Chapter Seventy-Two: Wild Thoughts (Overhaul and Update 8)

"Where's Mom and Dad?"

“……”

"I'll drive the car. ”

“……”

"Hey, you didn't rob me today. ”

“……”

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

“……”

After Song Lifei went upstairs, Rong Yao naturally asked him what he said to the principal. But Song Lifei covered up the past casually, and Rong Yao didn't ask. And he didn't listen to the principal, he didn't even notice that Rong Yao did seem to have something on his mind, but he was usually arrogant, how could a man pay so much attention to the emotions of the same man.

Ordinary men don't show much in front of men, buddies, and brothers.

So after being reminded by the principal, Song Lifei looked at Rong Yao's appearance and was even more sure that this guy was the best at pretending. What the principal said must be true, but he doesn't usually see it, or he won't let himself see it.

Then I didn't stay long, and accompanied him to get a driver's license. Song Lifei would normally think that he was very happy, but he didn't expect that he just looked at the driver's license for a long time, and he was not happy or unhappy, but put it in his pocket a little sadly.

Song Lifei didn't say much, the first time it wasn't so straight. Send it home and leave.

Then the next day, he came to the train station to pick up Song Tingcheng, from getting off the train to getting on the train, Song Lifei looked at Song Tingcheng from beginning to end, with strange eyes. Song Chengcheng was originally more brainy and city-like than Song Lifei, and he was good at observing words and feelings, especially his younger brother.

Just ask.

"I didn't ...... It's nothing. ”

Song Lifei shook his head and sat in the co-pilot: "You drive, go home, your parents will cook and wait for you." ”

Song Chengcheng looked at Song Lifei suspiciously, didn't say much about starting the car and drove away, and then signaled: "I'm going to join the group for a few months to film, this time it's the second female." Tang Bao looked for it. ”

Song Lifei sighed: "Do you think Rong Yao introduced Tang Bao to you, which can be regarded as doing his best for you?"

Song Tingcheng thought about it for a while, and said with a smile: "It's good." Ability, character, ideas are good. Thank you, Rong Yao...... That's right. ”

Looking around suspiciously: "Rong Yao didn't come with you today?"

Song Lifei sighed: "People are not your brother, nor are they your boyfriend, do you still need to pick you up?"

Song Tingcheng frowned: "What are you talking nonsense?"

Bai glanced at him: "The dog can't spit out ivory from his mouth." ”

Song Lifei sneered: "I'm a dog's mouth, you are my sister, what kind of mouth do you have?"

Song Tingcheng smiled: "Okay, this is the Song family in my impression." ”

Song Lifei looked sideways at Song Tingcheng and watched.

Song Qingcheng was puzzled: "How do you get out of the car and look at you, it's weird." If you have something to say, is it a lack of money or something? I will leave the car to you, and I will not need it when I join the group. Okay, right?"

Song Lifei was impatient: "You don't leave the car to me, as if you can drive away." ”

Song Tingcheng glanced at him: "You can do it with me." ”

Song Lifei leaned over: "Let me ask you." ”

Song Tingcheng didn't say anything and waited, and Song Lifei asked tentatively: "I said that Rong Yao is not your boyfriend, you said that I was talking nonsense." Where does this so-called nonsense begin?"

Song Chengcheng was at a loss: "It's just nonsense." He's as old as you, four years younger than me. ...... who grew up watching you both grow up."

"Who are you seeing?"

Song Lifei spoke: "I run outside every day, can you see it? When he was a child, he could pretend to be better than you now, so you can see it?"

Song Tingcheng's face fell: "You picked me up to deliberately slap me, what do you want to say?"

Song Lifei coughed lightly and motioned to Song Qingcheng: "Is it possible...... When are you ...... Or rather......"

Song Chengcheng was impatient: "What the hell!"

Song Lifei paused, turned over and sat back: "Let's go back and talk about it." ”

Song Qingcheng looked at him: "Neurotic?"

Without further ado, let's go back together.

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"Rong Yao?" "The headmaster is also here." ”

When she entered the house, she happened to see Rong Yao helping, and she thought she had gone back to the wrong house.

Song Tingcheng and Song Lifei's parents, what do they say? They look like ordinary middle-aged couples in the north. But the family conditions are really good, and of course, it is not a rich family. It's well-off.

But know that in the north, small cities. There are not many well-off. After all, wages, salaries, and even self-employed incomes are certainly not as good as those in big cities. Because of this, the consumption is low, and some conditions can stand out from the crowd.

The Song family has three houses, one new and one old, and one has been rented out.

At the age of forty-six or seventeen, after all, Song Chengcheng is only 22, and Song Lifei is even more 18. At the beginning of family planning, Song Lifei was born and was fined.

Song Tingcheng didn't know, it turned out that he also invited the principal and Rong Yao to have dinner together.

But this is normal, it was just that Rong Yao didn't have much contact with them before, but the principal has always been an old neighbor. Since childhood, he has also given Song Chengcheng and Song Lifei supplementary lessons. After Song Chengcheng passed the exam, there was less. Song Lifei just couldn't sit still.

"Coming back?"

"Take off your coat. ”

"Sister Song. ”

Rong Yao greeted, and her parents also signaled.

What is polite to his own family, when Song Qingcheng changed his clothes and sat back, the principal sat there watching TV. After all, when he's old, who uses him for what? And the headmaster has a social status in this area, even in the city.

Rong Yao wanted to help, but Song Lifei pushed him to sit down: "You are a guest, don't be busy." I went to the kitchen. ”

Rong Yao smiled and looked at Song Tingcheng: "How sensible are you?"

