84_84047Yang Zixuan didn't particularly want to buy anything, she visited several stores in turn, her hands were still empty, she felt that she was just passing the time, and she didn't pay special attention to looking at things.

Whenever her eyes stay in front of a certain jewelry for a few more seconds, the shopping guide will enthusiastically introduce and recommend her, but Yang Zixuan listens to it but does not let it go, until a pair of ring dogs fall under her eyes.

She looked at it for longer than any of the previous ones, and not only the shopping guide, but even Song Zitian could see the love from her eyes.

"Miss can try it on if she likes, this is a limited edition just launched by our brand, there are only 100 pairs in the world, which means a hundred years of good matching." Any opportunity that can lead to a deal is not missed by a shopping guide.

Yang Zixuan looked at it twice, and finally retracted it, shaking her head, in her current situation, it was too early to buy a wedding ring.

"Take it out and we'll see." As she was about to leave, Song Zi leaned in.

Yang Zixuan paused to look at him, a little puzzled.

"I also think it's good, you can try it, and if it's suitable, buy it, it just so happens that we don't have a wedding ring." Song Zitian took advantage of the situation to hold her hand.

It seemed to her that there was nothing to be said about it, but it seemed to him that she was sure that she would finally step into the auditorium with him.

This innate self-confidence is really beyond the reach of ordinary people.

The shopper who exudes joy from the inside out is the guide, when even if he takes out the ring and offers it with both hands, lest they regret it later.

Taking out the women's model, Song Zitian raised her hand and put it on for her personally.

"Just the right size." A faint smile appeared on Song Zitian's face and asked her, "Do you like it?"

Yang Zixuan stared at her ring finger, which had been empty for more than 20 years, and suddenly there was an extra ring but it was not abrupt at all, as if it was privately customized, simple and generous, and it matched her hand perfectly.

I like it.

Song Zitian didn't have to wait for her to answer, took out the men's model and handed it to her, and by the way, he also stretched out his hand in front of her, with a sentence, "You help me bring it." ”

Yang Zixuan stared at him for a while, and she didn't squirm, but suddenly felt that this scene was like going through the wedding procedure, and the bride and groom exchanged rings.

Her divergent thinking is a bit off-topic.

"Hey, Zi Lean." As soon as she helped him bring the ring, a female voice rang behind them.

The two turned around at the same time, and Song Zi poured out the woman's voice, "Mom, why are you here?" ”

Yang Zixuan was stunned, she was bumped into for the first time, should she be so coincidental?

I don't know what to call each other, call me Auntie? Obviously they are not familiar with each other, called Mrs. Song? Although she has not clearly replied to Song Zitian, with their current relationship, it seems that it is not suitable.

Before she could speak, Song Zitian was pulled aside by her mother, some distance from her, she saw Song Mu looking at her from time to time, they deliberately lowered their voices, she couldn't hear what they were saying, but it was certain that it must be related to her.

Yang Zixuan was suddenly a little nervous, but it was only a little, after all, she and Song Zitian didn't have any feelings, if her mother couldn't accept her, there would be no big loss to separate now.

The conversation between mother and son was indeed about her, but it was something she couldn't have imagined at all.

"She's the girl you told me on the phone?" As soon as Song Mu spoke, she went straight to the point.

"Hmm." Song Zitian replied lightly, and then said, "But what you said, as long as I bring it home, you will accept it, and don't embarrass others later." ”

He had just broken through a small opening, if Song Mu was embarrassed, Yang Zixuan would definitely block this small opening immediately.

"You stinky boy, if you don't bring your girlfriend home sooner, I'm worried about your father, if I hadn't forced you to go on a blind date, would you still be going to hide it from us?" Mother Song raised her hand and twisted his arm.

He hasn't had a girlfriend for so many years, so she is always worried that he is crooked.

"Mom, now is not the time to talk about this, you will scare people like this." Song Zitian turned his head to look at Yang Zixuan, and read her inner thoughts from her expression.

"Oh, yes, I'll teach you a lesson when I go back." Mother Song withdrew her hand and glanced at Yang Zixuan again, and asked, "What's the girl's name?" ”

"Yang Zixuan."

"Yang Zixuan, Zixuan, the name is good, and the person is also beautiful." Mother Song said and raised her feet and walked towards Yang Zixuan.

"Mrs. Song." Yang Zixuan was the first to say hello, polite but not enthusiastic.

This title means that she already thinks that Song Mu will not accept her.

Su Mu was stunned for a moment by her title, then reacted and greeted her with a smile, "It's all a family, it's too much to call it outside, you will be like Zitian in the future, call Mom." ”

Yang Zixuan looked at Song Zitian a little stunned, as if asking him, what is the situation?

