When Song Zhiyi finished writing the review, it was getting dark. He took out his phone and looked at the time on the screen - 17:50.

Song Zhiyi sighed. She stayed in Tang Yuchen's office from 10 a.m. until now, and it took nearly nine hours to finish the review of the 10,000 words. Song Zhiyi took a taxi in the carriage and hurriedly left.

Yu Restaurant, Qicheng's most famous hotel.

Song Zhiyi got out of the car and entered the courtyard under the guidance of the waiter. Song Zhiyi walked along the road and admired the rockery flowing water in the courtyard. The gravel paths in the forest made this Chinese courtyard look very beautiful.

Song Zhiyi felt that it would be even more difficult to find a second Chinese-style hotel in Qicheng to find a hotel from Henan to Hunan.

Song Zhiyi followed the waiter to the door of the private room. Just as he was about to open the door, he heard Song Zhiqing's harsh voice coming from inside:

"Mom, you said that you had a pretty good birthday, why did you want to call an outsider to come? I was in a bad mood to have a meal."

"You think I want to call her here, it's just doing superficial work."

"Oh, she is just a bad guy, so why do you have to do superficial work? Besides, look at her, she hasn't come yet at six o'clock. She's so arrogant."

Song Zhiyi listened to the conversation between the mother and daughter in the private room, smiled helplessly, and chose to push open the private room.

When Song Hong and his family saw Song Zhiyi standing at the door, they immediately closed their mouths.

Song Hong also looked at Song Zhiyi's empty hands, curled her lips, and said a very dissatisfied "tsk".

Song Zhiyi showed a standard smirk: "Happy birthday, aunt."

"I know how to come," Song Zhiqing's sharp voice sounded in the quiet air, "It's true, I really treat myself as a family with empty hands."

Song Zhiyi could hear what Song Zhiqing meant, just thinking that he could still have a shameless meal without bringing gifts. Song Zhiyi looked at Song Hong without changing his face: "Aunt, I came in too haste and didn't have time to buy a gift, but I've transferred money to you on the way."

Song Hong's eyes lit up when she heard the word "transfer" and hurriedly took out her cell phone from her pocket. Seeing the four-digit transfer number, she smiled and said, "Oh, why are you sending so much money? Really, my aunt is not short of money."

After saying that, Song Hong pressed to confirm the payment without hesitation.

Song Zhiyi looked at Song Hong's disagreeable look and her face twitched slightly. If you don't want it, you just press the refund. Why are you using the confirmation to receive the payment?

Song Zhiyi complained in his heart, but still smiled: "It's OK, aunt. I can't repay you for your support. What's this little money?"

Song Hong was filled with joy when she heard this, but Song Zhiqing, who was beside her, looked dark and rolled her eyes and mocked: "Yes, how good is transferring money, it's really sincere!"

Song Zhiyi is not stupid, so he can naturally understand that Song Zhiqing's words is a slander. It is definitely impossible to say that he is not angry, but there is no way. Song Zhiyi has been living under someone else's roof since he was a child and has long been used to being sarcastic by Song Zhiqing.

"Okay, okay," Song Zhongming couldn't stand the embarrassing scene of such a stalemate, and immediately came out to smooth things over. "Everyone is a family, come on, Zhiyi, sit down quickly."

Song Zhiyi rolled his eyes secretly in his heart, "The godmother's family."

If it weren't for the force of life, she would have gone over the table and ran away long ago.

Song Zhiqing tweaked his pink hair that had just dyed for a while, with a look of arrogance: "Who wants to be with her family? You'll never be in trouble with her family for eight lifetimes."

After saying that, Song Zhiqing deliberately moved the chair to the other side, deliberately making a harsh sound.

"It's true, having a meal is also annoying enough." Song Zhiqing deliberately raised the volume, as if he was afraid that Song Zhiyi would not hear it.

Song Zhiyi was halfway through this meal and escaped with an excuse to go to the bathroom. She couldn't stand the depressing atmosphere in the private room.

Song Zhiyi found a wooden swing and sat down, swinging all the time. Song Zhiyi looked at the drizzle floating outside, and his thoughts drizzled for a long time ago-

Before Song Zhiyi was ten years old, that should be the happiest time in Song Zhiyi's memory. Like other children, she was held in her palm by her parents, and she would have whatever she wanted, and she would eat whatever she wanted. Everything was so beautiful.

But in the summer when she was ten years old, everything changed.

In the summer of ten years old, Song Zhiyi's father Song Feng was disguised as a businessman, and he was killed and went bankrupt and owed a lot of money outside. In desperation, Song Feng could only discuss with his wife Li Yuting where to escape. The couple discussed all night and decided to now board Song Zhiyi at Song Hong's house and ask Song Hong to help take care of him first.

Song Zhiyi will never forget that heavy rainy night. Song Feng held himself in his arms, his voice trembling: "Do you want Xiao Zhiyi to know well? Mom and Dad are going on a business trip very far away. Do you have to wait for your parents to pick you up at your aunt's house? "

At that time, Song Zhiyi nodded in Song Feng's arms obediently, but he felt that his parents would come back soon after their business trips all year round, and he would not have thought that this was their last meeting.

