He Jinsi reaches for Teng Qingze's pitiful face and touches his head.
"Your mother sprained her foot today. Be good and take good care of her. Uncle he will come to see you next week, OK? "
"Mom's hurt!" Teng Qingze said in surprise.
He Jinsi nodded, "go out with your aunt Luo, don't let your mother wait."
Teng Qingze just grabbed Luo Chenxi's hand, followed her to walk out a few steps, suddenly turned his head and said aloud: "uncle he, then you must come next Monday!"
He Jinsi smiles and nods.
The little guy was so happy that he ran back to xiaotuanzi.
Luo Chenxi looked at this scene, a burst of heart touched.
After all, it's my own father and son
Even though Teng Qingze doesn't know he Jinsi's identity, he is still so close and trusted. If he can grow up with his own father
Luo Chenxi takes two little guys back to the car. Because of her complex mood, she doesn't speak for a moment.
To her surprise, Teng Qingze and xiaotuanzi didn't know what bribe he Jinsi had taken. They were tight lipped and didn't mention he Jinsi.
Make Luo Chenxi want to say embarrassed to say.
As soon as Teng Qingze got on the bus, he rushed to Teng Siqing, who was about to rush up. Teng Siqing was ready to catch him, and the little guy suddenly stopped.
Teng Siqing did not understand, "what's the matter?"
The little guy put his hands behind him and said seriously, "Mom, are you hurt?"
Teng Siqing thought it was Luo Chenxi who told him, and didn't care.
Teng Qingze a nervous, Teng Siqing comforted him for a while, turned his head, found that Luo Chenxi has not spoken, can not help but some strange, "Chenxi, what's the matter with you?"
Luo Chenxi a Leng, pursed lips, "nothing, just a little tired."
Seeing the scene that Teng Qingze just relied on he Jinsi, she didn't know what to do.
It's not her turn to tell other people's feelings.
There are friends on both sides. She'd better keep silent and leave them to decide for themselves.
Teng Siqing looks at Luo Chenxi's stern look, and always feels strange.
But now, she is so confused that she doesn't care about it at all.
Back home, Teng Siqing took her children to dinner and played with them for a while.
Until Teng Qingze fell asleep, she went into the study.
In the whole row of bookcases in the study, the one closest to the corner has not been opened for many years.
Because the idle time is too long, a thick layer of dust fell on the cabinet door.
Teng Siqing took out a key from the drawer of the desk, wiped it with a paper towel for a long time, then wiped the dirt around the lock hole of the cabinet door and inserted the key in.
The key turned gently and there was a click.
Teng Siqing's hand movement stopped instead.
She stood in front of the cabinet door, hesitated for a long time, just like she had made up her mind. She suddenly pushed back and opened the bookcase.
If any fans who are familiar with pop music in China see the things in the cabinet, they will scream on the spot.
Because all the things piled up in this cabinet are the honors left by Pheonix when it swept the music world in those years.
All of his CDs, single CDs, live videos of concerts, all of his magazines, photo albums, interview manuscripts, souvenirs, fans, everything he can think of.