"Director Song, hello, I have just contacted Director Song." Secretary Liu answered the call, Song Xiangwan answered, and she replied, "What time has she set?"
"Sorry, Director Song, I'm afraid Director Song has no time recently." The other party replied.
Song Xiangwan is already able to accept it, and the mall is like this, "Then can I make an appointment in advance, I don't know when Director Song will be free, can you give me a time?"
"If you need to make an appointment, I have to ask Director Song. There is no way to answer it immediately. I will tell you after I have asked Director Song." The secretary said, saying goodbye to hanging up the line.
On the same day, Song Xiangwan booked a ticket to Hong Kong City. After returning to Song's house, he told Song's mother that he was going to work on a business trip. In the past two years, Song Xiangwan worked hard at Huitian, and the journey back and forth was one after another. Song's mother was worried and worried from the beginning, and now she has long been used to it.
It’s just that every time I know that she is going to set off again, I still inevitably worry, "Where are we going again this time?"
"Not far, just go to Hong Kong City."
"Isn't there an ocean in the port city? Just a few days ago, there was a celebration banquet, why are you going again? What's the problem?" Song Mu asked casually.
"It's not that project, it's another one. Let's talk about a business." Song Xiangwan replied.
Song Zhongchuan looked at the newspaper from the side, and he said, "The company sends her out to do things, so don't ask so much, there must be a reason."
"Lian Heng is busy every day, Jinzhi is abroad again, and only a daughter is at home, and she has to run out. How can I not ask." Mother Song couldn't help sighing.
Needless to say, Song Lianheng was already busy. Since the death of Aunt Jun, Song Jinzhi has been stationed in overseas development affairs and has not returned to China all year round. She thought she was accompanied by her daughter, but Song Xiangwan is also busy going in and out now.
The entire Song family used to be lively and noisy, but it became quieter and quieter without knowing when it started.
"There is Fan Haiyang in the port city. What is there to worry about." Song Zhongchuan is a father, and he is also distressed, but he has never expressed too much.
"You go out to do errands, be careful, and come back when you are done. There are two left in the house, me and your dad." Mother Song has been particularly afraid of being alone in recent years.
Song Xiangwan nodded and agreed, and Mother Song said again, "Everyone is not busy, they are all outside. I ran out and didn't know if I called back, it made me anxious."
These words were talking about their children, but the words faintly revealed a different meaning, as if they were talking about the person who disappeared. And whenever it was mentioned, Song Zhongchuan would be displeased, and that displeasure came with a bit of sadness.
Song Xiangwan was silent, but there were some things in her heart, she couldn't help it if she didn't say it, she finally said, "Dad, Mom, in fact, she has already returned."
Song Zhongchuan was stunned, and Song Mu asked, "Who?"
"It's her, Song Qiyue." Song Xiangwan said.
Song Zhongchuan squeezed the newspaper in his hand, and Mother Song was even more surprised, "She's back, is it true?"
"Well, when I went to Hong Kong City that day, I saw her."
"You've seen her a long time ago, why didn't you tell me right away?" Song Zhongchuan was angry.
After returning to Haicheng, Song Xiangwan informed Song Lianheng of this matter, and Song Lianheng meant not to mention it for the time being, because his father had been in poor health in recent years. When I find an opportunity to talk about it, Song Xiangwan also agreed, but today She still confessed.
"Dad, don't be angry. After a while, the blood pressure is high again. The eldest brother didn't let me say that he was afraid of your illness." Song Xiangwan explained, and Song's mother hurriedly encouraged her.
Song Zhongchuan calmed down. He asked, "Where did you see her, how was she?"
"I saw her at a celebration banquet, she is fine, and is now a director of Longyuan Company." Song Xiangwan said truthfully.
Director of Longyuan? That’s not the partner’s company? Song Zhongchuan was perplexed, but when he heard this, it was too late to ask everything. He just told him, "If you go to Hong Kong this time, if you see her, tell her, let her go home and see me."