Song Feng was reluctant to send Song Zhiyi to the downstairs of Song Hong's house. Seeing the young Song Zhiyi still waved to him, she said in a silence: "Mom and Dad, remember to come back early!"

In the days that followed, Song Zhiyi would always go and ask Song Hong: When will her parents come back? In exchange for Song Hong's endless humiliation:

"Your parents will never come back."

"You're just a bitch that no one wants."

"Do you know that your parents are deadbeats? Maybe where are you going to jail now?"

......

Song Zhiyi lives every day when he is ridiculed.

She will never forget that whenever the school wants to hold a parent-teacher meeting, when she watches her classmates happily greet her parents at the door of the classroom, and enjoys the blackboard newspaper behind the classroom with her parents. She can only sit alone in her seat and watch enviously. But she has to wait for her aunt to hold her sister's parent-teacher meeting before she will come to attend.

The teacher always asks Song Zhiyi why his parents don’t come to the parent-teacher meeting. Song Zhiyi can only lie that his parents are on business trips all year round and live in his aunt’s house.

Song Zhiyi thought everyone knew that she was not without her parents but her parents were on business trips, so she still had a good time with her classmates. But one day, she broke the harmony.

That day, Song Zhiyi went to school happily as usual, but found that the classmates in the classroom turned a blind eye to her. Until one time when she was going to the bathroom, she heard girls talking in groups of three or three:

"Have you heard that Song Zhiyi's parents ran away from debt."

"Ah? Didn't she say that her parents are on business trips all year round?"

"Hey, this news is true, her sister told me in person."

"Tsk, I didn't expect Song Zhiyi's parents to be like this..."

Since then, Song Zhiyi has been isolated by the whole class. The classmates have gone from being behind the scenes at the beginning to being sarcastic in person in person. In addition, the teacher always targets her intentionally or unintentionally.

And all this has to be done by her sister Song Zhiqing.

Such days lasted until her college ended.

......

The autumn evening breeze mixed with drizzle gently brushed across Song Zhiyi's face. Song Zhiyi pulled back his thoughts, yawned casually to cover up the tears that were about to burst out from his eyes, and looked around aimlessly.

Suddenly, a familiar figure appeared in her sight.

Tang Yuchen was standing under a big banyan tree smoking a cigarette. His dinner today was also annoying. Gu Liyan, the eldest son of the Gu family, had a big fuss with his family because his family forced him to go on a blind date. Gu Liyan had no choice but to flee from the United States to Qicheng.

Gu Liyan even threatened that this time he would definitely fight the old man to the end and be incompatible with the Gu family.

This Yu Restaurant was originally an asset under the Gu Group, but after half of the meal, the waiter informed Gu Liyan that he had just received a notice from Mr. Gu that Yu Restaurant could not receive Gu Liyan.

Can you bear this?

Of course not!

So Gu Liyan was furious and threw down the tableware, bought the nearest flight, and planned to go back and go against the old man. He said it was a laning, but in fact, Tang Yuchen went back to surrender until Gu Liyan.

Not long after Gu Liyan left, Tang Yuchen lost interest in eating and came to the bottom of the tree to light a cigarette.

Tang Yuchen was still holding an unburned cigarette in his hand. Perhaps because he noticed someone was staring at him, Tang Yuchen also looked over and saw Song Zhiyi swinging opposite him.

The two of them just intersected in the huge courtyard.

Time seems to be at this moment, and the rain gradually becomes heavier. Drops of rain fall into the pond to form a small circle until it dizzy, just like the "circle circles" written in the lyrics.

Tang Yuchen wiped out the cigarette in his hand and waved to Song Zhiyi to signal her to go over. Song Zhiyi obediently left the swing and trotted to Tang Yuchen.

Song Zhiyi smiled sweetly: "What a coincidence, Professor Tang."

"Yes." Tang Yuchen responded, took out a4 paper with dense words written from his pocket, and pointed to a place on it with clear joints, "What do you read about this word?"

Song Zhiyi stepped forward and looked at the review he wrote: Professor Tang Orchen.

Song Zhiyi smiled awkwardly: "I said I wrote it wrong, do you believe it?"

To be ashamed, when Song Zhiyi wrote "Yu" as "or" when he was used to writing the word "or".

Tang Yuchen raised his eyebrows: "Then tell me, what are you doing wrong when you write so much in the middle?"

Song Zhiyi was stunned. She was finished. She wrote a lot of words to make up the words, "I know I was wrong." The professor just glanced at him casually when he received the review. Who would have thought that this devil professor would look at him word by word!

"Uh..." Song Zhiyi rubbed his head and twitched, "I'm called...uh...I deeply understand my mistakes and deeply confessed my mistakes."

Yes, she confessed her mistakes, not to make up the word count.

Tang Yuchen looked at Song Zhiyi who was trying hard to talk nonsense and found it funny. Did she treat him like a fool? She thinks he is so easy to fool?

"That professor," Song Zhiyi felt even more cautious when he saw Tang Yuchen not speaking. "You are so proud of me for the sake of being able to correct my mistakes. Bah, for your performance, just forgive me!"

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