Song Hanzhong drove away.

Mrs. Song took out a thick booklet from the bookshelf, sat down on the sofa slowly, and patted the sofa cushion beside her.

Jumping on the sofa, Wen Yang lay next to the old lady, watching her turn the pages of the booklet.

This is a big photo album that is a bit old.

The whole leather is used elegantly, except for some old ones, there are no stains and mildew on the top, clean and proper.

On the first page of the album, there is a black-and-white photograph with slightly yellowed corners.

In the photo, a young couple is holding their infant child, smiling happily and sweetly. The child's little face was round, and the short chubby fingers were stuffed into his mouth, sucking hard.

On either side of the couple, a thin man and a woman stood.

The man was wearing a suit, revealing a snow-white shirt collar and a tie with diagonal stripes, while the woman was wearing a cheongsam, and her long black hair was coiled into a bun with a hairpin, which was quiet and graceful. Their hands gently rested on the shoulders of the couple, with similar gentle smiles, about fifty or sixty years of age, who looked like the baby's grandparents.

Song Hanzhong's appearance is very similar to the young father in the photo, and his eyebrows are vague with the middle-aged woman wearing a cheongsam.

Wen Yang had a rough idea in his heart.

This should be a family portrait of the Song family.

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But what he didn't expect was that Mrs. Song a few years ago was dressed so carefully.

Looking at the silver-haired old man in front of him wearing a simple cloth coat, and then looking at the middle-aged woman wearing a cheongsam and a thin face in the photo, the only thing that hasn't changed between the two may be that graceful bearing.

The changes of the years have made Wenyang silent.

The old lady continued to flip through the pages of the photo album.

The further back the photo, the more vivid and rich the colors and backgrounds of the photos, there are photos of the old lady and her husband by the bridge with many stone lions, there are also photos of the two holding hands at the gate of Yenching University, and there is even a photo of the two of them standing and squatting, teasing a big cat at their feet by the door of the research institute with a string of numbers as the name.

Flipping back further, Song Hanzhong's photos gradually increased, from the milk baby with a popsicle, to the seven or eight-year-old child with a red scarf, and the appearance of having fun with a group of children in a bumper car.

In the end, this little kid in open crotch pants slowly turned into a young man with a black high square hat and a red tassel hanging from the brim.

There are fewer and fewer photos of Song Hanzhong's parents, and occasionally there is one, which is also in a certain city abroad, with the unique landmark scenery of that city. And the last photo of Mrs. Song is standing alone in front of a white-walled and black-tiled bungalow, with a strip of black cloth pinned to the sleeve of the old man, and a butterfly dog squatting beside him with an innocent expression.

After staring at the last picture for a long time, the old lady stretched out her hand and rubbed it over the room.

The old lady closed the album and let out a long sigh, her voice inaudible.

After a long time, he touched Wen Yang's head lying beside him, and said with relief: "It's still hello, you often come to accompany me, an old woman." ”

I don't know when, Long Mei made a pot of flower tea and put it on the coffee table. There was a plate of refreshments left on the side of the pot.

took a piece of tea and put it in the palm of his hand, Wen Yang took the old lady's hand and swallowed the tea in a few bites.

There was a rumble in the sky, and a downpour fell.

The old lady put down the photo album and cup in her hand, and beckoned Long Mei, who was wiping the handrail of the escalator, to quickly put the clothes on the balcony in.

Long Mei rushed out of the house, and after a while, she ran into the house with a thick coat in her arms, a wisp of wet bangs stuck to her forehead, and she complained breathlessly: "Today's clothes are white, and tomorrow I have to wash and re-dry." ”

The old lady didn't know whether to respond to Sister Long's words, or to herself: "A layer of autumn rain and a layer of cold, the day after tomorrow will be colder and colder." ”

Looking intently at the cover of the large thick album on the coffee table, listening to the sound of pouring rain outside the window, the long-tense atmosphere of drug research and development gradually dissipated, Wen Yang half-squinted, and spent a peaceful and indifferent afternoon.

