"How about the meeting today?" Gong Lingye asks song Ziheng in the car.
"It was a little nervous at first." Now there is no outsider, song Ziheng also does not conceal: "especially, they all think that I am just joking, and then see you go, they don't take me seriously."
Gong Lingye also guessed that it must be so, so he gave song Ziheng preventive injection in advance. Now seeing song Ziheng's relaxed expression, he couldn't help laughing: "but you still managed to control the whole situation?"
Song Ziheng was a little embarrassed: "don't forget it, brother-in-law. They always teased me at the beginning. It's useless for me to say heavy words twice. It wasn't until I was halfway through the PPT that people began to listen to me. At the end of the day, they began to interact
Gong Lingye nodded: "it's already very good. In fact, at the beginning, the staff of our court took three people to the song house. With the staff tearing off the seal, and opening the iron cable outside the villa, the song house, which has been closed for more than a year, has finally come back to light.
Song Ziheng breath became a little hot, he sent off the staff, looking at the song house in front of him, for a while, his eyes turned red.
Similarly, she stood beside song Ziheng, her fingers trembling slightly.
Before he went in, song Ziheng reached out and held her. Then, he pulled her forward: "sister, let's go home."
Gong Ling Ye walks behind the two at the moment, leaving all the space of remembrance to her sister and brother.
Song Yi Ren and song Ziheng walked in hand in hand, and saw that the weeds on both sides of the villa path seemed to grow a lot.
Only now just after the Spring Festival, the withered and yellow grass stalks are piled up on both sides of the path in a disorderly way, which seems a bit dilapidated and desolate.
Along the path, they came to the door of the villa.
Song Ziheng held out his hand and tried his fingerprint.
It seems that before Chu Mingyao's accident, song Ziheng's fingerprints had not been deleted. But after a year, although the youth had grown a lot, the fingerprints were finally identified after two times.
As soon as the villa door opened, Song Yi felt that his heart beat as if missing a beat.
In the previous life, how long has it been since she walked into the house like this?
More than four years later, when she came home from the R & D studio, she opened the door of the villa as usual.
In the room, there are parents talking voice, and aunt cooking dishes fragrant.
Song Ziheng was also very lively at that time. Every time she went home, he would run out and shout at her. Then he went back to his room and played with his hand-made models.
At that time, song Ziheng was 11 years old. He was still not tall. He did not develop for the second time. He clearly looked like a young boy
At the moment, looking at the young man about 1.78 meters beside him, Song Yi people feel in a trance.
Song Ziheng took her hand and walked around the entrance.
The room was the same as Chu Mingyao had left in a hurry. Even on the tea table in the living room, there was still a cup of half drunk tea.
But after more than a year, the tea of that cup had already dried, and the tea inside was moldy and mossy, and finally completely dried.
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