It was drizzling when he woke up in the morning, and the autumn wind was a little chilly. Lin Lu put on another piece of clothing before going downstairs.

Today is Saturday and Lin Jingbei has no classes, but because he is obsessed with studying the car, he went there early in the morning.

Song Chen has not been at the brick factory and the juice factory for the past two months. Although Song Zidong is overseeing many things, some very important decisions are waiting for him to make when he returns.

This means there is a lot more work to do on the table.

Song Chen was busy from 7:30 in the morning until 12 o'clock before he could take a break, and he had to go to the juice factory in the afternoon.

After the first batch of goods came out, Song Chen distributed them to small shops in the town and also collected their feedback.

Everyone has a high recognition for this juice and hopes that he will develop a few more flavors.

——

Lin Lu had nothing to do at home, so he started thinking about how to write this letter.

I heard that my brother fell ill because he missed his family too much. If I were to write to him in Song Chen’s voice, what would I say?

I wrote the words "Hello, brother" on a piece of letter paper, but found something was not right, so I tore up the paper, crumpled it up and threw it into the trash can. I did this over and over again, tearing up more than ten pages in a row.

What exactly should I say?

Lin Lu thought about it for a long time but still had no clue, so he just sat at the desk in a daze for the whole morning.

At noon, Song Chen came home for lunch and asked her what she had done in the morning. Lin Lu pointed to the waste paper in the trash can and showed it to him.

"What's going on?"

Lin Lu lowered his head: "I don't know what to write." It seemed like he shouldn't have taken on this task.

"What about you? If it were you, how would you usually write it?"

Song Chen shook his head. He hadn't thought it through yet.

Lin Lu asked again, "Does Feng Heng have any requests?"

Song Chen: "No, he just asked me to write a letter. Maybe he wanted to ease the pain of missing you?"

Otherwise, Song Chen wouldn't know what she was going to do.

But there is one thing, because they only heard Feng Heng's one-sided statement about this matter, they cannot be sure whether it is true or not.

That person would not let them know Lin Cheng's exact location. If they wanted to find out the truth, it seemed that this was the only way, and they could only slowly test it through the letter.

"Do you have any secret code with Brother Lin Cheng?" Song Chen asked.

Lin Lu thought carefully about his childhood memories of his brother and found that they had become much more vague. Also, because he had been lying down for a few years, his brain nerves were more or less affected. What happened to his brother was so long ago, so long ago that it seemed like something that happened in his previous life.

"I can't remember."

Song Chen: "Think about it carefully. Didn't you play games of beating the devils when you were little?"

Games? It seems that the brother and sister never played any games alone. When they were young, they played with the other children in the village.

Lin Lu recalled again and again, and finally remembered a little bit. "Do you remember the game of hide-and-seek we played before? It's raining, Mom and Dad are not at home, I have to hide well and don't let the bad guys find me."

Song Chen naturally remembered it, "But this can't be written in as our code."

Lin Lu: “Just make it up.”

Song Chen: "Okay, let's edit it together when I come back tonight."

Lin Lu: "Do you think we should send gifts to the children?"

You could also hide something in the gift.

Song Chen: "Let's talk about it later, after we receive a reply from Brother Lin Cheng."

Lin Lu remained skeptical: "Will she let the letter reach us?"

Song Chen: "I think so. After all, she and I are now connected by the same thread. As long as there is nothing strange in the letter, she should give it to us."

This is just Song Chen's guess. After all, Feng Heng is a lunatic, and no one knows what is going on in her mind.

Lin Lu: "How do you know she has a child? Do you have an insider in Kyoto?" Suddenly she remembered what he said before.

Song Chen: "What do you mean by an insider? It just so happens that one or two comrades are over there."

It was just a coincidence that all the news about that woman was passed on to him.

Song Chen had things to do at the factory this afternoon. He took a step forward with his left foot and then retracted it. "I have to go to work. Did you forget to give me something?"

Lin Luyi's expression: "Did I take anything from you?"

Song Chen narrowed his eyes, "Really forgot?"

Fortunately, he still remembered that he didn't give her the necklace.

Lin Lu really couldn't remember and wanted to make something up, but he was worried about offending people with the wrong answer. Lin Lu smiled ingratiatingly: "Brother, can you give me a little hint?"

Song Chen pulled away the sleeve that she was holding down. "I'm not your brother. I'll give you an afternoon to think about it. I'll come back tonight and want to hear your answer."

Then, he waved his sleeves and not a cloud was left behind.

Lin Luke was really confused.

What on earth did she owe him?

——

At the brickyard.

Li Jinyang and his companions, who were not seen yesterday, showed up today.

When those people arrived at the brick factory, they found that their previous jobs had been taken over by others. Song Chen's cousin even said that they were fired and asked them to leave.

A few people were dissatisfied. Why should they be allowed to leave? They were also Song Chen's relatives.

So he went to Song Chen and asked for justice.

"Director, although you are the boss, we are also your wife's cousins. It would be wrong to fire us while we are away."

Song Chen looked up from the table, somewhat confused as to who had given these people the courage to come here and threaten him.

"so what."

So, “We’re going to get back to work.”

After searching for half a month, I turned over the old lady's former house and even her grave, but still found nothing.

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