When Mo Zhengyan returned to the old house, it was just after eight o'clock in the evening, and the piano sounded from the side hall. It was who was playing the piano, and Mr. Zhao said, "It's the young master who is practicing
It's so late, still practicing piano? Mo Zhengyan walked to the side hall. When he approached the door, he saw the black piano chair. Shao Yu was sitting there, playing and practicing the song "To Alice". He was very serious. The face is more cute than usual.
Madam Mo sat aside and watched Shao Yu practicing piano with Sister Jiang.
Only the sound of the piano kept coming, and Mo Zhengyan's arrival did not stop the children who were engaged in it. He quietly came to the sofa and sat down, and Madam Mo whispered, "Said that he will practice for a while."
Just when eight o'clock was about to arrive, Madam Mo called Shao Yu that it was time to go to bed, but the child refused, and if she was stubborn, she had to practice a few more times. Rarely, when the child would be so serious, Madam Mo agreed. Speaking of it, I usually practice piano under the reminders of others, but I have never been so proactive.
The scale of the tune is not too perfect, but the child’s attention to play is once again the tune came to an end, and the child stopped.
"Shao Yu, okay, it's time to rest today after playing this again." Madam Mo said again, "Look, Dad is back."
"So behaved today, so hard to practice?" Mo Zhengyan asked with a smile, and sister Jiang also smiled, "I have been practicing piano after dinner, and I haven't stopped. Shao Yu, did Meng teacher criticize you for not being serious last weekend? ?"
"No." Shao Yu denied.
"Then why did you practice so seriously?" Jiang Jie asked with a smile again.
The child replied, "Grandma Jiang, the teacher said, I have to practice hard, can I play it?"
"You have to ask your grandma." Sister Jiang doesn't understand music. She looked at Madam Mo at the moment, and Madam Mo said, "Better than yesterday."
"Dad, can I play it well?" The child asked again, and Mo Zhengyan replied, "It's better than yesterday."
"Then I will work hard tomorrow!" The child said, turning the piano cover down, and the little man got off the piano chair and said obediently, "Grandma, Grandma Jiang, Dad, I'm going to take a bath and sleep."
Sister Lan immediately took the child upstairs and disappeared from their sight. Madam Mo smiled, and she said, "You didn't pick up Shao Yu today."
"There is something wrong with the company." Mo Zhengyan responded, "I went up too."
"Zheng Yan." Madam Mo called out, "Do you know why Shao Yu practiced so hard?"
Mo Zhengyan meditated, "Probably I like it."
Seeing him leave, Madam Mo whispered to Sister Jiang on the side, "I remember that Shao Yu refused to let her pick him up a few days ago."
"After all, it's her own mother." Sister Jiang replied, and Madam Mo nodded gently.
Mo Shaoyu, who had taken a bath, put on clean and refreshing pajamas, and he was ready to go to bed with good work and rest habits. Mo Zhengyan was already waiting in his room, and saw his son's wet hair come out, he took a towel from Sister Lan and wiped him.
"Mother picked you up from school today and took you to the small park to play?" Mo Zhengyan asked while wiping his hair.
"Mom took me to buy sweets!" The child said, pointing to the candy box on the bedside table.
"Bought so many lollipops."
"Mom said, take me to buy it every week, the last time my mother bought me was milk flavored, this time it is chocolate flavored!" The child said with joy as if offering treasures.
"Do you like the candy that mom bought you?" Mo Zhengyan asked.
"It's okay." The child gave a pertinent answer, but this answer has proved how much he loves at the moment.
Mo Zhengyan looked at the candy, which was still the bear pattern, "It's the bear lollipop again."
"It's the same as my little bear." The child said and looked up. "Dad, mother said, my little bear is the first gift my mother gave me, isn't it?"
The wiping action suddenly stopped, and Mo Zhengyan remembered, "En."
"Is it when I was very young?" The child asked again.
"Yep."
