The place where Song Qiyue and Kent first met, but only reported the name of a highway, and the car drove there and waited. When Song Qiyue arrived, she saw Kent had arrived.
"Sorry, Dr. Kent, let you wait." Song Qiyue got out of the car.
Kent smiled and said, "I live near here. I arrived early. I know there is a teahouse nearby. It's not bad. Let's take you there."
Song Qiyue agreed and went with him.
But I didn't expect that the teahouse Kent brought her to turned out to be---You come again.
This teahouse has been open for a long time, but because it has remained unchanged, the business is light, but it has been operating.
Song Qiyue looked at the plaque, but felt a trance.
"Miss Song." Kent shouted again, and she walked in with a smile.
After entering the teahouse, Kent was obviously an old customer here, so the waiter recognized him, but he was also curious about the woman who came with him. This seems to be the first time this old customer who has been coming recently brought him. The woman arrives.
"Sir, it's this one." The waiter smiled and took them to the private room where Kent would usually go.
Kent greeted people with a smile, "Yes."
Song Qiyue watched their such intimate conversation and said after ordering tea, "It seems that you come here often."
Kent replied, "Chinese tea art is the quintessence of the country, and I like it very much."
"I thought that like Dr. Kent, I might like teahouses like the Tang Dynasty or Yuchayuan." Song Qiyue said.
"Why do you say that?" Kent asked.
Song Qiyue raised her eyes and said, "Because of you, Dr. Kent, you are very delicate. Well, it can be said to be picky."
In fact, in comparison, Jun Zai Lai is definitely far from the two teahouses. Kent smiled and said faintly, "I have been to the two teahouses you mentioned, but this one is close to each other, and it is also here. It’s quiet. I have a friend who probably likes it very much, so I came here to see how this teahouse is different from others."
Song Qiyue heard that she nodded slightly. The chattering topic came here, but she didn’t want to continue. Kent also saw what she meant, "Miss Song, you asked me out today because you wanted to ask Ms. Song for an appointment. my situation?"
"Yes." Song Qiyue replied immediately, "I know this is sudden, and I know it will embarrass you. You have the professional ethics of a doctor, but my aunt, Ms. Song, died in a car accident the other day. ."
"It's unfortunate." Kent frowned.
"At the time of the incident, she was in Port City and suddenly came from Haicheng. No one knew what it was for. So I want to know what she said when she contacted you before." Song Qiyue hurriedly said. , I don't intend to hide it, because if you don't tell the truth, I'm afraid this Doctor Kent will never speak.
Kent said, "Miss Song, don't you think who killed Ms. Song?"
"No, I haven't thought about it that way." Song Qiyue twisted her eyebrows, "The police have thoroughly investigated it. It was an accident. I just want to know the truth. Because..."
Song Qiyue remembered the multiple-choice questions before Aunt Jun died again. She fell into hesitation, "Because I'm really confused."
"You seem to be really embarrassed." Kent replied, and he said silently, "Then I will tell you this time. Ms. Song did get my contact information from my sister Song, and she also contacted me. After meeting me, we chatted for a while, about the physical condition of a friend she knew."
"Who is that friend, do you know?" Song Qiyue asked.
"We just talked a few words and didn't understand it deeply." Kent replied, "I didn't take this patient either. You know, I was on vacation, and I already had a patient on hand."
How could Song Qiyue not understand that Kent was the one she invited, but now, she was trapped in the mist again, as if she would never know why Aunt Jun came, which made her so frustrated.
"Miss Song, I don't think your spirit is very good. If necessary, I can do a few psychological counseling classes for you." Kent said.
"Thank you, Dr. Kent, if I need it later, I will find you." Song Qiyue responded.
Originally came to the meeting with expectations, but to no avail, Song Qiyue's loss, she understood clearly in her heart, it was just that she had talked about this topic, and suddenly she didn't say anything, and there was not much interaction between them. Suddenly, Kent's cell phone rang and it was a phone call coming in. On the other end was a woman's voice, "Kent, are you going back to China today? Come to my studio."
