It took another half a month to come to the Song family.

Half September.

The sky is high and the clouds are light, and the rain is drizzling.

On that day, Yiqiao was wearing pajamas and as soon as she got up, she saw Mu Rufeng standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.

He also wrapped himself in his nightgown.

Before they came, they put on their pajamas, so that they could still feel the warmth of being at home.

He walked gently from behind barefoot, and Yi Qiao reached out to hold him, "Why don't you sleep for a while?"

Mu Rufeng turned around and reached out to stroke his wife's hair, "It's better to get up early in someone else's house."

When Yiqiao got up, he looked at his cell phone and knew the time.

She was confused, "But it's only six o'clock?"

"Put it for a while, time will pass." Mu Rufeng smiled and touched Yiqiao's cheek with his finger. He twisted it gently, and he smiled, "I found that Yiqiao's complexion was getting better."

Yi Qiao glared at him, "Do you dislike me for gaining weight?"

Mu Rufeng shook his head unbearably, and then said softly, "I never said that."

"Ha, joking." Yi Qiao let go, stepped back, put on her clothes, "Since we are going to get up, then we should hurry up. Otherwise, grandpa would be going to hurt his brain again?"

The implication is that uncle Song Hui and his son can always find various reasons to torture people, but they should do as perfect as possible so as not to let them find reasons and trigger a war.

Quarrels are also very tiring.

...

Half an hour after packing.

The couple went downstairs.

At the entrance of the corridor, the butler Meng Wei saw the two and bowed to them to say hello.

I have been here for several days, and Yiqiao is also more kind in his speech.

She tilted her head lightly and whispered, "It's too early for Bo Meng!"

"Miss Yiqiao, is the master waiting for you in the study?"

Yi Qiao's fingers were rewind and pointed at his nose, "My grandpa saw me alone."

Meng Wei nodded, "That's right."

Mu Rufeng was worried that something was wrong and wanted to stop him.

Meng Wei noticed and smiled softly, "Young Master Rufeng, don't worry, what will the master do to Miss Yiqiao?"

Only then did Mu Rufeng withdraw his arm and pay trepidation to his wife leave.

study.

The morning light appeared from the window and swept the old man in a slanted manner.

He was wearing a dark brown suit and a black tie around his neck.

Holding a crutch in your hand.

Sit with a tilted head.

When Yiqiao came in, Old Master Song smiled, and Cihe's tone also sounded, "Yiqiao, are you here?"

Yi Qiaoping nodded calmly, "Yes, Grandpa, have you asked me for something early in the morning?"

"Want to take you to a place?" He stretched out his crutch, waiting for Yiqiao's answer in anticipation.

Yiqiao nodded, "Okay." He raised his chin and looked in the direction that Mr. Song pointed, "Grandpa, is that place far away?"

Mr. Song shook his hand, "Not far away, you can pass from here."

From the study stairs to the attic, then down from the attic stairs, you will come to a bamboo garden.

The bamboo forest is silent.

When the cool breeze blows, you feel comfortable all over.

Yiqiao was wearing a skirt and looked at the bamboo forest. She thought it was well maintained and...it was also very beautiful.

Mr. Song looked at Yiqiao's expression and asked, "Does Yiqiao like this place?"

"I like it." He answered casually.

"She is my favorite place in front of my wife." Although Mr. Song smiled, his voice was hoarse. "My wife said at the time that if she is old, she would have to stroll here with me? In the morning, she could blow the cold wind and breathe fresh air, and she could come out to bask in the sun at noon. In the afternoon, she could take a walk here and eat at the same time."

Mr. Song felt sad, "So what if we admire him anymore? The relationship between us has never been able to withstand the passing of time. She left me first."

Every time, the person who leaves is the happiest, because in fact, the place where they suffer may only be for a moment.

But the living person has to bear the major blow of losing his favorite and the loneliness of continuing to live.

Yiqiao used to discuss the important topic of life. She occasionally felt sad and thought about what if she had a serious illness or an accident. She didn't want to die, what should she do?

Or what if she didn't dare to face her relatives who passed away and what accident happened?

In short, in this life, people will always face birth, old age, sickness, death, love, hate, and love.

The solution always needs to be explored.

Speaking of which, I can only take responsibility and let it go.

Only when difficulties come and are subject to a major blow can we respond accordingly.

...

After sitting in the pavilion for a long time, Yiqiao's cell phone in his pocket rang.

I took it out and saw that it was Mu Rufeng.

Intuition, my husband must be worried about me, so he called him to greet him.

However, Mr. Song sat next to him.

If the other party finds out, isn’t it a bit bad?

He was hesitating whether to answer or not.

Mr. Song, who was standing beside him, held the crutch in both hands, turned his head and looked at Yiqiao, and then spoke, "Why don't you answer the phone?"

"...I'll answer again later." Yiqiao was stunned for a moment and quickly answered.

"Come on, if you don't, Rufeng should be anxious." Old Master Song seemed to have seen it. In order to make room for Yiqiao, he stood up with a crutch and walked out of the pavilion.

Yiqiao listened to the ringtone of her cell phone and quickly answered the phone.

She didn't blame her, she was just a little surprised.

"Rufeng, what's the matter?" She lowered her voice and answered the call from Mu Rufeng.

"Why haven't you come back yet? Where have you been?"

Yiqiao took a cautious look at the back standing not far from the pavilion, "It's okay, grandpa is just too lonely, I talked to me about the matter between him and your grandma." She was worried that the other party would be anxious, so she covered her mouth with her hand, "Okay, let's not talk about it for now, let's talk in detail when I go back."

Hang up the phone and walked out in time, "Sorry, there are some small things."

Mr. Song glanced at Yiqiao, and his bright eyes carried a ray of light, "Yiqiao, have you watched the TV series you starred in?"

Yiqiao didn't know why Mr. Song suddenly mentioned this. He even added, "It was a good performance, it was like... it really happened."

Still didn't understand.

He next asked another question, “What if… a person really disappeared?”

After hearing this, Yiqiao felt a little sad, "It won't be like this, but he will become a memory of some people. But as time changes, perhaps his disappearance is just a memory."

Mr. Song looked back at Yiqiao.

I found that she had something to do.

"The first time I heard such a strange answer."

Yiqiao scratched the back of her head, "Sorry, I... said nonsense."

Standing outside the pavilion, I stood in the cold wind for about ten minutes.

Until Mr. Song said, let’s go back and ended the topic.

...

living room.

Mu Rufeng, who had just called, was run by his uncle Song Hui again.

But he disdains to pay attention.

Walk directly past the other person.

Song Qi stretched out his feet and wanted to block Mu Rufeng's path.

Mu Rufeng glanced at it, jumped directly from above, and then kicked hard, making Song Qi scream.
To be continued...