The next day, before returning to Nancheng from Shanghai, Lu Yao had already read on the front page of her mobile phone the news that "the eldest lady of the Song family in Kyoto has done extraordinary things and smashed 6 million pieces for a red sandalwood folding fan" on the front page of her mobile phone.
Most of them are repetitive feelings and inflammatory words. What interests Lu Yao a little is the publication of song Ran's donation data in the past decade.
It turns out that six million is nothing to her.
This is consistent with song Ran's rather indifferent sentence "all of them are to be donated" after Lu Yao's questioning last night.
With some emotion, she poked Shao Yunchen's shoulder with her mobile phone, reached out and handed it over, "how many Miss Song are there in the world?"
Shao Yunchen took the mobile phone, glanced at it roughly, and then returned it with a faint smile: "this is the only Luyao in the world."
Lu Yao took a look at him, a little angry, "you know I didn't mean that."
Shao Yunchen can naturally guess the meaning of her words, only about the various things between Song ran and Shang Rui. As an outsider, he is not good to comment too much.
However, he believes that the influence brought by the original family is enough to cause the situation that song ran and Shang Rui can not be integrated.
Lu Yao, who blurted out her words, suddenly remembered what song ran said yesterday. She did not need sympathy from others, so she stopped talking in time and waved her hand to signal the topic to pass by. "Forget it, let's go there and sit down."
Shao Yunchen held his breath, and followed Lu Yao.
On the other side, song ran, who just boarded the private plane, also saw the relevant news records from the mobile phone handed over by her assistant. She was tired of dealing with it. She sat in the soft leather sofa and held her eyebrow bone in one hand to eliminate fatigue. At the same time, she handed her mobile phone back. "You can handle this matter by yourself. Don't ask me."
In the past, song ran didn't like being reported by the media in a way she didn't know. No matter whether the content is true or not, today, she seems to be really tired.
"OK."
The assistant who had noticed all this withdrew, leaving her plenty of private space.
Lying on the sofa for a while, when the plane landed, I received a call from my mother, telling her to go back to song's house for dinner after finishing what she was doing.
Did not think about it should come down, did not expect to go back, shangrui is also in.
When song ran steps into the house, the food in the kitchen is ready. Father and husband are sitting on the sofa chairs on both sides of the living room, facing the chessboard set up in front of each other.
When the servant took the bag and the windbreaker from her hand, she raised her foot and went around the living room. Yu Guangchao took a glance at the deadlock on the chessboard, and then, as if joking, gently hooked his lips, "how come you haven't learned something from my father for so many years."
When he came back from Shanghai, he could still call him "my father" as if he had nothing to do with it. Everything inside and outside was satirical. In the face of such a calm and sharp song ran, Shang Rui had already seen nothing strange.
He also followed with a smile, along the front of the story, "I admit defeat. If you don't have a good skill, you will be defeated. "
Looking at the chess pieces that are about to be eaten, shangrui gets up from the sofa and looks at the woman next to him with light and soft light when he arranges his shirt. It seems that he has to ask his wife to go out of the mountain to save some thin noodles for me
Between the electric light and flint, two people look at each other shallowly and sip their lips. If there is no smile, it seems that they are confronting something. Those who don't know the truth will mistakenly think that it is just the deep feeling between husband and wife.
In a moment's staring at each other, song ran lifted her feet, crossed the man beside her, sat down on the sofa, and bent over to help her father tidy up the new chessboard.
Song Ran's chess skills were taught by his father as soon as he was free. Therefore, he had his old man's style. He was relatively calm and restrained, but his layout was meticulous.
Compared with Shang Rui, who is aggressive and adventurous in chess, he always has more patience.
But father and daughter play chess, the mind is not all on this chessboard. Before the restaurant calls for dinner, shangrui is not easy to leave, so he sits down on the chair next to him and becomes a spectator leisurely.
The mobile phone in his pocket was shaken several times, but he did not go to see it. When he reached out to take the warm water from the servant's hand, he suddenly heard the old man song start a new topic.
"I heard that you made a big show in Shanghai this time?" His eyes were still fixed on the chessboard when he spoke, and his tone was very casual. He didn't seem to be in a hurry to prove anything.
Song ran pushed a piece of chess on the upper reaches of the chessboard. Hearing his words, he said, "don't you usually don't like to watch those impractical lace news?"
Song's mother had just finished her beauty salon upstairs. When she got down to the last floor of the stairs, she happened to hear the conversation. She took the fruit plate from the servant on the right way and delivered it to her in person.
The fruit tray is placed in front of shangrui, and at the same time, he responds: "your father didn't read the news to know."
Shang Rui holds the water cup in his hand and listens to the crisp percussion on the chessboard. Song Lao takes the lead in eating one of song Ran's pieces, and at the same time, he takes the next quarrel.
"It's an old friend of mine. When you were young, I took you to a single family in Shanghai in Jinling. I don't know if you have any impression."Song ran gazed, and then ate a chess piece of song Lao, and then responded: "no impression."
Unable to understand the war situation, but inexplicably liked the atmosphere, song Mu unconsciously raised her tone a little bit, then joked and said, "Xiaoran was only two or three years old at that time. I remember it was the little son of the single family who passed his first year old. How could she remember that?"
Here, song ran didn't seem to hear anything duanni, but after listening to her mother's words, she couldn't help looking up at her and smiling mildly, "is it true?"
Recalling the topic of previous years, song's mother's thoughts also follow in her memory, as if to think of something funny. "The younger son of a single family has a great show when he is one year old. When he is in charge of the week, people around the garden want to see what he can catch. As a result, you go up without saying a word and take away all the things they like best. The youngest son doesn't do it Your legs are crying... "
When it comes to the events of that year, the mother of Song Dynasty is reminiscent.
But song ran listened to this, but his expression collapsed. He took a look in the direction of his mother, and then turned to look at his father, "really?"
In fact, song ran did not doubt the authenticity of the story described by his mother. Although this ridiculous behavior is not related to her present self, song ran was not born with such temperament, and had a carefree childhood.
On the other side, after listening to his daughter's inquiry, Mr. Song seemed to fall into some kind of memory. After slightly adjusting his sitting posture, he waved his hand, "that was a long time ago."
When the family recalls the past, Shang Rui inevitably becomes an outsider.
It seems that no one else cares about his feelings, and no one will deliberately lead his words to him. In the past, when he was young, he tried his best to follow his smile. However, in shangrui's memory, that experience was also a long time ago.
He didn't want to mention that memory, and he was happy to stay away from it now.
Time passed quietly. About half an hour later, song ran stared at the pawns on the chessboard and gently hooked his lips, "it seems that I am not Dad's opponent either."
She was quite calm and never denied it.
Song ran for so many years, the only man he admired and admired, the only man who wanted to rely on quietly at a helpless moment, was his own father.
Song laofangruo recognized the meaning of her words, and when she lifted her eyes, a pair of eyes were not so clear and penetrating with sharp light.
He pushed the pieces on the board, and then stood up on the armrest of the sofa. "You are my daughter, of course not my opponent."
They are a father daughter relationship. The father will support and protect his daughter all his life, and how can he be willing to become an opponent with her.
After getting up, he orders to prepare for dinner. With the help of his mother song, he goes to the restaurant. Shangrui raises his feet and follows him. In the living room, only song Ran is still sitting there, looking up at the back of his parents' leaving, while his mind is still echoing his father's words.
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