She walked towards Song Chu, her white skirt entwined. It's like a character out of a painting.

Song Chu sighed at the beginning of the year, this temperament is comparable to the ancient royal family and nobles.

She walked up to Song Chu and thanked her. "Chanting is naughty, and every time we have a concert, he always likes to go out and play."

Because I saw that Song Chu was an Oriental, and Su Chanting just now was also in Chinese. So she also used Chinese.

The mind is light and delicate.

"I like Su Chan a lot."

When Su Yu heard this, he smiled happily at Song Chu.

"Thank you for liking him, and thank you for your flowers," she smiled, her eyes flashing, as if she suddenly remembered something, "I was thinking, what to send you as a thank you." I just drew a picture, if you don't dislike it, I'll give it to you. ”

She hurriedly picked up a painting on the table. It was painted in Chinese ink, but the colors were very bright, and only a small flower was depicted. There's nothing to draw at all, but it's beautiful.

It's nice for ordinary people to be able to draw so beautifully. Song Chuchu just wanted to praise a few words, and his eyes swept to the signature of the place where the payment was made.

――Jane.sue。

Su Jian.

At the beginning of the Song Dynasty, he knew that some people, taking English names, were taken according to Chinese pronunciation. For example, she, Chula, takes the first word.

Su Jian. Song Chu looked at the elf-shaped person in front of him and felt that this simple name was not suitable for her.

"May I take the liberty of asking, what is your Chinese name?"

Jane was a little surprised. She thought Song Chu was her fan. But she didn't feel embarrassed. She originally specialized in piano and didn't sing much. Some people don't know her, and it's nothing.

She said her name crisply: "Su Jiangjin." ”

Song Chu was stunned for a moment, and suddenly remembered a sentence - there are some people in this world. Entangled, entangled, entangled, in the end, they still have to gather in one place.

Su Jiangjin. Song Yunmao's ex-wife and Song Yanheng's mother.

Song Chu forgot what excuse he had found.

Snow fell outside, and white feathers fluttered in the sky, and under the light, it was crystal clear.

At the beginning of the Song year, he suddenly remembered last winter. That snow at the airport.

She quarreled with Song Yanheng, Song Yanheng went abroad on a business trip, and she thought he was leaving again. Run to the airport.

The airport is empty, only snowy. Then, when she saw him, her heart suddenly brightened.

Song Chu stretched out his hand. Pick up a snowflake. Snowflakes fell on her warm palms. It soon turned into water droplets.

Song Chuchu looked at the water stain and whispered: "Song Yanheng, what should I do?" ”

What am I going to do? I met your mother. It was a very beautiful girl, yes, a girl. She smiled so beautifully that it made people want to see all the beauty of the world in front of her.

But she abandoned you, and she had a very lovely child. It was really a very cute child, and people couldn't help but want to rub his little furry head all the time.

I do not know. Should I let you meet her? Knowing that you love her, I am afraid that you will be sad.

The snowflakes are fine. Fell all over the place. At the beginning of the Song Dynasty, the black hair was light and white. When she got home, she didn't shoot the snow, and when the snowflakes met the heating, they turned into water.

At the beginning of the Song Dynasty, he walked to the balcony, and on the coast, the lights were bright and prosperous.

Song Chuchu's heart was in chaos. She walked over to the wine cabinet, opened a bottle of whiskey, and poured half a glass.

I didn't mix soda, half a glass of whiskey, and my throat was burning.

Putting down the cup, Song Chu felt drunk.

Without changing clothes, or even washing his face and brushing his teeth, Song Chu slept on the sofa all night.

When I woke up the next day, it was very bright. After a hangover, a splitting headache. Song Chu ran to the bathroom to take a shower, didn't eat breakfast, took a book and went to school.

When listening to the class, Song Chu felt that his nose was a little blocked, like a cold. She didn't take it seriously.

When Song Chu was a child, his stomach was not very good, and he was prone to vomiting when he took medicine. When I was young, I developed the habit of not liking to take medicine.

Therefore, even if she sensed a cold, she did not take medicine. Anyway, it's best to survive a small cold.

When eating with Zhou Xiyu, Jiang Huainan, and Sheng Yuan in the evening, Zhou Xiyu noticed that Song Chu's voice was a little heavy, and thoughtfully chased Song Chu's house and helped Song Chuchu boil ginger soup.

The aroma of ginger soup fills the restaurant. Zhou Xiyu gave Song Nian a bowl and put it on the table, ready to see Song Nian drink it.

However, Zhou Xiyu's little fiancé was impatient. He still has something to do over there, and he can't afford to delay too long.

Jiang Huainan came to the restaurant to urge Zhou Xiyu.

Zhou Xiyu put down the spoon in a panic and said to Song Chu: "Drink it yourself, I'm leaving." If you don't use it, you can buy some medicine. I'm leaving, bye-bye. ”

Before he could finish speaking, the man had already left the room.

Song Chu sat at the dining table, looking at the steaming bowl of ginger soup, and in the end, he still failed Zhou Xiyu's kindness.

She dug out the medicine from her room, which she didn't know when, poured herself half a glass of wine, and sent the medicine down with wine.

Song Chu was willful and didn't take his body seriously. After drinking heavily for three or four days, a small cold became a severe cold. Then it became a high fever again.

In the middle of the night, Song Chu burned uncomfortably. She was awakened by thirst. In the dark room, Song Chu touched the wall and walked to the kitchen.

I didn't have any strength in my body, and I couldn't wait to boil water, so I took a bottle of cold water from the refrigerator and poured it down.

My body shivered with cold, and my mind became more blurry.

At this time, the past passed through her brain. Those dark and heavy past events crushed her heart over and over again.

The place where Song Chuchu's heart was the deepest, Song Yanheng had always been there. The way he last left. He made her a table of dishes, he boiled her a thick ginger soup, he watched her finish eating, he comforted her over and over again, and then left alone.

Song Chu really wanted to cross the present and hug him in the past.

She didn't want him to go, in this night when there was no one around, her thoughts were like a tide, and Song Nianchu's heart was about to break.

At the beginning of the burning delirium, Song Chu touched the phone in the room and broadcast the string of numbers that had been circling in his head.

Song Chu put the cold earpiece to her ear, and the earpiece was quickly warmed by her. She gripped it tightly, like a warm hand.

Soon a familiar voice sounded over there. Her voice after a long absence, called her in a deep voice.

"At the beginning of the year."

In the silent night, this low call, Song Chu's tears broke in an instant.

She was never a strong person, never was.

Song Chuchu said all the words in his heart, those soft and fragile, in this silent night.

She said, "I want to see you, Song Yanheng." (To be continued.) )