"Is that you?" Opening the door, Ai Zheming looked at each other suspiciously.

"You don't mind if I come and sit down, do you?" Song Bingran stood at the door with a few dishes and a few moon cakes, and smiled kindly. He had been wandering around the company for almost an afternoon, and finally couldn't resist stopping to take a look.

"Come in, please." Ai Zheming immediately dodged away and invited the other party, but he didn't understand why the other party came to him at this time.

"Haven't eaten yet?" Song Bingran walked in and found that the room was very clean and did not have any peculiar smell.

"Nope." Ai Zheming smiled shyly. He saw that Song Bingran was holding something in his hand, so he hurriedly moved the small table he usually used for eating.

"My wife died a few years ago, and my son went to study abroad, so I was left alone for the holidays, and when I saw the light in your room on, I rushed here, and I happened to have a companion." Song Bingran lowered his head and spoke while laying out the dishes.

"Thank you." Ai Zheming smiled. Although he knew it in his heart, he was still a little reserved, because the elegant gentleman opposite him was the chairman of their company.

"Come, eat the vegetables." Song Bingran was enthusiastic, but he seemed to be the master here.

"Hmm." Ai Zheming nodded, and put a small piece of fish meat in his mouth, which was smooth and tender, and it was particularly delicious.

"Actually, we've seen each other for a long time." In order to shorten the distance between each other, Song Bingran began to look for topics.

Ai Zheming didn't remember this incident, and looked at the other party with some embarrassment.

"Do you remember someone asking for the painting you put in the Rings Gallery?" Song Bingran asked with a smile.

"Is that you?" Ai Zheming's eyes widened, but he didn't expect it to be him.

"Yes, that person is me." When Song Bingran spoke, his eyes were full of gentle light.

"How do you know I'm the author of that painting?" Ai Zheming remembers that the buyers admired his paintings very much, saying that the price was up to them. It's just that the meaning of this painting is special, otherwise he would be willing to give it to the other party.

"Because you ran out of the Tree-Ring Gallery and hit me." Song Bingran smiled.

"I was a bit reckless." Ai Zheming scratched his head a little embarrassed.

"It's okay." Song Bingran found that Ai Zheming, like his mother, loved fish.

"You don't blame me for not selling that painting to you, do you?" Ai Zheming asked tentatively and cautiously.

"Of course not." Song Bingran was stunned when he heard this, and then laughed.

"The figure in that painting is my sister, and she has loved me very much since I was a child, so it was a birthday present I was going to give to my sister." Ai Zheming explained softly. Speaking of his sister, his eyes were obviously much brighter.

"Your sister will love it very much." Song Bingran felt that Ai Zheming was very polite and his heart was also very bright, and he was immediately relieved.

"Thank you! If you like it, I'll draw another one for you another day. Ai Zheming smiled. He likes Song Bingran very much, and he can always see something similar to warmth in the other party's eyes.

"Can you give me this painting?" Song Bingran happened to catch a glimpse of the painting by the window, so he asked.

Ai Zheming's painting has very thick lines, but the artistic conception is very beautiful, and the emotions revealed are extremely abundant, and the warmth is almost melting people's hearts. It's just that when the painting is made, the author is looking at the moon alone, which gives people a sense of sadness in tears.

Now, Song Bingran finally understood why Ai Zheming's eyes were red when he came in. Ai Zheming is yearning for harmony and happiness when the family is together, what a simple and extravagant idea. Thinking of this, Song Bingran's nose couldn't help but sour.

"Okay." Ai Zheming nodded and agreed, which was regarded as a thank you to Song Bingran for accompanying him for the holiday, allowing him to enjoy the feeling of being accompanied by his elders once.

"Have you thought about how to develop in the future?" Song Bingran asked with a solemn smile.

"Huh?" Ai Zheming didn't understand what the other party meant, and opened his eyes suspiciously.

"Your talent for drawing is going to be wasted like this?" Song Bingran asked.

"I can't always live on other people's handouts, painting is a hobby." Ai Zheming smiled, but this smile contained too much helplessness and unwillingness.

Song Bingran nodded, noncommittal.

……

The two chatted until late, and they talked a lot of interesting things, almost becoming New Year's friends.

But from beginning to end, Song Bingran did not ask about Ai Zheming's life experience. And Ai Zhemingxin is also grateful to Song Bingran for his penetrating kindness-

Ling Qingfeng's house.

"Old beauty, what are you happy about? Who did you call just now? Ling Qingya walked downstairs, just in time to see her mother hang up the phone, and the joy on her face was pale.

"Want to know, please?" Mu Lanyin shook her head, very happy, leaned back comfortably on the sofa, picked up the snack in front of her and ate it.

"Look at your Sichun look, who else can there be? Eat less, lest my dad come back and not recognize you. Ling Qingya shook her head slightly, and her mouth made a "tsk" sound, with a disdainful expression.

"No politeness, I'm your mother." Mu Lanyin put down the snack in her hand and sat upright, reprimanding without any power.