"I see, Dad."
At night, everyone fell asleep, but Song Zhongchuan hadn't slept yet. He usually rests very early, but today he hasn't been too late. As soon as Song Lianheng returned to Song's house, he was told by the housekeeper that his father was waiting for him. Song Lianheng went to the study and saw Song Zhongchuan sitting in a chair.
"Dad, it's so late, and I haven't rested yet." Song Lianheng said as he walked in.
Song Zhongchuan said, "She came back in July."
Song Lianheng had already received Song Xiangwan's call, so he knew she had said everything, "Yes, I went back to Hong Kong City a few days ago."
I originally thought that I would blame it. I didn’t mention Song Lianheng’s concealment, but at this moment, Song Zhongchuan somehow seemed to have forgotten the harshness and just whispered, “Xiang Wan said that she is now the director of that company and she is also present Celebration dinner, and said she was pretty good."
"Yep."
"Is she really good?"
"It should be pretty good. Long Yuan's strength is good. Now she has a secretary and an assistant by her side."
"It's a director. It's good to have a secretary and an assistant?" Song Zhongchuan asked, and he ordered, "If you contact her, tell her, let her go home to see me."
"Okay." Song Lianheng responded, "It's getting late, so go to bed earlier."
Song Zhongchuan got up and went out of the study with Song Lianheng, and he went back to the bedroom. Mrs. Song has lay down, but has not fallen asleep. When the bedside lamp was extinguished, knowing that Song Zhongchuan had also lay down, she whispered in the darkness, "I have burned the incense. I told Yuning and Yujun that she came back safely in July."
Song Xiangwan set off on the next day and immediately flew to Hong Kong City. She first came to the Xinyuan Building, where Huichen's office was opened.
"Director Song." Someone shouted, and Song Xiangwan entered with a smile.
She entered her office, and immediately, she took out her mobile phone and called Secretary Liu, "Hello, Secretary Liu, this is Song Xiangwan from the transcript. I would like to ask if the appointment time has been set. "
"Sorry, Director Song, not yet."
"So when can I decide."
"This is not yet certain, Director Song, please rest assured, I will inform you as soon as it is implemented."
The other party’s answer was still inconclusive. This made Song Xiangwan frowned, but the door behind him was knocked gently. It was Fan Haiyang who came in. "Why did you come here again? Didn't you have someone in your hand recently? Real estate development project?"
That project has been under development for a long time, but it hasn't been taken down yet, so Song Xiangwan is already having a headache. Now she looks up and says, "I'm here this time, just for this project."
"The owner of that piece of land is in Hong Kong." Song Xiangwan said again.
"Who?" Fan Haiyang asked.
Song Xiangwan said directly, "Song Qiyue."
At this moment, Fan Haiyang was also astonished. Song Xiangwan said, "I didn't expect that it would be in her hands. When I knew it, my expression would be the same as yours."
"Then what are you going to do."
"Of course it is to negotiate with her to acquire this land." Song Xiangwan replied.
"Have an appointment with her?"
"No." Song Xiangwan raised his cell phone, "I just contacted her secretary, but the other party came back, the appointment time has not been set, and we have to wait for notification."
Fan Haiyang's eyes condensed, and he said with relief, "I don't think it will be very troublesome, and the schedule will be eliminated after a while."
"Can't wait." Song Xiangwan said, "You should know that you will take this land this month, or the exchange will be a breach of contract."
"I also ask Manager Fan to ask her to come out and talk about project cooperation with Longyuan." Song Xiangwan asked again.
Song Xiangwan's determination has been made, and Fan Haiyang has also recruited. But the results obtained are equally unsatisfactory. "The secretary returned the phone and said about the project cooperation, Longyuan will directly discuss with Mohs and Bona."
