Jiang Rufeng looked back and forth between the two of them for a few seconds before he smiled and said, "With such a deep relationship, it doesn't matter if we get married early or late."
"Uncle is right." Han Zhan started to talk nonsense. He said, "The first time I saw Song Ci, I fell in love with her at first sight and couldn't wait to take her home. When you really like someone, you are always thinking about how to marry her."
Jiang Shifeng grew up abroad, so he was not surprised by Han Zhan's frequent confessions.
He nodded in agreement and said, "You're right."
Seeing that Song Ci and Han Zhan were truly in love and in harmony, Jiang Rufeng felt relieved. At this moment, the assistant came upstairs, stood behind Han Zhan and the others, and said, "Three guests, dinner is ready."
"Let's go and eat."
The dining table in the Kleiman family is rectangular and covered with a white tablecloth. In the middle of the table is a blue vase filled with flowers grown at home.
Jiang Shifeng told Song Ci, "This dining table has quite a history. It's almost as big as Coleman himself. Coleman is very nostalgic and the table should have been replaced long ago, but he has been reluctant to do so. Even the tablecloth was chosen by his mother when she was alive."
Kleiman can't accept big changes in his life. He likes to use old things. He can't bear to replace pots and pans, dining tables and chairs, and even the old landline phone at home.
Actually, there is nothing wrong with this.
Kleiman was very quiet when he ate and never spoke. Because he couldn't see, his food was prepared by his assistant in advance.
Song Ci noticed that Kleinman hardly ate any meat, and his plate was full of vegetables.
Jiang Shifeng also noticed it.
Even though they hadn't seen each other for fifteen years, Coleman still knew his old friend's habits very well. Jiang Shifeng cut a piece of sausage and secretly placed it on Coleman's plate.
Song Ci happened to see this scene and thought that after Coleman tasted the sausage, he would most likely spit it out. But unexpectedly, after Coleman realized that the food in his mouth was sausage, he just frowned helplessly in the direction of Jiang Rufeng.
Jiang Rufeng knew that Coleman disliked the taste of sausage, so he quickly said to Coleman, "You need to eat some meat. If you are picky about food, your mother will be unhappy."
When Coleman heard this, he kept muttering, "Mom said it's wrong to be picky about food, Mom said it's wrong to be picky about food." After repeating this twice, Coleman forced himself to swallow the sausage.
Song Ci was impressed by Jiang Shifeng's ease in convincing Coleman to eat the sausage. As expected, as long-time friends, Jiang Shifeng always found the best way to deal with Coleman.
After dinner, Kleinman locked himself in the piano room to practice, refusing to see anyone.
It was time for Song Ci and Han Zhan to go back, so Jiang Shifeng personally saw them off.
Standing in front of the Coleman family's house, Song Ci asked Jiang Shifeng: "When will my uncle come back?"
Jiang Rufeng smiled and said, "I'm retired and have nothing to do recently, so I plan to live here for a while." Like Song Ci, Jiang Shifeng was also worried about his old friend Coleman, and he planned to live with Coleman like this.
Song Ci asked curiously, "Will my aunt have any objections?"
Unexpectedly, Jiang Rufeng said, "I'm divorced."
"ah?"
Jiang Rufeng has let go of his failed marriage, so he was very calm when talking about it.
He told Song Ci: "Your aunt is a cellist and my first love. After we got married, we lived a very happy married life. Later, due to my own reasons, our relationship gradually drifted apart and ended in divorce."
"So... do I have any cousins?"
Jiang Rufeng still shook his head, "No, we are a DINK family."
Hearing this, Song Ci stopped asking questions. "Okay, uncle, I'm going to participate in the Queen Elizabeth Violin Competition in two months. I hope you can go and cheer me on then."
"I wish you victory in advance!"
"Thank you, uncle. We will be returning to Rome tomorrow, uncle. I look forward to our next meeting."
"good."
Jiang Shifeng and Song Ci hugged each other and watched them walk away along the narrow stone path before returning to Coleman's house.
He stood at the door of Coleman's piano room and subconsciously stopped when he heard the piano music coming from inside. Coleman was now deaf, and the music he played was intermittent, like a child just learning the piano.
When I thought about the world-famous piano master who could only hide in the piano room and play at the level of a child learning to play the piano, my heart felt like it was being tightly grasped by an invisible hand, and I was in great pain.
He looked down at his stiff fingers, deep sorrow in his eyes.
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After Song Ci and Han Zhan returned to Rome, they took their two children and Yan Qingxiu on a trip to Switzerland.
They played until the day before Cecilio and Su Huanyan's wedding, then hurried back to Rome.
The Yan Jiangs and Arangs were both arriving today, their flights arriving forty minutes later than Song Ci's. After arriving at the airport, the Song Ci family found a coffee shop and sat down, waiting to meet up with Song Fei and her family.
Han Miao was a little airsick and fell asleep directly in Han Zhan's arms, and Han Zhan fell asleep as well.
Han Jun and Yan Qingxiu sat together, working on a Rubik's Cube. Song Ci watched Han Jun work on the Cube for a while, then looked up and saw Song Fei and the others.
“They’re coming!”
Song Ci's voice woke Han Zhan up.
Han Zhan hugged Han Miao tightly in his arms, and when he looked up, he saw Song Fei and his group. He stared at the group and found that someone was missing, so he asked Song Ci: "Cheng Yanmo didn't come this time?"
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