"Mum said, I was still in her belly at that time?"
When the child’s question came, Mo Zhengyan fixed his eyes, but his eyes slowly dissipated. At that time, his son had not yet been born, and Mo Zhengyan said, “Do you know that when you were still in your mother’s belly, She can't make trouble every day."
"Why?" The child was curious.
"Because I can't go to work in the company after I am pregnant, it's so boring." Mo Zhengyan said with a smile, the memories began to turn to the past, remembering that she always had so many weird thoughts after she was pregnant. Snooze or laziness didn't seem to match her at all.
"Why isn't mom boring?" the child continued.
"She," Mo Zhengyan said with a smile, "I said that I wanted to take a walk every day, but I went to my father's company every day, clamoring about going to work, and then, after all, I didn't come to the company, so I suddenly fell in love with it. Embroidered."
"I know what embroidery is, and Grandma Jiang has embroidered it!" The child raised his hand, "How did mother embroider later?"
What happened later? Mo Zhengyan remembered that after she became obsessed with it, she ignored the time, and finally threw away the embroidery stuff under his compulsion, "Of course the embroidery is not good, not as good as Grandma Jiang, because it is too difficult. ."
"Later, she wants to learn piano again." Mo Zhengyan smiled.
"Have you learned the piano?" the child asked with his eyes wide open.
"She didn't learn piano, she went to learn Erhu." Mo Zhengyan replied, the child was surprised, "Why did she learn Erhu?"
"Because when I went out with Aunt Sangsang, I saw an uncle on the street pulling the erhu, so she bought the erhu with all her money, and said she wanted to learn it. In fact, she felt that Uncle Erhu hadn't eaten for a few days. I want him to take the money and hurry up to eat..." Mo Zhengyan took a hair dryer to dry his hair. The child closed his eyes and asked, "Uncle Erhu has dinner later?"
"Have."
"How about mother pulling erhulas?" The child kept asking questions. Mo Zhengyan's ears were softly rumbling from the hair dryer, but it was mixed with the sound from the memory. The sound of "squeak--" passed through his mind. Make him frown, "No, it's not good at all, but it didn't take long before she stopped learning erhu, and went to learn painting again."
"Mom has learned a lot."
After the hair was blown, the child went to bed and went to sleep. Mo Zhengyan covered him with a quilt, "I learned painting for more than a month, because my father's company is going to another place, so my mother didn't learn anymore."
"After I stopped learning to paint, what did my mother do?" The child was very interested in the journey when his mother was pregnant with him.
"She started to learn to cook and cook."
"Is the mother's cooking delicious?" The child hasn't eaten it yet.
How can it be delicious? The strange formulas and flavors have made him unforgettable, Mo Zhengyan said, "You will know if you let your mother make them for you in the future."
"Okay." The child nodded.
"When you were in your mother's stomach for five months, your mother started to feel sick. She didn't sleep well at night, and during the day she would feel sick and unable to eat. You stayed in her mother's stomach for several months. In winter, in December, in the middle of the night, you were suddenly ahead of schedule, and you were about to come out of your mother's belly. Mom was frightened..." He said the scene, the child was ignorant, "Why frightened?"
"Because she thought you were going to live for ten months, but she didn't expect to be out in nine months. When giving birth to you, mother went to the hospital in the middle of the night, and didn't give birth to you until the next morning." Mo Zhengyan Said, "Mom hurt when she gave birth to you, and it hurts for a long, long time."
"Is it more painful than an injection?" In the child's memory, the injection is already the extreme pain.
"It's a lot more painful than getting an injection." Mo Zhengyan smiled, and he looked at his son. "Mom worked so hard to give birth to you. You have to thank mom, you know?"
"I see." The child nodded again and asked, "Dad, why did my mother keep on business trips and didn't come back."
"Because my mother is very busy and has a lot of things to do, she can't come back."
