Song Song

Chu Yi suffered from repeated stomach problems, so he simply took annual leave and recuperated at home for a while.

There is a fitness swimming pool near the house where he lives. He applied for the annual card before, was busy with work, and went to it less often. These days, he was just free. Every evening, he went there to swim for two hours, and then cooked some porridge for himself when he returned home. , It's just that he hasn't quit smoking much, but fortunately, he doesn't have a big smoking habit, and he can relieve his fatigue with one or two cigarettes a day.

Every doctor will tell his patients: You can't smoke anymore, you have to quit.Compared with themselves, they are all smokers who are doing surgery, and they can't drink alcohol. They just rely on puffing up clouds to relieve a little pressure.

During his recuperation, Fatty Xu called him.

Chu Yi was playing with the turtle in the living room at that time, when he heard the phone ringing, he took it to have a look, without any hesitation, he pressed the answer button.

Fatty Xu made a long story short, to the effect that his father is about to be discharged from the hospital, and you have worked hard these days.

Chu Yi threw down the toy in his hand, and walked to the balcony, "You're welcome, it should be, is Songsong going to help you recently?"

"He hasn't come here very much recently." Fatty Xu said speciously, "It should be busy with dating."

"I know."

Fatty Xu was confused and didn't understand what the phrase "I know" meant. He followed the other person's words and said, "Songsong is taking it seriously this time. He wants to get married and settle down early. It's not easy for him to take care of the children alone. And the child's registered permanent residence is not here."

The last time when Fatty Xu went to the supermarket, he met Wang Pingchuan and Zhou Yue. The three of them talked about Songsong's daughter. Zhou Yue naturally mentioned the household registration, but Fatty Xu didn't understand it. He thought that Lele's household registration followed Lin Xiaosong's. In the Northeast, I want to move my daughter's household registration here so that it will be easier for me to go to school in the future.

Chu Yi closed the window, and the sound from the speakers in the restaurant downstairs instantly became much quieter, "Did he tell you that?"

Songsong did tell him that he was in a hurry to get married, but he couldn't tell Chu Yi about it. Fatty Xu lied and said, "That's not true. I was just guessing. Maybe that's what it means."

Chu Yi walked back to the living room, stood in front of the fish tank, and poked the turtle shell lightly with his index finger, "Let's have a meal together when we have time, and you can call Songsong."

Fatty Xu hurriedly said, "Oh, I'm calling this time just to invite you to dinner. I'll make it up for the dinner, as long as you can come. Director Chu, when are you free?"

"You don't have to be so pretentious, just call me by my name."

"How can we do that? You doctors are living Bodhisattvas in our eyes."

Chu Yi said lightly: "I can do it anytime, you decide the time."

"Alright then, let me talk to Songsong and see when he is free."

Lin Xiaosong doesn't have much free time recently. On the one hand, he has to go on a date, and on the other hand, he also needs to inquire about the child's kindergarten. Which kindergarten is not so expensive, or which kindergarten has a good environment and high educational level? When he has free time, he spends time on local parenting forums.

He put all his heart and soul into this daughter, and even imagined a future path for Lele - she has to study, keep reading, don't be like him, drop out of school early to work, until today Struggling at the bottom of society, teaching others to look down on them for no reason.

So when Fatty Xu's voice chat was dialed to his mobile phone, Lin Xiaosong was holding the tablet to browse the parenting forum. He touched the mobile phone next to the bed, glanced at the caller, and "Fat Brother" was displayed on the screen.

"Songsong, let's be home now." Fatty Xu deliberately picked a time after 10:30, which is the time when he should be home even for a date.

Lin Xiaosong conveniently clicked on the post he just browsed to bookmark, "Yes."

"When are you free, come out and have a meal."

Lin Xiaosong thought for a while: "I'm not free this week, next Sunday, okay, fat brother."

"Okay, let's make an appointment for dinner next Sunday."

"Ah."

"What are you doing."

"I didn't do anything, I just swiped the webpage, and I'm going to sleep in a while."

"Then I won't disturb your rest. It's settled. I'll send you the place to eat."

"Okay."

Lele was watching cartoons by the bed, and after Lin Xiaosong hung up, he kicked off his slippers and climbed onto the bed, and squeezed into her father's arms. The child's voice was quite cute, "Is it Uncle Fat?"

Lin Xiaosong looked down at the two ponytails on his chest, "That's right, Uncle Fat is going to treat us to dinner happily."

He gently brushed his daughter aside, and then covered her with the quilt, "Okay, we won't watch the cartoons, and we, Lele, have to go to sleep and grow taller."

"Father, will you marry that Uncle Zhou?" Lele asked suddenly.

Lin Xiaosong smiled: "Little one, do you know what 'marriage' is?"

"Uncle Fat said that getting married means that Dad and Uncle Zhou will live together, but you live together, so where do I live?"

Lin Xiaosong rubbed the little girl's head with a smile in his eyes, "Of course you live with daddy too."

Lele raised her head and smacked Lin Xiaosong's cheek, and said in a small voice shamelessly, "I'm going to be Dad's little padded jacket."

This was what his grandma used to say to him when she was alive, and now he says the same thing to his daughter, and life continues from generation to generation.

When he was about to get off work, a WeChat message popped up on Lin Xiaosong's phone.

Zhou Yubin: "You get off work at 05:30, I'm at the entrance of your hotel."

Lin Xiaosong suppressed his excitement, changed his work clothes without changing his face, put on his bag, and trotted out. He searched around the entrance of the hotel but found no one. Suddenly, a car parked within the parking line honked its horn twice. .

The door opened, and Zhou Yubin stepped out.It hadn't even started to get dark yet, and there was a great glow behind the man.

Lin Xiaosong walked towards the man in a dizzy manner.

A colleague saw it, and greeted Lin Xiaosong from a distance, jokingly: "Xiaosong, is this your new boyfriend?"

Lin Xiaosong turned his head and glared at the colleague: "Don't talk nonsense!"

Zhou Yubin said: "I should have come in time."

Lin Xiaosong hummed, lowered his head and whispered, "Exactly 05:30."

"Let's go, go home and pick up your daughter first, then let's find a place to eat."

"Hey."

That colleague was still watching from a distance, looking like a spy and gossip. When Lin Xiaosong pulled the co-driver's door, he took another look at that side, and at the same time sighed in his heart: I think people will gossip at work tomorrow. , Say what you like, let them go.

Lele was waiting at home for her father to come back. As soon as there was a sound of turning the key outside, she rushed to greet her. The security door opened, and seeing Zhou Yubin, the little girl timidly called "Uncle".

Lin Xiaosong said with a smile: "Hey, how obedient are you today, and you know how to call for someone."

Lele raised her head and said, "I'm hungry."

"Go out to eat with Uncle Zhou." Lin Xiaosong went back to the house and put a child's small coat on his arm in case it was cold when he came back.

"Dad, I drew a lot today." Lele said after following him.

Lin Xiaosong said "Okay" and walked to the bathroom, opening the window to let in the air, "I'll show it to Dad when I come back after dinner."

This is his daily routine, like a spinning top, revolving around the child all the time. When going out, he must close the window of the bathroom, because the only window in the whole house has no protective net, and open it for ventilation when he comes back.

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