It takes courage for a man in his thirties to apologize to a girl in her early twenties. It seems to outsiders that no matter how Mott offended Song Chu, Song Chu, a junior, can't let his seniors apologize in public.

In an instant, the beginning of the Song Dynasty became the target of etiquette.

Song Yanheng frowned, and said calmly to Mott before Song Chu could speak: "What I just said at the beginning of the year is not Mr. Mott. If it hadn't been for the sudden change in her friend, she would have forgotten about it at the beginning of the year. Speaking of that change, Mr. Mott also has an unshirkable responsibility. That little girl was thin-skinned, and she hadn't spoken a word to anyone for several days after being humiliated in public, Mr. Mott. Now she is becoming more and more autistic, and at the beginning of the year, as her friend, she had already helped her contact a psychiatrist. If Mr. Mott really wants to apologize, I can give you the address of the mental hospital where the little girl is being treated. ”

A remark instantly tore apart Mott's hypocritical disguise, and at the same time shaped Song Chu into a good student who cares for his classmates and does not hold grudges.

Song Chu, who listened to it, stared at Song Yanheng with wide eyes and stunned, and forgot to fight back at Mott.

When did Yan Qian get strict enough to be a psychiatrist? The little girl was still jumping yesterday to go to the suburbs of the city to shoot in the West Mountain, and she couldn't be more lively.

After Song Yanheng finished speaking, he pulled Song Chuchu and left. Song Chu was like a bomb here at the beginning of the year, and Song Yanheng was really afraid that she would blow it up again. He really couldn't guarantee that he would succeed in extinguishing the fire.

The two of them left the exhibition and stood in front of the square of the exhibition hall. The square is vast and empty, and the landscape flowers are bright and beautiful.

Song Yanheng helped her just now, Song Chu was not as angry as just now, and after calming down, he asked Song Yanheng: "Why did you invite Mott?" ”

"I'm thinking of tricking him into coming and pising on you." Song Yanheng told the truth with a calm face.

Song Chuchu looked at Song Yanheng in disbelief: "Are you too busy with work and over-use your brain to rejuvenate?" ”

"At the beginning of the Song Dynasty, you were so right, I just used your brain circuit to think about it once and you can see it."

"Go to the side," Song Chuchu glanced at Song Yanheng, "I hate him and don't see him, just fight with a hated person, am I not able to get along with him or with myself?" ”

"I haven't seen you for a year, it's not that you haven't grown, and your consciousness has risen a lot, why don't you have this awareness to my father and your mother?"

The expression on Song Chu's face, whether happy or proud, paused after hearing Song Chu's last sentence. When he smiled again, the smile was fake like a mask on his face: "Okay, I see the scenery here is quite good, I'll go around by myself, you can go in." ”

Song Chuchu stepped back as she spoke, her black hair and white clothes fluttering, and in the thin mist, there was a sense of wind and rain in the south of the Yangtze River. What is warm is her smile, and what is sad is the faint sadness in her eyes.

Song Yanheng watched Song Chu wave his hand at him in front of the prosperous sea of flowers, turned around and danced in the wind with long hair, and his slender figure disappeared into the misty square.

Song Yanheng thought that Song Chu was an understanding girl. It's just that in the matter of feelings, Song Chu didn't want to understand. In fact, she is not the only one in this world who does not want to understand?

He, Song Yanheng, standing at the top of the business and knowing that a single flip of his hand can change the national economy, didn't he also see Song Chuchu fleeing quickly, didn't he want to understand the urge in his heart to go over and hug her, why?

Left, though, let's just go on without knowing it.

Song Yanheng picked an emerald bracelet, took a photo and sent it to Song Chu. The green jade is like a pool of blue water condensed there, and the color of the green jade could not be better.

Song Chu was a little helpless: "You gave it to my mother directly." Then when she is old, she will inherit it from Zhao Zhilin.

"You think everyone is so idle, you want to send it yourself." Song Yanheng knew that the first literary girl of the Song Dynasty would not wear this kind of slightly old-fashioned bracelet, and on the one hand, he bought this bracelet because he felt that it was really good and worth collecting. On the other hand, I actually wanted Song Chu to take the opportunity to give it to Zhao Zhilin to ease the stiff relationship between the two.

With such a valuable thing in his hand, Song Chu was too uneasy, and the day after receiving the bracelet, he drove to Song's house.

It wasn't the right time for her to go back. Song Yunmao and Song Yanheng are both at home. Song Yanheng sat on the tea table in front of the floor-to-ceiling window and concentrated on making tea. The soak is Tieguanyin, just boiled water to brew the first bubble. The golden and translucent tea is poured down the ceramic, fat Galeries Lafayette tea pet, and the fragrant tea fragrance fills the room. But Song Yunmao, who was reading the newspaper on the other side, was unmoved.

Zhao Zhilin came out of the kitchen with a plate of bright red watermelons, saw Song Chuchu standing in the living room, and asked unexpectedly: "At the beginning of the year, why did you come here here, what a coincidence, your Uncle Song and your brother are here." ”

When Song Yunmao heard this, he raised his eyes and glanced at Song Chuchu from the top of the newspaper. At the beginning of Song Chu, his long hair was soft and smooth scattered on his shoulders, he was wearing a royal blue coat, black leggings and black boots underneath, a clean face and bright eyes, just like an ordinary college student, Ren Song Yunmao couldn't pick out half of it.

"Uncle Song." Song Chu shouted at the beginning of the year, without the slightest emotion at all, very alienated.

Song Yunmao replied softly, almost inaudible. Although the two have no feelings, because of Zhao Zhilin, they also retain a sense of decency for each other.

"Brother." At the beginning of the Song Dynasty, he was called 'Song Yanheng, Song Yanheng' outside, and when he returned to Song's house, he still had to call Song Yanheng brother.

Song Chu was not afraid that Song Yunmao would be angry. She has seen Song Lao many times in the past seven years since she came to the Song family, but once the "grandfather" has never called Song Lao, so angry that Song Yunmao went home to punish her with the family law, and she has not changed her words.

She just didn't want to embarrass Song Yanheng. In the entire Song family, there is only this "brother" called Song Yanheng, and she is convinced.

Song Yanheng raised his head when he heard this, with a faint smile on his face, cold and cold like a handful of snow.

"Freshly soaked Tieguanyin, do you want to drink some?"

"No, you don't." At the beginning of Song Chu, he was not so blind, and went to Song Yunmao.

"Then come and eat melons." Zhao Zhilin beckoned Song to pass at the beginning of the year.

Watermelon is extremely rare in winter, and Song Chu didn't eat it this summer, but he ate a piece in winter, and it was very sweet. Zhao Zhilin was very happy to see that Song Chu didn't refute her face. The woman in her forties laughs with a charm and is particularly tasteful.

Zhao Zhilin learned to paint when she was young, her ten-fingered slender face was exquisite, and her smile was the same as the beauty in the painting. Women who study art often live a very artistic life. The years have not changed her beauty, nor has it changed her graceful heart. Even though she is now bringing her art into the mall and starting to stagger people's calculations, she can still talk about art elegantly while calmly calculating the gains and losses.

P.S.: 2000+ more every day in the future, I'm sorry little fairies, I really have a lot of things to do every day, and the text is handwritten first and then electronically, because I feel that handwriting has a feeling, and I can write better. Manuscript stock is limited. But I promise I won't break it lightly. Please continue to support the little fairies~