Song Yang went to Chen Qingxue's house for the first time, and returned with Lin Qixia.

On the way, Chen Qingxue's neighbors naturally noticed Song Yang and asked curiously and politely.

Lin Qixia smiled and perfunctorily, and took him to the doorstep.

This is not a tube building, but a unit building.

Lin Qixia introduced: "I used to work in a publishing house, and this was the house distributed by the publishing house. Qingxue's father missed the opportunity to divide the house."

Song Yang thought about the dormitory where Bian Kai and the others lived, so he could only nod and say yes.

But it was not necessarily easy for Lin Qixia to be able to queue up from the publishing house to get such a unit building.

The door opened and Chen Qingxue stood inside the house. Seeing Song Yang being taken home by her mother, all the happiness in her heart was written on her face.

In fact, since they parted from the military academy in mid-July, they had only met in a hurry in Linqixia shop before Song Yang returned to Weifang.

At this moment, the two of them usually have a phone call during the day. When they see each other again, honey flows out of their eyes.

After Lin Qixia waited for him to put down his luggage, she said, "Qingxue, Xiao Song is here for the first time. You can accompany him and your mother will cook."

"Mom, I'll help..."

"No!" Lin Qixia said decisively, "Look at TV and chat."

After saying that, he went into the kitchen by himself.

Song Yang and Chen Qingxue looked at each other, and then sat on the sofa chair in the living room together.

Wooden bench with cushions on it.

Chen Qingxue went over and turned on the TV, it was colorful.

There is also a home phone in the room.

No matter from any perspective, the conditions of Chen Qingxue's family are pretty good in this era.

There was a show on TV. Chen Qingxue, who had been talking on the phone before, was sitting next to him but didn't know what to say. Her hands were on her knees, her waist was twisted, and her lips were always pursed or biting.

Song Yang said interestingly: "Auntie asked me to sleep here tonight and let us go to school together tomorrow."

Chen Qingxue looked at him with surprise, and she never expected that Lin Qixia would have such a change in Song Yang.

"Do you have a spiritual seat for your father and brother at home?" Song Yang asked softly, "I have to go and see you when I come to my house."

Chen Qingxue's heart froze, she shook her head slightly and replied in a low voice: "Only photos, they are in my mother's room."

Song Yang pursed his lips and smiled slightly, reaching out to cover her palm.

Chen Qingxue trembled all over and looked at the kitchen with her eyes secretly, but she didn't pull her hands away.

Song Yang's hands tightened, then let go and said, "Then ask the aunt first."

So they immediately talked about their own affairs and told them that their parents and Song Ya were curious about her.

Chen Qingxue was only happy when she heard that he had told her existence to the person she was closest to.

Song Yang did not hold her hand all the time, but the sudden feeling just now still stayed in Chen Qingxue's heart.

Listening to him chatting about his family, he suddenly asked: "What happened last time I encountered a robbery?"

"That thing..." Chen Qingxue actually asked before, but Song Yang never explained it in detail on the phone.

Now that I was in person, Song Yang said in detail, and then said, "Thanks to Brother Wang, otherwise my bag would have been snatched. It would be a big problem if the passbook was snatched away, but those booklets were snatched away, so I couldn't go to that factory to sell ideas when I returned to the Weifang."

Chen Qingxue's pretty face kept opening her mouth: "You really...have you taken the knife too?"

"It's moved." Song Yang was very sure and said seriously, "Of course, it's mainly Brother Wang who took action first. I thought it should be fine."

"If you should do it, do it!" Lin Qixia said this. She brought out another bowl of vegetables and called them to prepare for dinner. "As long as you don't do it at the beginning, it's enough."

Song Yang was a little surprised by Lin Qixia's comment.

After Chen Qingxue put the rice out of the kitchen, the three of them sat at the table.

Lin Qixia continued, "Although I had something to do when I was wearing it that day, I was afraid that I would wrinkle it in my bag, but I had blamed myself before. Xiao Song, when I turned around, I thought about it, it was at least straightforward to deal with you. What I was worried about, you know. I didn't even bother me to say anything you had."

Song Yang was stunned for a moment, and came over to laugh and cry: "Do you think I'm wearing that and want you to have a new impression of me?"

"It's good that you'll be safe in the end." Lin Qixia didn't care what the truth was. She continued, "It's inevitable that there will be dangers in society. You are not passionate about this matter. If someone comes forward, you dare to help decisively. I agree with this."

Song Yang looked at the fried fish, braised pork, fried cucumbers, and dried tofu on the table. He looked at Lin Qixia's firm eyes after saying this, and suddenly asked, "Auntie, do you drink wine?"

