Dear girl

Song Xinci's family lives in Jingcheng District, and the only [-]A-level tourist attraction in Yangchuan City, Jingcheng Mansion, is her home.

Jingcheng Mansion used to be a yamen in ancient times. There are seven national key cultural relics protection units inside. There is an endless stream of tourists from all over the world to visit every day. It is the most resounding cultural card of Yangchuan City.

Her family's courtyard house has been inspected for several generations, and the price is surprisingly expensive.

There is another story here.It was when her parents were still in love, and her father didn't know what he did wrong, which made her angry. The car happened to pass by here, and her mother pointed out the window and cried to her father, "Okay, if you really love me, Just buy it."

So my father bought this courtyard house.

What mom said was angry, and dad knew it was angry.How old was she when she heard this story, and she still couldn't understand the thing called love well, so she asked her father, "You know, why do you want to buy it?"

Dad put her on his lap, scratched her nose, turned to look at the mother in the room, and replied with a gentle face, "You don't know, your mother smiled beautifully at that time."

At this time, my mother just came out of the house with the cut watermelon, and they looked at each other and smiled.

It was a kind of loving tenderness that Song Xinci had never obtained from her mother.

Yes, Mom may not be a good mother, but she does love Dad, at least at the time.Otherwise, she wouldn't have given birth to her even though she didn't want a child so much, but maybe it was because she loved her so much that she felt a little neglected and dissatisfied.

They love each other, but they always fight.

Marriage is for love, divorce is also for love.

Song Xinci turned the steering wheel. Old Song said that he would be home at ten o'clock, but now it's only after eight o'clock. If he had known, he would have stayed with Sister Yao for a while.

The navigation prompt deviated from the route, Song Xinci turned off the navigation, and turned around aimlessly.

Outside the window is the night that is constantly receding, the whole area is flickering with neon lights, like a dance party for adults, let's go, put on a mask.

He touched his pocket, but there was no cigarette.

"Sister Yao is really a healthy person." Song Xinci sighed and turned on the stereo.For some reason, she really wanted to hear something, anything.

Surround sound effect, the sound quality is so good that it is like playing live.A short piano prelude leading to a generous male voice, Hurts' "The Water"

Song Xinci hummed a few more words, "They just drive rightin. But do they know..." Then he turned off the stereo in anger. He was really in a bad mood, and he felt so sad when he just listened to any song.

As a result, Song Xinci arrived home later than her father.

Parked behind that Maybach I hadn't seen in a while.Song Xinci reconfirmed that there was no smell of smoke left on his body, threw the cigarette and mouthwash on the car, and got out of the car.

The door is open, go in.Uncle Li was doing Tai Chi in front of the screen wall, when he saw Song Xinci smiled kindly: "Miss, the chairman is waiting for you."

Uncle Li and Aunt Chen are a couple. Due to physical reasons, they have no children.They appeared in this family before Song Xinci, and they grew up watching Song Xinci all the way.Cleaning the room, washing and cooking, taking care of valuables, trimming flowers and plants, taking her to and from school while studying... all the big and small things at home.

Kiss like family.

"Uncle Li." Song Xinci called out sweetly, and went up to perform two Tai Chi moves with Uncle Li, "Then I'll go in first."

"Your Aunt Chen made Suanzaoren Soup, remember to drink a bowl." Uncle Li reminded.

"Okay." Song Xinci said as he walked in, "Thank you, Uncle Li."

As soon as he entered the outer living room, Song Wentao was drinking a spoonful of soup from a white porcelain bowl. When he saw Song Xinci, he greeted him, "Come and drink a bowl. Aunt Chen boiled it. It nourishes the blood and nourishes the spirit."

Aunt Chen gave her a loving look, and picked up the soup bowl on the table: "I'll go and warm it up for you."

"Thank you, Aunt Chen."

The courtyard house has been redecorated according to the meaning of Song Xinci's mother.The floor tiles are precious matte gray marble. The ceiling-mounted Chinese-style sub-shaped LED lights above the outer living room complement the surrounding embedded grille lights, and the entire main room is bright and warm.The European-style classical sofa is placed on the left, and opposite is a 65-inch ultra-high-definition 4k TV.There is a long open space in the middle, covered with a handmade mountain and river map carpet.

On the rectangular white wall, there are three ink paintings hung horizontally, all of which are works of famous artists.There are potted plants under the blank space, which are ash bonsai, pearl boxwood, and a potted imitation of the southern style.

At first glance, it is quite gorgeous, but after a long time, it will become aesthetically tired.Song Xinci walked over, walked around behind Song Wentao like a thief, pulled Song Wentao's hair, and said in a happy tone as if he had succeeded: "Old Song, let me see if you have white hair."

"Who says you can't touch a tiger's head." Song Wentao leaned on the sofa, not daring to move, smiling until the corners of his eyes showed fine wrinkles, and his deep voice was full of affection, "You have to pull it out and tell me , let me have a mental preparation."

Song Xinci grabbed two handfuls, and went around to the sofa: "Just pretend you, have you baked oil?"

"You discovered all of this." Song Wentao said Erlang's legs turned up, his hands rested on the sofa, and he stretched his shoulders, as if feeling a little emotional, "I'm getting old."

Song Xinci took the soup bowl that Aunt Chen handed over, smiled at Aunt Chen, sat on the sofa, looked at Song Wentao, and said, "Dad, I think you should wear a striped lapel T-shirt for middle-aged and elderly people to match your appearance." A pair of denim cropped trousers, and a pair of yellow-brown open-toed sandals, still looks very young."

Even so, her father is still a handsome old man, and it is still very confusing to tidy up a few times.

Song Xinci drank a spoonful of soup, turned his head to look at the stubble that had not been shaved off around Song Wentao's chin.I thought, if my mother was here, she would not let my father let her figure and dress be so indulgent, after all, she is such a delicate person.

Song Wentao looked at the ceiling, with a clear expression on his face that can only be seen through wind and rain: "Whatever age a person is, he should do what his age is. But Dad is not sad, but happy, because when I am old, it means my daughter grows up." big."

Song Xinci originally wanted to refute Song Wentao's previous statement, why would he want to do something, let the age frame constrain him.Then I disagree. As soon as it came to my lips, it became: "Hey, Lao Song, what happened to you today. Besides, who told you that I like to grow up."

Song Wentao was stunned for a few seconds, as if remembering something, he smiled wistfully: "That's right." Song Wentao came back to his senses, took out a beautiful rectangular box from behind and handed it to Song Xinci, "The schedule is in a hurry, let me Liu Wei helped choose it. Don’t mind, I’ll make it up for you another day.”

"What do you mind?" Song Xinci took the box, "I am no longer a child, I need you to bring gifts every day."

But it's nice to have a gift.Song Xinci unpacked the box and found a fountain pen. The pen clip is a dragon carefully crafted from sterling silver. The dragon eyes inlaid with rubies are lifelike. "The Emperor's Dragon and Great Writer Series, 93 limited edition."

Miss Weiwei is so caring...

That was last month, and she had no news of Xia Yao yet.In order not to be so irritable, I copied the lyrics in the studio, trying to let the words fill my mind with messy thoughts.Unexpectedly, the more I copy, the more annoying it gets, and I get angry when I look at everything. When I was tearing up the notebook, I moved my elbow and accidentally touched the original pen on the ground and broke it.He just casually posted a circle of friends and sprayed his anger on that innocent pen.

Unexpectedly, Sister Weiwei, who has always been aloof, would also look at Moments. She is really a person...