Life With You

Time is losing every minute and every second, but it varies from person to person. The difference is fast or slow. In a blink of an eye, it was the seventh day since Qiao Dingxiang's funeral, and the first seven were the big days. Song Xi kept remembering that he asked George Sheng a day in advance if he was going to the cemetery to burn paper.

George Sheng said: "It depends on whether you have time. If you don't have time, you don't have to go. You can do it when you feel like it."

Song Xi said, "I've got a good class."

Qiao Dingxiang burned the first seven, and the relatives of the Qiao family and the Ren family came, and the wreaths brought dozens of carts, or even five hundred, yellow paper, foreign tickets, and all kinds of gold bricks. It's hard to count, as if I was afraid that Qiao Dingxiang would not be able to dominate the party below.

The place where the paper burned was soaring into the sky. Seven or eight men held long iron rods around the fire, turning them at any time.

There was a heat wave in the sky, and the black confetti was mixed in the heat wave. Many people could not bear it and had already retreated to the outer circle.

Song Xi was standing next to George Sheng, choking and coughing accidentally. He glanced sideways at her and said, "You don't need to guard here, get in the car, and leave after the burn."

Song Xi shook her head, wanting to say it was okay, but the cough did not stop and her eye circles were a little red.

Yuan Bao came over, handed a paper towel and a bottle of water, Song Xi walked away two meters away, took a breath, and drank some water before holding it down.

Before she could walk back again, her mobile phone rang, and when she took it out, it was a text message. The key sender surprised her very much, Dongxu's mother.

Song Xi has known Gu Dongxu for so many years and is no stranger to Qiao Shuxin, but this is the first time she has received a text message from Qiao Shuxin, clicked on it, and said: Song Xi, it will be over in a while, do you have time? I want to talk to you about something.

Song Xi looked up instinctively, but there were too many people, and she didn't see Qiao Shuxin's shadow for a while.

Holding the water under his arm, Song Xi quickly responded: I have time, Aunt Qiao.

Less than ten seconds after the text message was sent, Qiao Shuxin replied: See you at the Champs Elysees. Please don't tell Dongxu first.

Song Xi couldn't guess what Qiao Shuxin asked her for, so he replied for the time being: I know, don't worry, I won't say anything.

Qiao Shuxin replied: Thank you.

Song Xi bit his head and said: You're welcome.

The reason why Song Xi is biting the bullet is that the relationship between the two is a bit awkward. It is different from her and Gu Dongxu. She and Gu Dongxu are joking, but in any case, the relationship will not change, but Qiao Shuxin treats her, who I know.

Putting away the phone, Song Xi turned around and walked two steps forward, and found that George Sheng was gone where he was. Only Yuan Bao stood there and walked over. Song Xi asked, "Where is George Sheng?"

Yuan Bao said: "I was called away by my fourth uncle, and I will come over in a while."

Song Xi said, "It's okay, I just ask casually."

What a smart person in Yuan Bao, he immediately whispered: "So many people are unfamiliar, don't you feel embarrassed?"

Song Xi smiled and nodded when he was said to be the main thing.

Yuan Bao whispered: "Many people don't meet when they are alive. When they are the most crowded, it turns out to be funerals and burning paper."

With an unabashed sneer in his tone, Song Xi looked at the flames in front of him, and said aloud: "It's still because you are powerful, otherwise, how many people stand here sincerely and get choked?"

Hearing that, Yuan Bao's ridicule in his eyes is even stronger. Everyone is a sensible person, and a group of sensible people are pretending to be confused.

So a lot of things, the fire burned for an hour, Song Xi asked Yuan Bao halfway, "Are they Jiamin not here?"

Yuan Bao replied: "Brother Sheng didn't let them come, lest they have to divide into more gangs."

Song Xi suddenly remembered that her identity was so special that everyone would inevitably have to cover up when meeting each other, which was really troublesome.

After burning the paper, everyone went back to their cars, and George Sheng asked, "Where are you going?"

Song Xi said, "If you drop by, please put me near Zhongyang Road."

Yuan Bao has started the car, and George Sheng said, "Not going back to the hospital?"

Song Xi said, "Buy something and go to work in the afternoon."

After a few seconds of pause, George Sheng said: "I still have some time. Within half an hour of your shopping, we can still send you back to the hospital."

Song Xi thought of Qiao Shuxin, and said hurriedly: "No, you are busy with you, I will just stroll around."

Yuan Bao, who drove in the front seat, sighed secretly. He felt sorry for Song Xi. Didn't you know that if you missed George Sheng's initiative, would you miss a hundred million?

The car left Ningshan Cemetery and drove towards the city. After passing by Zhongzhong Road, Song Xi looked out the window and said, "Yuanbao, please pull over."

Yuan Bao drew to the side with the turn signal. Song Xilin bid farewell to the two before getting out of the car. Yuan Bao smiled and raised his hand, but George Sheng always ignored it.

When the car door was about to be closed, Song Xi suddenly thought of something. He bent down and looked at the person in the back seat and asked, "About what time will you be back at night?"

George Sheng said lightly: "Not sure."

Song Xi said: "Then I will prepare the things, and you will come back to eat by yourself at night, or should I send it to your company after get off work?"

George Sheng's long eyelashes flickered, as usual, "Send it to the company."

Song Xi answered, "Okay."

After that, closed the door and turned to leave.

Yuan Bao looked at George Sheng's face in the rearview mirror. George Sheng didn't say anything, but Yuan Bao had a smile in his eyes.

Song Xi made sure that George Sheng's car drove away, and then he crossed the sidewalk and walked several hundred meters to the Champs Elysees.

When she got to the door, she called Qiao Shuxin, Qiao Shuxin told her where she was. After Song Xi hung up, she went upstairs and came to a closed private room.

Knocked on the door to enter, Song Xi saw Qiao Shuxin, the corners of her lips curled up, and she was about to say hello. Qiao Shuxin in the seat had already got up and said with a smile: "Brother and sister, I will be here so soon."

Hearing that, the smile on Song Xi's face froze immediately, and it was only three seconds later that he said: "Aunt Qiao, you must not call me that."

Qiao Shuxin said without changing her face: "We have known each other for so long. I only learned that you and Zhisheng are in the same family a few days ago. Dongxu's mouth is strict, so I don’t even ask you any questions. In fact, I asked you to call your aunt for so long. You should call me sister."

Qiao Shuxin took Song Xi's hand with a friendly expression and a friendly tone.

Song Xi waved his hand anxiously: "Auntie Qiao, we have known each other for so many years. You have always been an elder in my heart. Besides, I am married to Zhisheng and I am not going to publicize it. So you see... let's follow the original name. , I still call Brother Dong Xu in private."

Qiao Shuxin glanced at Song Xi angrily: "It can be a fool. Regarding seniority, Dong Xu should call you his little aunt... Hey, forget it, you are right, you don’t want outsiders to know about your marriage, then we will be outsiders in the future. It’s the same as before."

Song Xi quickly nodded and agreed: "Yes, yes."

Qiao Shuxin refused to let go of Song Xi's hand and looked at her with straight eyes. A few seconds later, he smiled and said, "You child, you are really blessed. I didn't expect that we would really become a family."

Song Xi tried to laugh with her, and after standing for a long time, she took the initiative to say: "Auntie, sit down, let's sit down and talk."