It was Lin Qixia's turn to be stunned, shook her head and smiled, "How come we, mother and daughter, can there be wine at home?"

"...I want to have some drinks with you and uncle!"

After hearing what Xunshu said, Lin Qixia looked at him for a while and then nodded.

"I'll buy some at the entrance of the yard!"

Song Yang stood up by himself, and Chen Qingxue hurriedly said that she was afraid that he would not know the way, so she went with him.

Lin Qixia stayed in the house alone, looking at the steaming dishes on the table and was fascinated.

He is indeed not an ordinary young man. When he is about to come, he suddenly takes the initiative to ask for some wine with himself and his deceased husband.

Then, I bought it myself.

Less than ten minutes later, the two of them came back in a hurry.

Chen Qingxue went to get the small porcelain cup. Song Yang poured half a cup for Lin Qixia, and filled it with himself. Then he said, "Before I went to college, I only had a drink with my father and elders at home during the Chinese New Year after going to high school. This summer, I drank it with Brother Zhu of Shimenzhuang, and later our teacher Bian, the boss of Weifang's woolen factory. Auntie, I am so happy that you can let me come home today!"

Seeing that he was sincere, Lin Qixia smiled calmly and said, "Auntie was a little prejudiced against you before, so don't take it seriously."

Song Yang kept nodding: "I only admire you! People like me are not common. I am not boasting, but I can't figure it out, why did I suddenly become like this? I'm not trying to speak up after drinking, but I just think that if my uncle is still there and I'm allowed to come to the door, I should ask me if I drink or not for the first time when I see you," he said.

"...Eat vegetables." Lin Qixia suddenly disappeared.

Song Yang said sincerely: "Auntie, you are not only a good mother, but also a good person!"

When she was in danger, she thought so much, and even felt a little bit guilty. Even though she was worried about the future of Song Yang and her daughter, she had never expressed her disapproval of Song Yang in other aspects.

After Song Yang said these words, he dried up all the wine in a small porcelain cup.

Chen Qingxue was shocked, and felt extremely sweet in her heart, so she picked up vegetables for him with concern.

Song Yang smiled at Chen Qingxue, and Lin Qixia saw this and took a sip.

The spicy food was in her throat, and she said softly: "I am both mom and dad. Xiao Song, I know what you want, drink it slowly."

With wine as a match, the meal gradually became harmonious.

Song Yang talked about his parents' reaction to his relationship, talked about the idea that he sold when he returned to Weifang this time, and talked about his feelings when he heard Lin Qixia ask him to go home today.

He also told the story of bidding at the woolen factory, the story with Bian Kai, and the house.

Then, Song Yang said, "Auntie, I heard Qingxue talk about many things about uncles. I know that you still have a lot of reservations about me now. But since you are at home today, I want to be Qingxue's face and uncle's spirit in heaven, and say something to you."

Lin Qixia looked at the child.

In this case, not everyone can say it.

The Spirit of Heaven.

Either sincerely and trustworthy or traitorous or evil.

Song Yang said without hesitation: "Maybe a bit arrogant, but I feel that I have figured out what is most important in life. Letting the people around me and myself live happily is the most difficult thing to do in my life. I think that this is the most important thing for a lifetime. So, I hold the best expectations and cherish the fate with Qingxue."

Chen Qingxue looked at her mother's complicated and gratifying eyes and felt that there was anything better than such a relationship?

The man she likes is so brave and open, saying these words to another most important person in her life.

"Now, I say these words to you with such an original intention!" Song Yang said solemnly, "I am very happy. You can let me come to your house today. I know that you may have no choice but to take one step at a time. This is pretty good, at least Qingxue and I can try to go on!"

Lin Qixia was ridiculous and picked up the cup first: "How can you fall in love like this? Don't just promise me anything. I just hope Qingxue can be happy and happy."

Chen Qingxue smiled sweetly and picked up the white water from her cup and whispered: "I'm so happy!"

Song Yang finished a glass of wine again and started to laugh with a slight intoxication.

When he was young, he could not give the perfect feeling of the woman he liked.

He faced the cruel world of adults with his immature thinking and body, and could not protect the people and feelings he had cherished at first.

No matter what the ending is, my deepest feeling at the beginning will still be a memory that will never be forgotten in my life.

When he reached middle age, he had already heard, watched, and indulged. But in his life, there was something in his memories, called the White Moonlight.

Returning to this era when everything is slow, I become more and more aware of the preciousness of some things.

Since that's the case, why not cherish it?
Chapter completed!