She reacted with palpitation, grabbed the woman who was about to leave and asked, "When I went abroad, there was no problem. How could everyone die?"
"It is not normal for ten people to go to seven old."
The woman looked at Song Guan and sighed, "It’s also quite poor. When people left, relatives and friends helped with the funeral, and there was no man who could be in charge at home. The cemetery was demolished last month, and the ashes of two old mouths were not taken out. This matter almost ignored the news."
Song Guan didn’t expect this to happen.
When Su Yan came over, she happened to hear the middle-aged woman say, "I heard his relatives say that there was a daughter who was married and went abroad. Her parents died and she didn’t come back to take care of herself."
"Shi Mu" Su Yan interrupted each other by words.
It’s like Song Guan didn’t hear the other party say that the unfilial daughter was herself and asked, "Do you know where that child named Lu Anqi went?"
The woman shook her head. "I have lived here for more than a year and have never heard of this man."
"…" Song guan slowly let go.
At this time, a young man appeared at the front door of the house. It was Meng Hao who shouted at the middle-aged woman and saw a man and a woman standing at the door of the Song family.
"I’ll go back" Middle-aged women should leave the door of Song family.
Meng Mu came home and was asked who the two men were.
"It’s estimated that it’s a distant relative of the Song family," Meng Mu said while washing his hands in front of the sink. "They don’t know about the death of the old lady of the Song family. It seems that they are dressed like rich people who just asked me if I knew Liu Anqi’s Song family."
Meng Hao said, "Didn’t you tell them that there were still people in the Song family who lived in Qingcheng Nancheng?"
Meng Mu listened to one leng, "I forgot to be asked by them just now." He said, "I’ll tell them about it."
When she went out, there was no one in front of the Song family.
Song Guan, who went back to Nancheng High-speed Railway, watched the night scene all the way, and his mood was not high.
For a long time, she withdrew her eyes and said, "Su Yan, do you think this looks like retribution?"
Su Yan sat next to me and didn’t know what to do.
Song Guan said to himself, "I have followed your teacher abroad for years, and I have been indifferent to the situation at home. I have a heart of stone, and God has played such a big joke on me."
"More than one billion people in the state will not be unable to find a suitable kidney source for Yiyang." Su Yan paused and said, "Even direct relatives may not necessarily succeed in matching."
Song Guan couldn’t say a word of relief when he thought of his illness.
She and her husband had a checkup several years ago.
Unfortunately, the matching results are not ideal.
This evening, Song Guan left Yu Raogang with the news of his mother’s daughter’s death. After receiving the news that his son had a sudden high fever again, he had to buy a high-speed rail ticket overnight and return to Beijing.
It was also the same night that the whole Song Dynasty was taken by Yu Tingchuan to see a drama.
In a movie theater, the audience is thirty years old.
There are few young people in their early twenties.
Song Qingcheng has always felt that people who can sit quietly and watch the drama for two hours should be as rich as those who like to listen to concerts, unlike those who occasionally burst into laughter when watching Li Touying in the cinema.
Sitting on her left is a gentle man with glasses.
At first glance, it is that kind of knowledge.
Soon the lights were dark and the stage was as bright as day.
The stage drama is an adaptation of mutiny from Herman Walker’s award-winning novel. Song Qingcheng saw this information from her brochure.
Before the end of World War II, the almost scrapped battleship Kane encountered a strong typhoon in the South Pacific when it was carrying out a battle. Captain Queequeg and vice captain and executive officer Marek had serious differences as if to avoid typhoon, so the most famous mutiny event in the history of the US Navy broke out.
There is not a female role in the whole play.
More than two hours and two scenes are like a court debate.
This kind of man play didn’t make Song Qingcheng feel chatting.
Looking at it with relish, her right hand was gently held in the audience, and the light was dim. Song Qingcheng still turned to look at it, and then evoked the lip angle to re-enter the stage.
After the drama, it still leaves people wanting more.
When I left the theater, Song Qingcheng was hugged by Yu Tingchuan and walked up the steps. When I heard others discussing the drama, Song Qingcheng turned his head and commented, "My drama is boring, but I didn’t expect it to be good. Do you often come to see the drama?"
"Occasionally, there will be just a few meetings to come and have a look."
Yu Tingchuan asked her, "Do you like watching plays?"
Song Qingcheng nodded, "There is more depth than shadows. I like babies, and I definitely like them." Then she put her hand on her belly and bowed her head and asked, "Don’t you think so, baby?"
Yu Tingchuan heard a smile. "Can the child answer you now?"
"Well, although he can’t talk yet, our mother has told me that she likes watching topics with her father."
See the whole Song Dynasty telling a serious story. Yutingchuan’s eyes are vertical and her waist is tightened. "Since I like it, I will come with my parents a few times more."
Song Qingcheng listened to him and said,’ Mom and Dad’ was filled with sweetness. "What should I do if Dad is so busy and always runs to the theater?"
"This is about asking its mother."
Men seem to be spoiled in their sighs.
Song Qingcheng smiled. "My mother recognizes that my father still has to work hard to save milk powder, and my mother has to rely on my father to earn money for the time being."
Yutingchuan looked down at her eyes and eyebrows and seemed to smile.
Then the whole song dynasty raised his fingertips and touched the corner of his eye. "Some crow’s feet are very attractive."
"Don’t you feel old?" Yutingchuan held her hand.
"No," Song Qingcheng smiled. "I like it very much because it is particularly manly."
No matter how he changes, he is the one in his heart.
Once she felt that every day passed by.
But now I want to be with Yu Tingchuan. Every day is a quiet day.
On the penultimate day of April, a parent mobilization meeting was held in No.3 Middle School. Although Song Qingcheng hoped that Master Zhao would help attend, it was another person who appeared in the classroom that afternoon.
Song whole sitting outside the teaching building flower bed edge or not white open hengyuan boss how to her parents’ meeting so heart at spare specially come over.