Lin Meiru didn't know what happened to her daughter, why she was hit on the head once, but she seemed to have suddenly become smarter. The idea was very accurate, and listening to her tone, it was as if a decision had been made and could not be changed.

"Songsong, mom is not interfering with you, you should think about it yourself. It's not a place where ordinary girls can go, and some of them will suffer in the future. Perhaps Yan Songsong's proposal was too sudden, which also made the atmosphere in the car suddenly become much duller.

Yan Changqing, who had not spoken, opened his mouth. "Since she wants to go, it's better to go and exercise. It's just that she has to make a marriage with Leng Zhuo before she can go. ”

Yan Changqing said this, of course, he had his plans. Because he knew that the art troupe that Yan Songsong was talking about was the 96th Division that had been following Leng Zhuo. Some special art troupes are transported to each other with some troops.

Like Leng Zhuo's 96th Division, this is the case. If Yan Songsong can join the art troupe, they will bow their heads and not look up in the future, but they can also slowly cultivate some feelings.

Yan Songsong didn't expect that the scumbag father did not object to her joining the art troupe. It can't be another routine, right?

Seeing that Yan Changqing was no longer so aggressive, Yan Songsong felt that it would be better to give them a delaying tactic first. Wait until you join the art troupe, and then make other plans.

As for whether she can successfully withdraw from the marriage, she is very sure in her heart, and this time she decided to divorce Leng Zhuo in a peaceful way. That shouldn't affect her future. If she could, she would be nicer to others, after all, she cheated others in her previous life, so she was embarrassed.

After paying attention, Yan Songsong replied to Yan Changqing happily. "Dad, as for the engagement, I will make a decision after I have met Leng Zhuo himself. I don't know if he's tall or short. ”

"That's fine, but you have to remember what you just said, and you can't go back. Otherwise I have a hundred ways to clean you up. Yan Changqing knows that his daughter, doesn't he just like those singers and movie stars? This Leng Zhuo is even more handsome than those big stars, and his status as a major general will definitely make him, a daughter with high vision, like it at a glance.

But his last sentence was barely audible. But Yan Songsong, who was at the tip of her ear, still heard it clearly, which also made her pout slightly.

She secretly decided in her heart that she must come out as a mixed person. Her father has always looked down on her.

"You just promised to sing songs, and you really can't go there. Lin Meiru said with some worry.

Yan Changqing patted Lin Meiru's hand and said, "Don't worry about this, if she really goes, I also have comrades-in-arms over there, and I will let people take care of her more." When your daughter is older, you can't keep it by your side all the time. ”

Of course, Yan Songsong didn't know Yan Changqing's plans, and when he agreed so readily, he was a little happier in his heart.

The three of them finally returned home without any problems.

After returning home, Lin Meiru was in a bad mood, of course she went to her room to sulk, she didn't say it, but it didn't mean that she was really not angry in her heart. Seeing Yan Changqing's front foot and back foot, he followed into the room.

Yan Songsong is inconvenient to follow, she knows that her mother must be sad today, but there are some things that she is not good at interfering with as a daughter.

Seeing that the door of the room was closed, it hadn't been opened for a long time, and there was no sound inside, Yan Songsong was relieved. She took advantage of this time to go to the second floor, which was originally her boudoir.

When you open the door, you see everything you are familiar with. Seeing that his room from more than twenty years ago had not changed at all, Yan Songsong couldn't help but have hot eyes.

Everything is the same as it was in my impression, nothing has changed. She never dreamed that one day, she would be able to go back in time and see everything before.

Almost all of her childhood and teenage memories are recorded here. The textbooks she read when she was a child are neatly placed on the shelves. She used beautiful origami paper and folded it into a thousand paper cranes. Wind chimes made from a dime of banknotes, adorned with many beautiful glass beads and small shells, hang in the middle of the room. When the wind blows, there is a beautiful sound of Ding Ding ringing.

The books she had read and the calligraphy books she had practiced with were all spotless and neatly placed there. The most spectacular thing in her room was the piles of discs as tall as a hill.

These records are placed together by her, male singers, female singers, Hong Kong and Taiwan, and the mainland are all very clearly divided. She sings almost every song here.

At that time, she was so obsessed with these things, when she came across a new song that had just come out, she would listen to it more than a dozen times. She has a good sense of musicality, usually a song, listen to it a few times, add the lyrics, she can sing the whole song.

People hadn't seen DVDs yet, and she had already started to use tape recorders and cassettes, and then she had a Walkman, and stacks of discs to buy back. Her pocket money has never been worried. However, she was frugal and turned all her pocket money into a thin piece.

After school, she was also the first to rush to the video store to find the latest songs.

The room was cleaned and the quilt was neatly folded, all of which were due to my mother.

And in the second drawer next to her left hand, if she remembers correctly, she should lie quietly in her diary.

Yan Songsong was extremely excited, and opened the second drawer, but it was empty.

How so?

What about my diary?

She sat down and thought about it slowly, not missing a single detail.

After half a ring, Yan Songsong patted his head and smiled dumbly. It turned out that when she went out the day before yesterday, she put her diary in her school bag. The diary was supposed to be in the schoolbag downstairs, but she didn't pick it up.

Yan Songsong has developed the habit of writing a diary since elementary school, so he treats this diary like a baby. Occasionally, she would write down some careful thoughts, or some strange observations and feelings. She is actually a sentimental person, and she is not very rebellious as she appears in front of her father. It's not as cheerful as it is in front of my mother.

Whatever she thinks, she usually writes everything in her diary, so she can't lose her diary.

Moreover, the essays she writes are also the best in the grade, and the teachers often use her essays as model essays and read them to their classmates.

At that time, her classmates would cast envious eyes at her and praise her vigorously. At that time, Yan Songsong felt that no matter how much he paid, he was happy.

Hey, it's so comfortable on the bed! Yan Songsong was lying on his bed in a large shape at the moment, pressing his face tightly against the sheets, closing his eyes with a look of satisfaction.

Pale blue beach sheets with pale blue pillows of the same colour. There was still some fragrance in her hair on the pillow, which was her favorite pattern.

There are also star illustrations of the Four Heavenly Kings pasted on the walls, and origami wind chimes are gently blown by the wind, making a slight and nice sound. These are her golden childhood memories.

Now that she is back here again, her heart is still hot.

I don't know if Lin Meiru and her husband are in the room, busy with big monsters fighting small monsters, or busy building bases. In short, when Lin Meiru came out of the room, her expression was almost the same as usual, and the swelling on her face seemed to have disappeared a lot.

There was nothing unusual about her face except for a little more crimson.

It seems that Yan Changqing is very good at coaxing his wife.

Hearing the sound of the room opening the door, Yan Songsong immediately jumped out of bed and ran downstairs.

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"I'm sorry, Colonel, I couldn't complete your mission. That female classmate was discharged from the hospital at noon, it's useless Gu Le, can you punish me?" Gu Le said extremely worriedly, and the moment he lowered his head, he secretly glanced at the cold man in front of him.

Gu Lecai had not been transferred to Leng Zhuo as a service soldier for a long time, so he couldn't figure out his temper.

Seeing such an expression on his face, Gu Le's heart couldn't help but be nervous to death.

And Leng Zhuo sat there, his body straight, like a javelin. When his gaze looked at Gu Le, Gu Jing was silent, although he did not show any dissatisfaction, but people felt an invisible sense of pressure at a glance.