Song Tingcheng also smiled: "What about me in the car, what is sensible?"

Rong Yao asked: "Come back to visit relatives, this time it is really a family visit, right?"

Song Tingcheng nodded, unable to hide his joy: "It turns out that Tang Bao really has a way at the top." is a good drama, I can play the second female lead, although it is a remake of the previous popular drama, but it can be regarded as the real main role. ”

Rong Yao was surprised: "That's right, the second female, who is the first female?"

Song Qingcheng shook his head: "Tie for the first female." is the once very popular pearl of the monarch, telling the story of the princess looking for her father. ”

Rong Yao suddenly said: "Then I know." ”

Then he asked, "How long will it take?"

Song Qingcheng spoke: "There will always be a few months." ”

Rong Yao paused: "Where is it?"

Song Tingcheng smiled: "There are scenes, most of them." But there are also people who go to Hangzhou porridge, after all, Suzhou and Hangzhou must be the indispensable places for the protagonist to fall in love in the play. ”

"Huh. ”

Rong Yao nodded: "Hang porridge ......"

After a moment of silence, Rong Yao looked at Song Qingcheng: "Okay." This goes into the mainstream actor sequence, and the rest is up to you how you take the opportunity. Now it's not what it used to be, the news is closed, and twenty-six or seventeen-year-olds are considered newcomers. It's too early to become famous, and some of them became popular in their early twenties. ”

Song Qingcheng sighed lightly: "I want to too." Take your time, though, and keep your feet on the ground. ”

Rong Yao leaned over: "You take the opportunity to try to accumulate contacts on your own." ”

Song Chengcheng looked at him in surprise, and Rong Yao smiled: "Don't think about it." I mean, it doesn't matter if her connections or yours, in the end 1+1 is greater than 2 and can complement each other. ”

Song Chengcheng thought for a while, nodded and said, "That's right...... But. ”

Suddenly laughed: "Wow, I don't know if I haven't touched it." Why is Tang Bao so arrogant in private, not like a girl at all. It looks like the posture of the elite in the workplace, and it is in full swing. In fact, it really is, jealousy and hatred, clear grievances, and open-mindedness. ”

Rong Yao spoke: "I bet you told her so directly, she couldn't hear that you were ridiculing." I thought you were praising her. ”

"Haha. ”

Song Tingcheng laughed, with a very bright appearance: "Really, she is still beautiful." Ah, I really am...... I don't know what to say anymore. ”

just curled the corners of his mouth and spoke: "But it's rare to be so warm and secure after wandering outside for so long." ”

looked at Rong Yao: "Thank you, I'm really looking for the right person." ”

Rong Yao nodded: "I'll listen to what she says about you in private another day, I guess it's all kinds of compliments." After all, you know her current conditions, whether it is the economy or her network background, not ordinary people look down on her. She's really not a pure rookie agent. ”

Song Chengcheng sighed, and looked up a little with his eyes: "Take me to see Sister Hua." Looking at her and Sister Hua, she feels like a niece. Sister Hua's son is not young anymore, and she knows each other. Bring it over and play with it. Maybe the relationship between the two is really good. Sister Hua also said a few words to me, saying that I have potential, let her take it well. ”

When the two chatted like this, it didn't take long for the meal to start.

But the two didn't pay attention, and the principal, who was watching TV on the side, sat not far away. And the two have been observed occasionally.

Talking and laughing, it is very harmonious.

I don't know how to have an illusion, there is no age difference between the two. Especially when talking about work, Rong Yao gave most of his opinions. And in fact, it was Rong Yao who contributed to Song Qingcheng's substantial progress in finding an agent.

Are both sides quite satisfied?

This is what Song Lifei is talking about, right? Seeing that their sisters and brothers don't get along so harmoniously.

The principal felt that at his age, he was a bit disrespectful to his cranky thoughts.

But he cares about Rong Yao very much, especially when Rong Yao was a child, because of his negligence, his personality and ideas were extreme. Now it is even more necessary to strictly control it, so that he cannot be affected by anything and return to the past.

It's just that it seems that when Rong Yao and Song Chengcheng are together, if they are so harmonious, why are they still sad behind them?

If it wasn't Song Chengcheng, how could he blurt out that he was four years younger?

Can't figure it out, can't figure it out.

I don't know how Song Lifei asked?

I guess I didn't have time, right?

"Eat and eat ......"

"Rong Yao, Headmaster, it's time for dinner. ”

Naturally, the principal didn't have to move, just sit down.

Rong Yao wanted to help serve the food, and he basically didn't need to do it.

Song Lifei and his mother were enough, and then Song Lifei's father poured wine and drinks, as a family.

I also have time to ask my eldest daughter about her work.

The eldest daughter naturally didn't hide it, and told Rong Yao's help. In fact, I already knew, but Rong Yao had been with Song Lifei all the time, and he hadn't seen his parents much. Today is also rare, which impresses the couple.

Treat Rong Yao like an adult, and then it starts.

How about other people's children, let Song Lifei and him learn more.

Song Lifei was more honest in front of his parents, and while not delaying eating, he also pouted and said that Rong Yao was able to get his driver's license so quickly, all of which he helped. also asked Rong Yao if it was.

Rong Yao smiled and raised his glass to give Fei Ge a glass.

During the period, Rong Yao and Song Chengcheng sat next to each other, the two chatted, the principal and Song Lifei's parents chatted, and Song Lifei occasionally interjected.

Happiness knows no bounds.