After saying this, he talked about Grandpa Qi.

"Where will Grandpa Qi and Grandpa Mo live after they come to Beijing?" Song Yun asked.

Qi Monan said, "My grandfather has a courtyard in Beijing. It's smaller than your house on Zhengde Street, but the environment is pretty good and there are more rooms. They will live there first."

Song Yun heard it, "Grandpa Qi, do you want to go to the rest home?"

Qi Mo Nan nodded, "Grandpa Mo must go to the rest home. Grandpa said that it's lonely living alone, and he wants to go to the rest home with Grandpa Mo someday."

Song Yun said, "We've been to a rest home before. The environment there is pretty good, there are a lot of acquaintances there, and there are professional medical staff to take care of us. It's definitely better than living on your own."

Qi Mo Nan shook his head. "This is my grandfather's own idea, provided that he goes to Beijing to handle retirement. If the organization allows him to resume his post, then he will have to live in the compound."

Song Yun raised her eyebrows, "If that's the case, then I'll be harassed by his annoying son every day."

Qi Mo Nan laughed, "They don't dare, nor do they deserve it."

Song Yun thought about the possible situations that might happen in the future, blinked, and smiled playfully, "So when I see them in the future, should I pay attention to them or ignore them?"

Qi Mo Nan really liked Song Yun's smile and wanted to reach out and pinch her face, but he held back. "Ignore them. They are irrelevant. If they dare to provoke you, don't be polite to them." After saying this, Qi Mo Nan wanted to say something else and then added, "This 'they' also includes my aunt's family, who are also ungrateful."

Whenever Qi Monan mentioned his aunt, Song Yun thought of Xiao Wan. She had thrown Xiao Wan's luggage bag on the muddy ground outside, staining many of her clothes. She must have been very angry. What would happen when they met next time?

Oh, I'm kind of looking forward to it.

After dinner, Qi Mo Nan suggested taking a walk to help digest the food before sending her home.

Song Yun did not refuse, and the two walked side by side on the tree-lined street.

It was already mid-December, and the weather in Beijing had become quite cold. There were hardly any pedestrians on the streets, and the wind was so biting that it hurt people's faces.

Qi Mo Nan took out a cashmere scarf from his coat pocket and wrapped it around Song Yun, covering her entire face and nose, leaving only her eyes exposed.

Song Yun recognized this scarf. She brought it from Country Y. She gave one to each person, and naturally Qi Mo Nan also got one.

"Are you cold?" Song Yun asked.

Qi Mo Nan shook his head, "It's hot."

"How is that possible? I see you're not wearing much."

Qi Mo Nan touched his chest and said, "My heart is warm."

Ouch, this cheesy love talk is really a low-level love talk that is greasy and earthy, but why does it sound so touching?

Song Yun turned around, and her hand was suddenly held by a warm big hand, "Xiao Yun."

Song Yun didn't pull her hand away, letting him hold it, and whispered, "Yeah."

"I'm happy." Qi Mo Nan said.

The corners of her mouth, hidden in her scarf, curled up high, and after a while she said to him, "Me too."

The two walked hand in hand for a few steps when someone suddenly came in front of them and Song Yun quickly pulled her hand away.

There's no way around it. Being too intimate in public isn't allowed these days. After all, they're not husband and wife yet.

After that, Qi Mo Nan never found another opportunity to hold Song Yun's hand. Every time he mustered up the courage to hold her hand again, there would always be passers-by passing by, as if it was designed.

"It's snowing." Song Yun stopped and looked up at the tiny snowflakes floating down in the dim circle of street lights.

Qi Mo Nan was afraid that the snowflakes would wet Song Yun's hair and clothes, so he said, "Let it go."