When she decided to announce this secret to her, Song Yancheng's impulse was strong and urgent. Some inexplicable emotions that started from nowhere even vaguely touched a corner of the truth at one moment. Song Yancheng looked at Li Zhi with a heavy gaze, like a layered cloud. When she waited for her reaction, she could tear open a hole. Whether it was rain, snow or sunshine, there would always be an explanation.

Li Zhi was immersed in complacency and said, "This comment is so realistic."

Song Yancheng: "..."

"I'm happy!"

Those sensitive touch points suddenly fell apart, and Song Yancheng pressed his inner impulse and pulled back two points of reason so that he would not lose control.

Li Zhi had not passed through this kind of popularity and had no time to care about anything else. He hugged his cell phone and went back to his room. Song Yancheng stood there, staring at the door panel for a long time, lowered his head and smiled helplessly.

A child’s mind is just this little future.

Song Yancheng suddenly said to himself, "I'm a little heartless."

Here, Li Zhi's phone number has never been interrupted, from the company, Sister Feng, and the editor. A bunch of so-called industry insiders added on her WeChat 800 years ago have also begun to contact her actively.

Mao Feiyu finally squeezed in with his phone call. Although he couldn't hide his excitement, he still warned: "Don't talk nonsense, don't agree, be humble. Sister Feng informed me that the meeting was held at 8 o'clock tomorrow morning, and the business team also made an emergency in advance, and two new notices came to the door."

Li Zhi covered her cell phone, very tight.

Mao Feiyu has seen wind and waves. He has a bad temper, but he is steady and reliable in his work. He said: "I know, you have been waiting for a long time this day."

Li Zhi doesn't say anything.

"Be careful of arrogance and impetuousness, be calm, don't be drifty, and don't be sad. Believe me, there will be better than this, and if it is not better, it will not be worse than before." Mao Feiyu said.

Li Zhi raised his hand and covered his mouth, his eyes gradually became wet, "Yes."

A peaceful night, Li Zhi was in a calm state, and waited for Mao Feiyu's message at 10 o'clock the next day. The content is very simple:

-The meeting has been opened, I will help you check it. You can rest for two days and wait for the notification.

Li Zhi felt relieved. She and Mao Feiyu had been quarreling for two years, and had arguing and thinking about breaking up. The upward road is always very difficult to walk. The four words "sharing honor and disgrace" sound beautiful, but behind them are all hardships. Mao Feiyu has never been the icing on the cake, but a snowman along the way.

Since he said this, it was reliable. Li Zhi sent Jiang Qikun a private message to express his gratitude again, but he did not go to Weibo again. She changed into a white down jacket and wide-leg jeans. Today, the market cooled down and wore a plush hat. When she opened the room door, she happened to meet Song Yancheng.

Li Zhi: "Huh? You are not going to work today?"

Song Yancheng glanced at her and said, "Go out?"

"Well, I'll be on vacation." Li Zhi said: "I'll go home to see my grandma."

She adjusted her hat with her hands, and two small balls of hair hanging down on her shoulders, making her look pink and tender. Song Yancheng saw her dress like this for the first time, and she couldn't help but look at her again. Just as Li Zhi was about to leave, Song Yancheng couldn't help but speak: "Where is the address?"

"Ah? Ah. The other side of Fuyong District."

"Together." Song Yancheng was quiet and could not see any lies. "Along the way."

Fuyong District is located west of Hai City. The government plans to open a new science and technology district here. I don’t know if it is the year of the monkey and horse month. Old residential buildings are densely packed, and demolition planning is also a difficult task. Grandma has lived here for five years, so Li Zhi certainly doesn’t want to renovate here. The renovation means moving, and the old man is old and inconvenient to make trouble.

After passing Wenchen Mansion, the "stop road" was really smooth. After driving for more than an hour, Song Yancheng stopped the car and held the steering wheel without saying anything. Li Zhi tilted his head and looked at him, "Don't you get off the car?"

Song Yancheng pretended to be noble and said reservedly: "I said it, I just follow the way."

Li Zhi didn't expose it, and knew how to give people a step. He raised his eyebrows and said, "If you go on my way, there is no reason to let you go."

Song Yancheng's thin lips were slightly pursed, and his posture was cold.

Li Zhi shone on his arm and pinched it, "Let's go! Not everyone can taste the honey cakes made by Shang Weilan."

Song Yancheng felt relieved and finally got off the car naturally and asked: "Who is Shang Weilan?"

"My grandma."

“…”

There was no planned parking space in the old building, and Song Yancheng could not drive in the PORSCHE, and the two walked side by side. Song Yancheng couldn't help but say, "You grew up in the Welfare Dean."

Li Zhi said "ah" with a very calm voice, "Yes."

Song Yancheng said frankly that he felt it was inappropriate. The apology came in time, "I'm sorry."

"It's okay." Li Zhi smiled indifferently, "I've seen it a lot."

Song Yancheng was quiet for a moment, and took a few steps to look at her. Li Zhi didn't even have to turn his head, as if he had a heart connected, and knew all his desire to speak. So he took the initiative to say: "I was placed at the gate of the welfare home before I was born, and I don't know what my parents looked like."

