Song Chuchu and Sang Yu went to grab a seat at two o'clock, and the positions in the front row were already occupied. Come a little later, and it is estimated that the middle position is gone.

At around 2:40, a group of people walked in around a man in his thirties. There was thunderous applause in the large classroom, and everyone looked at the man with excitement on their faces. Song Chu didn't know what Mott looked like, but seeing the reactions of the people around her, she guessed that this man in his thirties was Mott without a doubt.

In the eye, it is a pure oriental face. He is very tall, wearing a long black trench coat, with a vicissitudes of face but bright eyes. He has long hair that is full of artistry. He stood on the stage and raised his eyes to scan the circle of classmates in the audience. The students around him who arranged the lecture were enthusiastically introducing him, but he didn't say a word, and looked down at the students in the classroom with some pride.

Song Chuchu glanced at Mott silently, lowered his head and texted Yan Qian: How long will it take for you to arrive? I think this Mott has a good temper, you be careful of being late and scolded.

Yan Qian quickly replied: There is a traffic jam here, and I don't know when I can pass, I must be late. Does Mr. Mott look fierce? At the end, he also sent a series of worried expressions.

Song Chu typed quickly: It looks very proud, you ask for more blessings. Another string of prayer emojis.

Yan Qian replied: Artists are very proud. The car moved, and I estimate it will be there in fifteen minutes.

Song didn't reply at the beginning of the year, picked up his mobile phone and took a photo of Mott on the stage, and posted it to Moments.

The microphone rang twice, Mott began to introduce himself, and the lecture officially began. Mott treated them with his chin all the time, very arrogantly.

Song Chuchu couldn't arouse any interest after listening to two sentences, so he bowed his head and chatted with Zhou Xiyu. was chatting, the lecture on the stage was suddenly interrupted, and Yan Qian's small melon seed face appeared behind the door of the lecture hall, and her voice said softly: "I'm sorry, I'm late." ”

Song Chuchu was about to beckon Yan Qian over, but he heard Mott say angrily: "My class is never allowed to be late. ”

was reprimanded in front of more than 100 people, Yan Qian's face suddenly turned red: "I'm really sorry sir, I was stuck in traffic on the road." Please give me a chance, I love your work. ”

Yan Qian said very sincerely, but Mott suddenly became angry, and slammed the microphone in his hand and scolded Yan Qian: "Can you still be late for a photographer you like?!" Don't defile me with your cheap liking! ”

For a young, thin-skinned girl, that's too much. Yan Qian stood outside the door, her face was very red, and there was a layer of tears in her eyes. Under the gaze of more than a hundred people, it was extremely pitiful. The people who participated in the lecture were all playing photography together, and today Yan Qian made a fool of herself in public, and it is estimated that she will not have the courage to face such a companion in the future.

Mott was not enough, seeing Yan Qian standing at the door, he stepped forward and closed the door with a "bang", not caring whether he would bump into Yan Qian.

Song Chuchu sat there with his hand in his hand, his mobile phone was receiving messages, and it kept vibrating. All she could think of was the tearful eyes of Yan Qian before closing the door.

When she was about thirteen years old, Zhao Zhilin took Song Chu to the ancestral house of the Song family to see Song Yanheng's grandfather.

An old man over seventy years old, full of silver hair but full of energy, his eyes were not cloudy at all, and they were as bright as knives.

At that time, Song Chu was not as fearless as he is now. At that time, she looked at Song Lao, and she didn't dare to come out.

Zhao Zhilin asked her to call Grandpa Song. Song Chu was silent for a long time, and just as he wanted to speak, he heard Song Lao snort coldly: "Other people's seeds, I can't afford to be her grandfather." The door of my Song family is not so easy to enter. ”

After speaking, Song Lao turned around and left, leaving Zhao Zhilin and Song Chu in the cold and windy courtyard. Little Song Chu looked at the back with a straight back, and the cowardly and respectful "grandpa" was held in her throat, becoming an indescribable ugly scar for her, which kept reminding her of the grievances and cold treatment she received in the Song family. Let her know what inferiority is at a young age, and begin to cover up her inferiority complex with self-reliance and loneliness.

What happened to her who was left behind behind the door? Oh, it's Song Yanheng. Song Yanheng, who arrived later, saw her and said to her lightly: "Come in." Then Song followed Song Yanheng into the rented house at the beginning of the year.

Yan Qian outside the door is very similar to the beginning of the Song Dynasty that year.

Song Chu picked up his bag and got up from his seat. Mott, who had a gloomy face, saw this scene, and his face completely dropped: "What are you going to do in my class, this classmate?!" ”

Song Chu's voice was very calm: "Go and appease a poor girl who has been hurt by a proud and cold-blooded person." ”

"Are you scolding me for being proud and cold-blooded?!" Mott was furious.

Song Chu met Mott's gaze and replied, "Obviously. ”

Mott angrily lost his language function, pointed to Song Chu's chest for a long time, and said to the students in the front row: "I want to see your principal, I want to see, how can there be such a student in the dignified Y University!" ”

"I don't know how the dignified Y University would invite you, sir, to teach me such a student in class." Song Chu had a clear mind to fight back.

