Life With You

Summer nights are only sultry, not cool. Song Xi stays in a constant temperature hospital all year round. In fact, she is afraid of heat, but she can sit on a swing all night.

She doesn't know what she's stubborn, knowing that it doesn't help things, maybe she just wants to change the law, or she will go crazy if she has nowhere to put the sadness.

When the sky was bright and there were cleaning staff in the community, Song Xi got up from the swing, went to the door of the house and looked around again, and then left the community through the back door.

There is a commercial street at the back door, which is not very prosperous, but it is very convenient. Song Xi came to the entrance of a small noodle shop. Because it was too early, there were no customers in the shop, only the boss and the proprietress were sitting at the front desk.

Song Xi stayed up all night, her eyes cried and swollen again, and after Song Yuanqing's accident, she hadn't been here for three or four months. It is estimated that the boss and her husband hadn't recognized her for a while, and asked with the same expressions: "eat What is it?"

Song Xi whispered back: "Beef noodles."

"Can you eat chili?"

"Ok."

Song Xi found a table with her back to the other person and sat down. If she had eaten with Song Yuanqing before, she would have said: "It's so spicy and so vinegar."

I really don't want to talk today, just do it casually.

The water in the pot is boiled, and the noodles are quickly cooked after entering it, and then add a spoonful of braised beef, a handful of green onions and coriander.

The boss personally brought Song Xi over, "Be careful."

Song Xi looked down, "Thank you."

After breaking off the disposable chopsticks, Song Xi lowered her head and stirred her noodles. She hung an electric fan at the top right of her. When the wind blew, wrapped in the fragrant heat from the bowl, she threw herself on her face. After a pause with her hand, her nose was sore instantly. .

Song Xi thought of Song Yuanqing again, and the scene of the two people coming to eat noodles in the morning.

After smoking a napkin, Song Xi raised his hand to wipe her tears. The quality of the paper towels was not very good. Some people were cut. Song Xi sniffed and didn't want to be noticed. So he ate the noodles with the acidity in his mouth and the same taste.

Stomach hurts from hunger, but her heart is filled with panic. Song Xi can't eat after only a few bites, so she leaves the noodle shop for money.

It's just 6:15 and there are not many people on the street. I can occasionally see parents sending their children to school.

Song Xi stood on the side of the road, hesitating about how she was going to go next. She didn't want to go to the hospital, nor did she want to go back to George Sheng. For a moment, Song Xi was shocked to realize that the night city was so big. I'm free to play, now it's all right, let her choose, she doesn't know where to go.

If a person's heart is hurt, his eyes can be irritated. Song Xi saw a father helping her daughter carry a schoolbag. The daughter seemed to be at most six or seven years old. They walked past Song Xi, holding hands together.

The man said: "You listen to the teacher at school, and Dad is free on weekends, so I will take you to Happy Valley."

The little girl immediately jumped and said, "I am obedient. The teacher praised me yesterday."

"Really? That father praised you too, what do you want to eat?"

Song Xi stared at the back of the two of them, and only felt like a jealous woman. She was jealous that the little girl could hold her father's hand openly.

After watching for a few seconds, Song Xi kept his eyes away, as there were pedestrians passing by, he was afraid that others would think she was insane.

But she had an idea in her heart for a moment, who is not her father's heart?

Song Xi stood on the side of the street, waited for a while, and stopped a taxi.

After getting in the car, she said: "Ningwan Fishing Ground."

Ningwan Fishery is on the outskirts of Yecheng, driving past the city center, it takes an hour without traffic jams. Sitting in the back seat, Song Xi was exhausted to the extreme, but closing her eyes only felt that her temples jumped suddenly, but she was not at all sleepy.

Stopping all the way, driving for an hour and 20 minutes, the taxi stopped in front of Ningwan Fishing Ground, Song Xi got off the car for money, checked the time, and then took out his mobile phone and called Ding Huiqin.

The phone was connected, and Song Xi said, "Director Ding, I am sorry to ask you for leave again. I want to take annual leave in advance. Is it convenient for you?"

Ding Huiqin asked, "Is there anything urgent?"

Song Xi frowned while holding the phone.

She didn't want to say it, but some things were said early and late, everyone should know, Song Xi swallowed and choked, and whispered back: "My father's business, I think I have to rest for a few days, otherwise it will affect my work. ."

When Ding Huiqin heard it, it was also an obvious meal, and then she lowered her voice and asked, "How is your father?"

Song Xi endured it again and again, raising her hand to the tip of her nose, tears rolling down her eyes.

Ding Huiqin said quickly: "Don't say anything, let me give you leave. If you want to take a few days, you can take a few days. Don't worry about the hospital. I also look at the fund.

Song Xi's suppressed voice said, "Thank you, Director Ding."

Ding Huiqin sighed, "Thank you, go ahead and call if you need help."

Song Xi answered, and when the phone was hung up, she covered her eyes with the back of her hand, and stood in an empty place sobbing.

After crying, tired of crying, Song Xi took out a tissue to blow his nose, and then walked into the fishing ground.

Over the years, Song Yuanqing and Song Yuanqing depended on each other for life. Song Xi never felt lonely or regrettable, but felt that Song Yuanqing gave her too many good memories.

It may be that she is afraid that she lacks maternal love, so he is both a father and a mother. He is so busy with his work that he can still make a happy time for father and daughter.

Song Xi was taken fishing for the first time by Song Yuanqing when he was eleven years old. This is an activity that tests patience. Generally children can’t sit still, but Song Xijue’s is very interesting, especially when he sees the fish he catches. It became a Chinese meal on her table, which made her feel a sense of accomplishment.

So after that, Song Yuanqing agreed with her that no matter how busy she is, she will have to spare once a month. The two will go out fishing together. It takes a long time for fishing. The father and daughter can exchange questions and achievements in their respective fields. As soon as I heard it, it was like a government meeting to make a report.

Song Xi entered the fishing ground and took the fishing gear that he and Song Yuanqing had stored here. When fishing, Song Yuanqing’s pole was held by the side, as if he was right here, just walked away temporarily, and returned in a while.

At Cuicheng Mountain Villa, George Sheng only went downstairs near noon. He had just returned home last night, and his friend called him out when something happened. He didn't come back until early in the morning.

Glancing at the hallway, he could easily judge whether Song Xi came back and left, or never came back.

Didn't return all night, did she stay there all night?

Her figure remained in his mind for less than five seconds, and George Sheng quickly thought of other things, and was busy until six or seven in the evening.

On the way to leave the company for the appointment, Yuan Bao, who was driving in the front seat, said: "Song Xi went fishing."

George Sheng turned his head slightly and looked forward. Although he did not speak, his expression was obviously questionable.

Yuan Bao continued: "The people who were sent to follow called back, saying that she had taken a taxi to the Ningwan Fishery early in the morning and sat by the lake for a small day. They were afraid of her jumping into the lake, so they didn’t dare to blink. My eyes are sore."

When George Sheng heard the words, the corners of his lips curled up subconsciously, and his handsome face seemed to be dazzled by other flowers blooming.

He said: "Let them rest for a while. Song Xi will not commit suicide. She has to wait for Song Yuanqing to come out."