halva[entertainment]

Su Qingji hesitated a few times in the car, but still didn't mention it. If there is no suitable opportunity, it might be a bit abrupt to say it suddenly.

The sky was getting dark, and finally arrived at the destination, a French private kitchen, located near a lavender manor in the suburbs of Beijing.

There is no shop sign, high-end positioning, regular customer system.

Although today is the Lantern Festival, Su Qingji had a whim in the morning and wanted to bring Tang Anran here to eat French food, so he asked Xi Zhu to call and make a reservation.

The car was quite far away, and the romantic purple in full bloom could not be seen in January, but it was because of a heavy snowfall a few days ago, and the flat manor ground was full of crystal clear white.

The owner of this private kitchen is over [-] years old. When he was young, he was the chef of a three-star Michelin restaurant in France. After returning to China, he opened such a restaurant in the suburbs of Beijing. If it comes second, there is no one in the forty-nine cities who can rank first.

Under normal circumstances, it is necessary to make an appointment three months in advance, except for white card members.

A total of fifteen white cards were sent out, and Su Qingji was one of them. She made an impromptu decision today, so she didn't need to make an appointment so long in advance. She made a phone call in the morning and came in the evening.

The boss's son came out to welcome him personally, and also sent his greetings to Su Guan.

The two walked in together, and there was a short corridor through the main entrance. There were many photo frames hanging on the wall, all of which were photos taken with the chef when some social celebrities came to dine here.

Tang Anran looked all the way over, his eyes scanned every photo, and he didn't see Su Qingji, but he saw Su Guan.

The menu of this French private kitchen is relatively traditional, and the dishes are served in the order of thirteen dishes.

The second dish after the frozen appetizer was soup. Su Qingji ordered French consommé, while Tang Anran ordered Provence fish soup.

The dining environment is peaceful and quiet, and the flickering candles are dotted around the table, evoking the atmosphere and atmosphere. The partition of natural flowers and plants makes the dining very concealed. The music of the violin floats from a place not far or near, long and delicate A night of enjoyment to the accompaniment.

The two tasted the food carefully with spoons, while chatting, Tang Anran asked about Su Guan's situation.

"How is your grandfather doing?"

"It's not bad." Su Qingji put down the silver spoon lightly, and said with a faint smile, "The operation was quite successful. Although he is still in the hospital, he has already come out of the intensive care unit."

Tang Anran nodded: "That's good, I hope the old man gets well soon."

She is wearing a one-piece skirt today, which is black and white symmetrical, with long sleeves and a narrow collar, her hair is pulled up, her eyebrows are lowered and she smiles slightly, giving her a somewhat mature charm.

Su Qingji looked over the dining table. Under the candlelight, Tang Anran's makeup showed a different charm than before. Su Qingji lingered on her face for a few seconds, and said with a smile: "Well, he will receive your blessing of."

Tang Anran raised his eyes, Su Qingji took his time and looked back naturally.

She took out a spoonful of clear soup on her plate, gracefully scraped the bottom of the spoon outwards from the edge of the bowl, and sighed in an ordinary way: "Time flies so fast, another year has passed in a blink of an eye."

Tang Anran agreed: "Well, yes."

Su Qingji put down the spoon, wiped the corners of his lips with a napkin, and asked, "You have been with your mother for so many years, did any relatives contact you after Aunt Qiu passed away that night?"

Tang Anran didn't pause, "No."

"Then... have you ever thought about looking for them?"

Hearing this, Tang Anran raised her eyes and shook her head, "Not at all."

Su Qingji's words came to his lips, hesitated for a while, and swallowed them back, the waiter came over to remove the soup plate, and brought an appetizer hot dish up and down.

When the waiters left, Tang Anran picked up the fork, thought for a while, and said, "Actually, I'm not interested in relatives. My mother told me that she didn't want to go home because she felt that she didn't have face to face her parents. If I don’t want to contact my relatives, I have no idea.”

At this point, she paused, "But... I actually really want to know who my biological father is."

"Your biological father...?"

"Well, after all, he is the person my mother has obsessed with all her life. If I know who he is, I can have someone to vent my anger on when I feel worthless for my mother."

Su Qingji thought about it and nodded. Since Tang Anran wanted to know, she was naturally willing to help, so she said, "If you want, I can help you find it."

Tang Anran stopped, slapped her eyelashes, and asked hesitantly, "...Will it be troublesome?"

"No," Su Qingji shook his head and asked her, "Do you have any clues to provide, such as photos?"

Tang Anran pondered for a while, "Well....I remember there is a picture of him in the old house, but it's not very clear."

"It's okay, it's much easier to have photos. Is the old house where you and your aunt used to live?"

"Correct."

"Where did you live?"

Tang Anran said the address, in Shunzhou District, outside the East Sixth Ring Road, not far from the airport.

After Su Qingji heard this, he couldn't help feeling a little puzzled. Tang Wanqiu didn't leave home very far, but he never contacted the Tang family until his death. How could he break off the relationship so decisively?

In other words... Her relatives are not the Tang family in Beijing at all. Will Mo Huajie make a mistake in his investigation?

