A woman like Ode to Joy

Fan Shengmei handed over her mobile phone, Mr. Tan called his second grandson, and reported that he was safe amidst Tan Zongbi's anxious voice. Of course, he did not miss Tan Zongbi's complaints and worries.

Faced with the little threats from his grandson, and also said that he would fly to Shanghai to take him back to Beijing, or let his grandson pick him up, Mr. Tan didn't take it seriously, and he was used to it.

"Okay, I won't tell you more, I borrowed a girl's mobile phone, and I have to return it."

Tan Zongbi on the other end had no choice but to remind him, "I told my elder brother."

"Hey! Aren't you looking for trouble for me? Okay, what are you talking to him about, and you have to nag me again..." Mr. Tan was anxious and a little angry.

"Who told you to go to Shanghai without saying hello, and go out for a stroll alone, and lost your mobile phone. How can you let me rest assured?"

This speech made Mr. Tan speechless again. He knew that he was in the wrong, but he was still angry. In the end, he broke up unhappy and cut off the phone with a snap.

Fan Shengmei drank the coconut juice silently, but felt funny in her heart.

This old man Tan has a childlike disposition, which is very interesting.

"This brat..." The old man handed the phone back to Fan Shengmei, muttering non-stop.

Silently put away the phone, Fan Shengmei and Mr. Tan drank coconut juice, and the other ate, chatting about fun, for about half an hour, the old man had almost finished his meal.

Fan Shengmei had settled the bill a long time ago, and the old man had no chance to take out the card from his pocket to pay the bill. He just said that he was lucky to meet Fan Shengmei today, and even asked the little girl to treat him to dinner, which made Fan Shengmei feel embarrassed.

"You, don't go shopping at this late hour. I just want to go back to the hotel to get some things. Come back to the hotel with me."

Although the old man is in good health, he is already tired after walking around for such a long time. Now that he has just had a full meal, he just wants to rest. Fan Shengmei couldn't have said it better.

"It's really troublesome for you. When you meet an old man like me, he treats me to dinner and takes me back..." said Mr. Tan.

Fan Shengmei hailed a taxi, reported the address, and said to the old man: "You still have to be careful when you go out, you are not too young, it makes people worry if you lose your phone, now there are a lot of thieves and wicked people in big cities , in case you can’t find your way, and there is no one around you who can help you, what should you do? Are you right..."

The old man couldn't say the same tone to Fan Shengmei as he did to Tan Zongfu, he touched the sweat on his cheek and nodded, "I know, I know..."

As if being said to be afraid.

Fan Shengmei didn't say too much. After all, if she really wanted to say something, at most she was an acquaintance, a staff member she knew in a hotel, but she said a few words together, had a meal, and the other party also had something to say. grandson.

"Okay, I'm afraid you haven't listened to such words less, just be careful yourself, you just need to rest assured about this, and I won't say anything more to you."

It's not far from the Kempin Hotel, so it would take about 20 minutes to walk back, but Fan Shengmei, seeing the old man's tired face, leaned back on the car seat and closed her eyes, so she chose to take a nap.

I glanced at my watch, it was past nine o'clock.

Fan Shengmei smiled, and it took 10 minutes by foot and 5 minutes by car to arrive.To prevent the old man from really falling asleep, Fan Shengmei patted the old man's arm beforehand, saying that he was coming.

When the old man was almost awake, the car stopped, just at the gate of Kempin.

Fan Shengmei got out of the car and went to the other side to help the old man out of the car. The old man rubbed his eyes, "Are you there?"

"Yes, be careful."

Only then did the old man stand on the spot, when a voice suddenly sounded from behind, calling out, "Grandpa."

His voice was thick and full of sighs.

grandfather……

This voice is very familiar.

The old man turned his head to look at the source of the sound.

Fan Shengmei, who was supporting Mr. Tan's hand, was stunned when she heard the voice. After realizing who the familiar voice came from, she didn't dare to turn her head back for a while, feeling a sense of homelessness.

Until the man behind him strode forward, the sound of the crisp and fast stepping of the leather shoes was getting closer and closer.

"Grandpa, why did you come to Shanghai alone without saying hello?" After speaking, he was already standing in front of the old man. Although he was worried about his own grandfather, he did not ignore Fan Shengmei who was beside the old man.

With just one glance, she saw her expression of surprise that could not be concealed, but she avoided her gaze when she met her own eyes.

Mr. Tan...

Tan Zongming...

Tan surname...

Only then did Fan Shengmei realize their relationship in the address between the two, silently let go of the hand holding the old man's arm, and stood stiffly in place.

grandpa, grandson...

Is there anything else I don't understand?

"Ah Ju told you." Mr. Tan almost expected it when he heard what Tan Zongru said, and was not too surprised by Tan Zongming's arrival.

Tan Zongming supported his grandfather's arm, and listened to the old man and Fan Shengmei saying, "Haha, Xiao Fan, don't you know me, my eldest grandson!"

Pointing at Tan Zongming in front of Fan Shengmei, he said with a smile, "That's the one I told you to be rotten!"