Perhaps it was because of Wenyang's company of the old lady, Sister Long, who had never given him a good look, actually served him a big bone alone at dinner.

Of course, this does not rule out the effect that Song Hanzhong specially called over to tell him.

Wen Yang answered a phone call when he saw the little nanny cooking, and kept nodding while talking about the phone, it is estimated that Song Hanzhong remembered that he didn't eat dog food, so he specially told Long Mei.

After eating, the old lady turned on the TV and began to watch the weather forecast and news broadcasts.

The weather forecast made Long Mei happy and depressed, happy that the weather would be fine in the next few days, and depressed, a cold air went south. Muttering things like "The winter here is wet and cold, and I have to dry my clothes again", Long Mei squeezed on the other side of the sofa and watched the news with the old lady with relish.

I haven't watched the news broadcast for a long time, Wen Yang looked at the two familiar hosts, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart: When I went back to a few years ago, everything changed, but the news broadcast didn't change.

It wasn't until the next day that he saw Da Bai Erbai who came to eat that Wen Yang suddenly realized that autumn was really cold.

Erbai looked better, came from the grove, and got some mud on his paws, maybe Dabai is a dog, not as clean as cats, and his body is stained with a lot of wet fine grass blades, and his four paws are also blackened by the wet mud after the rain.

After eating, a cat and a dog went against the habit of looking for a shaded place to lie down in summer, and went to the sunny open space next to the dog kennel. Nan Nan poked out half of her head from the nest, looked around with sleepy eyes, retracted her head, and continued to sleep.

Looking at the thick hair on his body, and then at the not-so-dense hair on Da Bai and Erbai, Wen Yang suddenly thought of what the weather forecast said, and there would be a stream of cold air going south in a few days. People can dress when it's cold, he himself is a breed of sled dog, and he is naturally not afraid of the cold, but as a Chinese pastoral cat and a Chinese pastoral dog, can this fur help them survive the colder and colder months?

Thinking of this problem, Wen Yang suddenly found that he didn't know how the two brothers survived the summer of either the sun, thundershowers, and mosquitoes at night.

Looking at the two brothers who were huddled into a pile of eating and basking in the sun, Wen Yang felt sad and self-blamed for no reason.

My strength is still too small, I thought it solved the problem of eating for the brothers, but I didn't expect that the word "food and clothing" and the "warmth" of the temperature were not solved by the brothers.

It just so happens that I want to stay in the Song family for a while, so it is better to find a way to help Da Bai and Er Bai solve this cold problem, and if it is windy and rainy in the future, I will worry about it.

Afraid that the old lady would find out that she was suddenly gone, Wen Yang lay on the balcony, specially waited for the old lady to take a nap, and then got out of the small door of the courtyard.

As soon as I got out of the community, a long-lost sense of freedom came to my face.

It's spicy!

The air is spicy and fresh!

The road is also spicy and open!

After all, it just rained the day before, and the ground is always a little damp, but there are basically no water stains on the road, and the rain washes the road surface very clean. With one or two leaves fluttering and falling overhead, it is called an autumn high, refreshing and pleasant, and it also makes a horse to kill a chicken with eyes.

However, enjoying the beautiful scenery and breathing the free air is not the purpose of Wenyang's outing.

Although he really wanted to run wild to vent the vigorous energy that belonged to the husky in his limbs, he still tried to restrain it, and changed the chaos of the streets into a trot, running around to see if there was anything he needed.

If you rely on Wenyang to make a nest for Da Bai and Erbai to resist the wind and cold, you must at least prepare the following materials: wood, iron wire (preferably the kind of wire wrapped in plastic skin), impermeable plastic cloth or large plastic, metal sheets, old clothes, fabrics, etc.

These things are hard to find, easy to say.

In the downtown area, you will definitely not be able to see the materials you need. But Wenyang knows that anyone who is engaged in interior decoration will always throw some furniture and construction waste out of this way, and maybe there will be something they need.