As soon as she came up, she called Mom, and she was thundered.

As soon as Mother Song saw her reaction, she knew that her son hadn't really taken down the girl, so she immediately spoke again, "If you are not used to calling it for a while, you can call it aunt or aunt, and Mrs. Song is called by outsiders." ”

The implication is that I treat you as a relative.

Song Zitian gestured to her, Yang Zixuan looked at Song Mu, this change was beyond her imagination, she couldn't react for a while, but she still opened her mouth and shouted, "Auntie." ”

"Huh." Mother Song immediately replied, and then sent out an invitation, "I just found out about you and Zitian, and I didn't prepare any meeting gifts, or you will go home with me later, and I will cook for you." ”

"Auntie, you're too polite." Yang Zixuan smiled, a little flattered and overly shocked.

"Okay, you're welcome, and you're welcome." Mother Song pulled her very familiarly, "I haven't been out to the mall for a long time, I just happened to meet you have a companion, let's go grocery shopping after shopping, and go home for dinner at noon, you can't refuse." ”

Having said this, she was embarrassed to refuse, but right now

"Auntie, wait a minute." Yang Zixuan called Mother Song, who was about to pull her away, "I haven't taken the ring yet." ”

"Don't take it, take it, I'll let her pay for it." It was Song Zitian who spoke.

He meant that he bought this pair of rings.

Yang Zixuan was taken by them like this, suddenly bought a wedding ring, bought clothes and bags, and then moved to the supermarket near their house, fruits, snacks, vegetables, none of them were left behind, and finally they were brought to his house in a daze.

It's all incredible, like a dream.

As soon as she got home, Mother Song handed over the fruit to the maid, asked her to wash and cut it and bring it to the living room, and then took out all the snacks she bought and put them on the coffee table in the living room, so that Yang Zixuan was not polite, she would eat whatever she liked, but don't eat too much, leave some stomach for lunch.

After doing this, she went into the kitchen to prepare lunch, and Yang Zixuan offered to help when she saw this.

Song's mother cooks by herself, and she is not comfortable sitting dry.

"You sit still." Mother Song immediately stopped, "You are the guest I invited back, how can there be any reason to let the guest do it, if you are bored sitting down, let Zi pour the dish for you to see, or let him take you to visit our house, what do you want to do, just call him." Mother Song spoke very well to her, and in a blink of an eye, she was more stern towards Song Zitian, she said, "Hear, I can hand over Zixuan to you, you can accompany me well." ”

Whether it is words or expressions, it can be seen that their mother and son have a good relationship.

"Obey the emperor's decree." Song Zi agreed.

Song's mother went out of the living room with peace of mind and went to the kitchen to prepare lunch, of course, she didn't forget to call Song's father before she started, asking him to come back quickly.

Leaving Yang Zixuan and Song Zitian in vain, somehow the atmosphere suddenly became a little awkward, Yang Zixuan pointed to the direction where Song's mother had just left, and laughed dryly, "That, you~ Mom is so enthusiastic, it's completely different from what I imagined." ”

"What do you think it should be?" Song Zitian answered smoothly.

"What I imagined" Yang Zixuan paused and thought for a while, "Anyway, it's the opposite of her." ”

Song Zi pursed his lips and smiled, and got up to look at her, "Do you want to go out for a walk?" ”

Yang Zixuan nodded and got up.

Song Zitian first took her to visit indoors, with a brief introduction, and he took her outside again after turning around the room, Song's mother loves flowers, and Song's father specially built a flower room, and the flowers bloom all year round.

There is a hanging shaker in the flower room, which can be suspended and lying down or sitting, Yang Zixuan sits on it, her feet are lightly on the ground, only the two of them are there, she will be more leisurely, without scruples, she heard Song Zitian talk about the origin of the flower room, she was envious, what she envied was not that Seinfeld built a flower house for Song Mother, what she envied was Seinfeld's heart for Song Mu.

"Your parents must have a good relationship." She said from the bottom of her heart.

"Occasionally, there will be bickering, but most of them are my dad admitting defeat, and it is difficult for them to really quarrel." Speaking of his parents, Song Zitian smiled on his face,

"Your family is so happy." Yang Zixuan concluded, her tone was very light, and if you pay close attention, you will find that her expression became a little lonely at that moment.

Song Zitian was noncommittal, and didn't notice the subtle changes in her expression, so she took it very naturally, "What about you?" I've never heard you talk about your family. ”

For one day, Song Zitian knew all about her in City A, but she didn't know anything about her hometown.

Yang Zixuan got up, straightened the hem of her clothes, walked out of the flower room, and answered his question quietly,

"I don't have a family, I'm the only one."