Sheng Chong Second Marriage

Chapter 83 Mother's embrace must be the warmest place in the world

After the old man finished writing a pair of couplets, Song Yichen also wrote a couplet while waiting for Mo Gan's free time.Compared with the vigorous and thick handwriting of the old man, Song Yichen's handwriting looks elegant and free.

"Well, not bad, not bad." The old man stroked his beard, full of praise for Song Yichen's words.

"It made Teacher Ge laugh."

It's a pity that the old man doesn't want to see Song Yichen's modesty, "How many characters can the young people write well? Not to mention calligraphy, many people can't even write it."

When Lan Song heard this, her shoulders shrank, because she was a young man who could not write calligraphy in the old man's mouth.But seeing the couplets written by Song Yichen, people like him, clean and handsome, Lan Song found a reason why Song Yichen made her more excited.

This time Song Yichen didn't defend himself, because he didn't miss the light in Lan Song's eyes when he saw the couplet he wrote.Writing brush characters has always been his hobby, but he never thought that one day he would become a bargaining chip for the girl he likes to like him.Although he knew that Lan Song had him in his heart, he didn't mind a little more.

Holding couplets and Lan Song, Song Yichen said goodbye to Ge Hongcheng.Looking at the two figures walking side by side, Ge Hongcheng couldn't help feeling comforted and moved. This feeling was like his own child falling in love.At the beginning, he was just a child standing timidly in front of him holding a painting, but now he has a girlfriend in a blink of an eye.Feeling Song Yichen's growth, but also feeling the ruthless passage of time.

Thinking of his granddaughter still infatuated with Song Yichen, Ge Hongcheng sighed heavily again.It's not to blame for the granddaughter's infatuation. People like Song Yichen are among the dragons and phoenixes, so it's hard not to be tempted, but the Lan Song just now, in terms of appearance alone, his granddaughter is not bad. Why did Song Yichen choose her?

Ge Hongcheng, who has lived for sixty years, knows the matter of fate best, so he sighed and turned into the room.

Lan Song, who was walking beside Song Yichen, was no longer depressed like when he failed in throwing the pot just now, and the corners of his mouth curled up accordingly.

"Who was that old man just now? You seem to know each other very well." Lan Song finally couldn't bear to throw out the question that had been kept in his mind just now.

"Well, he is the owner of that store. I often draw some paintings, so please ask him to sell them for me." Song Yichen explained briefly, "He is a very nice person and has helped me a lot."

Lan Song let out a "huh", and couldn't help respecting the old man just now in his heart, because he helped Song Yichen, and he silently remembered the old man's kindness.

"What painting did you draw, and is it easy to sell?"

Song Yichen was silent for a moment, laughed at himself and said, "It's okay, just sell a little and save it for living expenses."

Although Song Yichen said it lightly, Lan Song could feel that his life was not easy from his words.

"What else do you want?"

"Huh?" Song Yichen changed the subject suddenly, and Lan Song couldn't react for a while.

"New Year's goods."

"Oh. Uh... Do you want window grilles? Put on window grilles." Lan Song's hometown does not have the custom of putting on window grilles. She saw this on TV. Thinking of bright red window grilles, she felt festive and appropriate.

Song Yichen didn't expect Lan Song to make such a move, and was stunned, not knowing how to respond.Seeing that he didn't speak again, Lan Song had a flash of inspiration in his mind, and his eyes widened.
"You don't know how to cut window grilles, do you?"

Facing the Lan Songs that came out one after another, Song Yichen was at a loss for words, so he could only hold his forehead and said helplessly, "Let's go, I'll see where there are window grilles for sale."

Lan Song, whose mind was knotted, came along now, "Oh, it's fine if you don't like it, but I'm actually fine, so I don't have to buy it."

"Thirsty? I'll go ahead and buy you a cup of milk tea." Song Yichen asked without answering.

"I can do it, you can buy it if you want to drink it yourself."

Song Yichen walked to a milk tea shop ahead, while Lan Song stood by the road and waited.

"Xiaobao, don't run, be careful to fall."

It was approaching noon, and the number of pedestrians on the street gradually increased, and the voices naturally became noisy, but the woman's shout behind him was still very obvious.Lan Song turned around and looked at the source of the sound. It was a young woman running forward quickly. According to her shouting, Lan Song saw a child who was only three or four years old running happily in front.