In the contract signed at that time, Mo's and Bona were one master and one officer. Later Kang's joined and won the transcript. At that time, Longyuan, although the four companies investigated together, the contract was signed with Mohs and Bona. So, now Huixian went to discuss with Longyuan, but it was rejected.
"So even if it is the Kang family, it won't work." Song Xiangwan's female voice sank, but the other two won't contact Longyuan for no reason, not to mention she has another purpose.
"Fan Haiyang, can you find out where she lives now."
"Are you planning?"
"Since she doesn't have time, then I can only find her by myself."
Some news can still be investigated. The next day Fan Haiyang handed Song Xiangwan the address of the hotel. Song Xiangwan took it, and she was about to leave.
"Today is the weekend!"
"I can go there and wait."
"Let me accompany you."
"No, I will do my own project by myself."
The Hong Kong City Hotel is one of the earliest hotels in Hong Kong City. It is named after the city and is considered one of the landmarks. In the lobby of the five-star hotel, Song Xiangwan arrived. She did not go to the reception desk to inquire, but then sat down in the lounge area and ordered a cup of coffee.
At nine o'clock, the weekend morning is considered very early, and Song Xiangwan waited quietly.
Here, I saw a familiar figure walking through the hall, and that was Long Yuan’s Secretary Liu.
"Director Song, I have arrived in Beicheng. This is the current project progress report." Secretary Liu sent the documents.
"Let it go, look back again." Song Qiyue was combing her hair.
Secretary Liu looked at her, dressed casually, "Director Song is going out?"
"Well, today weekend, you also have a holiday." Song Qiyue replied.
Song Qiyue was going out, and Secretary Liu followed.
It was only more than ten minutes before that Secretary Liu went up, and then she came down again, and there was another person beside him, it was Song Qiyue. Song Xiangwan saw it, she immediately got up and walked towards her.
"Director Song is the director Song of Huixian." Secretary Liu saw the visitor and immediately reminded him.
The figure came over, and Song Qiyue's eyes were up and down, and he saw it too. If it was really Song Xiangwan coming, there was a coffee bar behind in this direction. It seemed that she was waiting here. Song Xiangwan walked up to her, Song Qiyue spoke first, "Are you coming for me?"
"Yes."
"Why don't you tell me in advance and wait here?" Song Qiyue replied with a smile.
Song Xiangwan said, "I am here today to come and have a talk with you."
Song Qiyue was still smiling, but her expression was very cold, "Unfortunately, I don't have time now. I have made an appointment and I am going out now."
"Then what time do you come back." Song Xiangwan refused to retreat.
"I don't know this."
"Okay, then I'll wait for you."
Song Qiyue replied, "You have to wait, then it's up to you."
Song Qiyue left with his secretary, leaving Song Xiangwan alone. Her gaze looked at her away, and when she walked out of the hotel, she froze for a while, then sat back in the coffee bar to continue.
...
"Young master, young master, good morning." The gatekeeper greeted.
The car stopped at the door. When the door of the Mo family's old house slowly opened, Mo Zhengyan looked ahead, and Shao Yu in the back seat also looked intently.
After that moment, I saw the figure standing in front, while her white private car stopped by.
Today’s Song Qiyue, she wears a plain T-shirt with jeans, and her high heels are back. She changed to flat shoes and dressed casually. She stood at the door holding an umbrella.
Mo Zhengyan drove the car out and stopped again, "Get in the car, it is not convenient to drive two cars."
Song Qiyue also got into the car, and they agreed today that one of the two days of the weekend, she has the right to accompany Shao Yu for the whole day, so it was set on Saturday. In the back seat, Shao Yu sat there, watching her come up, Song Qiyue smiled and asked, "Have you had breakfast?"
"I've eaten it." Shao Yu replied, and asked rhetorically, "How about you?"
"I have eaten too, but I only ate five minutes full. I thought that if you didn't eat, then mother would go to eat something with you. Next Saturday, come out earlier, and mother will take you out for breakfast. Okay?" Song Qiyue asked, the child was silent and did not refuse.