"Oh my God, isn't it time for you to force me to call you beautiful? Now I know you're my mom. Ling Qingya glanced at her mother, poured a glass of water and prepared to go upstairs.

"It's still my daughter-in-law who is educated, anyway, my daughter has to give it to others sooner or later, hey, so be it." Mu Lanyin didn't want to stay alone in the huge living room on this full moon night, so she deliberately talked to herself loudly.

Sure enough, as soon as Ling Qingya heard this, she stopped going upstairs and came to the sofa to sit down.

"Your daughter-in-law? Tang Jingjing? The call she made? What did you say? Ling Qingya asked several questions in a row. Her big eyes flickered and were so cute.

"That's right." Mu Lanyin said triumphantly.

"Old beauty, no, beauty, your skin seems to be much more delicate." Ling Qingya said flatteringly. She is also very concerned about her brother's situation in the past few days, but she has sent an unknown number of messages, but the other party just doesn't reply, it seems that her brother must be happy.

"That's pretty much it." Mu Lanyin said happily.

"Tell me? What did my future sister-in-law say? Ling Qingya leaned back comfortably, looking like she was listening.

"In the past few days, your brother has traveled all over your sister-in-law's relatives' houses,......" Mu Lanyin rarely did not correct Ling Qingya's words "future sister-in-law", but expanded the content of her son's phone call several times with a lot of color.

"Didn't you say it was my sister-in-law calling?" Ling Qingya returned to the point of the question.

"I'm not about to say it." Mu Lanyin said weakly, she seemed to have really digressed just now.

Ling Qingya chuckled, didn't say anything, and waited to hear what was going on.

"Your sister-in-law called and said that she would come to see me at home when she came back......" Mu Lanyin said happily. She can feel that her son is happy now.

"Really? You'll have to be prepared. Ling Qingya was also very happy when she heard it, it seemed that the two of them got along well.

"Why do you think you're more anxious than me?" Mu Lanyin said with a smile.

"That's it." Ling Qingya said as a matter of course.

……

For the first time, the two talked for so long without fighting.

"Actually, I know you want me to accompany you." Before going upstairs, Ling Qingya left such a sentence.

Mu Lanyin was stunned at the moment, and her heart was warm. My daughter has really grown up, and she is no longer the little girl who only knows how to be spoiled.

The next day, the sixteenth day of the eighth month of the lunar calendar, without the hustle and bustle of the festival, the world seemed to suddenly be quiet.

When I woke up in the morning, it was drizzling and the air smelled of earth. Therefore, Tang Jingjing's original game scheduled for today was canceled. But everyone doesn't seem to have any regrets, because they can stay at home and talk together.

Tang Leping led Ling Qingfeng around his study. This study was originally used by Tang Jingjing when she was a child. Later, it was used by Tang Leping to collect drama souvenirs, and he would come here every day to rub and rub.

Entering this small hut, Ling Qingfeng deeply felt Tang Leping's love for drama.

"This is the souvenir I brought back from the last time I went to Yanjing at the Mei Lanfang Grand Theater." Tang Leping gently opened a small box, which contained a set of simulated classic Peking Opera character models.

"Where's this?" Ling Qingfeng found a costume, the workmanship was very ordinary, it seemed that it should have been very long, but it was well preserved.

"When I was young, I liked to listen to operas, and I was poor at that time, so I saved money and would run to the theater when I saved money. After a long time, the owner of the theater saw that I was a child, so he often let me in through the back door and taught me to sing. It's just that later, the theater was doing badly, and the boss gave me this costume, because of this, I was beaten when I returned home......" Tang Leping's eyes flashed with memories of the past.

Ling Qingfeng listened silently, feeling the old man's happiness and sadness at that time.

"Now it's okay, singing is no longer a shameful thing, and many parents will send their children to study." Tang Leping sighed with relief.

"yes." Ling Qingfeng said softly.

……

In another room, Tang Jingjing and her mother chatted with each other.

"Qingfeng, this child is good, mom respects your wishes." Hui Jinxue took her daughter's hand and said softly.

"Thank you, Mom." Tang Jingjing looked into her mother's eyes and said softly.

"Silly boy, thank you." Hui Jinxue smiled and gently stroked her daughter's head.

"I thought you would be upset." Tang Jingjing expressed the worries in her heart.

"At first, it was a little, but after contact, I found that Qingfeng's child is really good, and my mother is relieved." Hui Jinxue chuckled.

When Tang Jingjing heard this, she threw herself into her mother's arms, warm.

"In the future, keep your hair up, so that you will be more beautiful when you get married." Hui Jinxue stroked her daughter's short hair and said.

"Mom, we don't plan to get married yet." Tang Jingjing didn't look up, and protested embarrassedly in her mother's arms.

"Mom can see that Qingfeng really likes you, and it will be a matter of time before you get married." Hui Jinxue's tone was extremely soft, as if the voice was floating from a distance.