Maybe it was the words that had been hidden in her heart for a long time, or maybe it was Shi Yan who guided her, and Song Zhiyuan dreamed again.

In the dream, Liu Mengyun sat on the swing that He Yulan specially built for her granddaughter.

Seeing Song Zhiyuan, she smiled and beckoned, "Kite, come to my mother's side."

Song Zhiyuan hesitated for a moment and didn't move.

Her intuition told her that everything in front of her was not real, and the next moment, it would definitely become as terrifying as before.

Seeing that she didn't move, Liu Mengyun's good-looking brows furrowed slightly, stood up from the swing, and said with concern, "Iris, what's wrong, is Xiaochuan bullying you?"

"Ogawa?" Song Zhiyuan repeated in a low voice, looking at her with confusion in his eyes.

Liu Mengyun chuckled, "You kid, whose husband and wife don't quarrel, how can you just run to your mother's house with a mouth?"

As she spoke, she looked at the two figures coming not far away, and said with a smile, "Dad, Mom, come and see this squeamish bag of Iris, who has come back to sue Xiaochuan after bullying Xiaochuan at home!"

"Really?" He Yulan chuckled, her wrinkled face was very kind, "Iris, you can't be angry, you're still pregnant with a child."

"Child?" Song Zhiyuan subconsciously touched his stomach, only to find that his lower abdomen was actually slightly bulging.

No, it can't be.

She had already lost the child.

At this moment, Song Zhiyuan clearly realized that this was a dream.

But she didn't wake up directly, but watched Liu Mengyun take her hand and follow her towards He Yulan and his wife.

Looking at her grandmother, who had already passed away, Song Zhiyuan couldn't help but redden, and shouted in a low voice, "Grandma."

"Hey, good kite, why do you want to cry when you look at it, did Xiaochuan bully you?" He Yulan frowned distressedly.

As she spoke, she looked at her husband beside her, "Lao Liu, you can call Xiaochuan later and ask him what is going on."

"Grandma, I'm fine, I just got sand in my eyes when the wind was blowing." Song Zhiyuan hurriedly stopped it, not wanting the dream in front of him to be shattered again.

He Yulan nodded with a smile, reached out and touched her face, "Good, come into the house, it's cold outside."

As she spoke, she looked at Liu Mengyun on the side, "Mengyun, I like your stewed pork rib soup the most, so Ibid'll work hard for you to cook at noon today."

Liu Mengyun nodded and said with a smile, "I will also make such a soup, fortunately, the kite likes it."

A few people laughed and walked inside.

Song Zhiyuan looked all the way when he entered the house, and finally determined that this was the He family before his grandfather died.

The welcome pine in the entrance withered in the second month after her grandfather's death, and she remembered it very well.

At this time, there was no accident at home.

Until his mother found out everything, Song Qingyan pretended to be Mr. Miyoshi in front of everyone, and the people around him thought that the husband and wife were in harmony.

Even the media at that time would talk about their love from time to time.

What hypocrisy!

Thinking of that hypocrite, Song Zhiyuan asked tentatively, "Mom, why isn't my dad here?"

Hearing this question, He Yulan took the lead in sinking her face, "Okay, why do you mention that negative man?"

"Mom, you dissipate your anger, the kite was still young at that time." Liu Mengyun smiled lightly, took Song Zhiyuan's hand and explained, "Don't mention it in the future, I have been divorced from him for many years."

- Divorce.

Even if he knew that it was in a dream, Song Zhiyuan still felt surprised.

But after thinking about it, she understood again.

The dream is a reflection of people's hearts, and what my mother regretted the most before her death was that she married Song Qingyan when she didn't know anyone clearly. z.br>

It's a pity that she didn't know the truth of the matter at the time, and thought she was blaming him for leaving their mother and daughter alone.

"Kite, don't be stunned, let's get inside!" He Yulan regained her smile, took Song Zhiyuan's hand, and said kindly, "You can't be cold now, otherwise Xiaochuan will have to worry about it then."

Song Zhiyuan smiled and nodded, watching the three smiling faces in front of him gradually disappear and be replaced by a flash of white light.

"Knock knock!" It's Shi Yan knocking on the door.

Being woken up from a sweet dream, Song Zhiyuan was not angry, raised his hand to wipe away the tears in his eyes, put on his shoes and got out of bed.

Outside the door, Shi Yan, who was wearing an apron, apologized, "Did you wake you up?"

"No, I just woke up. Today, Professor Shida will cook by himself?" Song Zhiyuan looked at his dress and was a little surprised.

She admitted that she was short-sighted, thinking that he was a scholar like him.

Shi Yan raised his eyebrows and smiled noncommittally, "It's not okay to walk around alone outside and not know how to cook."

As he spoke, he glanced at the time, "You're not an afternoon ticket?" Now it's too late to clean up after eating."

Song Zhiyuan and Ji Yanli made an appointment to visit Zhang Jingyi in Jiangbei, and the ticket was three o'clock in the afternoon.

Listening to his reminder, Song Zhiyuan glanced at his mobile phone, only to find that it was eleven o'clock in the morning.

She smiled gratefully at Shi Yan, hurriedly rushed into the bathroom to wash, and squeezed time to send a message to Ji Yanli halfway.

She will have to pack her things later, and she may not be able to go out a little later.

The other side quickly replied, "Okay."

Shi Yan is not very good at cooking Chinese food, and prepares steak and pasta, which is enough to compete with the star-rated hotels outside just by looking at the appearance.

If it weren't for the fear of being rude, Song Zhiyuan even wanted to ask him if he had turned the spoon over before.

"My mentor when I was in college was very good at cooking." Shi Yan seemed to see something and explained intimately.

The time was a little rushed, Song Zhiyuan didn't chat with him in detail, praised a few words about the delicious food, and went back to the room after eating in a hurry.

She didn't notice that when she turned around, Shi Yan looked at the empty plate opposite and unconsciously hooked her lips.

This kind of carefully prepared food and watching others happily finish it is the feeling that it is.

At five o'clock in the afternoon, Song Zhiyuan and Ji Yanli arrived at Jiangbei Airport.

The one who came to pick them up was the housekeeper of the Ji family, Uncle Wang.

I haven't seen Song Zhiyuan for a long time, Uncle Wang seems very happy, and he has been talking about how Zhang Jingyi thinks of her all the way.

I didn't notice at all that the hint of my own young master sitting in the back row couldn't be more obvious.

It wasn't until he asked about Song Zhiyuan's relationship that Ji Yanli interrupted, "Uncle Wang, how is my mother's appetite in the past two days?"

"It's good, my wife heard that Miss Song is coming, she has been in a good mood for the past two days, and she has eaten well." Uncle Wang replied with a smile.

After speaking, he suddenly thought of something, and turned his head to look at Ji Yanli.

Didn't the young master make a video call at noon and ask, why did he ask again?

Soon, the First People's Hospital of Jiangbei arrived.

Uncle Wang sent the two downstairs, and slipped away under the pretext that he was busy at home.

After avoiding them, he quickly took out his mobile phone and called Ji Huai'an, who was guarding in front of Zhang Jingyi's bed.

"Sir, Miss Song seems to be in love."

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