Song Yancheng was stunned, and it turned out that her life experience was even more miserable than she thought.

"and you……"

"I don't remember, I don't want to find it, I don't hate it."

Li Zhi was concise and answered everything in eight words.

Song Yancheng could sense it and said that he was calm and thoughtful. He didn't want to sprinkle salt on these old things, so he changed the topic and asked: "Then do you recognize it?"

Li Zhi paused and smiled, "Forget it."

Song Yancheng thought that it was probably because she had sponsored her and she just repayed her kindness.

The two went upstairs, but there was no elevator, but fortunately the second floor was on the second floor. The door opened early, and you could see the fat old man's figure cutting vegetables in front of the stove at a glance in the kitchen.

Li Zhi's voice was clear: "Grandma!"

Shang Weilan responded with a full breath, "Hey!"

Song Yancheng followed into the house, standing upright, calm and calling people in a regular manner: "Hello, Grandma."

Shang Weilan has a kind face and kind heart, kindness and nature, "Walk into the house and sit down, Zhizhi goes to pour water, I will wash apples for you."

He was busy and busy. The old man was steady and looked strong and healthy. Song Yancheng said sincerely: "The old man looked very good."

Li Zhi turned on the teacup on the table and said, "It's not really good. She had three heart surgeries."

Song Yancheng raised his head and was stunned.

Li Zhi's voice and expression are mediocre, and this is true.

In two seconds, Song Yancheng immediately stood up and walked quickly towards the kitchen, "Quickly, rest, I will wash the apples myself."

Li Zhi reacted and turned his head to look at him. After realizing it, he laughed. This man is quite cute and kind-hearted.

Shang Weilan is quite friendly and has simple clothes, old cloth handmade jackets, black cotton shoes, and the only decoration on her body is a pair of jade earrings on her ears. Song Yancheng has some research on jade, and it can be seen at a glance that it is imitation. Li Zhi has no money, and some of them are used for medical treatment and medicine.

Looking at the house again, the cleaning is simple and clean, but the furniture is aging, and the refrigerator in the corner is still the old style of the upper and lower doors more than ten years ago. It can be seen that the conditions for the sponsor are not good.

Ms. Shang Weilan is not like the taciturn old people, but she is a talkative person. She is not at odds with Song Yancheng, and each of them chews one apple. "Don't be polite, Xiao Song, you have an apple a day, and the doctor won't come to me."

Song Yancheng smiled and said, "Then you eat more."

Shang Weilan smiled silly, and then quietly told him, "I don't believe it either. Zhizhi believes it. Did you see that the two boxes were bought by her. I'm worried about it every day."

Song Yancheng nodded, "She is stupid."

Shang Weilan nodded, "Correct."

Li Zhi was not satisfied, "You two colluded and said bad things to me."

One old and one young man spoke in unison, "It's the truth."

Song Yancheng monk Wei Lan was so happy after he finished speaking. Li Zhi almost overturned the table to protest, "Who is your granddaughter?"

Shang Weilan really doesn't like eating apples, so she took the opportunity to sell miserable things and muttered, "I don't want to eat apples anymore." After that, she got up and went into the kitchen to prepare lunch.

"You say less." Song Yancheng pulled her sleeve at the right time, "You are not her granddaughter."

"?" Li Zhi transferred the artillery fire, "This brother, do you want to argue, right?"

Song Yancheng looked at her, smiled implicitly, his eyebrows and eyes were pleasant, and he whispered: "You are the queen of the movie."

"..." Li Zhi blushed and his heartbeat, and he had the urge to dizzy. The surname Song was ignorant of human affairs and had a new experience against her.

Song Yancheng is a thick-skinned man. He can be as if nothing has happened after he is arguing with others. He quickly starts a new topic: "Your grandma seems to have a good impression of me."

Li Zhi first gave him a candy, "remove the 'as if'."

Song Yancheng was coaxed to the point of being comfortable and complacent. Li Zhi glanced at him, caught his expression, and fed him a piece of stinky tofu, "What are you doing with such a smug smile? You're not asking you to be her grandson-in-law."

Only a faint smile remained, and Song Yancheng had a rare moment to get on the trap.

Li Zhi was euthanized, tilted his head and compared him with a YE.

After a while, he said again: "There are exchanges between etiquette."

"Um?"

"Don't I look like your grandpa's first love? I told my grandma that I know a man, a handsome man, tall and handsome, and looks a bit like Qi Zhengguo."

"Who is Qi Zhengguo?"

"My grandma's first love."

Song Yancheng almost came up in one breath, and it was Li Zhiben Li who was vengeful.

Li Zhi slipped to the kitchen to help, and Song Yancheng was left to receive a critical strike on the second company on the sofa.

Shang Weilan didn't even have to look back and asked directly while cutting the ginger slices: "I'm so happy to laugh."

Li Zhi rubbed her face, "No."

"He's a young man." Shang Weilan sighed in a short voice, "Are you chasing you?"

"..." Li Zhi was hit critically, "No!"
To be continued...