Starting from you are my glory

"You, change places with me!"

After coming back to her senses, Song Qian looked at Qiao Weidong in the middle and frowned, "I'll sit with Yingzi."

"No, why are you so domineering!"

"My lady was kind enough to change your seat with you. I also found someone to change my seat myself. I haven't even said that I'm not happy with you sitting next to me. Why are you trying to beat me up?"

"I won't change. Even if I say hell today, I won't change!"

"Okay, okay." Qiao Yingzi listened to the increasingly louder voices, knowing that if she didn't speak anymore, it would cause a quarrel on the spot, so she stood up and said to her father.

"Come on, Dad, you sit in my seat and I'll sit in the middle."

"That way I can be with you and my mom at the same time."

Without giving Qiao Weidong a chance to object, Qiao Yingzi forced Qiao Weidong to change seats, then held a person with both hands and said in the middle with a smile.

"Okay, it's very fast from Beijing to Nanjing. The next time you see me will be a month later. You can't let me go to the Nanda Winter Camp in a bad mood, right?"

"That's not possible!" Qiao Weidong rubbed Qiao Yingzi's head and assured him in a doting tone: "Dad hopes that you will be happy in the future!"

"Just don't let me see him." Song Qian couldn't say anything harsh. After all, she couldn't afford to lose the big for the small.

The family of three lived like this, with the coordination of the middle daughter, until they landed in Nanjing. Then, with the help of a special car arranged by Qiao Weidong in advance, they arrived in Nanjing, which Qiao Yingzi had only seen online, but now she was actually standing in front of her. At the entrance of the university.

Qiao Yingzi didn't know how to describe this feeling. The door she had seen countless times through her mobile phone and computer screen stood in front of her. She reached out and touched it uncontrollably. The hard, cold but real feedback made her She laughed heartily.

"This place looks good."

Before arriving at the gate of Nanda, Qiao Weidong actually didn't agree highly with his daughter coming to study here. Having lived in Beijing for a long time, he had the same idea as Song Qian. Tsinghua University, Peking University, and the top 2 universities in the country are all at his doorstep, so why should he? Traveling all this way to Nanjing?

But when the two of them stood at the gate of Nanda, the combination of the style that was different from the architecture of northern universities and the accumulated charm of the ancient capital of the Six Dynasties gave them a novel feeling. They couldn't help but correct their attitude and started visiting seriously.

Compared with the two people who still wanted to visit slowly, Qiao Yingzi couldn't wait to find a place to go through the check-in procedures. It didn't take much effort. Under the guidance of her enthusiastic classmates, the family of three quickly completed the relevant procedures. I went through the process and moved everything into the dormitory where my daughter will live for the next month.

"Let's go have a meal together."

Qiao Weidong saw the reluctance in Song Qian's eyes and the excitement in her daughter's eyes. She sighed secretly and Qiao Weidong looked at the time.

"There is still time for lunch and dinner at this time, and then dad will go directly to the airport. There is a flight back to Beijing tonight."

"Dad, are you leaving tonight?" Although Qiao Yingzi's tone was rhetorical, she couldn't hide her excitement about being out of control.

Was the oppression so strong before?

Qiao Weidong didn't point it out, just smiled and nodded, "When I helped you move things just now, dad asked the teacher about it."

"In your winter camp, the study pressure and intensity are still very high. You should use the rest time every day to eat in the cafeteria with your classmates and then rest."

"Originally, dad still wanted to stay in Nanjing and have a few meals with you every day. But now it seems that if dad stays, it will be a hindrance for you."

"Let's have dinner with dad later, and dad will leave."

"What about you?" Qiao Weidong looked at Song Qian, who had been silent. "Yingzi has classes tonight. You might as well fly back to Beijing with me."

"Let's go." Song Qian did not refuse, but took the lead and turned around and walked out.

The separation was imminent, even though Qiao Yingzi longed for freedom, she was infected by the lingering sadness. None of the three people had an appetite for a sumptuous meal. When Qiao Weidong finished paying, he looked at the students at the school gate who were about to get on the bus to the airport. Qiao Weidong and Song Qian, Qiao Yingzi, who had been holding it back, finally couldn't help crying.

"Dad, Mom!"

Song Qian couldn't help but shed tears. She wanted Yingzi to return to Beijing with her. If the Song Qian before, she would definitely say such words and take action, but now she can't. Since she figured it out , she knew that the road had to be walked by Yingzi after all. Even if she knew everything, she couldn't be by her daughter's side all the time.

"do not Cry."

Qiao Weidong persuaded in a gentle tone, took out a tissue from his pocket and handed it to the two of them, "One of them is so old and he is still crying."

"Although he is young, he is still crying in front of the school. He is not afraid of being seen by his classmates. It will be unpleasant if word spreads in the future."

"I will!" Qiao Yingzi wiped her face haphazardly and held her head up stubbornly in the face of her father's teasing, "No matter how old I am, I am still your and my mother's daughter!"

"What's wrong with me crying in front of you? It's a matter of course!"

"Okay, okay, it's only right, it's only right!" Qiao Weidong didn't dare to say more, he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to help crying after a while. This is the first time in so many years that he has not been able to see his daughter for more than a month. In Beijing, it is impossible to return to Beijing. has no meaning? !

"Take care of yourself, call if you need anything..."

After nagging each other for a long time, Song Qian finally got in the car. Qiao Weidong also touched his daughter's head, and then a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Mom and dad will send you a message when we arrive in Beijing!"

"Go back quickly!"

"You'll have class later!"

Looking at his daughter who was still waving to the car in the rearview mirror, Qiao Weidong's tears that he had been holding back for a long time flowed down uncontrollably, accompanied by slight sobs.

He hurriedly wiped his cheeks with a tissue, "What, the cold in Nanjing is really different from that in Beijing. I didn't even get runny nose from the cold in Beijing."

Song Qian, who was leaning powerlessly in the back row, knew that it was Qiao Weidong's reason for crying, but she didn't try to expose it.

Her mind is clear now, but she is in a bad mood. Today's farewell to the daughter she has held in her hands for almost 20 years indicates that her daughter will be like this in the near future. Although she is full of tears and reluctance, she still Still firmly on the path of her own choice.

It’s great that the kids are older.

Now that the child has grown up, I really, really can’t bear to let him go!

Silent tears overflowed again. Qiao Weidong, the co-pilot in the front seat who had been paying attention, saw it and didn't say anything. He just silently took out the remaining tissues in his pocket and handed them over to the back.

Song Qian took the tissue and gently wiped the corners of her eyes and cheeks, thinking again of what her aunt said on the plane in the morning.

Long-term, inertial concessions will not work.

Just think about it yourself if you give in briefly and occasionally.