"When mom went on a business trip, why didn't you leave mom behind, dad?" Shao Yu asked with a pair of innocent and harmless eyes open.
Why didn't you stay, why.
At this moment, the answer to that question became so vague, but it seemed to be carved into his heart again, Mo Zhengyan suddenly said, "It's like a butterfly."
The child listened in confusion, and Mo Zhengyan said, "Why does the caterpillar turn into a butterfly?"
"I know, because I want to fly!" Shao Yu said sharply.
Mo Zhengyan smiled, and he replied, "Yes, because it has to fly. It took a long, long time for the caterpillar to become a butterfly. The reason why it has to grow wings is to fly and fly into the sky. If it can't fly, It will become a specimen and put it in the botanical garden. We were very happy when we went to see the butterfly specimens, but the butterflies were actually not happy."
The child became more and more confused, and continued to nod ignorantly.
"Yangyang, do you like butterflies?" Mo Zhengyan asked.
"Yep."
"Then let the butterfly fly." He looked at his son and said with a smile.
...
In the Huicheng Office of the Xinyuan Building, the light in the office is still on, and some people have not left yet, but some people have turned back from the dimly lit area. Fan Haiyang came in, and through the blinds, he saw Song Xiangwan sitting in a muffled voice, as if worried about something. After coming back in the afternoon, she never stepped out here.
Fan Haiyang knocked on the door, and she was awakened by the sound of "dongdong". Song Xiangwan replied, "Come in."
"Have you left yet?" Fan Haiyang asked, pushing the door.
Song Xiangwan smiled and said, "I'm about to leave, are you all done?"
"It's over." Recently Huiyi had another project in Hong Kong City, so it was also handed over to Fan Haiyang. He is following up these days. He took a seat in front of her, looked at her and said, "It seems that your side is not going well."
"I knew it wouldn't go so smoothly." Song Xiangwan said.
"Why do you say that."
"Because it is her." Song Xiangwan made it clear.
"You mean, because the owner of this piece of land is Song Qiyue, you can't take it down?" Fan Haiyang asked.
"Perhaps you think I have been thinking too much, but I can't stop myself from thinking otherwise." Song Xiangwan looked tired, and his mental state was very bad. Fan Haiyang said, "I think you are probably tired, or go back. Get some sleep."
"Fan Haiyang." Song Xiangwan yelled, "Please do me a favor."
Fan Haiyang met her, and in an instant he seemed to understand what she was going to say, and heard her say, "Tomorrow you go to Longyuan."
The morning time is quiet. Song Qiyue is used to practicing piano in the morning, and she is not in a hurry to go out. Here, Secretary Liu called, and she stopped, "Director Song, Secretary Mo's General Manager Qian called. Mr. Mo would like to invite you to lunch or dinner. Mr. Mo meant that you decide."
"Push it away." Song Qiyue said.
"Yes." Secretary Liu answered, and she said again, "Also, Manager Fan Haiyang from the Hong Kong City Office of Huidian, would like to invite you to meet."
Song Qiyue stared at him and said silently, "In an hour, let him come to the company."
Within an hour, Fan Haiyang arrived at Longyuan ahead of schedule, and he was greeted into the office. After another five minutes, Song Qiyue arrived, "Sorry, I'm late."
"I arrived early." Fan Haiyang replied with a smile. In fact, it has just arrived. He jokingly said, "Knowing that you are a busy person and making many appointments, if you are willing to see me today, how can I not arrive early."
"Fan Haiyang, are you complimenting me or hurting me by what you said?" Some old friends were comfortable meeting, and Song Qiyue asked directly.
Fan Haiyang smiled but said with a serious face, "Really, I am quite happy if you agree with me today."
"Look at what you said, I am so unkind?" Song Qiyue asked back, "I remember who was good to me and who helped me. When I was in school, you helped to occupy a position, and I still remember it."
"It's you who want me to help you occupy a seat, otherwise you will go to the radio room to broadcast and say I have a crush on you." Fan Haiyang is also right.
