There were no three characters "Cen Bowen" in Kang Ying's letter, so it was impossible to compare the handwriting.

This letter from Cen Bowen has one.

After careful comparison, Song Yiyi found that it was not him.

Cen Bowen's name appeared more than once in the letter, and the strokes had distinct characteristics, different from those on the envelope.

No clues can be found.

Song Yiyi put the notebook back somewhat disappointedly.

I thought there would be a result today, but things turned out to be so complicated.

As soon as I stood up, I felt dizzy.

Along with it came a scene that flashed through my mind.

Under the big tree in the military family compound, a hand stretched out in front of her, and handed her the notebook with the novel written on it.

Just a moment.

It was so fast that she almost couldn't catch it.

Song Yiyi still grasped the key points: the woman's hands, the little leather shoes, and the skirt!

And...laughter.

So the contents of the notebook were written by someone and then given to the original owner?!

But the original owner did not have this memory.

There are only two possibilities.

Or she forgot.

Or...it didn't really happen?!

It's not a memory, it's a warning?

The more Song Yiyi thought about it, the weirder it seemed, and she couldn't help but feel a chill on her back.

At this time, footsteps were heard outside the door.

Song Yiyi quickly calmed herself down and put the box back in its place.

"Yiyi."

Cai Mengjun's voice.

Song Yiyi quickly responded: "Coming."

She left the room and looked at the two people who were dressed neatly.

The top is even the same color.

You can tell at first glance that it was carefully matched by Cai Mengjun.

Song Minghui, holding an enamel basin, glanced at her and said, "You said you'd come for lunch at noon, but your mom and I kept waiting for you and you still weren't there. Did you oversleep again?"

Song Yiyi nodded, "Yeah, yes."

Song Minghui: “…”

How can you be so confident?

"Mom, sit down."

Song Yiyi was about to pour tea with the cup in hand, but was stopped by Cai Mengjun, "Yiyi, no need to pour water. Your father and I are going out for a while and will leave right away."

Song Minghui cleared his throat and said in a high-handed manner, "Your mother was afraid that you would be hungry, so she insisted on coming over to bring you food. Look at you, you're such an adult, but you're still a worry to me."

Cai Mengjun quickly tugged at Song Minghui's clothes and added with a smile, "Your father is worried about you too. He cooks all the meals and leaves them specially for you."

Song Minghui looked embarrassed and wanted to retort.

Song Yiyi walked over and opened the lid, sniffed and exclaimed: "Wow, Old Song, your stew is truly amazing!"

Song Yiyi wanted to laugh.

Why are the people around her so twisted? One is her father, the other is Cen Yue, both of them can compete.

Song Minghui wanted to laugh at the compliment, but also felt a little annoyed: "What are you talking about? You think you can compare to Old Song?"

Song Yiyi spread her hands indifferently, "That's not the point. Tell me, are you two going out on a date?"

She looked at him with scrutiny and a hint of gossip.

Song Minghui's ears suddenly turned red.

Cai Mengjun was more frank than him and nodded, "Yes, there's a new movie coming out recently that I want to see. I plan to go see it while your dad and I are still in the city."

Song Yiyi said jokingly, "Dad, you're quite romantic! Go ahead."

She actually likes Cai Mengjun like this.

Song Yiyi feels that even if he becomes a father, he should focus more on his own feelings.

After all, the children are grown up, and there is nothing wrong with parents enjoying life.

It’s not wrong, we should give more encouragement.

"Yiyi, if you have nothing to do, come with us..."