In just a few seconds, she couldn't think of a reason, but it was meaningless to pursue this question. Since Tang Anran was not interested in her own life experience, Su Qingji just followed her. Anyway, what she loved was Tang Anran's simplicity. No matter where she came from.

Tang Anran wanted to find her biological father, and now this is the key point.

Glancing at the time on the phone, Su Qingji calculated the drive distance from Shunzhou District in his mind, and then asked: "Shunzhou District is quite close to the airport, is it convenient for you to go back to the old house now? How about we finish eating in a while Rice, go and see?"

Su Qingji has a job in Province H tomorrow, so in order to spend more time with Tang Anran, she specially asked Xi Zhu to book the latest flight ticket.

"Ah?" Tang Anran was stunned, "Would it be too much trouble for you to go tonight? You have to catch a plane at night, the time is too tight, I just go back and take a photo of that one another day."

"Well... that's fine too," Su Qingji nodded slightly, and said with a light smile, "Actually, I mainly want to visit the place where you lived. Isn't today the Lantern Festival? I have to do something meaningful."

"There's not much to see in my house either."

"Then I can take you back to my house, it's quite close to Su's house."

Tang Anran was not ready to go home with her, so she quickly waved her hand and smiled guiltyly: "Forget it, go to my house."

Seeing her reaction, Su Qingji said, "Why are you panicking? My grandparents are not at home, only the servants."

"No, no, go to my house, go to my house."

Su Qingji smiled, "Okay," she picked up the phone, "Then I'll call Xi Zhu, shall we go after eating?"

Tang Anran nodded again and again, "Yes."

Su Qingji called the housekeeper, Uncle Mo, and asked him to send a driver to the place where he ate.

When I first came here, Xi Zhu drove the car, Tang Anran didn't bring her assistant with her, Su Qingji should have gone to the airport with Xi Zhu directly after leaving Shunzhou District for the plane at [-]:[-] in the morning, so only Tang Anran was left alone, It was impossible for Su Qingji to let Tang Anran drive home by himself, so he called another driver and asked him to take Tang Anran back to the city.

This driver was also driving the car on the way to Shunzhou District, so Xi Zhu took a break for a while.

At nine o'clock in the evening, Shunzhou District, Chengnan District.

This is an old community that has been around for many years. It used to be the housing unit of a nearby state-owned enterprise. The old man went to bed early at night. It is only after nine o'clock, but there is no one downstairs. The streets in the community are full of cars. , a non-staple food supermarket is open and brightly lit.

Tang Anran's house is on the fifth floor of the third building. When the anti-theft door is opened, what smells into the nose is the smell of dust that no one lives in.

Since he had not paid the electricity bill, he could not turn on the lights, so Xi Zhu took the two emergency flashlights in the car and turned them on. The strong light shone on the ceiling in the living room, lighting up the whole room.

The space is not big, the simplest two bedrooms and one living room, the furniture display has not changed, the sofa and home appliances are covered with dust covers.

The last time Tang Anran came back was during Qingming last year. After sweeping Tang Wanqiu's tomb, she came back and cleaned the old house. It has been almost a year now, and the house is covered with another layer of dust.

The driver waited at the door and did not come in. Xi Zhu stood in the middle of the living room, holding two flashlights in his hand, Su Qingji and Tang Anran stood together, looking around.

Tang Anran pulled off the dust cover on the sofa, and greeted the driver and Xi Zhu, "Stop standing there, sit down, I'll go to the bedroom to find photos."

Su Qingji proposed: "I'll be with you."

"Okay, let's go."

"Wait, Teacher Tang, this is for you." Xi Zhu handed Tang Anran a flashlight.

"Thank you."

"I'll take it, you look for a photo." Su Qingji took over the flashlight, held it up, and the two walked into the bedroom together.

In Tang Wanqiu's bedroom, there was only a box bed without a mattress and an empty dressing table, not even a chair, and it looked empty.

Tang Anran pulled out a storage box from under the dressing table.

All the commemorative things were taken away by Tang Anran, and they were placed in the place where he lived, and the rest were useless sundries.

Tang Anran squatted down and turned left and right. Su Qingji was afraid that the light would not be enough for her, so she turned on the flashlight of her phone to help her illuminate.

"Ah, found it!"

After paying half the price, Tang Anran finally found a mahogany-colored solid wood photo frame. She stood up and breathed a sigh of relief, "I almost thought it was thrown away."

Su Qingji looked at her hand, the old photo in the frame was faded, it seemed to be torn and glued together, the photo was a group photo of a man and a woman at the dinner table.

"It's the only picture of him in my house, it's been torn up by my mum, and his face doesn't look very clear."

Tang Anran handed her the photo frame, and Su Qingji held it in his hand, aimed it with the light of the mobile phone, and took a closer look.

There is a shooting date in the lower right corner of the photo, "19950618"

The photos were obviously not well preserved, faded and yellowed, and the focus of the shooting seemed not to be the two people, but a table of dishes. The person sitting behind the table looked very small, and the man's face was torn off. Re-glued.

Thinking that this person was Tang Anran's biological father, Su Qingji could not help but take a closer look.

Unexpectedly, this glance made her feel a "thump" in her heart.