It was a woman who made the voice, but at the same time it was not a simple woman. The hair is combed, although the color of the clothes is not bright, but it is not monotonous, the upper body is a yellowish woolen jacket, and the lower body is a white skirt, which just matches the fair complexion and slender limbs.

There is a kind of person in the world who will never be burdened by external appearances. Su Qinghe and Mrs. Xiangji are probably such people.

The clothes that are not fancy do not hide her own temperament at all, and she doesn't even need extravagant brands, too much jewelry to elevate them, and she is elegant and noble when she raises her hands, and even the occasional gray hair or two in her hair is like a gift from the years. It's probably related to her own profession, and there's a gentle and friendly aura that lingers all over her body.

At least after seeing Mrs. Ji, Su Qinghe thought so.

Su Qinghe stood up and put the teacup aside. Looking at the person who came, he smiled mildly and shouted, "Mrs. Ji." ”

Mrs. Ji walked down the winding stairs slowly, her hands on the railing, and her eyes looked at the young man at the bottom, her eyebrows and eyes were delicate, and her narrow phoenix eyes were really like the person from many years ago, and they all had the same pair of eyes, like the lake gently blown by the breeze in spring, rippling round and round. The gaze stayed on him for too long, as if he remembered something, and the corners of Mrs. Ji's eyes slightly gifted by the years rose slightly, and the corners of her mouth bent accordingly.

Feeling a gaze fall on his body tightly, although he didn't know why, he looked calm, quiet and let her watch. From her forehead to her chin, her eyes were filled with unknown affection, and finally when she met Su Qinghe's always plain eyes, Mrs. Ji's heart trembled suddenly, and in an instant, her eyes flashed with a crystal light.

When she was about to lose control of the sparkle, Mrs. Ji quickly lowered her head, fell to the ground along the corner of her eyes, and covered her eyes with regret and happiness in her hands, and sighed silently in her heart.

The world is impermanent, but God still has eyes. Ah Lian, if you are still alive and see with your own eyes that your biological son has not only grown up, but also returned to the Tang family, I don't know how happy you will be now.

Thinking of the old man for a while, Mrs. Ji's thoughts were a little far away. It's a pity that the past events of more than ten years ago are like a passing cloud, and they can't be chased after all. Thinking about these past events, they are all things of the old yellow calendar, and I am no longer young now, and now I think of the lively girl who loves to wear white clothes is just a vague shadow, and I can only live in my memory forever.

In the end, a shout pulled back her chaotic thoughts, and Mrs. Ji quickly sorted out the expression on her face, was gentle and decent, and stroked the hair next to her forehead casually.

I don't know if the kid saw it just now. Retracting her thoughts and not thinking about it anymore, Mrs. Ji raised her head again but just saw Su Qinghe's action of getting up, her beautiful eyebrows immediately furrowed, and she hurriedly stopped her: "Sit down, the person who comes is a guest." You kid is too formal, why did you stand up when you saw me coming, could it be that I am a tiger, you are afraid that I will not succeed. "Even though he blamed him like this, he had a smile on his face." Our Ji family doesn't have so many rules. Besides, you are not an outsider, when you come to your aunt, you will treat it as your own home, you don't have to restrain yourself, listen to your aunt, and sit down quickly! As he spoke, his steps did not slow down, and he quickly descended the stairs.

Hearing this, Su Qinghe looked at her with eyes, and replied with a smile on the corner of his mouth: "You are an elder, and I am a junior." No matter how polite you are, aunt. ”

Mrs. Ji went downstairs and instructed the servants who followed, brought a glass of warm water with her own hands, and then approached Su Qinghe. Hearing this, the corners of his eyes narrowed with a smile, obviously satisfied with Su Qinghe's title.

