Song Xiang acted coquettishly and thought of ways to change the subject.
Turning her head, Yan Han's face flashed in her mind.
People like him are probably the son-in-law candidates that Xu Shuyan is most resistant to.
The thought flashed across her mind, and she felt a little ridiculous, so she quickly came back to her senses.
"It's getting late, Mom, I have to leave."
Xu Shuyan sighed, obviously reluctant to give up, and tears were about to fall before she even finished a few words.
Song Xiang also felt uncomfortable. She hugged her mother and talked for a long time.
Turning around, I couldn't help but blush.
Walking out of Xu Shuyan's yard, she walked out alone, but was stopped by someone.
"Dr. Yang?"
Yang Yukun walked down the stairs in a hurry, "I just wanted to tell you something. It's not convenient for Auntie to be here."
Song Xiang probably had something to do with Xu Shuyan's condition and was very concerned about it.
Yang Yukun took out a note from the pocket of his white coat and handed it to Song Xiang.
"Auntie got sick some time ago and sat in the yard from morning to night. Occasionally she would write and write all these things."
Song Xiang took it and looked at it.
——August 1st, Renhe.
What's this?
Yang Yukun looked at her expression and said, "You don't understand either?"
Song Xiang shook his head, "I don't know."
"It stands to reason that her repeated writing of these things must be related to the past. You might be able to ask your former relatives." Yang Yukun suggested.
Song Xiang smiled bitterly. She had grown up so big that she didn't know what relatives were.
She put away the note and looked at Yang Yukun gratefully, "Thank you very much. I'll check it out when I get back."
Yang Yukun pushed up his glasses and said gently and calmly, "It should be."
"It's cold in the morning, so it's best to put on some clothes when going out."
Song Xiang was stunned for a moment, feeling warmed by the sudden concern.
She gathered her clothes and thanked Yang Yukun.
After saying hello, he turned around and left.
Outside the nursing home, the black business car was still parked.
Yan Han didn't know when he got out of the car and stood under the shade of a tree, half of his body shrouded in the morning sun. The dappled sunlight fell on his shoulders, reflecting the golden edges.
As soon as Song Xiang went out, he saw this picture and his breathing fluctuated slightly.
Let me tell you, Yan Han looks... really good.
Just as she was thinking about it, Yan Han turned around and pulled a face. The shadow that was originally immersed in the dim light suddenly took on an unpleasant air.
Before Song Xiang even got close, he clicked his tongue.
"Two and a half hours."
Song Xiang had no choice but to apologize knowingly: "Mom didn't want me to leave, so she kept talking for a while."
Yan Han hummed, walked around the back of the car, and got into the car with a frown.
Song Xiang shrugged and followed him into the car.
She glanced at Yan Han. He was seriously injured. His face had always been bloodless. He had woken up early and his lips were chapped.
Just as she was going out, Xu Shuyan poured her a cup of barley tea and put it in her bag.
Without thinking, she took out the tea from her bag, unscrewed the bottle cap, and handed it to Yan Han.
"Drink some tea."
Yan Han glanced sideways and subconsciously refused.
Song Xiang said: "My mother made it, it's very clean."
Her tone was sincere and she didn't mean anything else. She just saw that the corners of his mouth were cracked.
Yan Han hesitated for a moment, then raised his hand to take the cup.
With a slight shake, the aroma of wheat came out. He took a sip and his lips were immediately moisturized.
Turning his face sideways, he found Song Xiang licking his mouth.
He handed over the cup.
Song Xiang thought he had finished drinking and wanted to cover the cup.
Yan Han took back his hand and asked, "You don't want to drink?"