Although the old man spoke mischievously, Fan Shengmei didn't smile at all in her heart. She forced the corners of her mouth, glanced at Tan Zongming and nodded, and said in an unfamiliar tone, "Hello."

Hearing her greeting voice, Tan Zongming finally dared to look at himself as if nothing happened.

Hello?

He pursed his lips.

I'm not good.

Tan Zongming raised his eyebrows without the old man noticing, his heart only became more weird, and his tone was cold, "Hello."

Fan Shengmei didn't want to care about these things, and seeing each other after breaking up, this feeling was extremely strange.

"Mr., since your grandson is here, I won't send you up. I'm in a hurry to get something." Fan Shengmei smiled and said to Mr. Tan.

Hearing this, the old man waved his hands, "Go, go, hurry up if there is something urgent, I have troubled you for so long." He let it go generously.

"What did you say? You should. Then, I'll go first." With a smile, he hurriedly gave Tan Zongming a vague look, and strode inside, passing through the middle of a group of guests, towards the staff elevator.

Tan Zongming held Mr. Tan's arm and looked at the back of her leaving, and he heard the old man sighing in relief.

"This girl is nice."

Tan Zongming just listened, and took the old man to the elevator, and went to the front desk to get the room card that the old man kept.Recalling in his mind that when Cai Zongbi sent him his phone number just now, facing the string of familiar numbers, he kept sighing in his heart about the coincidence of life, but he didn't expect it to be true.

Listening to the old man talking like that now, Tan Zongming didn't know whether he should tell the old man, or it might backfire.

His grandfather looks easy to get along with, but in fact he is a person who can't be more high-sighted. He will not easily prejudice people, but once he has it, it is difficult to get rid of it.Now it sounds like she is praising Fan Sheng's beauty, but he can't say anything to affirm it.

"He just invited you to dinner, and you think you are a nice person?" Tan Zongming asked with a smile as he chose a floor.

The old man glanced at him, "You don't understand."

Tan Zongming's heart thumped, I don't understand...

speechless.

the other end.

Fan Shengmei was carrying a small bag, which also contained Tang Qiu's books, and a book of French phonetic symbols recorded by herself, including some simple vocabulary.Coming out of the safe stairs, looking at the busy front desk, Fan Shengmei silently carried her bag and walked towards the gate.

It's probably ten o'clock to go home now, and she has to go to bed after reciting the phonetic symbols, so she has to go home quickly.

However, things didn't go according to people's wishes. From the moment she was blocked by someone and dragged into the car, and she was silent for 10 minutes all the way to the familiar high-end residential area, she knew that things were not so easy.

The elevator went straight up, and someone's hand was tightly wrapped around her wrist until she entered the house and locked the door.

The housekeeper and Mama Liu were not there, and it was dark inside when the door was opened, except for a light in the entrance.

Fan Shengmei thought about it, thinking that Mr. Tan must have come and went back to tidy up the manor in the suburbs.

Smelling the familiar fragrance, looking at the appearance of the slippers of the man in front of him, after putting on the slippers, he realized that he had not moved and looked back at his appearance.

The lines between the eyebrows piled up again, and she wrinkled slightly, but the lines were much deeper than before.

"Come in."

Fan Shengmei looked at him, looked at the hand he offered, stood there in silence for a moment, then slowly shook her head.

"What's the matter, let's talk here."

One sentence made the already stagnant atmosphere even colder, with a sense of determination.Time hadn't had time to change her stubbornness, it only made her deepen her stubborn thoughts more and more, and then turned into an intractable knot between the two of them, causing even more headaches.

Tan Zongming, who originally planned to sit down and talk for a while, sighed in his heart, helpless.

"You..." With a deep breath, Tan Zongming stepped down wearing slippers, and pulled her up regardless of her objection.

"We need time, let's have a good talk." Pulling her to the sofa, he took off her shoes, looked at the sweaty red feet, and threw her shoes aside.

"President Tan, what else do you want to say to me?" Fan Shengmei shrank uncomfortably and asked in a muffled voice.

"I don't agree!" Tan Zongming stared at her straight up.

There was a single lamp on in the living room, but it was enough for him to see her face clearly, her silent and tired expression.

I disagree!

disagree!

Fan Shengmei's eyes flickered slightly, she knew what he was talking about and what she disagreed with.

The milky yellow light hit the faces of the two, and their eyes met. It was not as affectionate as in the past that could be shy and snickered, or could throw themselves into each other's arms. Instead, they each held their positions with the stubbornness of confrontation. Not willing to compromise.

She suddenly smiled, "Then when will you agree?"

His complexion became more ugly in an instant, and he pursed his lips in silence.

"I've never been in such a tiring relationship. I really feel so tired when I'm in love with you..." There was a tired smile on the corner of her mouth, and her eyes didn't blink for a moment.

"I don't know what you think, but to be honest, I don't think I'm good enough for you." Fan Shengmei laughed at herself, "When we're with you, you're almost always accommodating me, and you and I don't have much in common. In addition to eating and sleeping, and then, between you and me, guessing each other. All this makes me feel tired, you know?"

"You said, I never express my thoughts." I couldn't help pursing my lips, holding back the complexity in my heart, "But why don't you be exactly like me?"