The Ferris wheel in front reminded Song Yingchen of the papier-mâché windmill he played with in his childhood. At that time, there were always hawkers selling along the streets, and the small windmills rotated in the wind, and the four colors of red, yellow, blue and white were like the four seasons, leaving a lot of warmth and beauty.

Since his father left home, his mother has responded to almost everything he wants, and has always satisfied him with whatever he wants to eat and buy. However, he understands that this strong love is wrapped in a mentality of making amends, because from the position of husband and wife, although Lu Meiqin hates Song Aiguo, she still feels that the family change has nothing to do with her, and she treats him badly after all. This is her heart disease, she failed to provide her son with a complete and harmonious family environment, and no matter how much money she earned, she couldn't make it back.

A roller coaster roars overhead with a loud noise, and the riders on it scream excitedly.

"What did you bring me here for?" He turned around, backlit, and asked Lu Meiqin.

"Play."

Today is a rare good weather, the autumn is crisp and the sun is shining, but his face is cloudy and difficult to stretch. Since entering the Dream Kingdom Theme Park, he has been walking in front without saying a word, throwing Lu Meiqin three or five meters away.

Lu Meiqin was not annoyed by this, but became more and more excited, and every time she saw an amusement project, she put forward suggestions for wanting to experience it, and sometimes even jumped up like a little girl.

"Son, let's go ride the screaming car too, it looks so exciting!"

She completely ignored Song Yingchen's state of being in a state of disinterest, not that she didn't see it, but that she turned a blind eye.

"Mom, if you don't go to work today, go home and rest well, and make up for sleep, why are you running around here?"

"It's because I don't have to work that I want to have fun with you. When you were a kid, you always talked about going to amusement parks, and where you found them, there were just a few slides, bumper cars, small trains, etc...... Tsk, look at the present, there are a lot of exciting projects. ”

Recently, Lei Wan found out that he was being followed, suspected of being done by Hui Dongqing, so he agreed with Lu Meiqin to suspend the meeting. She also spent more time with her son, and of course she was reluctant to waste such a good weather.

"How old I am, I don't like these anymore."

"Then you play with your mother, your mother likes it."

"Huh." Song Yingchen twitched the muscles above the corners of his mouth and sneered, "You have a wide range of hobbies now, when did you start liking exciting games?" ”

Maybe the speaker didn't mean to listen to the intention, maybe there was something in the words, Lu Meiqin was a little uncomfortable.

"Sit down for a while." Song Yingchen pointed to the bench next to him, and the two sat down.

"Don't you like roller coasters the most, why don't you want to ride them now?"

"No matter how high you climb and how fast you run, no matter how many laps you make, you will eventually return to the original point and stop on the flat ground...... Nothing interesting. ”

"How old are you, why do you have such negative thoughts?" Lu Meiqin looked at him with some concern, that handsome face was like the sun and the moon in the sky for her, but recently it seemed to be covered with a layer of fog, "The roller coaster pursues the process, and it is worth it to realize the excitement in the process, and life is the same." You can't say that you are going to die one day anyway, and you shouldn't have been born in the first place. ”

"I don't have to choose life or death, I can still decide whether to ride the roller coaster or not." Song Yingchen replied indifferently. His words were light and heavy, cold and hot, making Lu Meiqin's face blush and white for a while.

"If you don't want to play, don't play, mom is up to you." It's boring, but Lu Meiqin didn't show disappointment. She took out a cigarette from her bag and just lit one, but Song Yingchen snatched it and held it in her mouth, and she couldn't say anything, so she lit another one.

"Mom actually didn't dare to sit, looking weird and scary, taking off and spinning in such a big circle, I was afraid that it would fall into my throat."

"Yes, when I was a child, I was not old enough to sit around, but after two laps, I vomited and dizzy, and my face turned white. It seems that things that don't match age and identity shouldn't be touched blindly after all. ”

"Yingchen, do you seem to have something to say to me?" Lu Meiqin blurted out that every word of her son sounded to her with ulterior motives.

Song Yingchen raised his chin, and the back of his neck was slightly sweaty.

"Nothing, sigh blindly. Don't you notice that the more fun things are, the more dangerous they are, and that's what excitement is. ”

She was convinced of her suspicion and suddenly lowered her head.

Song Yingchen's heart softened.

"Why don't you go shooting, it's fun to shoot." He suddenly pointed to the shooting range not far away, "Compare and see which of us can shoot well." ”

"You haven't fully recovered from your injuries, how can you shoot."

"Yes, don't worry, let's go."

He finally had the interest of playing, which made Lu Meiqin a little sad and happy.

When she came to the shooting range, Song Yingchen chose a pistol, and she chose a rifle, each standing in a target position, and played two rounds of ten bullets in one game.

After two rounds, Song Yingchen dropped the gun in a hurry.

With a bang, Lu Meiqin pulled the trigger and fired the last bullet. "Again?" She was clearly just in the mood, and her cheerful smile made her look ten years younger.

"I made an appointment with a friend and left first."

Before she could figure out what was going on, Song Yingchen had already left. She wanted to chase, but she couldn't take a step, and his back seemed to be able to speak—resolutely, without tailgating.

The son left her alone, and the huge paradise suddenly became lonely and lonely. She was not in a hurry to leave, but sat on the Ferris wheel and slowly ascended to the sky as the wheel turned. Since it was not a holiday, there were not many tourists, and she was the only one in the car, with a life-size Winnie the Pooh opposite.

