Su Meng was a little overwhelmed by her questioning tone, so she had to change her words. "Meng, you are an interesting child, Xiaoyu usually takes care of you a lot, thank you very much. Song Qingzhi's mother also took a step back.

"Uh... No, it's all him...... Take care of me a little more. ”

The more Su Meng spoke, the lower her voice became, and if she specifically said how Song Qingzhi took care of herself, it was estimated that she would be furious and hysterical. Song Qingzhi also secretly laughed when he heard him say this.

"What are you laughing at, people are only two years older than you, they are so responsible, you, you are still like a child. Song Qingzhi's mother patted Song Qingzhi on the back again.

Su Meng was a little surprised, it turned out that Song Qingzhi was actually younger than herself. He is still two years younger. But it doesn't look like a ...... in any way Song Qingzhi never said his birthday, on the contrary, he had already confessed his personal information such as his birthday date and month.

This kid... Yes.

The atmosphere in the banquet was intriguing, and Song Qingzhi's mother's voice was not loud, but it was sonorous and powerful. I haven't seen Song Qingzhi for too long, and the topic always revolves around him. Compared with the year before last, people came back in a lot of spirit, as well as topics such as the local customs and people of the South Island. Song Qingzhi responded one by one, and when it came to matters related to Su Meng, he would never say a word, and if Song Mu asked again, he would change the topic. Su Meng pondered the way the mother and son got along.

It's like playing chess, and you go back and forth. Mother Song seemed to be at a disadvantage at the moment, and instead threw the problem to Su Meng.

"Xiao Su, do you know that memorial hall on the island?"

Song Qingzhi panicked for a moment, and before he could grab a word, Su Meng replied first, "I know...... In memory of the Heroic Soul..."

Song Mu smiled kindly and continued to ask, "Xiao Yu took you there, right?"

Su Meng noticed that this question didn't seem quite right, so he no longer took the initiative to answer, but looked at Song Qingzhi. Song Qingzhi took a deep breath and said slowly,

"When they went to collect materials, I took a tour guide and took them around the memorial hall. ”

"Oh, the stone tablet of that memorial hall has the name of Xiaoyu's grandfather. My parents also fled from the mainland, and my father and I were both born on the island. Gradually everyone got acquainted with each other, and then I got married to his father. My parents were still homesick, so we moved back to the mainland together. Mother Song said softly and turned to ask Song Qingzhi's father,

"At that time, I remember that my father talked to your father for a long time and persuaded him to come back together, but the old man just didn't want to. ”

Song Qingzhi's father nodded and said, "The old man is old, and he is unwilling to change places after decades in the blink of an eye in the South Island. ”

Song Qingzhi's father drank some wine and couldn't drive anymore, and Song Qingzhi took the car keys after the banquet was over. On the way home, the four of them had their own concerns and stopped talking. The car came down from the second ring road and went around the auxiliary road under the bridge, and the street lights along the way flickered on and off, flickering sporadically. Su Meng looked at Song Qingzhi with his peripheral vision, and the dim light and dim shadow covered Song Qingzhi's expression. After arriving home, Song Qingzhi exhaled and looked at Su Meng with a radiant smile.

"Let's go, we're home. ”

[I booked a hotel, you go with me.] ］

Su Meng sent him a message, Song Qingzhi read the news and looked up at him, looked at it for a while before smiling and said, "Got it." ”

Indeed, he wished he had fled immediately in the middle of the banquet.

After the two sent their parents home, they chatted with them for a while before leaving. Mother Song asked worriedly, "Xiaoyu, aren't you resting at home?"

"No, I made an appointment with a friend. Song Qingzhi waved his hand and closed the door, and his mother said, "Pay attention to safety when driving." He was also slapped in the door. Mother Song looked at the closed door in a daze, and suddenly a sense of grievance rushed to the tip of her nose, and she couldn't help crying. Seeing this, Father Song hurriedly came over to appease,

"What's wrong with you? My son just went to play with his friends, why are you still crying? ”

"I don't know, I think Meng and that person feel too similar, why am I not afraid, why am I not worried, what if Xiaoyu is hurt again...... How can I rest assured...... I can tell at a glance who he likes, he likes cuteness, and he likes it badly...... What should I do as a mother......" Mother Song held back her tears and leaned on her husband's shoulder to mourn.

"When Xiaoyu was still young, his understanding of feelings was still too shallow, and he has grown up in the past so many years, and he will not be so fragile. You don't have to worry too much. Your anxiety and worry can be felt by your child, and he will be stressed. ”

"I know... I know... But since your father's incident, I've really... There's no way not to be nervous about the people at home......" Song's mother's tears kept flowing.

"Okay, okay, I'm here...... It's okay, it's all right. Song's father took his wife in his arms and gently patted Song's mother on the back.

No wonder he was asked what was in the bag at the convenience store just now, but Song Qingzhi just didn't speak, it turned out that he had bad intentions for a long time.

This year's Xi'an summer is particularly hot, during the recess, students are bored in the class in twos and threes together to laugh and chat, the old ceiling fan wind is not very strong, but now it is even more crumbling.

"Where's Xiao Song?"

A student patted the back of the student lying on his stomach in the front row and asked,

"I was scolded. The student lying on his stomach replied weakly, with a layer of sweat on his forehead.

"What's wrong with being scolded again?"

"Look up for yourself! The switch of the ceiling fan was broken by him during the fight...... I'm going to die of heat..."

"Song Qingzhi, you really have a long ability, I wanted to praise you for your progress in the final exam this time. As a result, you went to fight with people? You are in high school, can you not be so naïve!"

The head teacher knocked on the table and counted the tall and thin boy standing in front of him. The boy shrugged and didn't take it seriously.

"You, you really have to call your parents, I have to talk to your parents. ”

"Hey, teacher, don't, why don't you still look at us at every turn when you're an adult, let us call your parents over to talk about things, doesn't this let others look down on you?"

Song Qingzhi's oily tone caused the other teachers in the office to laugh, and the head teacher's angry face Song, "You can!

After school, Song's mother grabbed his ears and dragged people out of the corridor and walked straight to the school gate. Actually, it didn't hurt much, but he just liked to snort twice in front of people. kept squeaking and screaming, and Song's mother didn't eat him, and pushed people into the car in three or two clicks.

"If you really have the ability, if you don't see your homeroom teacher for three days, you have to find something for me. Mother Song turned on the refrigeration and air conditioning after starting the car, "Classmate Song Qingzhi, I beg you, can you let your mother and me be quiet for a few days." ”

"You don't come often, it's usually my dad who comes to see our homeroom teacher......"

Song Qingzhi rubbed his ears that were pinched red, and whispered.

"Kick your nose in the face?" Song Mu asked, turning her head to stare at him.

"Hehe, don't dare. Song Qingzhi immediately behaved, Song's mother had always had no way to take such a Song Qingzhi.

Song Qingzhi knew that his mother was busy with work, and it was not easy to see her once, if it wasn't for his father's absence from home on a business trip, he might not be able to see her this time. In fact, he didn't think that he would be able to see his mother like this, and the fight with someone was purely accidental, but it was a blessing in disguise, which was not bad. Song Qingzhi pressed the car window, and the sound of cicadas poured in with the warm wind, and he ushered in his seventeen-year-old summer vacation.

"It's air conditioned here, and you still have a car window, so you can watch out for a cold with hot and cold air alternately. Mother Song saw that if she didn't remind herself, half of her son's body was about to poke out. Song Qingzhi gently closed his eyes in the mottled light and shadow transmitted from the layers of tree canopy, "Mom, summer is so good." ”

"Oh, take your hands back!

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