After knowing the truth, Su Beibei would occasionally think of the boy who also lost his father overnight but still knelt down to beg her for forgiveness.
I wonder what happened to the homeless mother and son after they sold their house at a low price? Did that seemingly elegant and proud boy, through self-improvement, grow up to be a remarkable man? Or did he get caught up in life, drop out of school early, and become a nobody?
When Su Beibei met 29-year-old Li Li again, she could no longer recognize him.
At 29, Li Li has grown up like a completely different person, no trace of his youth remains. He has endured the most hardships and suffered the greatest injustices, but the hardships of life have not broken his pride.
He was like a bamboo shoot breaking through the soil and growing into a towering bamboo.
Su Beibei couldn't help but reach out and stroke Li Li's eyebrows. She felt a little sorry for Li Li.
"I'm sorry. I forgive you."
Li Li, who was sleeping, felt someone touching him. He smiled, reached out and took Su Beibei into his arms, holding her hand to prevent her from moving.
"sleep!"
Su Beibei was lost in thought for a long time and finally fell asleep.
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Song Ci stayed in Gmunden for a few days and then returned to his country with Han Zhan.
Han Zhan hadn't touched any work during his honeymoon, but upon returning home, he immediately threw himself into a lot of work. With only a dozen days until the wedding, Song Ci also became busy.
Her wedding dress and evening gown were all modified, and Song Ci found a time to go to the store to finalize her makeup and styling for the wedding day.
The next day, Song Ci distributed the wedding invitations to her close friends and relatives. That night, Song Ci sat on a chair in the restaurant, her chin resting on one hand, staring blankly at the only remaining light purple wedding invitation on the table.
As if she had finally made up her mind, Song Ci stood up, picked up the invitation and went upstairs. She stuffed the invitation into her bag, took a shower, and went to bed early.
Han Zhan didn't come back until after twelve o'clock. Seeing that Song Ci was asleep, he didn't even take a shower. He lay down beside Song Ci with his clothes on and fell asleep with her.
The next morning, Song Ci woke up to the sound of Han Zhan taking a shower. She sat up and stared at Han Zhan in the bathroom, peeking openly. Han Zhan finished his shower quickly, and came out with a towel tied around his neck. He explained to her, "I didn't want to wake you up last night, so I didn't take a shower."
Han Zhan took off his bath towel, put on his trousers, and said, "I have a lot of work to do, so I won't have breakfast with you. Remember to eat on time."
"Okay, Han."
Song Ci kissed Han Zhan.
Han Zhan put on his shirt and then his vest. He suddenly said, "The temperature will drop significantly next month."
Song Ci: "Yes."
Han Zhan: "It's time to wear sweaters." He still misses Song Ci's handmade sweater.
Song Ci smiled helplessly, "I've been busy these past few days because I have to personally oversee the wedding. After the wedding, I'll knit you a few sweaters, okay?"
"good!"
Han Zhan asked for a good morning kiss and went to work.
Song Ci made herself a green and healthy breakfast, carefully selected her clothes, and went out on time at nine o'clock.
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This is a spacious piano room on the top floor. Floor-to-ceiling windows surround the room, and the gradient, transparent gauze curtains flutter in the wind. The room is quite empty, housing only a simple grand piano and an antique-quality guzheng.
In the morning light, standing by the north French window, a barefoot man in a pure white robe stood. His long black hair was pinned atop his head with a black jade hairpin, and his face was round and smooth, like mutton-fat jade, warm and beautiful.
If you look closely at this man's face, you can see the faint traces of time, but his elegance and leisurely detract from the cruelty and ruthlessness of time.
He held a violin in his left hand, and his right, as white as jade, grasped a bow with the Chinese character "北" (North) carved into it. The melodious sound of the violin rang out, cleansing the soul to the very ears.
Birds are singing non-stop in the big tree outside the window.
The sound of the piano, the sound of the wind, and the singing of birds come together, which is the most joyful sound produced by nature.
Song Ci sat in the car, looking up at the man standing by the window, her eyes slightly warm. "Teacher..."
After practice, Shen Yubei put away his violin and walked out of the piano room barefoot. He came downstairs and heard the housekeeper say, "Mr. Shen, do you have any friends coming to visit today?"
Shen Yubei took the coffee from the housekeeper and walked towards the courtyard, saying as he walked: "No, why, did someone call you?" As the most famous violinist and well-known musician in the world, there are always a group of people who want to visit Shen Yubei every day.
If one could gain Shen Yubei's favor and send his children to be his students, it would be a great honor for his ancestors.
The housekeeper said, "No, I saw a car parked at the door and thought it was your friend visiting, so I asked."
Hearing this, Shen Yubei suddenly changed the direction of his feet and walked towards the gate with his coffee. He walked through the courtyard and came to the gate, and sure enough, he saw a car parked at the gate.
That was the Aoyu No. 1 smart electric car. Shen Yubei also bought one, but it will not be delivered until next week.
Shen Yubei walked into the car body and said to the people in the car: “Friends.”
Hearing Shen Yubei's voice, Song Ci's back tensed up. She gripped the steering wheel tightly, a little at a loss. Shen Yubei walked to the driver's seat, he bent down slightly and looked into the car. "This is a private residence, no parking..."
Song Ci suddenly raised her head and looked at Shen Yubei with a blushing face. "Teacher..." She called teacher very softly.
Seeing Song Ci's face, Shen Yubei suddenly fell silent.
He looked at Song Ci deeply, then suddenly straightened up and said expressionlessly, "Miss, this is a private residence, please move your car."
At this time, the housekeeper also came over. "Mr. Shen, what happened?"
Shen Yubei held the coffee, turned around and said to the housekeeper: "Miss, please move the car away, this is not a parking lot." After that, he returned to the house with the coffee.
The butler bent down and was about to ask Song Ci to move away, but when he lowered his eyes and saw Song Ci's face, the butler was stunned on the spot.
"Are you... Miss Song?" Although they haven't seen each other for many years, Song Ci's appearance has changed a lot from her teenage years, but Song Ci has been very famous in Wangdong City in recent years, and the housekeeper knows Song Ci.
The housekeeper knew better how important Song Ci was in Mr. Shen's heart. Mr. Shen loved Song Ci very much. He had been paying attention to Song Ci's situation over the years. He must have hoped that Song Ci would come back to him.
It’s just that Mr. Shen is arrogant and refuses to admit that he cares about Song porcelain.
After all, Song Ci gave up the violin on her own initiative, which made Mr. Shen extremely disappointed.
Song Ci nodded to the housekeeper and called out, "Uncle Liang."
"It's really Miss Song!" Butler Liang looked back at the white shadow in the yard. He frowned in embarrassment and said to Song Ci, "Miss Song, your teacher is angry. Look..."
"Uncle Liang, don't worry. I can handle this myself." Song Ci opened the car door, took her bag, and walked towards the gate.
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