I don't know whether it is the uneven road or the child's poor coordination ability. The worry of the woman behind has become a reality. The child staggered and fell to the ground firmly, crying all over the place.

The woman rushed forward, picked up the child, and hugged her in her arms, "I told you not to run, don't run, just fell down now, let's see if you dare to run again in the future."

The words were loud and the tone was very angry, but it was more distressing. Lan Song felt that because of her big movements, she took the whole child into her arms.

No one would believe it when she said it. Lan Song never knew what it felt like to be in her mother's arms. She guessed that it must be the warmest and most secure place in the world.She even thought that if she had her own child in the future, she must give all the mother's love to the child, including her own.

Lan Song just smiled and watched the woman coaxing the child while wiping away the child's tears with a kiss. Suddenly she was very envious of the child in front of her, and then smiled and a bitterness overflowed her heart.

Until the woman walked away with the child in her arms, Lan Song was still looking at the direction in which they were leaving.

Someone hugged and squeezed his shoulders, Lan Song seemed to wake up suddenly, and when he looked up, he saw Song Yichen holding a cup of milk tea with a straw inserted into it.

"Scared me." Lan Song smiled and took the milk tea, took a sip, and found that the temperature of the milk tea was just right.

"Let's go, there is a shop selling window grilles a little further." After Song Yichen gave the milk tea to Lan Song, he reached out to take the sea baby in her hand, and held it together with the couplet in his right hand, while his left hand held Lan Song's hand.

Lan Song was a little surprised by the sudden hand holding, but such an ordinary hand holding also made Lan Song feel at ease instantly.The temperature of the milk tea and the temperature of his hands are ironing Lan Song's heart bit by bit.

Sure enough, there was a shop selling window grilles not far ahead, and Lan Song had a great time choosing them. Song Yichen still stood beside her calmly, tossing and turning with Lan Song.

When he came out, Song Yichen had another plastic bag in his hand, "Is there anything else you want to buy?"

"After lunch, let's go to the supermarket, buy some materials for making dumplings, and make dumplings for dinner tonight. It's New Year's Eve."

"Yes." Song Yichen has always been responsive to Lan Song's requests.

"And you, is there anything you want to buy?"

"Isn't that enough here?" Song Yichen teased as he lifted the hand that was holding the things up.

"These are all what I want, I asked, do you want to buy anything?" Lan Song was dissatisfied with Song Yichen's ridicule.

"No, reunion is the most important thing during the Chinese New Year, just have a meal together, it's not that particular."

Song Yichen's words woke up something about Lan Song, he hesitated, and asked Song Yichen for advice, "Well, Yichen, during the Chinese New Year... can we spend it with Lu Feng?"

Although she mentioned it to Song Yichen before, she remembered that Song Yichen didn't answer her. She didn't know if Song Yichen acquiesced or opposed it.

It's not that they can't celebrate the New Year together, but because of Lu Feng's thoughts on Lan Song, Song Yichen still can't have no grudges against Lu Feng.

Song Yichen didn't agree, Lan Song began to feel uneasy, "If, if it doesn't work, it doesn't matter, just talk to Lu Feng at that time, he should understand."

After finishing speaking, Lan Song started to laugh, foolishly.

Lan Song smiled flatteringly, which made Song Yichen inexplicably distressed. He walked over, pinched Lan Song's face, and said in a much gentler voice, "Let's just have a meal together, don't we just have a meal? There are more people and it's more lively."

Song Yichen agreed, but Lan Song stopped laughing and was stunned, as if waiting for Song Yichen's explanation.

"Let's go, stupid?" Song Yichen patted Lan Song's head, turned around and left first.

"Yeah." Like moving a stone, Lan Song happily caught up with the person in front of him, facing the warm winter sun.

　In fact, this title is not very accurate, but Xia Mu somehow wanted to use this title.

　　Because Xia Mu doesn't know what it feels like to be in his mother's arms.

　　The communication between Xia Mu and his mother is not so close, although Xia Mu has always tried to be a good boy.

　　Xia Mu felt that the distance and estrangement between them should not be eliminated in this life.

　　Well, you still have to be happy and laugh. (Xia Mu compares to Scissorhands and smiles brightly)

　　This book was first published by Xiaoxiang Academy, please do not reprint!

　　
　
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