"Okay, teacher, I will go there." Kent answered.
When Song Qiyue heard him shouting like this, she also guessed who it was, "Is it Mrs. Qi?"
Kent nodded, "Let me pass now."
"Then you go, I'm okay, sit for a while, by the way, if I pay the bill today, I will definitely let me buy it." Song Qiyue smiled.
Kent is not polite, "If Ms. Song is boring, do you want to go together? I think you also went to the exhibition before."
"Actually, it's my aunt and aunt. They like..." Song Qiyue talked about the Song family, feeling sad, that the title could still be so familiar, "No need, I'm not going."
"Goodbye then." Kent didn't insist. When he got up, he said again, "Miss Song, Ms. Cheng's condition has now been under stable control. I think she will be able to recover soon. Now she is in very good condition. ."
"Really, that's good." Song Qiyue replied softly.
While smiling, Kent left, walked out of the private room, Kent went outside the teahouse. When the waiter opened the door, he saw the man's figure in the reflection of the door mirror coming down from upstairs to the private room.
"Mr. Go slowly." The waiter smiled and saw him off.
In the private room, Song Qiyue was still sitting and left immediately. Suddenly someone knocked on the door and then entered. Song Qiyue raised her head to see that it was the person who had been missing for a long time. She smiled, "Boss Tang, how come here in person."
It was Tang Hanchen who came, and he took the seat. "The manager told me just now that there was a beautiful female customer in the teahouse, and I won't come down and take a look.
"Mr. Han, I really can't see it. Since becoming the boss, this eloquence is getting better and better than before. He coaxes women and doesn't even need to type drafts." Song Qiyue smiled.
"Why did you come here today?" Tang Hanchen asked.
"My friend made an appointment. I didn't expect to be here. It's a coincidence."
"He is your friend?"
"That's it."
"I often come to the teahouse recently, it turned out that you introduced it."
"I really didn't introduce him, he came here because he lived nearby."
"Which company is he in charge?" Tang Hanchen asked.
"He? He is a doctor." Song Qiyue said, Tang Hanchen raised his eyebrows, "Doctor?"
"Don't you think he looks like?"
"I often visit, so I have talked a few words, this person is a doctor, he is overkill." Tang Hanchen replied, and he smiled, "But this doctor always comes alone. Is it because he admires you?"
"..." The tea cup in Song Qiyue's hand trembled, "Boss Tang, don't hurt me like this, you know, I'm married a long time ago."
"If you are married, you are not allowed to be admired by others?" Tang Hanchen asked with a smile.
Song Qiyue glanced at him, "Quite, I can't influence other people's thoughts anyway. But you, Boss Tang, when can this teahouse have more than one proprietress and only one boss, don't you feel empty and lonely?"
"You are the lonely person, I heard that Chu Yan is gone." Tang Hanchen said suddenly.
"Boss Tang is amazing, he is no longer in the business district, and the news is still so good." When talking about Chu Yan, Song Qiyue smiled, but his eyes were even more sad. "Sometimes I really envy her, and I just want to leave. Go wherever you go."
"Legs are on your own body, not the same for you." Tang Hanchen said.
"Then why don't you leave?" Song Qiyue asked, "I heard, Miss Ji, she is no longer in Hong Kong."
Tang Hanchen lowered his eyes, his eyes were silent, and he raised his eyes again, "I'm just like you, I can't let it go."
It is reported that Tang Hanchen's biological mother is still alive in Hong Kong. He is a filial son and will never leave here, so although he has healthy legs, he can't just leave.
As for her, she also had healthy legs, but she was so caught up in the fetters.
What's more, there are also different things, Song Qiyue smiled, "Mr. Han, there are places you can go, and where can I go."
Since the death of Aunt Jun, since the Song family broke the relationship, she seems to have nowhere to go. At this moment, she suddenly missed Chu Yan, and she seemed to be able to realize how desperate and lonely she was when she left. How much to let go.