When it comes to this, both of them find it funny. Song Qiyue laughed, "Xiang Wan and Su He were there two days ago. I also said that I would call you out together. The few of us can also reminisce about the past. The memories are like water. Years are so interesting."
"You are a young literary girl now."
"I am a literature and art in my bones, and your eyes are not good, so I have never noticed it."
"It's okay to remember the old days. It's not a problem. It's just that you have to solve the delayed things first." A few gossips should be stopped, Fan Haidao, "You are so smart, when I come over, I should know that I What is it for?"
"The land of the new city." Song Qiyue also pointed out.
"This piece of land is in your hands. If you have no use, you might as well make a sale." Fan Haidao said.
Song Qiyue's eyes were clear, "Xiang Wan asked you to come."
"I am also selling my life to Huixian. The main point is one point, to complete the work."
"Fan Haiyang, you don't need to explain. Sometimes I know better than you that she came to you. If she didn't speak, you wouldn't find me." Song Qiyue said flatly.
Fan Haiyang said in a daze, "You are really sure of what you said."
"Not sure, it's just the result of deduction based on the facts." Song Qiyue said, "Furthermore, she asked me when she came to me yesterday, if it wasn't her, then I would be willing to talk about this land. "
At that moment, I recalled the light and wind when I was in college. At this moment, it suddenly disappeared. Fan Haiyang looked right, and Song Qiyue said, "Sure enough, you have changed people today. You are here. Manager Fan, do you think I will talk."
She spoke softly, without any feeling of indifference, but the bitter coldness of partiality grew out of nowhere, causing Fan Haiyang to froze, and then smiled, "But now, aren't we sitting here and talking?"
"Then I can only tell you, this deal cannot be negotiated." She refused altogether.
Fan Haiyang frowned slightly, and he changed his position, "If the transcript is not working, then in my own name, can this work?"
"For a company, is it worth your life?" Song Qiyue asked with a smile.
"Anyway, if I make a profit without losing it, I think it's my investment."
"Are you making money, or are you doing something else?"
"Of course it's money." Fan Haiyang said, "I just don't know if you will sell my favor."
"Fan Haiyang, I will meet you today because I remember you." Song Qiyue replied, "I went to invite you back then. Thank you for your willingness to come out."
At that time, Zhou Suhe had a crisis, Song Qiyue rushed to his side to assist, and then invited the entire team from the university period, including Fan Haiyang as the leader, and he had already developed his own career at the time, but he still took action at the last moment. Help.
"If you come to me today for something else, I can do it, no definition is allowed, but this thing, this favor I can't pay off." Song Qiyue greeted him with a cold female voice.
Fan Haiyang was unable to respond to her counterattack, and all retreats were blocked, "Song Qiyue, you have always been the daughter of the Song family and her sister."
"Sister? It's just a meeting to say hello. In fact, I have long since broken away from the Song family." Song Qiyue replied.
Suddenly, Fan Haiyang was completely speechless, and he found that he did not recognize Song Qiyue in front of him.
After leaving the Kaiyuan Building, Fan Haiyang got into the car, recalling everything he had just now, and hadn't started the engine for a long time. After a long time, he took out his mobile phone and dialed the person, "Zhou Suhe, come out for a drink tonight..."
The music bar at night, with melodious light music, surrounded by brisk music, two men sitting there at the bar. With a bottle of wine in each hand, this is a place suitable for casual chatting and narration. Zhou Suhe drank a drink, and Fan Haiyang looked at the stage not far ahead. The singer was singing the blues.
The female voice is too soft, maybe because I didn't listen carefully, so I don't know what the person is singing, but the blues music is fluttering. Fan Haiyang said in the music, "I saw Song Qiyue today."
Hearing her name made Zhou Suhe's eyes more focused, Fan Haiyang said again, "She seems to be a little different from before."
