Little Sweet Wife in the Eighty-Old Courtyard

Chapter 383 I can remember it

Song Ting is a typical person who opens her mouth and kneels.

As soon as she opens her mouth, everyone is intoxicated by her singing.

Her singing has a special magic.

Xia Xindong observed carefully. Song Ting's performance was steady and elegant, and the dancers behind her worked very well together.

There is no clue that Song Ting is a newcomer.

Mainly because the singing is so beautiful.

Moreover, it is still different between being live and listening to the radio.

After leaving the auditorium, Jin Jue was about to give his work unit and phone number to Xia Xindong, saying that Xiao Nuan often contacted him.

She also left a way for him to come to her if anything happened in the future.

Xia Xindong asked: "For Xiaonuan?"

He is a genius with an extraordinary memory. She could remember the technical stuff by saying it once, but she still had to go to the trouble of finding a notebook.

Second Young Master Zhong nodded.

If his mother, Quan Xia, knew, what would happen if he really gave all this to Xiao Nuan?
His mother would only be happy for him.

Looking into his clear eyes, Mr. Ji said rudely: "Don't give the documents to Xiao Nuan, even if you inherit them in the future, don't even think about giving them to this or that.

Second Young Master Zhong:...

These are the inheritance your mother gave you. How she kept these things without being occupied by Zhong Daqiao at that time, I don’t know how much hard work she put into it.

Xia Xindong nodded and noted it.

Jin Jue was stunned for a moment, then said with a smile: "I was negligent, Xiao Nuan told me."

How can you just give it away if you give it away?
Your mother will not be happy.

Then he politely said goodbye to Jin Jue, and said a few words to Mr. Ji. The second young master looked at Xia Xindong, his eyes bright: "Uncle, I bought some things, can you take them back when you return to Nanshan County?"

Then I finally lived a life that a human should live, instead of like a dog.

This young man has improved in the past few days, and he has become more lively.

Where did she put this book?
Jin Jue told Xia Xindong the phone numbers of his work and home.

She and your grandfather only hope that you can live well with this inheritance. "

Mr. Ji over there frowned and said: "Xiao Nuan doesn't lack anything. Don't buy things all the time when you have nothing to do. Your medicine expenses are not a small number, and there's more..."

Xia Xindong saw that she was still looking through her notebook and pen in her bag, so he said gently: "Just tell me, I can remember it."

Without Xiao Nuan, he would not be able to live as a human being until now.

Speaking of this, Mr. Ji paused.

Second Young Master Zhong asked hurriedly: "Grandpa Ji, what else is there?"

However, Er Shao Zhong still said obediently: "Grandpa Ji, I understand."

Xia Xindong glanced at Mr. Zhong with a deep look.

He didn't say anything.

It's quite close to his school.

Xia Xindong put on his hat and walked slowly in the direction he needed.

Unexpectedly, I met Kumquat walking slowly on the side of the road.

Xia Xindong saw Kumquat again, but he didn't want to stop, but walked straight forward.

But I stopped walking as I walked. He looked back at Jinju: "Where are you going?"

Jin Jue pointed in the direction in front: "My family lives there. I originally wanted to go back to work to work overtime, but the boss said no. But there are no buses at this time, so he said we should walk back now."

Xia Xindong was naturally not used to walking on the roadside with a girl he had just met.

But now that we’ve encountered one, we can’t just walk away?
His brows wrinkled slightly.

Xia Xindong really didn't like this scene.

It’s not that I don’t know how to handle it. But I don’t like to deal with it. Kumquat has an exquisite heart with seven orifices.

It's remarkable that a person who has suffered like Xia Xindong can maintain his current state.

She wouldn't embarrass him.

And I won't disturb the silence where he just wants to walk alone.

Jin Jue smiled and said to him: "I'm going to the restaurant in front to buy some food. You go first."

Although this is not a central area, the streets are very lively, people are coming and going, and the street lights are very bright.

Xia Xindong breathed a sigh of relief, nodded politely to Jin Jue, and gave her a rare smile.

Such a man smiles occasionally. It will give people an indescribable sense of shock.

Jin Jue found that he had a very melancholy temperament.

This melancholic temperament seemed to be aggressive, but he was tightly controlled.

But sometimes his eyes are as innocent and clear as a child's.

Kumquat doesn’t know much.

He didn't know anything about his multiple personalities.

So she felt that Xia Xindong was very conflicted.

Like a complex of contradictions.

Jin Jue didn't want to add pressure to him. She didn't want to buy anything, but she had to go now.

So Jinju turned around and walked to the right, so that the distance between the two people was widened, and then they walked farther and farther away.

The next day, Song Yunuan, who was far away in Nanshan County, sat in front of the radio with her family to listen to the New Year's Day Gala program.

The Song and Xia families, and even Song Nian and Sun Jinrong who worked in the city came with Hu Zi.

The main hall of the Song family is very large, and there are people both above and below the Kang. Then Song Yunuan brought the radio back from Nancheng.

It's the kind with a wooden shell, and it's considered a big item in your home.

It's about the same size as a 14-inch black and white TV.

These people had been listening carefully from the beginning. It’s time to relax, today is New Year’s Day. Song Mingbo is also back.

Of course, the party Song Ting attended would not be performed on New Year's Day.

It was performed at the end of the month.

Then on New Year's Day, Tianlongguo Radio Station started broadcasting it during prime time.

This was the first time the Song family heard Song Ting's singing from the radio.

The sound is still a little distorted, but it sounds exceptionally good.

Mrs. Song was a little lost. After hearing this, she said sadly to Song Yunuan: "Xiao Nuan, why do I feel that your sister-in-law is so far away from me?"

Song Yunuan said in surprise: "I feel so far away from you."

"I mean that far."

"Well, I understand. When you hear my sister-in-law singing on the radio, you feel a sense of unreality and distance, right?"

Mrs. Song nodded: "That's how it feels."

"It's okay. When you see my sister-in-law, let her sing to you in person."

At this moment, Huzi suddenly cried aggrievedly.

While crying, he looked in the direction of Song Yunuan.

What's going on?
The little Asheng next to him was sitting on a chair with his mouth pursed and his calves still dangling.

He didn't look at anyone but Song Yunuan.

The old man in the family is like this. He hangs around him every day and doesn't think anything of it. He always feels particularly close to him when he can't see him.

So, Mrs. Song pulled Huzi and asked him: "What's wrong?"

Huzi glanced at Song Yunuan, then at Asheng, and then at Mrs. Song. Quietly and choking, she said: "Grandma, Ah Sheng won't let me call Sister Xiao Nuan Sister. If I have to call her Sister, I must add the word Xiao Nuan in front of it. If not, any delicious food he receives will be gone." No more points for me.”