang Jie said in deep thought.
"So, where is the key?"
"Yes, Young Master kept it by himself." Sister Jiang responded, seeming to realize that she had said too much. She immediately said, "Miss July, please rest early and good night."
"Okay, good night." Song Qiyue smiled, and Sister Jiang went downstairs again.
Song Qiyue wanted to go back to the room too, but couldn't help but look up at the end of the stairs again.
Seven years, another seven years.
I haven't been back to Nancheng in seven years, the attic that was locked seven years ago.
Everything is related to seven years, what a coincidence, but it exists like a taboo.
...
After two days, Song Qiyue finally asked Chu Yan to come out. When the sisters go shopping, they just eat and go shopping. When they are tired, find a place to stop and rest. In the dessert shop, I ordered two desserts and ate them. Song Qiyue asked, "Xiaoyan, how long will you remember a man and a woman?"
"Men are all white-eyed wolves. If you are good to you today, you will forget it tomorrow." Chu Yan replied.
"I'm serious."
"I'm serious too." Chu Yan took a bite of the almond cake.
"Ha, that's what I said!" Song Qiyue lowered her head and smiled. She looked at the chestnut cake and said again, "I mean if there is such a man and he remembers a woman, then he will How long do you remember."
"This question of you is so circumspect. Since you said that there is such a man, he remembers a woman, it seems that he will remember it for a lifetime." Chu Yan said.
Remembering the whole life, Song Qiyue's heart was tight, she argued, "I will forget it in the future, but how long will he remember it before I forget it!"
"You ask me, who shall I ask?" Chu Yan didn't answer, but now that she discussed it, she was also curious, "What kind of woman can a man never forget."
Song Qiyue thought for a while, she smiled and said, "Generally speaking, isn't it all first love? First love is the most memorable."
"Who said that, my first love, I don't remember what his face was." Chu Yan said coldly.
Song Qiyue answered her, "Have you ever had a first love?"
"Being a child's mother, my mouth is getting more and more poisonous." Chu Yan choked.
A bell rang, interrupting them, the phone flashed, and Chu Yan glanced at it and immediately understood, "Hey, the kid's dad is calling."
Song Qiyue picked it up, but found that she didn't know what to say, so she could only "hi".
"Are you off work?" Mo Zhengyan asked over there.
"It's down."
"doing what?"
"I asked Chu Yan to come out, and I was shopping with her." Song Qiyue said, she urged, "Okay, I won't tell you yet, I'm still chatting with her."
"Tell me when you go back."
Song Qiyue answered the voice and ended the call. Chu Yan glanced at her and said, "Don't hang up in such a hurry, just treat me as transparent."
"How can you make a light bulb so big as transparent?" She smiled and shouted again, "Hurry up, I want to go to the baby shop."
There was a topic about memorizing first love, but it didn't stop at the end, and it ended like that.
But Song Qiyue realized that even if she told herself not to care, telling herself that everything was just an interlude in the middle, but no matter what, there was still no way to think that nothing really happened and that you couldn’t feel that you couldn’t. Let her feel bored.
Because of that she couldn't control herself, Song Qiyue also found that she was gradually unable to, and calmly faced him.
...
"Mr. Mo, Mrs. Young got up at 8 o'clock this morning and had breakfast. Breakfast was milk and porridge, wheat bread, and some snacks. When I arrived at the company, it was exactly 9:30. Same as before, I have been working. Check the background situation of the partner company..." He Sangsang's phone report comes here on time every day.
It was the same as before. In the same situation, Mo Zhengyan didn't hear the clue, so he hung up.
However, that strange feeling is becoming more and more obvious.
He finally found out. In the past, every time she called at night, she was always so cheerful and happy, as if she could not finish talking. But now, her phone calls are getting shorter and shorter. I took a look at the phone and looked through the call time last night. It turned out to be only a short minute.
Because of that one minute, just after picking up, the child cried after a few conversations, so she said to go to bed early, hung up the phone and went to coax the child.
Mo Zhengyan looked through the text message record again, although she also sent a message asking for homely words such as whether she had eaten or not, it has not changed, as usual.
But suddenly the line of sight froze and saw the message she had sent before.
Suddenly there was a reason for all the unknown difficulties, and he suddenly realized.
...
A few days later, Song Qiyue had just finished a group meeting, and she hurried to the archives room again to find some relevant basic information. The archives room is very large. Except for the full data shelf, it is very empty. There are no people, only the registration girl outside the archives room.
Suddenly, a figure appeared in the information room, and the registration girl looked up at the person. She was shocked immediately, and she couldn't speak.
The man made a silent gesture and opened the door to enter.
Xu is that she is too focused, Xu is that his steps are lighter, so she did not notice his arrival.
She looked for the identification code of the document on the shelf, read one by one, and suddenly saw what she wanted, and lifted her hand to remove it. He just turned around and wanted to take a closer look under the light, but when he turned his head, he found the man standing behind him.
The man looked at her profile, but noticed her slightly frowned brows.
Song Qiyue was startled, she was stunned and said, "You, why are you here?"
Shouldn't he still be in Nancheng? Why is it here
"I'll be back when the business is over," he replied.
"Oh." Song Qiyue understood, she replied, "That's good."
"what are you doing."
"Look for information."
"found it?"
"Not yet." She turned sideways again, searching on the shelf.
He walked up to her and asked, "It's hard to find?"
"It's not..." Song Qiyue replied, his breath would disturb her thoughts.
Little did she know that her brows were frowning tighter, and he easily noticed, "Is it troublesome?"
"No, I will find it soon." Song Qiyue replied.
"I'm referring to the lock bridge." He asked suddenly, letting Song Qiyue be certain.
What she wants to say, admit or deny, doesn't seem right, it doesn't seem to be possible. But at this moment, she could only do her best, so she pretended to be generous and smiled and said, "How come."
"If it doesn't bother you, why do you do this to me." He asked again.
What did she do to him? Clearly good, isn't it? Song Qiyue frowned even more, but his hand touched her face.
She was certain, his fingers stroked her eyebrows, as if to rub her worries.
"You haven't called my name for a long time." Song Qiyue heard him say, she was looking at him and staring down at her, "I haven't called it once since that day."
If it wasn't for discovering the information, if it was not for seeing the difference in sequence, if it was not for noticing that there was a shout: Zheng Yan.
He was shocked just now, and he just found the crux of it. She hadn't called his name for a long time.
Since that day, it has never happened again.
Not once.