In Aunt Jun's call log, except for Kent, the rest were just relatives and friends, and there were no others. The message arrived here, as if it had been broken again, and there was no more text. Song Qiyue still didn't know the truth, like a cloud of fog that would never be cleared away.
Song Qiyue didn't know what to do. He fell asleep at night, and another nightmare struck. The long railway can't go to an end no matter how it goes, it never ends. She woke up suddenly, it turned out to be dim sweat, which also woke him up beside her.
"Have a nightmare again?" Mo Zhengyan hugged her, gently soothing.
Song Qiyue couldn't speak for a moment. In fact, it wasn't a nightmare at all, it was just too barren and empty. In his comfort, in the next caress, she seemed to slow down, and somehow she was entangled in some messy thoughts, there was no way to sort out, and she couldn't sort out, she asked tremblingly, "Mo Zhengyan, tell me, did you contact Aunt Jun, what did you all say that day!"
She asked these questions repeatedly, and Mo Zhengyan answered countless times, "I didn't contact Aunt Jun. We didn't have time to meet that day, and we didn't say anything. It's true. It's true in July."
"Tell me, you don't know why Aunt Jun came to Hong Kong City."
"I do not know."
"Tell me, you really don't know."
"I really do not know."
"you do not know any think."
"I do not know anything."
This kind of question and answer was repeated countless times. Finally, tired, Song Qiyue lay down again. He said in his ear, "July, I will be with you, and Yangyang and I will be with you."
As if being hypnotized by him, and as if being hypnotized by herself, Song Qiyue seemed to frame herself in one place, she couldn't move, she didn't know what to do, just like the railway in the dream, she could only go forward and forward. , Couldn't stop the pace, and chose to accept his fate.
In the end, Song Qiyue still didn't know the truth about Aunt Jun's arrival in Hong Kong, and she had to be stranded after seeking to no avail.
If you don't think stubbornly, life will be much smoother, but life will still be as usual. Working hard, the efficiency is very high, which may also be a good thing. Luo Zheng had a phone call, Song Qiyue also heard Shanshan's voice, the boy shouting "Dried mother" every bit, it was very soft and sweet.
Luo Zheng couldn't help contacting Song Qiyue, and he also contacted Mo Zhengyan in private, "Zhengyan, are you and Qiyue good?"
"well."
"I heard." Luo Zheng hesitated and said, "Is it all good?"
"I will always be with her, so nothing will happen." Mo Zhengyan responded.
When Luo Zheng heard him say this, although he didn't know the situation, he was relieved, "No matter what, it's good to have you there. She needs you very much now."
Seeing that the weekend was about to come, it rained the day before, Song Qiyue was at home, and Mo Zhengyan was there on the weekend, planting flowers and plants in the back garden to accompany the children, and the day passed. The next day it was out of the sun, Mo Zhengyan went out to do errands, but Song Qiyue wanted to go out for a walk.
In such a good weather, the sun does not get too much, and it really disappoints this sunny day not to go out.
Prepare things, change clothes for the child, and have all the strollers ready. Song Qiyue drove and took the child out with Aunt Xu.
They haven't traveled like this for a long time, and in fact they don't go anywhere, buy some small things for the children, watch the performances on the stage here in the square, and the children are performing publicly on weekends. Although Yang Yang is still young, he is particularly keen to watch and laughs constantly.
After watching the performance, Aunt Xu put the baby stroller back in the car, and Song Qiyue hugged Yang Yang while wandering on the nearby boutique street. There is a baby shop in front of him. Song Qiyue likes to go on weekdays, so she quickened her pace. She and Aunt Xu made an appointment to meet here.
I was walking here, but suddenly I saw the man standing in front of me.
He was looking at the shop window, which was the shop window of the baby shop, and his eyes were focused.
Song Qiyue's pace slowed slightly, and the man also retracted his gaze, and when he turned around, he met her, and he was also startled suddenly, as if he didn't expect to meet here.
Song Qiyue had already brought the child to the door of the store, and the man greeted him, "Manager Song, what a coincidence?"
"Mr. Li, are you also interested in visiting the baby shop?" Song Qiyue asked.