As the car set off, Song Qiyue asked again, "Shao Yu, where I want to go to play today, my mother will take you there."
Shao Yu said, "I'm going to learn the piano from the teacher in the morning."
"Learning piano?" Song Qiyue didn't know, Mo Zhengyan drove the driveway, "Every Saturday morning, he has two hours of piano lessons."
It turned out to be so, but Song Qiyue was even more curious, "Shao Yu, can you play the piano?"
"meeting."
"It's amazing, how good is that?"
"It's normal," the child replied.
"Then what do you play? Where did the teacher teach today?"
"The teacher is teaching "To Alice" recently, and I will play it today."
"At that moment, mom will listen to you playing the piano."
In front of an art school in Hong Kong, Mo Shaoyu carried a small schoolbag, Mo Zhengyan accompanied him, and Song Qiyue entered with an umbrella. This is an art training school with many teachers and many courses. Most of the students and children come here to attend classes.
"How to go, Shao Yu will show her mother." Song Qiyue said with a smile, and the child pointed his hand, "Go here."
So the little guy started to lead the way unconsciously. The teaching building walked one after another and came to the end of the corridor on the left on the fifth floor. In that classroom, a female teacher was waiting. She was Shao Yu’s piano teacher. Yu, here you are, Mr. Mo, hello."
"This is..." The teacher asked when he saw the strange woman.
"Hello, teacher, I'm Shao Yu's mother, my last name is Song." Song Qiyue greeted the teacher, shaking hands and smiling.
The teacher lowered his head and asked, "Shao Yu, do you have a good piano practice this week?"
"It's okay." The child replied very pertinently.
"Come on, let's start practicing first." The teacher took the child to the piano, took down the small schoolbag, and Song Qiyue took it.
Right now, the teacher is taking the children in the piano room, while the adults are standing outside the classroom, listening and waiting.
Song Qiyue watched her son sit on the piano chair and watched the teacher teach by the side. His little hand opened the piano score and landed on the keyboard. As soon as her breathing stopped, the music was about to start, and suddenly it dispersed with a ding-dong, and it was him who started to play.
Song Qiyue had studied sporadically before. At that time, she was still in the Song family. Her elder aunt invited a teacher to come to her home as a tutor, so she and Song Xiangwan learned piano together. Later, Song Xiangwan learned very well, but she was Going to study other things. Her son now is a thousand times better than she was then.
Playing so vividly, joyous notes.
"He has been in touch with piano for three years." Mo Zhengyan said next to him.
In other words, after she left, he had already begun to touch the piano. Song Qiyue was silent, Mo Zhengyan said, "Mother will play the piano when she is free, so she will also bring Shao Yu with her."
It turned out to be due to Mrs. Mo. She played a good piano, which was very beautiful. It turned out that the enlightenment teacher was her.
Song Qiyue said, "I thought you would ask the teacher to teach at home."
"It's the school my mother chose." Mo Zhengyan said.
It turned out that it was also due to Mrs. Mo, Song Qiyue took it down.
After playing the piano etude for practicing hands, the teacher nodded with a smile, while Shao Yu looked sideways to the outside of the classroom, which was the direction where his father and mother were standing.
Song Qiyue smiled and applauded at him, and Mo Zhengyan also smiled.
The teacher said again, "Shao Yu, now we are going to continue practicing "To Alice" that we learned last week.
As the teacher said, turning the score to that page, she shouted, "Let's start playing."
Shao Yu focused his attention on the score, and he began to play again. Although his hands are still small, his fingers are slender and even. On the keyboard, one note after another quickly beats. It is the score of Alice that sounded in his ears.
