They changed houses again, Song Zhiwei had never been here before, and it was estimated that Qi Su bought it newly.

The furnishings in the room are all luxuries, from sofas to carpets to various ornaments, Song Zhiwei can't name them, but the whole is not cold and hard, but mainly warm colors, and the floor-to-ceiling windows on three sides have a panoramic view of the night view of the entire city.

The muffins and their playground were there, and when they returned, they came with joy.

The sofa was very soft, the kind that Song Zhiwei wanted the most, she squinted her eyes comfortably, and said lazily: "This is to let me be a canary?" ”

Qi Su lifted his eyelids and said in a cool voice: "This is your house." ”

"What?" Song Zhiwei suspected that she hadn't heard clearly, so she asked again.

Qi Su said: "The transfer I said last time, I was troublesome, and I picked a set for you from the new real estate, the top floor has a relatively wide view, and there is an exclusive underground garage, which is OK." ”

This is okay, the location in the city center is expensive, and the large flat floor of several hundred square meters is even more valuable.

Song Zhiwei said: "How much?" ”

"Your own home, it's free." Qi Su pointed casually, "There is also a computer room inside, you can live in the office, the sound insulation is very good, and it doesn't hurt your eyes." ”

Song Zhiwei followed in to see, three screens occupied an entire wall, various dolls and figures were displayed, and the purple lights were dreamy.

She wrinkled her eyebrows and said, "Are you sure this is for me to work and not play e-sports?" ”

Qi Su took it for granted: "The performance of the game console is better. ”

Song Zhiwei didn't bother to argue with him, but the shock was more than that—he seemed to want to make up for the money he hadn't spent in the first half of his life from the house, the swimming pool, gym, recreation room, wine cellar, and even a small playground.

Song Zhiwei looked at the hundreds of square meters of cloakroom full of luxury clothes, shoes and bags, and said expressionlessly: "I almost thought I was a top tender model." ”

"You said to try again, I think it's good." Qi Su pushed her against the entrance and said in a dumb voice: "Wife, this is what you deserve." ”

In the past, she was too self-respecting, and she didn't owe each other anything, and as soon as he spent money on her, she had to quarrel, and over time, she didn't bother to do it.

This home-like contract made him addicted to spending money on his wife.

Before Song Zhiwei could speak, she saw a cello in the corner of the music room, and suddenly, a pure face emerged from her memory.

"Come and have a look." Qi Su leaned on the piano and beckoned to her.

She didn't know if he did it on purpose.

Song Zhiwei walked over, with no emotion on her face, standing on the other side of him, but Qi Su grabbed her waist and turned her around.

"I remember you could play the cello."

Song Zhiwei shook her head, "You remember wrong." ”

Qi Su took her to the cello slightly and said leisurely, "I remember the freshman anniversary very clearly." ”

This was earlier than she had reached out to him.

The cello was a class that Sister Mei gave her to sign up for when she saw her talent, and she had been studying for three months and had begun to take shape, but she had not yet achieved anything, so she was strangled in the cradle by Jiang Lin, she dropped the piano she had learned from work-study, and pulled her to the training room of the Song family.

Song Tan is like an elegant and naturally noble white swan, and the light and shadow cast a hazy veil on her, like a dream that she can never reach.

"Look at yourself, and deserve to learn music?" Jiang Lin said it by pinching her ear at the time.

She remembered the sharp pain, like a heart being pulled out and crushed over and then thrown into the damp mud.

Song Zhiwei wanted to say that violin and cello are two completely different things, but in the end she didn't speak.

What's the use, in Jiang Lin's eyes, she is just a native bun from the countryside, whether it is a cello or other musical instruments, it will always have nothing to do with her.

Qi Su held her hand, clasped her fingers, pulled the bow, and the quiet atmosphere suddenly became ambiguous.

Song Zhiwei got rid of those unnecessary thoughts, followed his movements, and slowly became calm in her heart, and naturally she didn't notice the relaxed corners of her lips from the people around her.

"Well done." Qi Su did not hesitate to compliment.

A classic swan, what Song Zhiwei is now thinking of is not Song Tan, but a real and vivid image.

It wasn't until the end that Song Zhiwei slowly withdrew from the surging thoughts, and her fingertips couldn't be still for a long time.

Qi Su sat quietly next to him, not disturbing this rare peace.

After a long time, Song Zhiwei said slowly: "Your memory is not wrong, I am wrong." ”

Why punish yourself for the sins of others.

Jiang Lin and her are strangers.