"I just passed by and looked at it, but I didn't have much interest. It's not like Manager Song, who already has children. My mother is always particularly interested in these." Li Chengyi smiled, and his gaze looked at Song Qiyue's arms. The child who is moving, "What? Bring the child out, Mr. Mo didn't accompany him?"
"President Li is also a businessman, so he should know that the mall is very busy."
"I have time to accompany other women to other cities, but I don't have time to accompany my wife and children out for a walk."
"I thought that Mr. Li must know that he will be bored in the future, and I can't find anyone to tell him, so I rushed to talk when I met him." Song Qiyue smiled, "In fact, why bother? In other words, if you have the upper hand, will you be happy? Or will she return to President Li?"
"Mr. Song will not tell who is lighter and who is heavier." Li Chengyi's eyes condensed, and he stared at her.
"So what does President Li want to say?"
"Manager Song, you are a talent."
"So, President Li values me and wants to come to me to join forces?" Song Qiyue only listened to the beginning, and could guess the result. She smiled, "Forget it, President Li, I'm just a simple woman, not so big. ambition."
"Even for children, don't you think about it?" Li Chengyi asked.
"For the child, I should think about it, but it's something my husband has to consider. Mr. Li has thought about it a lot." Song Qiyue refused very categorically. "The doctor said that Mrs. Li has recovered very well recently and is probably about to recover. Mr. Li still thinks about what to do next."
"Not only do I have to think about it, why don't you think about it, Manager Song?"
"What do I want to think?"
"You can keep people, but you can't keep your heart, Manager Song, what are you going to do with this body." Li Chengyi whispered, and Song Qiyue asked rhetorically, "Mr. Li, what are you going to do again?"
At this moment, it was actually inexplicable. The two of them clearly had different positions and different identities, and they seemed to empathize with each other!
At this time, the child cried a few times, and Song Qiyue hurried to coax, "Yangyang is obedient, mother and uncle are talking, you are good..."
Yang Yang! Yang Yang
This shout made Li Chengyi startled. He looked at the child and stared at him, "Isn't the child called Mo Shaoyu?"
At the Hundred Days Banquet, the names of the children were clearly revealed, so Li Chengyi remembered them, but how did they change them now
Song Qiyue coaxed her son, she turned her head and smiled, "Mr. Li, did you have a nickname when you were a kid."
Nickname! Yang Yang! Li Chengyi was stunned, his heart suddenly stabbed, as if he had thought of something, and he seemed to be shocked limbs. Looking at this child, there were too many emotions in his eyes, but in the end he caught nothing. Arrived, just fixed on the face of the child!
His gaze made Song Qiyue stunned, I don't know what his gaze was!
But Li Chengyi said, "This nickname must not be yours!"
He almost asserted that the degree of determination made Song Qiyue shocked, as if he knew something, "Mr. Li, anyone can take a nickname."
"It must not be you!" Li Chengyi repeated again, as if he was devilish. He stared at the child, and then smiled again, as if crazy.
Seeing his emotional changes so many, Song Qiyue was stunned, Li Chengyi smiled, "They once had a child, do you know the name of that child."
Song Qiyue stood still on the spot, with the child still in his arms, Li Chengyi spoke quietly and said the two words, "--Yangyang!"
"She would call this name in her dreams..." Li Chengyi's voice fell apart.
Song Qiyue had forgotten where it was, Li Chengyi looked at herself, and his expression could not be clearly seen.
And after Li Chengyi himself uttered the name, he looked at the child in her arms, he smiled madly, and walked past her with a sullen smile.
After a while, Aunt Xu put back the stroller and turned back, "Madam, why are you standing at the door? Madam?"
Song Qiyue couldn't hear Aunt Xu's shouting, somehow, I just felt that the beginning of this summer was so cold.
My chest is so suffocated, and my trembling body is almost impossible to control!
In the end, he didn't say a word. Song Qiyue turned around holding the baby, and Aunt Xu was inexplicably, "Madam? Didn't you visit this store?"
