This is the first time that Song Ziyan took CC to Qi Moyue's home in Beicheng.

Originally, Qi Moyue still wanted to accommodate Song Ziyan and accompany Song Ziyan back to Nancheng, but since he admitted that Song Ziyan, who had a heart, wanted to face love frankly, he offered to go home with Qi Moyue.

Different from the previous strict guards, this time Song Ziyan just wore a simple hat, sunglasses and a black mask.

The day before going to Qi's house, Song Ziyan and his sisters went to the mall together, ready to buy some gifts to bring over.

Song Ziyan chose extremely tangled, because she knew that if she bought a gift when the other party lacked nothing, it would become a kind of thing called heart.

The Qi family is not like the Yin family, a house built directly on the mountainside.

Compared with the Yin family, the Qi family's house is more like a manor.

In the manor opposite the house where Song Ziyan lived when he was a child.

But time was too long, and she only felt familiar, but not particularly sure.

When Song Ziyan went in, he looked at the small villa on the outskirts of Qi's house, and said to himself, "I haven't been back for a long time." ”

Qi Moyue knew what Song Ziyan was talking about, so he followed her words and continued: "I will come often from now on." ”

Song Ziyan nodded, his eyes showed nostalgia, and he looked at the small villa that had been standing there again.

Qi Moyue, who had been paying attention to Song Ziyan, keenly captured Song Ziyan's serious reluctance and smiled lightly.

"Would you like to see it later?"

Song Ziyan shook his head: "It's a pity that there is no key." ”

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Different from the antique in his own home, the Qi family is more of an ordinary feeling, a feeling of home.

Song Ziyan doesn't like to live in his old house, the first is that he feels a little far away from the city, and the second is that he feels that his home is sometimes more like a museum or something, and when there is no one, it is deserted.

But when it's lively, it's very warm.

Song Ziyan, who has always loved to be lively, refuses to accept this contrast, so most of the time he is alone in his own nest.

However, the Qi family doesn't have that feeling at all, and the houses here are all decent but warm.

Chen Wenci was waiting at home early for the two to come back, and Qi's father and Qi's mother were also there, and dinner was already ready when they arrived.

Chen Wenci pulled Song Ziyan to his side and sat down, babbling about the recent events.

Chen Wenci had just returned home from the hospital for a few days, and some time ago he had a physical problem and went to the hospital for a long time.

In fact, she knew that her time had not been long, and although her children and grandchildren had not said anything to herself, no one knew her own body better than herself.

After dinner, Song Ziyan was taken to his room by Chen Wenci to talk heart-to-heart.

Although Song Ziyan was most afraid of such a link, Qi Moyue didn't come to help her, and Grandma Chen loved her very much, so Song Ziyan followed her.

"Xiao Song." Chen Wenci patted Song Ziyan's hand and said, "I still like to call you like this, I haven't called you like this for a long time." ”

Song Ziyan nodded silently and said, "It's been a long time." ”

Song Ziyan propped up his chin: "It seems to have started with a formal, real meeting in our house." ”

"That's why you've been avoiding me a little bit from there!"

Chen Wenci smiled kindly: "Can you tell Grandma Chen why?" ”

Song Ziyan smiled awkwardly: "Actually, I'm a little afraid of being urged to marry." ”