Song Jing took the photos and paintings and thought about them for a long time, but he really couldn't remember anything at all.
Seeing that it was almost twelve o'clock at home, Song Jing stood up and put the photo album back, extinguished the fire in the stove, put the teacup and teapot on the tray, and prepared to take them to the kitchen for cleaning before leaving.
Song Jing opened the sliding door of the tea room, and the old housekeeper was waiting outside wearing a long down jacket.
"Grandpa Butler, have you been waiting outside?"
"No, I saw that the time was almost up, so I came over to take a look." The old housekeeper took the tray from Song Jing's hand and asked kindly with a smile, "Is Miss Song planning to leave?"
"Yes." Song Jing nodded, "I promised Grandpa Han and Grandma Han that I will go back tonight."
"Then I'll ask the driver to drive to the gate and wait for you. It's snowing heavily tonight, so Miss Song should wear thicker clothes to avoid catching a cold."
"Thank you, Grandpa Butler."
Song Jing turned around and picked up his bag and went to the gate of his old house. The driver had already driven the car and was waiting outside.
When Song Jing got in the car, the driver should have listened to the old butler's instructions and knew the destination.
After Song Jing got in the car, the driver just drove out quietly.
Song Jing leaned on the back seat. Compared to the beginning, when his mind was a mess and his thoughts were chaotic, he was much calmer now.
Everything Shi Yan did was to protect her, and logically speaking, she should be moved.
But Song Jing is suppressing all his emotions now. He just wants to catch Shi Yan, without asking anything, and beat him up first!
Bastard, stab her in the heart with a knife, let her watch him die because of her, make her life worse than death, even a beating is light!
The driver felt that the atmosphere in the car suddenly became colder. He looked at the heater in the car in confusion. It was more than 20 degrees Celsius, which was quite warm. The windows were closed and not opened. Why did he suddenly feel very cold?
Woolen cloth?
Song Jing returned to Grandpa Han's residence and unlocked the door with the fingerprint he recorded.
He lowered his voice so as not to disturb the two elderly people who were resting.
When I opened the door, the TV in the living room was still on, and I heard voices coming from the entrance, and two elderly people came over.
Song Jing was stunned as he changed his shoes, "Grandpa, grandma, haven't you rested yet?" Song Jing said and glanced at the clock hanging on the wall, it was already past one o'clock.
The elderly have a very regular schedule and usually go to bed at eight or nine o'clock.
Song Jing thought that they must have fallen asleep when she came back, but he didn't expect that the two elderly people actually stayed up until past one o'clock in the morning waiting for her to come back.
If she delays some more time, will the two elderly people have to wait even longer?
Song Jing felt a little guilty.
"Xiao Jing, it's so windy and snowy outside, is it cold?" Xin Rong quickly handed Song Jing a warm new towel, "First wipe the snow from your hair and clothes, and grandma will give it to you."
You boil a bowl of sugar water to warm yourself."
"Grandma, it's so late, please stop being busy."
"It's okay. Grandma is very happy because she is so busy." Xin Rong went to the kitchen with a smile.
Song Jing wiped off the snow on his body and wiped his hair with a towel. Han Xingxiu picked up the backpack she had thrown carelessly at the entrance and hung it next to him, asking with concern: "Is everything going smoothly?"
"Yeah." Song Jingding nodded, put on his slippers and went into the house. The night channel was on the TV, and there were books and old reading glasses on the sofa, as well as a ball of yarn being knitted.
"Your grandma will knit you a sweater again." Han Xingxiu noticed Song Jing's eyes falling on the sweater and stepped forward to pick it up with a smile. "It's about to be finished. Come here and I'll compare it for you to see if the size and length match."
Inappropriate."
Song Jing's mood was already ups and downs today. His eyes were sore when the sweater was on his body, and his eyes were red.
Xin Rong came out with some sugar water and saw them comparing sweaters, so she also came over and asked, "Do you like the style?"
Song Jing nodded, "Grandma, you usually have to take care of the design of the studio. You are already busy, so you don't need to bother knitting sweaters for me."
"What's there? Grandma likes it." Xin Rong took the sweater from her wife's hand and compared it with Song Jing's, "Yeah, the size is just right."
"Thank you grandma, thank you grandpa."
"You girl, why are you still crying?" Xin Rong was worried and pulled Song Jing into her arms, "You came back just now, and I think your expression is wrong. Did you go out tonight and feel wronged?"
"No." Song Jing shook his head, not wanting the two old people to worry, "My parents died when I was a few years old. I have been living with my grandfather, and later my grandfather also passed away. I just saw you treat me like this,
I feel touched, but I am afraid that I am not worthy of receiving such care from you."
"Silly girl." Xin Rong patted Song Jing's back kindly, "Grandpa and grandma are not fools. They always have a certain perspective in looking at people throughout their lives. If we treat you well, it means you are worth it. Go and drink sugar water.
, drink it, take a hot bath, and have a good sleep, the weather will definitely be good tomorrow."
"Um."
Song Jing sat down at the dining table, finished his sugar water under the caring eyes of the two elderly people, and was rushed to take a hot bath.
After washing up, the three of them said good night to each other before going back to the bedroom.
Entering the bedroom, Xin Rong whispered: "Honey, you can ask Lao Shi tomorrow in a subtle way to see if Xiaojing has a conflict with Ayan."
"A girl like Xiaojing can't be bullied by Ayan."
"Okay." Han Xingxiu nodded in agreement, smiled and rubbed Xin Rong's shoulders, "You have worked hard today, preparing such a large table of dishes."
"It's not hard, I'm so busy and I'm so happy." Xin Rong sighed, "Hey, it would be great if Xiao Jing was our granddaughter."
"It doesn't matter whether she is a biological granddaughter or not. We see that Xiao Jing has a affinity with her, so we should treat her as a granddaughter."
Xin Rong glanced at her wife and said, "I'm not afraid that Xiao Jing will think we are too nagging."
"No. Go to bed quickly. It's really late."
Song Jing woke up early the next morning. She didn't know how to cook, but she planned to go out to buy some breakfast and come back to have breakfast with the two elderly people. When she finished washing and left the bedroom, Xin Rong had already put the omelettes on the table.
"Xiao Jing, you woke up just in time to have breakfast."
Han Xingxiu put down the watering can for watering the flowers and went to the kitchen to bring out noodles.
"Xiao Jing, there are fried eggs and omelettes. Let's see which flavor you like. The beef was pressed in a pressure cooker yesterday. It's very soft and glutinous. Eat it quickly." Xin Rong wiped the water on her hands and greeted Song.
Jing sat down at the dining table.
"Grandma, you have prepared so much, you have to get up very early." Song Jing was heartwarming but also unbearable. After all, the two old people stayed up until after two o'clock last night to wait for her.
"As I get older, my drowsiness becomes less and less. Grandma will only be happy if you finish eating everything."
Song Jing nodded obediently, "The rice cooked by grandma is delicious, I will definitely finish it."
Song Jing really ate a big bowl of noodles, including all the fried eggs and the big chunks of stewed beef that were put into the bowl.
The two elderly people, like all elders, like to watch their children eat in large quantities. It is best if the children in the family can be rice eaters.
Xin Rong watched Song Jing eat everything, and the smile on her face never disappeared, "Xiao Jing, what do you want to eat for lunch? Grandma will make it for you."
Song Jing wiped his mouth and replied obediently, "Grandma, I have to go to school today, and I have other things to do. I will come back to see you and grandpa next time."
Han Xingxiu said with a smile: "Business about your work, come home when you're done."