Yan Han came back from outside, covered in wind and snow. He heard the laughter and laughter on the balcony in the distance. He quickly went upstairs, opened the door and was greeted by Song Xiang.
He quickly hugged the person and said, "What's wrong?"
Song Xiang was pushed over by An Xuyue and almost slipped.
An Xuyue clapped her hands behind her, "Perfect hit!"
Yan Han was speechless. He brought Song Xiang back and whispered: "Don't play with her, she will become stupid easily."
Song Xiang stood firm, rolled her eyes at him, and looked at the two people outside through the glass, "Speak nicely."
It's rare for their family to be reunited, so don't cause any trouble.
She leaned in Yan Yanhan's arms, thinking of Rong Boye and Nan Qing, feeling slightly sour, and got out calmly.
"What's wrong?"
"It's nothing." Song Xiang pursed her lips and jumped around to shed the snow on her body, "I'll go back to the room and change clothes."
Yan Han caught the corners of her mouth and responded lightly, "Okay."
Song Xiang turned around with a natural expression and went to the bedroom they shared.
While walking, he took out his mobile phone and sent a message to Rong Boye.
Rong Boye rarely replied in seconds and took pictures of her dinner.
She returned to the room and lay on the bed.
The father and daughter had a tacit understanding and did not say anything discouraging.
Song Xiang didn't dare to call because she was afraid that she would cry when she heard Rong Boye's voice. For Nan Qing, it was more of a blood bond, but for Rong Boye, she felt too sorry for him.
They should have been part of such a reunion day.
He lowered his head, pressed against the quilt, and sniffed.
In a daze, the door behind her was opened, but she didn't notice it until someone hugged her.
"Huh? Why did you come up here?"
The man hugged her whole body through his thick coat.
"You're not happy."
"No."
"have."
Song Xiang was silent.
Yan Han hugged her, a little afraid to speak.
The embrace between An Xuyue and Yan Zhicheng just set off the separation between Rong Boye and Nan Qing. He had her and had to feel the guilt and uneasiness.
He was afraid that she would be angry and sad.
Song Xiang quietly rubbed the sheets, wiped away a tear that accidentally spilled, and said in a low voice: "I don't blame them, I just feel a little uncomfortable."
Just imagine how Rong Boye got here in the past many years.
"When the weather gets warm, we will get married as soon as possible." She said suddenly.
"Um?"
"When we get married, we will have a baby."
Yan Han gently stroked her hair, "What then?"
"After the Chinese New Year, I will take my children to accompany my father."
So that’s it.
"What about me?" he asked.
Song Xiang thought for a moment, "You? You stay with your parents."
She turned around, looked into his eyes, and said, "On this day, dad is more important than you."
Yan Han leaned over and leaned against her neck, not angry at all.
"good."
Let this be the day.
…
Even though Song Xiang grew up, he rarely had lively years.
Even in the years when Xu Shuyan was not sick, her mood was always low during the Chinese New Year. She had to take care of her mother's mood and never dared to go out to play.
This year was actually the most relaxing year for her.
Two days before New Year's Eve, she went to see Xu Shuyan. Xu Shuyan was probably aware of her current situation. Every time she saw her, whenever she was sober, there would be a little guilt in her eyes.
Song Xiang wanted to ask about the details of that year several times, but the words were stuck in his mouth again.
On New Year's Eve, she was so busy that she didn't even have time to feel depressed. She kept spinning like a top.
In the morning, I went to the old house with Yan Han and performed all the necessary etiquette.