Quickly returned to the old house, Song Qiyue still said nothing, just staying asleep with the child in the room, watching Yangyang.
Aunt Xu shouted, "Madam, Yang Yang is asleep, let's put it in the crib."
Song Qiyue didn’t answer. On weekdays, she wouldn’t be so spoiled. Although loved, boys should be more independent since childhood. But today, she doesn’t want to let go, perhaps because the child is something she can truly have. . Even though, behind this possession, it is so incomplete.
Song Qiyue just hugged the child, standing in front of the window like a sculpture.
She remembered all this, remembered another woman, with the old house of Mo's feet on her feet, she could bear that he never let go of his first love in his heart, she could bear that he still treasured all her things even the attic Existence, she can endure that he is caring for her, she can endure that the dock is in front of everyone, he picks her up and leaves, she can endure that woman living in the mansion, she can endure that she has to face them every day. , I can even endure myself, becoming less and less like myself, even I feel strange to myself!
She can tolerate all of this because she chose this path!
However, she finally couldn't bear it, she could no longer pretend to be indifferent!
How can he do this, how can he do this
How could he treat him like this, treat their children like this!
Aunt Xu saw that something was wrong, she exited the room and hurriedly called Mo Zhengyan, "Sir, my wife seems to be something wrong. After coming back from the outside, she didn't say anything..."
Mo Zhengyan rushed back after answering the phone. He went upstairs and saw Aunt Xu, "Where is she."
"The wife is still in the room holding the young master." Aunt Xu said.
Mo Zhengyan nodded, he opened the door and walked into the baby room.
In that room, there was a very soft goose yellow, a light color for babies, and a light blue for the sky. She is holding the child, standing in front of the window, holding the child, she is gentle and demure, but the surrounding area seems to be stained with a lonely light and shadow.
Mo Zhengyan walked over and he whispered, "Yangyang is asleep, are you tired from holding it?"
"Not tired." Song Qiyue replied.
"Let me hug, your hands will be sore." Mo Zhengyan said, about to hug the child.
Song Qiyue hugged him tightly, not allowing him to touch it, and she even opened her mouth, "I just hold it, he grows so fast, and he grows so big all at once."
"The child looks different every day, and he grows up quickly." He didn't stretch out his hand anymore, just followed her to answer.
"Today and Aunt Xu went out with Yangyang, and there were also mothers in the square with her children. Kua Yangyang looks good, and Kua Yangyang's nickname is good." Song Qiyue said softly, and she watched. The child’s face, "Why did you think of taking this name at the time."
"I remember, you said that you want your child to be happy every day like a little sun." Song Qiyue muttered to herself.
It suddenly occurred to me that at that time, in the hospital, when she was sent to the hospital for delivery, and when the child was born, when they were still thinking about the name, he looked at the child and said: Let's call it Yangyang.
At that time, Song Qiyue didn't know which two words it was, and he said: Just like the sun, happy every day, so sunny every day.
At that time, the morning sun was rising, and a ray of sunlight came in from the window, which happened to hit his face. He turned his head and looked at him. She also looked over at the same time. She couldn't help smiling. She replied: OK.
"That's what you said, didn't you?" she asked.
Mo Zhengyan said, "Yes."
"Then that kid, has he ever named him?" Suddenly, Song Qiyue asked again.
Mo Zhengyan stayed still, but saw that she was looking at him, and slowly said, "Have you ever named your child with her."
"July……"
"I took it, didn't it." Song Qiyue interrupted him. The words she didn't want to listen to were like hypnosis, like instructions, "Can you tell me what you took?"
"Tiantian? Lele?" Song Qiyue searched for the possible name in her mind, her eyes chaotically said, "Or, like my child, is also called Yangyang?"
"Don't say no, she even yells in dreams." Song Qiyue stared at him, but saw his expression, without surprise or astonishment, as if it were the case.
Mo Zhengyan looked at her, "Who told you."
"Who told me that it doesn't matter." Song Qiyue moved her lips to answer, but she turned around, walked back to the crib, and put the child back on the bed. "The important thing is that this is a fact."
