Song Ye's white moonlight stand-in, I'm not right

Chapter 7 Song Zhaoyan

Many unsolvable questions, Qi Huan may have the answer when he comes back.

She seemed a little sure that Qi Huan would come back.

As expected of the Song family, the Song family made a big fanfare for a birthday and invited countless people over.

When Song Yan brought Qi Yue there, he was stared at from the moment he got off the car.

Qi Yue saw those sons and brothers who had met before, and they looked at her with all kinds of explicit eyes, without hiding it.

"Brother Yan, why did you bring a girlfriend with you today? Who is this?" Even though they had met Qi Yue long ago and knew Qi Yue's identity, these people still wanted to ask again, and mocked Song Yan again.

Song Yan glanced at the man and said, "Why don't you see He Zigui?"

Qi Yue didn't know, but others knew what this sentence meant.

Not getting the desired answer, the young masters giggled and left with a guilty conscience.

Qi Yue searched for something since entering the door, but she couldn't see that familiar figure.

She was taken by Song Yan to see her grandfather and wish him a birthday.

"I wish grandpa a prosperous sun and moon, and Song He Changchun." Song Yan said.

The old man was just such a grandson, he was already very happy to see him, so he hurriedly called the two of them to watch.

Song Yan was very happy to see the old man, and said, "Grandpa, I brought you something nice today, you will definitely like it."

The old man looked at him and said, "Come here, what gift do you bring?"

Song Yan smiled: "You get people, and you get gifts."

"Let me tell you, the best gift you gave me was to give me a great-grandson. Grandpa also wants four generations to live together."

Qi Yue and Song Yan looked at each other with different emotions on their faces.

Song Yan made a haha ​​to reveal the matter, and it happened that the servant brought the painting in, and Song Yan asked people to put it on the table in the main room, saying: "Grandpa, come and take a look, you will definitely like it .”

With Qi Yue's support, the old man walked to the side of the painting, and his eyes widened when he saw it.

"Ahem, isn't this the wood and stone map of the Northern Song Dynasty?" With a few slight coughs, someone said softly.

When Qi Yue heard the voice, she froze in place. She was stunned, motionless, and thought about it day and night on weekdays, but she didn't dare to look at him when she really saw him.

Song Yan turned his head to see the person coming, said "Little Uncle", and smiled again: "Yes, I have experienced it, it is authentic."

A large group of spectators surrounded the main room, discussing a lot.

Human sorrows and joys are not interlinked, I just think they are noisy.

Just like at this moment, everyone was focusing on that painting, with different thoughts in their hearts, but at this moment, all Qi Yue's attention was only on the person standing next to him.

He was standing on her right side, so close, Qi Yue could still smell the laundry detergent on her body, it was a fresh and pleasant smell, mixed with a vague herbal smell.

Qi Yue stood stiffly for a while, then turned her head slightly to look at him, her heart beat uncontrollably faster, faster, faster and faster.

Her whole body seemed to be on fire, a little sad but more happy.

"This painting has already been auctioned, Xiao Yan, you can still get it back and give it to your father, which shows that you have intentions." Song Zhaoyan said.

Song Yan looked up at him, and said: "Qi Yue found it. The old man of the Yu family collected this painting. She has a good relationship with Yu Xi, so she bought it."

Song Zhaoyan didn't notice Qi Yue just now. After listening to Song's speech, he searched and saw her standing in front of his eyes. He couldn't help but raised his hand to touch her head like he used to touch her head when he was a student, and said: " Why don't you say hello to the teacher when you see the teacher?"

Feeling the touch on the top of her head, Qi Yue's body shook, and she slowly turned to look at Song Zhaoyan, her face flushed slightly, and she said obediently: "Professor Song."

The years have left traces on everything, but Song Zhaoyan showed his affection. He still looks gentle and elegant as before, like a precious orchid.

The eyes under the gold-rimmed glasses are deep, gentle, and always full of affection, which makes people feel happy when they look at them.

He and Song Yan have completely different temperaments, one is arrogant and won't hide it, the other is gentle and soft, not aggressive.

Song Yan looked at the way Qi Yue looked at Song Zhaoyan, and always felt uncomfortable. He walked to Song Zhaoyan's side and said, "Little uncle, how is your condition recently?"

Song Zhaoyan heard the words and said: "It's still the same."

"Professor Song, you must pay attention to your health." Before Song Yan answered, Qi Yue panicked.

She frowned, as if she felt extremely sorry for the person in front of her.

Song Yan narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Qi Yue: "Qi Yue, go and accompany grandpa, I have a few words to say to my little uncle."

She glanced at Song Zhaoyan reluctantly, knowing that if she stayed any longer, she would definitely reveal her secrets, but she didn't know that she had already been stripped naked and placed under the fluorescent lamp.

Song Yan and Song Zhaoyan sat opposite each other in the hall on the second floor, Song Zhaoyan drank tea, Song Yan drank water.

"Xiaoyan, what's your relationship with Yueyue?" Song Zhaoyan asked, having never seen Song Yan with Qiyue before.

Song Yan played with the glass and said casually: "It's okay, bed partner."