"On this rainy day, the old lady asked you to come here, although you came by car all the way, but seeing that the rain outside was so strong, you couldn't help but get a little rain when you entered the house. I made people add a little honey to this water, and it's still hot, so come, you can drink it while it's hot! Go to the cold, this weather is the most likely to catch a cold. After speaking, his eyes fell on the teacup on the side again, his eyes revealed a touch of helplessness, and he explained to Su Qinghe: "This tea is oolong tea given by others, and your Uncle Ji loves this one the most." So much so that now the whole family is holding a cup of tea, and I can't finish this tea. Unlike your uncle, I don't like his habit the most, and I have to force others to like it if I like it. ”

As he spoke, he asked the servant next to him to clean up the cup of tea that was still steaming and put it quietly. Su Qinghe smiled on his face, the taste of tea in his mouth seemed to linger in his throat, although it was bitter but not astringent, and there was a faint aftertaste of tea between his teeth, it was really a rare cup of tea. In his previous life, when he and Tang Nan were still together, he liked to drink tea the most, oolong tea, green tea, and cloud tea...... I have to try any tea, but unfortunately Tang Nan doesn't like it, and when I see it, he always says that he drinks tea like an old person, so in the end, even he himself gradually stopped drinking it.

"Young people like sweet, spicy, stimulating. Something as bitter and astringent as tea is only liked by older people like us, but you don't like it. Mrs. Ji was talking, but her hands were not idle. She held steaming white honey water in one hand and a white handkerchief in the other.

Su Qinghe took it from her hand, and as soon as her hand was empty, she naturally wiped the tips of Su Qinghe's hair that were wet at some point. I really didn't expect such a situation for a while, Su Qinghe's body stiffened instantly, but he quickly recovered. Let the towel gently stick to the tip of his hair, at this time he was still holding water in his hand, and the bottom of the porcelain cup was tightly attached to the palm of his hand, hot and hot, as if it had been hot from the palm of his hand to his heart. His eyes instantly heated, and Su Qinghe couldn't help but raise his head to look at the soft, compassionate woman's face that was close at hand, but his body unconsciously took a step back.

Neither in his previous life nor in this life, he had never been so close to a woman, even if she was full of tenderness for him. Maybe it's not just tenderness, it's nostalgia for someone she hasn't seen for a long time, because the eyes that look at her are obviously looking at another person through this face.

"Thank you, auntie, but I'd better do it myself!"

The ends of the towels were far away, and Mrs. Ji looked at the handsome young man in front of her, and suddenly laughed.

"I'm still shy at a young age, your aunt and me! I don't know how many half-grown kids like you have seen in the hospital, but I have seen a lot of shirtless arms. Okay, I'm not going to talk about it, I see you're uncomfortable. Then do it yourself! Hmmm"

Su Qinghe was really uncomfortable at this time, he had little experience in getting along with women in both lives, and in the face of the obvious jokes of the elders to the juniors, Su Qinghe didn't know how to react for a while. I could only stiffen my face, stand awkwardly with my hands and feet, and take the stiff movement of the handkerchief.

It was Mrs. Ji's conscience that found out, and she withdrew the joke on her face and looked serious.

"Since you are Ah Lian's son, you should call me Aunt Sheng, but you are the second son of the Tang family, Tang Nan's younger brother, this title is very messy. Then you just call me Aunt Sheng like Tang Nan, how about I call you Aqing? Mrs. Ji said familiarly, extremely affectionate to Su Qinghe. Without waiting for him to answer, he asked again: "By the way, Ah Qing, the old lady's body is okay these days, last time your Uncle Ji prescribed some medicine and said that he would send it over in a few days, but I didn't expect you to come today." ”

Changing back to a normal tone, Su Qinghe's face relaxed, and replied: "Grandma's health is fine, but the prescribed medicine has been eaten, and there are many things in Uncle Ji's hospital at this time, so it is better for me to come over than everyone to trouble, anyway, I stay at home these days and have nothing to do." ”

Tang family

It was getting dark, and the rain, which had been raining all day, was finally stopping. The uneven low-lying part of the road crossing has accumulated puddles one after another. As soon as the tires were crushed, the muddy water climbed up.

It was obviously a study, with neat rows of books lined up on the shelves. Half-arched windows, pale blue wavy curtains dragged on light brown wooden panels. Mrs. Tang sat on a fuchsia mahogany chair, her eyes drooping darkly, and Sister Ying stood beside her. It was very quiet in the study, so the sound of the car tires rubbing against the gravel came clearly from the window, and almost at the same time as the sound appeared, the eyes that were still closed just now immediately opened, and a glimmer of light flashed in the cloudy eyes.