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Song Yanqing had made an order for dinner at a place he frequented before. This restaurant specializes in traditional palace cuisine. The cooking is exquisite and the food is delicious and delicious. He just left the company to pick it up, and it was 08:30 when he got home.

The moon and stars are sparse, and everything is silent.

When she opened the door, she was sitting on the sofa watching TV. He didn't know what was on the TV. Her black hair was spread behind her sweater. There were two portions of fruit on the coffee table. As she leaned forward, a few strands of hair would appear. Slide down in front of you.

The cold marble floor reflects the cold light and shadow from the ceiling. The lights of thousands of houses outside the floor-to-ceiling windows are brightly lit, overlooking the prosperity. The art paintings bound on the wall and the dazzling array of expensive and famous wines in the original mahogany wine cabinet intersect with light and shadow.

She just sat there, blending into the scene wonderfully, swallowing the smoke and smoke.

Song Yan looked at it quietly and laughed.

"You're back." Cheng Xuran turned around to see him, got off the sofa, and walked over with the fruit in his hands. His eyes were a little blurry and unfocused. It took a few seconds to clearly see Song Yanqing's eyebrows. She raised the fruit plate in front of him. Her hands were almost Whiter than a porcelain plate, the sleeves of the sweater cover half of her slender wrist, "Eat grapes."

It was getting cold. Song Yanqing wore a black jacket when he came back. He unzipped the silver zipper and hung it on the hanger. He took the fruit plate and said, "Well, let's eat."

It's not like the two of them had never eaten together before, but it was the first time for two people to be so quiet in his home. In a daze, more than half a year had passed.

Song Yan washed her hands, turned around and said to her: "Sometimes I come back late, and WeChat will tell you that you don't have to wait for me."

Thinking of Cheng Xuran's eyes, he added: "I will come back as soon as possible."

"You should be busy, busy with your business." Cheng Xuran narrowed his eyes, "I don't live in a nursing home."

"Are you tired from work?"

"good."

After the two of them finished eating, Song Yanqing went downstairs to throw away the garbage, and took Cheng Xuran downstairs with him.

The doctor said that her eyes need to be rehabilitated slowly and step by step. Even if she can't see clearly at night, she can't stay in the house all the time.

In the evening, there were people walking their dogs in the community. There was a continuous barking, and there was the sound of insects chirping and rustling. The wind blew through the treetops. Children ran past and brought up a gust of wind. There was also a smell of fireworks in the bleak autumn scenery.

"What a big Samoyed." Cheng Xuran said softly while being led by Song Yanqing.

"You want to raise?"

"I have a cat. Cats and dogs will fight, so I don't want to keep them."

He walked slowly, and the shadows on the ground were long and slanted. Cheng Xuran saw the two shadows vaguely intertwined, and his heart felt peaceful.

The shadows of the trees were whirling, the moonlight shattered the clear light all over the ground, and the mottled shadows falling on the ground looked like butterflies.

So beautiful, so beautiful.

Cheng Xuran turned her head to look at his face.

"Can you see clearly?" Song Yanqing asked, turning his face sideways, his silhouette reflected in the light, too cold and beautiful, which made people's hearts move.

"A little bit."

Her eyes were unfocused.

"Don't mistake the wrong person and get lost again."

"No." Cheng Xuran shook his head, "I can tell it's you."

He took her downstairs for more than 20 minutes. After all, it was autumn, and it was getting colder and colder, so she went upstairs.

Song Yanqing held a remote meeting with a notebook in the study, and Cheng Xuran returned to the second bedroom to read the script. The two of them were at peace with each other. The room was very quiet, and there was a different kind of tacit understanding.

Sometimes the two of them would leave together in the morning, or if Cheng Xuran came back late in the evening, he could drive to pick her up. (End of chapter)