He raised his cup and took a sip of water, looked at his little uncle, and said, "Others say that I look alike to you, but it's true after a closer look."

Song Zhaoyan smiled: "I'm your little uncle, why don't I look like that."

"Little uncle, don't you think we look a little too much?"

Song Zhaoyan's complexion changed, and he looked more serious: "The genes are probably similar, and they just have a similar amount of blood."

Song Zhaoyan pinched the purple sand teacup with his slender and fair hands, refilled himself with tea, and said, "Yueyue is a good boy, if you don't like it, break up early, don't delay her. Don't use this relationship to bury the two of you."

Song Yan snorted softly: "Mai Tai? She ran over and insisted on following me, so why did you Mai Tai?"

Song Zhaoyan lowered his eyes and sighed softly.

"Little uncle, how do you know her?"

"She is my student, a very talented student. I also liked her very much when I was still teaching."

Song Yan narrowed his eyes: "So you have known each other for a long time?"

Song Zhaoyan looked up at the roof, as if he was thinking about the time they met. After thinking for a while, he said, "It must have been eight or nine years. I remember when we first met, she was 17 years old."

Song Yan said: "When I met her, she was already 24 years old."

These words seemed to be casually talking about the past, but Song Yan was a little uncertain.

He drank the water in the glass in one gulp, and said, "Little uncle, I'm going down first, lest she get anxious."

Song Zhaoyan smiled and said nothing.

Song Yan was like a defeated prince of subjugation, hurriedly came down from upstairs, there were still some people in the main room, their attention was no longer on the painting, everyone sat and chatted in twos and threes, and congratulated Mr. Song on his birthday one by one in tacit understanding.

Song Zhaonian took Shen Qiong to sit on a chair, beside the old man, Qi Yue disappeared.

He walked over quickly and asked, "Grandpa, where's Qi Yue?"

The old man looked at him and said, "The clothes were dirty just now, so I went to clean them up."

Song Yan frowned. He didn't know what happened after he left for so long. Just as he was about to find her, Song Zhaonian said, "Is sitting here with your mother just for display?"

Song Yan glanced at Song Zhaonian, turned around and nodded to Shen Qiong: "Mom."

Shen Qiong wore a black and gray scarf, smiled at him, and waved.

Song Yan walked over and sat next to Shen Qiong, and Shen Qiong held his hand.

"Xiao Yan, why didn't you come home to visit me these few months?"

Song Yandao: "I went to film, I just came back yesterday."

Shen Qiong sighed: "Mom doesn't like you doing this job. Xiaoyan, the Song family will be yours sooner or later, you should take it easy."

Song Yan frowned slightly, a little unwillingly: "Mom, I like this profession very much."

Shen Qiong said with a straight face: "Like? How many people can do the work you love? If you want to concentrate on acting, then give me a grandson as soon as possible. While I am still alive, I will raise him and cultivate him for the Song family. An heir."

Song Yan stood up: "I hope that my child will live according to his will. He was born in this world with his own expectations, instead of being born as a flag."

Shen Qiong: "Why don't you think about me?"

Song Yan: "Then why do you only think about yourself?"

Shen Qiong was speechless, looking at him with wet eyes.

"I'll go first." Song Yan turned and left.

"Look at what you gave birth to!" Song Zhaonian was ignored by Song Yan, and cast his anger on Shen Qiong.

Shen Qiong: "What face do you have to criticize me? If you hadn't gone outside to mess around, how could Xiaoyan have taken this path."

"Don't blame me, don't you have any responsibility?"

"That's enough, both of you are the same, go down, don't sit here and get in the way." Mr. Song was annoyed by his son and daughter-in-law, and scolded.

Song Yan came out of the main room and called Qi Yue, but no one answered.

He walked towards the bathroom, turned the corner, and Song Zhaoyan's voice reached his ears.

"Yueyue, what work have you been doing recently?"

Qi Yue's voice was gentler than anything he'd heard before: "I quit my job a few months ago, and now I'm a freelance illustrator."

Song Zhaoyan smiled heartily: "Very good, young people still have to follow the trend, the prospects for freelance illustrators are still very good, work hard, the teacher expects you to do well.

By the way, Yue Yue, you and Xiao Yan? "

Qi Yue was afraid that he would ask this question, so she pursed her lips, a little tangled: "Song Yan is excellent, I like him very much, and if he is willing in the future, I will probably stay with him all the time."

Song Zhaoyan said gently: "Yueyue, you are older than Xiaoyan, you should be more sensible, since we are together, it will be good, this kid Xiaoyan, I watched him grow up, his nature is not bad.

It's just that if he bullies you in the future, don't wrong yourself. The teacher hopes that each of you can be happy. "

Qi Yue nodded.

So what if you don't like it, do you admit that you are a person who disregards ethics and likes your teacher?

"Little uncle, the relationship between me and Qi Yue is a matter between the two of us. I have always been very possessive, as you know." Song Yan came out from the corner and looked at the two people standing face to face.

What he said was inexplicable, Song Zhaoyan turned his head and looked at him: "I know you are possessive, Yueyue followed you, just treat her well."

"Then what if I don't?"

　Happy 2022, make a wish, sign a contract
　　
　
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