Could it be that this Rong Tang is his mother's friend?

That's right, Qian'an once said that the ancestors of the Su family are famous families with profound heritage.

Even if Su Qingge's generation started to engage in business, their family must have a lot of literati and ink friends.

When I saw Meng Qin turn around and walk out of the study, I didn't have time to think about it, and I was embarrassed to continue to ask questions.

Walking to the front hall, Meng Qin asked Sister Meiling to take out a coat of his and hand it to me, "Miss Wan, you put it on, it's cold outside."

"No, I'm frost-resistant, I'm not afraid of the cold."

I waved my hand, my clothes were dirty, and I was embarrassed to stain their sheets.

If they borrow the clothes again, they will have to wash them when they come back.

Looking at Meng Qin's coat again, it is worth a lot of money, and I don't know if it can be washed.

As I spoke, I deliberately raised the collar of my tracksuit and buried my chin in it, only to find that my face was a little uneven, and I reached out and touched it, as if my face was scratched by a tree branch, and my sister nurse put a few pieces of gauze on me.

Meng Qin didn't insist, and straightened the buttons of his coat with one hand.

I took the opportunity to look upstairs again, "Meng Qin, hasn't your grandmother woken up yet?" I would love to thank her in person."

"Forget it for today."

Meng Qin looked at me lightly, "Grandma's understanding of you is still an obstacle, you meet now, she will definitely not let you leave, unless, you also want to stay overnight, if you are okay, I can call your parents."

Stay overnight?

I was startled and quickly shook my head, "I have a lot of important things to do at night."

I have to work overtime for night training.

Meng Qin smiled, "Let's hear it, what are you busy with at your age?"

I didn't change my face, "Write homework."

Meng Qin bowed his head and slightly tugged at the corners of his lips, "Well, this is indeed a very important matter, let's go."

The car was parked at the door of the house, and Meng Qin was very gentlemanly to help me open the co-pilot's door.

However, in just a few steps, I was baptized by the cold wind, and I was depressed without a breath, seeing Meng Qin's eyebrows frowning, I quickly drilled into the co-pilot, fortunately, the air conditioner was turned on very much, and the car door was closed, which finally let me hug the spring again.

Meng Qin then sat in the cab, Rumo's eyebrows and eyes were dyed with a layer of coldness, "There is a blanket in the back, you can cover it if it's cold."

"No, it's warm in the car."

I smiled, and then I could see the outside of the villa.

Three-storey, antique style, like a luxurious mansion.

What is exaggerated is that the area of this courtyard is larger than the courtyard of my master's house.

There is a garage on one side, a lotus fish pond on the other, and an octagonal viewing pavilion.

I wanted to take the opportunity to take a look at Feng Shui, but the front of the car had already driven out of the courtyard gate.

Seeing that I had been struggling against the passenger window, Meng Qin asked in a low voice, "Do you really want to meet my grandmother?"

It's split.

I'm just a bit of an occupational disease.

Frankly, I would like to thank the old woman for a long time.

But I was also afraid that the old woman would admit me again.

If we meet, she will call me what kind of Qingqing and won't let me go home......

I don't really know how to deal with this situation.

It will be flustered.

Thinking about it, I looked at him, "Meng Qin, do I look a lot like the old woman's Qingqing?"

"Not at all."

Meng Qin's eyes looked at the windshield and flattened his voice, "Qingqing is the daughter of my uncle's family, my cousin, my grandmother's granddaughter, Qingqing died of illness a few years ago, my grandmother was hit, and her condition worsened, she mistakenly recognized you as Qingqing at the airport that day, I was also surprised, thinking about it afterwards, it is probably the same age as you and Qingqing when they left, you are ...... this year."

"Oh, I'm thirteen."

"That's right, Qingqing left when she was thirteen years old."

Meng Qin continued without any expression, "She also had short hair when she was alive, plus

The sick person has always been very thin and tall, and if you combine these characteristics, your grandmother will mistake you, and by the way, I have a picture of her."

He leaned on the steering wheel and handed me a mobile phone with one hand, "You click on the photo album, and the little girl in the hospital gown is Qingqing."

I took the phone and pressed it, and found that his phone was touchscreen and had a combination lock.

"Meng Qin, you need a password, or you can unlock your phone and show me when the traffic light comes......

"Passwords are zero."

Meng Qin didn't squint, "Don't worry, I'm not worried about you leaking secrets."

I laughed, "Thank you for trusting."

Undo the combination lock, and there are only a few photos in the album.

Even the selfie was the old woman's.

The old man is quite cute, comparing the teacup to the camera.

Meng Qin, who entered the mirror together, only has a side face.

He was looking at the laptop in front of him, his expression was very serious, and his whole body was full of calmness that did not belong to his age.

I looked around and saw the photo of the little girl before clicking to enlarge it.

She was about the same age as I was.

It looks like it's a birthday in the hospital room.

There was a cake on the small table, she was wearing a hospital gown, and a smile bloomed on her lips.

Her hands are still gesturing with scissors, and she seems to be able to feel her youth through the screen.

Just by looking at the photos, you can see that this is a very cheerful girl.

But judging from her facial features alone, she really doesn't look like me at all.

Although I was praised by the elders of the village for my beauty since I was a child.

But because it's too obedient, this beauty seems very decent.

I don't have the characteristics of flamboyance and brightness when I take the aura route, and I don't have the brilliant heart and wisdom when I take the talent route.

If Nuwa Niangniang was really the creator of all things in the world, she probably used a mold to suppress me when she pinched me.

Goose egg face, almond eyes, and a small upturned nose.

It's like a doll in the window, and it's very standard and beautiful.

But there is no aura at all, and there are no characteristics that can be remembered.

I guess Nuwa Niangniang was not satisfied with my 'wooden ne', so she pricked the corners of my lips with toothpicks.

She tried to make amends, leaving a pair of small pear vortices in an effort to make me more distinct.

I never thought that I was still not blessed to be lively and smart, with a mediocre and average personality.

The average can only be described in many neutral words, reassuring, safe, and step-by-step.

And the girl in the photo is the kind that can be remembered at a glance.

Her smile is particularly infectious, her eyebrows and eyes are smart, and her eyes are full of anticipation.

Inexplicably, she made me feel more close.

"When did she shoot this?"

"Three days before I died."

Meng Qin said lightly, "She was going to have a very risky heart surgery at that time, and wanted me to celebrate her birthday in advance, but she did not survive the infection after the operation, and soon left.

"How many years has she been gone?"

"Four years."

Meng Qin said, "If Qingqing is alive, he will be four years older than you, and he will soon be eighteen years old."

I didn't speak, and when I looked at the picture again, my nose was a little sour.

It's a good time, and before she grows up, people are gone.