The higher the car, the more tears fell, and she took Winnie the Pooh into her arms, and the grievances were like a flash flood.

The long-lost taste of hugging made her deeply miss her son's childhood, when Song Yingchen was small and weak, hooking her neck with her arms, as if she would never let go for the rest of her life. And now, he will never make such a gesture of trust and express such sincere emotions......

The emotions did not fade, but only created cracks that would not heal, and she hated herself and was powerless at the same time. She knew very well that there was a window paper between her and her son, and this paper was Lei Wan, not just Lei Wan.

To be precise, this piece of paper is a man, a man who makes Song Yingchen feel at ease and does not approve, Song Aiguo in the past is, and so is Lei Wan now, and so-and-so may still be in the future.

On the other side, Song Yingchen walked out of the theme park and immediately called a taxi, and the driver asked where to go, but he hesitated, not sure who to go to.

But he desperately needed someone to share his experience of horror, confusion, and weirdness.

"Go to Genyuan Mansion!"

The taxi drove him towards the CBD at a fast speed, and soon came to his destination. Coincidentally, as soon as he stepped off the taxi with his front foot, he saw Yang Qianye hurrying back with a takeaway bag.

"Yang Qianye!" He excitedly called out her name.

Chiba looked back, a little surprised, but more joyful.

Every time I see Song Yingchen, the sleeping spring in my heart will erupt. It is acquaintance, trust, like, safety, satisfaction, reunion after a long absence, an unexpected encounter, a heart's desire, and an unreachable ......

In short, she felt like she was standing somewhere in the spring, reluctant to leave.

"Sneak out to buy coffee during work hours...... Do you have a copy of me? Yo, only one cup. ”

His slender fingers opened the mouth of the brown paper bag.

"Here you go." Chiba generously handed over the coffee, "I'll buy it again." ”

He smiled and refused.

"I'm kidding you, I don't drink. How's it going, how are you doing? ”

"It's not too good." Chiba protruded her lower lip and blew her bangs, more like a sigh, "What are you doing here?" ”

"Looking for you."

"Is there something wrong?"

"I can't look for you if it's okay, I can't chat."

"Still at work." Chiba looked at the office building behind him in embarrassment.

"I'll give your boss a call."

Seeing that he couldn't help but take out his mobile phone and prepare to dial, Chiba hurriedly stopped him.

"Don't fight, it's not good." She shook her head vigorously.

"Shall I go up then?" Song Yingchen took two steps forward, and suddenly turned back again, "Forget it, I really don't want to meet that little rabbit." ”

"Bunny doesn't work here anymore." Chiba whispered.

"Job-hopping?"

"Pretty much."

"He Chong is not here?"

Chiba looked at the coffee in his hand and pouted, "Yes." ”

Song Yingchen thought about it for a while, and thought that it was still inconvenient for He Chong to know about the next thing to be discussed, so he proposed: "Then find a place to sit, I have something very important to tell you." ”

"No, I really can't leave now." Chiba said embarrassedly. What she was worried about was that if the coffee was sent to the cold, He Chong would let her run again, and the work that was piled up in her hands would have to be completed by overtime.

"If you can sneak out and buy coffee, you can't talk to me for a while." Song Yingchen pouted, and her elk-like eyes flashed again.

"That's it, you go to the 29th floor and wait for me, it's the refuge floor, I'll come over when I go back and say hello, but there's not much time, let's make a long story short."

"Okay, open the way." Song Yingchen pointed to the access control in the lobby and ordered.

She stepped forward and swiped the card, and the gate like a subway station opened instantly: "I'll go first, and I'll help you swipe it...... Yes! ”

Without waiting for her to finish, Song Yingchen actually walked in with her body.

It was the first time that it was so close, no, such a tight physical contact, the front chest and back, the snort and the heartbeat, it was like an electric stirring in her heart. The young man's body was magnetically tightly absorbed, and there was no room for discussion, and she didn't want to raise any objections at all, she just wanted to stick to him for so long. Even if the uneasiness continues to expand like ripples, even if the self-esteem is like a stubborn and old-fashioned teacher, who wants to scold her in anger...... She was also reluctant to peel off the magnet.

"Let's go." It was Song Yingchen who woke her up from petrification.

After entering the elevator, one went up to the refuge floor on the 29th floor, and the other went to the president's office on the 30th floor.

Delivering the coffee to He Chong, Chiba hurried down to the refuge floor.

"He Chong didn't know I was coming, did he?"

"I don't know, I didn't say it."

"That's good, I just want to find you today." Song Yingchen looked back and forth, nervous.

"What's the matter?"

"I encountered a very strange and strange thing that turned my perception of medicine upside down." He went straight to the point, his facial features unconsciously tightened, "Medicine, do you understand?" ”

He looked at Chiba seriously, hoping to learn valuable and meaningful insights from her.

"I haven't figured out whether I can drink chicken soup or not if I have a cold, so I actually discussed medicine with me."

"Silly you, you can drink from the cold, and you can drive away the cold. If it's hot, you can't drink it, and the more you drink, the more uncomfortable it becomes. He explained methodically, but he didn't realize that he was off topic, "The simplest thing is to judge by body feeling, if you don't feel tired of seeing chicken soup, it's mostly typhoid fever, and most of the nausea is cold...... Oh, why are you here, I almost forgot what I was going to say. ”

"Hehe, you say, what has subverted your perception of medicine?"

"How can I tell you that you can understand......" he muttered to himself, scratching his scalp vigorously.

"Don't speak English, I can't understand medical stuff."

“Sure.”