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"Yes, I study music." Lin Weizhen said in a brisk tone, "Auntie, we should have a common language."

Ms. Jian smiled, with a hint of indifference in her elegance: "I always feel that you look familiar."

"That shouldn't be Auntie's illusion. I went to high school in Yuncheng."

"which school?"

"III."

"I've finished eating." Song Yanqing put down his chopsticks and stood up, "You guys eat slowly."

"Finally, your brother is back. Where are you going? Sit down and have a good meal." Song Qishan frowned.

Song Yanqing lowered his eyes and looked over, his eyes dark and sharp.

"It's not like the two brothers are short of time. Okay, let's reminisce about the past slowly in the future. Let's talk about ours." Lin Weizhen calmly made a gesture behind her back. Only Song Yanqing could see it, asking him to go out quickly. .

In this kind of atmosphere, Song Yanqing would probably be suffocated to death.

"That's what Wei Zhen said." Song Huaijin slowly put his hand on the back of Lin Weizhen's chair and raised his hand to stroke her thick long hair, "Dad, don't you know your brother's temper? He is boring."

"Are you also in No. [-] Middle School?" Ms. Jian looked at Lin Weizhen for a while, "Are you in the same class as Yanqing?"

"Correct."

"No wonder you look familiar."

"That means we have a good eye, Auntie."

"Tsk." Song Yanqing went upstairs, too lazy to listen to their nonsense.

Lin Weizhen glanced at his back from the corner of her eye, slowly lowered her head, chewing the food in her mouth.

There was laughter and laughter at the dinner table.

But Song Yanqing, do you know?

This time I really meant it.

After dinner, Song Huaijin led Lin Weizhen to the guest room, raised her hands and loosened her tie: "Tell me what you need."

"Well, okay, I need you~" Lin Weizhen sat in front of the dressing table and arranged her hair, took off the crystal hairpin, and her long hair fell down like a waterfall, her tone was pretty and lively.

Song Huaijin stood behind her and looked at her young and beautiful face in the mirror: "You and Yan Qing were familiar with each other before?"

"No, what's wrong?" Lin Weizhen sounded confused.

"It feels like you guys have something to say."

"Don't you know your brother yet?" Lin Weizhen laughed, "He has something to say to me?"

"Yes." Song Huaijin bent down and kissed her forehead, "Get some rest early."

"it is good."

Lin Weizhen sat in front of the dressing table for a while, picked up her phone and opened WeChat.

He hesitated.     sent a WeChat message.

"Are you angry?"

Stone sinks into the sea.

Lin Weizhen changed the topic.

[When I came back this time, I met an acquaintance. 】

[Related to Cheng Jiaoxiao. 】

[Are you still in contact? 】

Song Yanqing replied to her with a question mark.

Really, Lin Weizhen was so angry that she almost dropped her phone.

The reply messages are also filtered, right?

She is angry! !

[It’s Cheng Jiaoxiao’s girlfriend. 】

[She seems to be not doing well recently. Her father has been asking her for money, and forced her to return to Yuncheng because of her grandma's affairs. I don't know if she has come back. 】

[But if she comes back, she should be with Cheng Jiaoxiao. 】

Song Yanqing replied to her: [I understand. 】

Lin Weizhen was stunned for a while and shook her head helplessly.

【Do not worry. 】

【I won’t pester you this time. 】

[If you still remember what I said back then...] The chat box kept flashing as Lin Weizhen typed and deleted each word.

Good night then.

The night was very deep.

The moon in the sky is also cold and bright.

spilled on the ground.

Like broken frost.

The cat came from nowhere and was shivering in the corner.

A pair of sneakers stopped in front of the cat.

The floating light swept across his superior jawline, his face was cold, he was feeding the cat with a cat strip in his finger, and dialing the phone with the other hand.

(End of this chapter)