The Persian blanket felt much better than what it was used on weekdays, so Song Xiangran couldn't help but roll on it again.

Seeing their daughter rolling on the stall like a little girl, Gao Huijuan and Song Jianguo glanced at each other, and then laughed out loud.

Hearing Gao Huijuan's laughter, Song Xiangran hurriedly raised her head, and after realizing that her parents were actually laughing at her childishness, Song Xiangran was embarrassed to get up from the blanket.

If you want to talk about naivety, Song Xiangran's naivety will only be shown in front of the people she really believes, so Song Xiangran is not absolutely ashamed.

Song Xiangran ran to Gao Huijuan's side, hugged her, and asked coquettishly, "Mom, you and Dad laugh at me." ”

"You girl," Gao Huijuan smiled so hard that her eyes narrowed, and the traces of time were revealed in the corners of her eyes, "Even though she is an adult, why is she still like a child?"

I don't know why, Song Xiangran's heart chuckled, she hadn't thought about whether she was reborn or not, whether she should tell her parents about it.

Actually...... has been an adult for a long time, and it is precisely because I have been an adult for a long time that it is rare to be able to let go in front of my trusted parents for a while.

But Song Xiangran didn't dare to tell his parents the truth.

It's not that Gao Huijuan and Song Jianguo won't believe it, Song Xiangran is just very worried, they will feel guilty and sad for a long, long time for themselves to suffer......

Although he told Fang Qingming now, he didn't seem to be in a big deal, in fact, Song Xiangran could feel it, and Fang Qingming had always felt guilty in his heart, he felt guilty about why he didn't find Song Xiangran earlier at that time, and he was even more sad about Song Xiangran's past.

Thinking of this, Song Xiangran planned that it would be better not to tell his parents about it.

Let Gao Huijuan and Song Jianguo think that their daughter will return safely.

After Song Xiangran went to college, except for holidays, Gao Huijuan and her daughter spent a lot less time like this.

"Xiangran," Gao Huijuan looked at Song Xiangran with a loving face, and stretched out her hand to stroke Song Xiangran's hair from time to time, "Your hair has grown so long unconsciously." ”

When she was a child, Song Xiangran has always been a lively little girl, because she often runs around, so Gao Huijuan discussed with Song Jianguo to cut Song Xiangran's hair short, which was short for many years.

It wasn't until Song Xiangran went to college that he slowly began to grow long hair.

In half a year, Song Xiangran's hair has passed past his shoulders.

Today's Song Xiangran is not the tomboy-like girl who would roll in the mud pile and say that she was going to build a "mud snowman".

For a while, Gao Huijuan was very touched.

The girl who was raised by herself with hard work, in a blink of an eye, she was engaged to someone.

Thinking about it, Gao Huijuan burst into tears.

Although she knew that Song Xiangran would not marry Fang Qingming so soon, Gao Huijuan's heart also began to be reluctant.

Thinking like this, Gao Huijuan's nose was sour, and the tears in her eyes couldn't sit still and fell.

The teardrop fell on Song Xiangran's cheek.

Song Xiangran was stunned for a moment, raised her head, and found that Gao Huijuan was looking at her with tears in her eyes.

I don't know why, probably because the contagion ability of emotions is too strong, Song Xiangran's nose also began to sour.

"Mom, what are you crying about?" Song Xiangran forced a smile and stretched out his hand to wipe Gao Huijuan's tears.

Gao Huijuan used to be a beautiful woman, but because she was exiled to Xiaolin Village and suffered a lot of life, now her face obviously has many more traces of years than other women with a good life.

Tears kept rolling down the ravines of time.

In fact, when she reunited with Chen Meiyun, Gao Huijuan understood that her life was very different from the past.

At the same age, Chen Meiyun's skin is much smoother than Gao Huijuan's, and her wrinkles are much less, and her whole body looks younger.

For this kind of experience of herself, Gao Huijuan has never complained and hated, why, why.

But fate is like this, he loves to play tricks on people.

Ten years in Hedong and ten years in Hexi, people who were once high on the top, if they were not careful, fell to the bottom.

Thinking of this, Gao Huijuan couldn't help but sigh.

Song Jianguo, who was on the side, seemed to understand what his wife was sighing about, and silently approached Gao Huijuan's side, stretched out his arm, and hugged Gao Huijuan's shoulder.

The family was silent for a long time, and Song Jianguo said slowly: "When the family is together, everywhere is home, and this is enough." ”

"Hmm. Gao Huijuan and Song Xiangran looked at each other and smiled, then nodded together.

Song Jianguo suddenly stood up, stretched, and then said, "Today is the first day we moved into our new home, everyone has been tired for so long, let's go out for lunch later!"

"Good!"

After buying this house, Song Jianguo and Gao Huijuan still had some money left, but this money was not enough to buy a car at that time, so the plan to buy a car was postponed.

Because they didn't have a car, they had to walk to the nearest shopping mall for a meal.

When ordering, the waiter kept observing Song Xiangran as if he was nothing, and occasionally once or twice met Song Xiangran's gaze, and he quickly turned away.

This made Song Xiangran feel a little strange.

Finally, when the order was finished, the mystery was revealed.

The waiter seemed to hesitate for a long time, and mustered up the courage to ask Song Xiangran, "May I ask if you are Song Xiangran?"

The young man in front of him, Song Xiangran had no impression at all.

So when he said his name, Song Xiangran was surprised.

"I am, do we know each other?" Song Xiangran asked.

The young man touched his head embarrassedly, then licked his lips and said, "I am a reader of the national magazine, I have read your column, and I like your articles. ”

Song Xiangran didn't expect that he would meet people who like his articles at this time and in this place.

If you use Fang Qingming's words, it is a fan.

"I see, thank you!" Song Xiangran smiled happily and said to the young man, "You don't have to call me by you, we should be the same age, right?"

The man seemed to be afraid that Song Xiangran would misunderstand, so he quickly shook his head and said, "I know this, I know that you have just turned eighteen years old this year and are in your freshman year, but you are just ...... This you, I think I admire you very much, that's why I use you. If you, ah no, if you don't like it, I won't call it that. ”

In fact, Song Xiangran didn't particularly mind, but he just felt that he was not a great writer, and he felt a little unworthy of virtue with you.

"It's okay, in fact, I'm also a newborn calf who is not afraid of tigers, and I'm so happy to be liked by you. Song Xiangran said with a smile.

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