"When I was twenty, it must be different from now." Zhou Suhe said, lighting a cigarette.
"I met her in Longyuan's company, for that piece of land." Fan Haidao said, "I think you should know too."
"There is no way if I can't talk about it." Of course Zhou Suhe knew about this, and he had already seen Song Xiangwan come to see Song Qiyue long ago.
"If you have money but don't make it, what do you say is it." Fan Haiyang asked.
"She just doesn't want to make this money, what can be the reason." Zhou Suhe replied indifferently.
Fan Haiyang said suddenly, "Because of you!"
"Me?" He faintly replied.
"Don't you think you have a big reason?" Fan Haiyang said, "Song Xiangwan went to find Song Qiyue. Song Qiyue refused in one mouth. She didn't even want to sit down and talk. I went to find Song Qiyue, she At least you are willing to sit down and talk to me. Why do you say that?"
"Back then, the two of them fell out because of what, don't you know?" Fan Haiyang asked even more.
Zhou Suhe puffed out the smoke ring, "It's all a thing of the past."
"In the past? How did you get there?" Fan Haiyang's voice sank, "If it weren't because you chose Song Xiangwan and betrayed Song Qiyue, they would have fallen out? Will they come to this point now? This thorn, In the hearts of the two of them, for so many years, since you took this step, you have never removed it!"
The bottle was clenched, and Fan Haiyang asked in a low voice, "Zhou Suhe, how do you want to get there again?"
"If you didn't betray Song Qiyue at that time, then maybe you don't have all of this now. But without this assumption, the reality is what it is today." Fan Haiyang said again, "Song Xiangwan can't forget, you think Song Qiyue is just Can it be regarded as the past?"
Hearing these words, Zhou Suhe's heart sank and he took another cigarette.
"Are you here again with Song Qiyue?" Fan Haiyang said to his silence, "Then what do you want Song Xiangwan to do? I wish you all good luck and happiness, do you think Can she do it? The whole Haicheng knows your relationship with her!"
"You have said so much, what do you want to say?" Zhou Suhe asked when a piece of soot was ejected.
"This matter started because of you, Zhou Suhe, you need to solve it!" Fan Haiyang let go.
The spark was burning, and Zhou Suhe looked sideways at him, "You want me to find July so that she can agree to talk about this business."
"Should you not?" Fan Haiyang asked in a cold voice, "Even if Song Xiangwan didn't consider Song Qiyue's feelings at the time, and didn't consider their respective positions, should they choose you, but she didn't take the initiative to provoke you, right? You didn't find her!"
"Now you can come together with Song Qiyue again, why do you treat Song Xiangwan like this? Zhou Suhe, I tell you, the reason why their two sisters have today is entirely because of you!"
Fan Haiyang's rebuke, like an invisible rope, strangled Zhou Suhe's neck, making him almost unable to breathe.
In the dim light and shadow, Zhou Suhe's eyes were filled with smoke, and the white mist seemed to see them playing together in childhood. At that time Zhou Jing existed, Song Lianheng was there, and Song Jinzhi was also there. The two sisters Song Qiyue and Song Xiangwan sang and played the piano one by one. The soft child voice of July and Xiangwan's brisk piano matched so well.
Suddenly, the picture quickly reversed, she was rushing over, she looked at him with such eyes.
She asked him: Su He, do you really want to choose Xiang Wan
She said: Suh, I like you.
In that night, Zhou Suhe drove to the Gangcheng Hotel, and the smoke burned one after another. Seeing someone coming from a distance, he stepped forward, hurried to catch up, and suddenly stretched out his hand.
Song Qiyue had just returned, and suddenly the whole person was hugged from behind. She was startled, but when she was about to resist, she heard Zhou Suhe's voice. This kind of deepness was more like a kind of depression. Ji Ji remembered, "July, I love you."
At this moment, Zhou Suhe somehow was suddenly afraid that it was too late, and even more afraid that he had no right to love her long ago.