After Song Huihai returned to the table, he continued drinking with his two sons.
However, his interest does not seem to be as high as before.
Liu Zhiyuan could see a hint of hidden sadness in his eyes, and she sighed slightly.
The New Year's Eve dinner ended after Song Huihai got drunk.
Taking advantage of his drunken state, Song Huihai invited Song Ling and Liu Zhiyuan to stay overnight in the old house.
In fact, even if he didn't stay, Song Ling and Liu Zhiyuan had no plans to go back.
On New Year's Eve, the family driver took annual leave.
Song Ling drank some wine, and Liu Zhiyuan, who was more than eight months pregnant, had difficulty driving, so they lived in the old house.
Song Ling drank too much but was not drunk. When he carried Liu Zhiyuan back to his bedroom, he was stunned.
His bedroom was the same as it had been long ago, even the racing cars he had played with as a child were still there.
His room was spotless, as if Song Huihai had cleaned it in advance because he knew they would be living in an old house.
The photo of him and his father is still on the bedside table.
He bent down, picked up the photo and looked at the father and son in it.
Not the same outline, but the same impassive expression.
I remember this photo, it was a photo he was forced to take with his father after his mother passed away.
After so many years, he could still see the resentment and resistance in the little boy's eyes in the photo.
Suddenly I felt so ashamed, sighed helplessly, and sat down on the sofa.
Leaning back on the sofa, I stared at the ceiling in silence.
Liu Zhiyuan took the photo from his hand and gently put it away. Her small body leaned against his.
Song Ling held her in his arms and she leaned against his chest.
Her voice was sweet, like a stream of clear spring water, ringing gently in his ears and lingering in the air.
She said:
"My dear, my father once told me that if you want to move forward, you must first let go of the past. I feel like that's what progress is all about.
What I want to say is that no one can erase the past. All we can do is seize the present moment and move forward with strength and joy. Let us leave the guilt and regrets of the past behind and spread warmth into our father's heart."
Her lips were a light pink, which made her look charming. She was good at explaining things, and she had her own way of adding a touch of mischief.
This theory is very useful to Song Ling.
In fact, not only her unique theory is useful, but her coquettishness is even more useful to Song Ling.
After hearing her words, Song Ling's slightly drunken eyes flashed with a hint of deepness. Under the illumination of the crystal lamp, he looked particularly charming.
He looked down at her, his voice hoarse and gentle. “Well, Mr. Song should be a wise husband.”
Liu Zhiyuan lifted up his little face, looked at him, and smiled brightly. Suddenly, she discovered that her aloof uncle had such an innocent side.
At this moment, he looked like a big boy who was in love for the first time and agreed to his little girlfriend's request.
The brilliant white light reflected from the crystal lamp flowed on his handsome face, making Liu Zhiyuan, who hadn't drunk any alcohol, feel a little drunk.
Suddenly, she thought of a very important matter.
She looked around, then suddenly stood up and began to rummage around the room.
Song Ling also stood up, "What's wrong?"
Liu Zhiyuan turned around and sneered at him, then stood on tiptoe and whispered in his ear in a voice only the two of them could hear: "I'm looking for something like a bug. Your brother and Yatong both need to be on guard."
After that, she began to search carefully. After searching for a while, she turned around and said nervously: "Honey, did I say something I shouldn't have said just now?"
Hearing this, Song Ling took a step back, his tall figure leaning against the window, looking at her nervous little face. He just thought it was very cute, and the corners of his lips couldn't help but rise.
Liu Zhiyuan frowned slightly, ran over and whispered, "Hubby, are you stupid? Or are you really drunk? Hurry up and help me find it."
Song Ling held her in his arms, and his magnetic voice rang in his ears: "Silly wife, you are stupid and cute!"
Liu Zhiyuan covered her mouth: "Be quiet."
Her cautious look really makes her look like an agent in an anti-war drama.
The curve of Song Ling's lips continued to rise. He grabbed her little hand and placed it on his lips and kissed it: "Don't worry, there won't be those things here!"
He said it in a positive tone!
Liu Zhiyuan was confused, "How can you be sure?"
Song Ling put his arms around her waist, letting her bulging belly close to him, and explained,
"Because if Song Cheng and Ya Tong really had some plans, they wouldn't be stupid enough to put these things in this room. According to my guess, they would never do such a troublesome thing."
Liu Zhiyuan thought it made sense, but still said cautiously,
"But what if they have no brains, or they just want to win at the risk of their own luck? As the saying goes, it's always better to be cautious. It's always right for us to be cautious."
Song Ling nodded. "Yes, that's right."
Then, he took out his mobile phone interface and showed it to Liu Zhiyuan, "Silly wife, believe in technology."
Liu Zhiyuan looked at him suspiciously, pouted, and gently hit the man's chest with her little fist.
"Song Ling, you're so annoying! You've already made preparations, but you haven't told me yet. You've made me worry for nothing."
When she saw the interface of the mobile phone, she realized that he had installed a software on his mobile phone that could detect various eavesdropping devices, pinhole cameras and the like in the room.
It seemed as if a crow flew over her head.
Song Ling looked at her and let her hit him. It wouldn't hurt anyway. She didn't have much strength.
When she was tired, he grabbed her little hand, held her in his arms again, and said domineeringly,
"I said, I will take care of everything in the future! You just need to quietly enjoy your happiness behind me, and I will protect you from the wind and rain!"
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