Song Qiyue remembered again that Song Jinzhi also studied piano at that time. Jinzhi was half-hearted just like her. Song Xiangwan worked very hard and she learned the best. Only the teacher praised Song Lianheng as the best learner. When he was six years old, he was able to play fifth-grade piano music and was praised by the teacher as a child prodigy.
"To Alice" is exactly the fifth-level piano music.
But now, her son learned earlier than Song Lianheng, he was a child prodigy.
Song Qiyue was stunned, without blinking. She didn't notice at all, he was quietly looking at her next to her, and her eyes were all on her son.
The two-hour study time is not long, for Song Qiyue, it is just a blink of an eye. Until the teacher said, "Well, Shao Yu, today's piano class is about to end, and I will practice hard when I go back. See you next week."
"Thank you, teacher, goodbye, teacher." Shao Yu thanked him obediently.
The teacher here ended the course and walked to the parents at the door. The teacher praised today's Shaoyu's practice very well, and then said, "Mr. Mo, please come to my office for a moment. There is a personal profile about Mo Shaoyu. I need to fill it out."
Mo Zhengyan responded and said towards Shao Yu, "You are waiting here, Dad and teacher will go."
Mo Zhengyan left with the teacher, Shao Yu sat on the piano chair alone, Song Qiyue walked in slowly, "Shao Yu, I just played very well."
"It's so normal." Shao Yu replied the same, and he said again, "Dad can also play better than me, can you?"
"Mom is not good." Song Qiyue replied, "I learned it when I was young, but compared to you, my mother is a lot worse."
"Have you studied too?"
"No, I have studied for several years."
"Then what will you play."
"It's a simple etude, but my mother hasn't played it for a long time. It's a bit unsatisfactory." Song Qiyue touched the piano with her hand, and she asked, "Why don't we play the four hands together? Simple, right?"
The child looked at her, and the expected smile appeared on the silent little face. He nodded, "Okay."
The child moved a position to let out some of the piano chair, Song Qiyue also sat on it, "Do you want to put your hands like this?"
"That's not the case, the teacher said, to be like this..." The child turned around, and he began to correct her posture. The serious look made people laugh.
In the office on one side, Mo Zhengyan filled out the information sheet, and the teacher took it and checked it, "There is nothing wrong, that's it."
"It was probably Shao Yu's mother who came today, so he played very seriously, and he was better than before." The teacher praised again, and was also looking for the reason. Mo Shaoyu is extremely talented. He has a particularly good memory. Ordinary children have to learn songs for a long time, and he can remember to learn them in the shortest time. However, learning and learning well are two concepts. Although children have an interest in learning piano, they have always been mediocre. It is not like today. Teachers are surprised by such intentions.
Mo Zhengyan smiled, "Probably so."
"After that, I will invite Shao Yu's mother to come more, so that Shao Yu can learn better." The teacher smiled.
"She will come."
"Mr. Mo, I have never seen your wife, but I finally saw it today. Your wife is very beautiful." The teacher praised again.
"Thank you." The smile on his face grew even wider.
"Teacher Meng..." Another parent brought the child to the teacher, and Mo Zhengyan said goodbye to leave.
He walked back to the piano classroom, got closer, and heard the sound of the piano. At first he thought it was Shao Yu playing the piano again, but found that the sound seemed to be wrong, and it wasn't just a person playing it. . He couldn't help speeding up his pace, and suddenly walked to the classroom window.
Through the curtains, he saw inside the classroom, Song Qiyue and Shao Yu were sitting on the piano chair together, and the two were playing together with four hands. Some of the performances were incompetent, and the pitch was even worse, but the happy smile on the child's face looked at Song Qiyue from time to time.
"You made a mistake again. You made a wrong key. You are so stupid." Shao Yu pointed out the mistake.
"Then you teach mom, mom must study hard."
"Well, I can barely teach you."
The cut-off music sounded again. Song Qiyue and her son were playing the piano together. She just wanted to make this moment longer and longer.
If you can stop time from freezing, let her do whatever she wants.