Song Xiang walked around Yan Han twice freshly and said, "I can't tell, this dress suits your temperament quite well."
She wanted to hug him, but he took a step back.
"Wait a minute, I'll go back and change clothes." He said.
Song Xiang pouted, "I don't dislike you."
He smiled sternly, stretched out his hand to touch her belly, "The little brat might be disgusted with it."
Song Xiang smiled, "No."
The two of them were talking while Ning Yi got off the boat with a bag of things in his arms.
Song Xiang looked over, "Uncle Ning, what is this?"
Ning Yi opened the package, and it turned out to be a black box, about twenty centimeters in length, width and height. It was made of wood, with a round shape on the front and a small white flower on it.
"Your friend's package was sent from the military region."
Song Xiang glanced at the box and her heart skipped a beat, "This..."
Ning Yizi glanced at her expression and guessed she had misunderstood, "There seems to be a letter inside."
"ah?"
Song Xiang's emotions were like a roller coaster. He pointed at the box and said, "Use this to hold the letter?"
When she first saw it, the first thing she thought of was the urn.
Yan Han also glanced at it and said: "It's very weird, but it is indeed Xiao Sheng's style."
Song Xiang: "..."
She stretched out her hand and said, "Uncle Ning, give it to me."
Ning Yi handed it to her.
There were fish on the boat, so Ning Yi had to stay and clean it up, while Yan Han sent Song Xiang back first.
Song Xiang held the box and kept changing positions.
"Is it heavy?" Yan Yanhan asked.
Song Xiang shook his head, "It's too easy. I'm just adjusting my posture. Try not to be too solemn, otherwise it will easily scare Brother Shiheng later, right?"
As she spoke, she said to Yan Han: "Smile, don't keep a straight face, otherwise it will look like mourning."
Yan Han: "..."
He looked at the box again and said, "Xiao Sheng is a wonderful person."
Song Xiang couldn't laugh or cry, "I really don't know what she was thinking."
It has been three months, and they have not received much news from Xiao Sheng. However, Nan Che and the others have special channels. They should be safe if they can find out the news about Xiao Sheng.
Gong Shiheng recovered very well, and there was no need for a second surgery. He could just take medicine.
However, he was always depressed when he couldn't see Xiao Sheng.
"We must be happy when we see Brother Shiheng later." Song Xiang said.
The two of them went directly back to the house where they lived. By chance, Nan Che ran back to get the box and glanced at the box in Song Xiang's arms.
"Hey! What's going on? Did you find the urn while fishing?" He looked at Yan Han and said, "Did you touch the undersea tomb?"
Song Xiang & Yan Han: "..."
Before he could explain, Gong Shiheng heard the noise and walked out of the room.
Song Xiang took a breath, showed him the box, and thought about the words, "Brother Shiheng, that, that, this is Xiao Sheng..."
Gong Shiheng saw the box in her arms at the first glance. When he heard her say, "This is Xiao Sheng," his eyes suddenly went dark.
Nan Che was also confused, thinking it was really Xiao Sheng's ashes.
Song Xiang quickly answered, "It's from Xiao Sheng!"
Complex emotions flashed through Gong Shiheng's eyes, and he was a little confused for a moment, "Wha...what?"
Yan Han explained: "The thing Xiao Sheng sent you seems to be a letter, but it's just a packaging box."
"Yes, yes." Song Xiang breathed a sigh of relief and laughed dryly, "Don't get me wrong, she is fine, this is just a packaging box."
Before Gong Shiheng could say anything, Nan Che complained first: "That kid has unique taste, and he's not afraid of scaring people to death?"