"It's the doctor! It's him!" Mo Zhengyan's eyes suddenly tightened.
Putting the child down gently, covering him with a quilt, Song Qiyue straightened up, and then she faced him again, "Yangyang is asleep, don't disturb him, let's go out and say."
Song Qiyue took the lead to go out, and Mo Zhengyan watched her and followed her.
One after the other, the two came to the study. She sat down and asked him to take a seat.
Mo Zhengyan sat down in front of her with deep eyes, and the two faced each other. She slowly opened her mouth, "I am responsible for the company's projects at the moment, but in fact there is only one. I will be responsible for the end, you can rest assured. This is also appointed by the chairman himself, so I will not give up halfway."
"I don't need a house, a car, or money, so you don't need to worry about the distribution of the property, nor do you need to find a lawyer for notarization, which saves a lot of trouble." Song Qiyue said one by one, she paused, "Yes. Yes, there is this."
She got up, went to the coat rack, took out the wallet from her bag, and walked back to him, "You gave it to me before, and now it's back to you."
There were a few more cards on the coffee table and they were handed to him. They were the gold cards he had given her in the past.
"With your father and mother, I don't think I need to tell them for the time being, or wait until the project is over. It's not a good time now. If you want to announce it right away, then I have no problem, either."
"As for the child, leave it to me."
"I'm willing to go out of the house, just give the child to me."
"You will have a new partner and children in the future. I don’t believe that the person you choose will be wicked in the future. It’s just that other people’s children are not their biological ones. There is always no biological mother for education so good."
"Just leave Yangyang to me, I don't want anything else."
She sat there opposite, and she slowly told a lot about everything that she had outside, personal, family, children, everything was arranged one by one, she said so calmly, as if early I have thought about it thousands of times, and I have filtered countless words in my mind, so I can speak so smoothly.
Mo Zhengyan looked at her, he took a cigarette, and the sound of the lighter clicking, accompanied by the sparkle of sparks and the smoke, he stared at her.
In the white mist, she has no emotional face, no anger, no questioning, no consternation, not to mention the pressing and demanding words, no longer like before, every time when confronted with problems, she is so fierce. Fengmang, she just looked at him, like a pool of quiet water, so quiet that it would be suffocating.
"You have said so much, what on earth are you trying to say." His thin lips lightly opened, and he asked.
They all said so thoroughly that even a fool could understand the meaning of this, but he just asked.
All the words have only one result in the end. That is just two words. If you go to the Civil Affairs Bureau to strike a seal and sign, everything will come to an end. In the past, it was not that these two words were not mentioned, but at that time the anger was intertwined, and it was difficult to distinguish whether it was anger or catharsis.
But at this moment, he was stuck in his throat and couldn't tell.
For no reason, I remembered that day at the airport, he came to pick him up, and he and her had a three-chapter appointment.
He said: First, we are not allowed to mention the word divorce in the future. Second, the regenerative energy is not allowed to shield me from the small black house. Also, don't get angry enough to get sick.
At that time she asked: What about three.
He said: Don't run away from home, now I will take you home.
Now, they are in this old house, there are so many books in the study, the ink is deep, and the past scenes have emerged one after another, so clear, so at this moment, she looks back on the past, still remembers so clearly, just silent Here, Song Qiyue said, "Let's break up."
let's break up.
When Song Qiyue said this, it suddenly occurred to him that when they first got together, he asked the secretary to send a check. The end of the breakup was decided by him, and she didn't even have time, "The first time, You mentioned it, let me come this time."
"Mo Zhengyan, let's break up." She said again.
The smoke from his fingertips was still burning, and Mo Zhengyan looked at her with a pair of eyes, and no one made a sound in the silence. But the smoke obscured his vision. He focused on her eyes, trying to see clearly whether it was true or not.
But seeing her eyes, staring at her so seriously, there is nothing else.
There was a sudden movement in his heart, but the cigarette was frozen, and only the spark ignited, burning a long section of soot.
In the silence of his eyes, he said, "Then hand over the shares."