Song Chu opened the door, Yan Qian was still at the door, she was a little surprised to see Song Chu, and there was still a little worry and gratitude in her eyes. Apparently she heard it all at the door. Song Chu took Yan Qian's hand and left the lecture hall without looking back.

Winters in City C are cold early. In November, you can wear a down jacket. Song Chu walked in the cold wind, and the past events that made her sad and indignant in her mind were scattered a lot, and some of them felt that their feelings were a little out of control.

glanced at Yan Qian, but the girl still didn't say a word.

"The students of our school must be very disappointed in Mott, no one expected him to be such a person, blind that you liked his work for so long. Don't be sad, go back to your dorm room and you'll have nothing to do. ”

Yan Qian, a girl who has half-stepped into society, is often wronged, so she quickly recovered, just looked at Song Chuchu worriedly, and said, "But if you quarrel with Mott, the school will definitely punish you." ”

Song Chu grinned, and a delicate and gentle girl was stunned to bring out a little coldness: "Then it's fine." ”

The Song family doesn't care what grievances she has lost, but if Song Chu is punished, even if she is in politics, she won't be able to go far, isn't that a slap in the face of the Song family?

Song Yanheng was asking Shen Xiaoan about the investment budget, and Shen Xiaoan's mobile phone rang. Song Yanheng frowned: "Isn't it a basic requirement for an employee to mute the mobile phone during working hours?" ”

Shen Xiaoan hurriedly took out his mobile phone: "Mr. Song, this mobile phone is the mobile phone you gave me to deal with Miss Song's private affairs, you said that you want to keep the ring mode for 24 hours, I dare not listen." ”

"I forgot, you can pick it up." Song Yanheng closed the above jiàn, leaned back in the chair and rubbed his forehead tiredly.

Song Yunmao was reluctant to take care of the trivial matters at the beginning of the Song Dynasty, and it was inconvenient for Zhao Zhilin to come forward. Every time Song Chu got into trouble, it made the Song family restless for a while. Song Yanheng couldn't stand it anymore, so he took over the mess at the beginning of the Song Dynasty.

Song Chu was young and vigorous, and she was still in school, she couldn't provoke big things, but small things kept coming. Therefore, Song Yanheng deliberately included the phone number of the person who could notify him in time after the beginning of the Song Dynasty caused trouble, put it in a special mobile phone, and handed it over to Shen Xiaoan for safekeeping.

In the past six months, Song has been wandering around the field at the beginning of the year, and there is nothing wrong with her in C City, so the mobile phone has not rang for more than half a year, and Song Yanheng has almost forgotten its storage.

On the table, his own mobile phone lay there quietly. Shen Xiaoan brought him a cup of coffee when he came in, he took advantage of the coffee to look at his phone, and clicked on the news of Song Chuchu prompted by the system.

Now at the beginning of the Song Dynasty, he should listen to the lecture honestly. Why did it happen again?

He actually doesn't know what to say about his sister. At the beginning of the Song Dynasty, this person was not noisy, but her fate was too noisy.

"What kind of big deal is this that deserves to let me inform Mr. Song? Shen Xiaoan raised his voice, "The leader began to criticize as if he was teaching his subordinates, "Miss Song is usually at home, and we Song are always baby pets, and no one in the entire C City has made her angry." A broken teacher makes Miss Song unhappy, and if you don't ask us to settle things, you dare to let the school punish Miss Rong?! Fortunately, I answered the call, if our Mr. Song heard the news, now your principal will receive a transfer notice! ”

Song Yanheng opened his eyes and raised his eyebrows to glance at this assistant who had been by his side for more than three years, and for the first time he found that this calm and gentle graduate student who came back from a famous foreign university sang so well in blackface.

Shen Xiaoan came back with his mobile phone, looked at Song Yanheng, who seemed to be smiling, and explained embarrassedly: "Mr. Song, aren't I a fox and a fake tiger, you see that as your assistant for so many years, why do you use a privilege to enjoy it?" ”

"Don't you take it as an example," Song Yanheng retracted his gaze and asked, "What's wrong?" ”

"It was said that when Miss Song was listening to the class today, I don't know why she quarreled with the teacher. The school asked the school to punish Miss Song. I've had people stop me. ”

"Hmm." Song Yanheng responded lightly, and opened the text again, obviously indicating that this matter was over. Shen Xiaoan also had a good eye to stuff the phone back into his pocket and continued to talk about the problem of fund estimation.

At the beginning of the year, Song stayed in a coffee shop until ten o'clock before returning home, and found a particularly familiar car parked in front of the building. She walked to the window and knocked on it, and the window was lowered, revealing a handsome face.

"What are you doing here? Why don't you go up? "Song Chuchu's house is a combination lock, and Song Yanheng knows the password.

"You're not as comfortable in your house as I am in my car."

Song Chu was angry: "Then you can stay here." ”

Although Song Chu's nest is not big, the furniture is all carefully selected by her, and the layout is also adjusted by her over and over again. In her heart, her nest is much better than the Song family's courtyard of more than 300 square meters.

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