There were no "Cen Bowen" in Kang Ying's letter, so there was no way to compare the handwriting.
This letter from Cen Bowen has one.
After a 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 found.
Song Yiyi put the notebook back somewhat disappointedly.
I thought there would be a result today, but things turned out to be more complicated.
As soon as I stood up, I felt dizzy.
Along with it, there are scenes that flash through my mind.
Under the big tree in the military family compound, a hand reached out to her and handed her the notebook in which the novel was written.
Just a moment.
So fast that she could hardly 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?!
Not memory, but early 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 saw two people 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 held up an enamel basin, glanced at her, and said, "You said you'd come for lunch, but your mom and I waited and waited for you, but you still didn't show up. 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 prepared all the meals specially for you."
Song Minghui looked uncomfortable and wanted to retort.
Song Yiyi walked over, opened the lid, sniffed, and exclaimed, "What a nice smell, 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 should I call you? You don't think you can call me 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 calm 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 after becoming a parent, one should focus more on one's own feelings.
After all, the children are grown up, so what's wrong with parents enjoying life?
Not only is it correct, but we should also encourage it more.
"Yiyi, if you have nothing to do, come with us..."
Before Cai Mengjun finished speaking, Song Yiyi yawned loudly and waved her hands with tears in her eyes: "I'm not going. I just came back from the army and I'm sleepy."
She is not such a blind person.
The couple just went on a sweet date.
She is such a big light bulb that she can light up the entire cinema.
Song Minghui originally wanted to say a few more words.
He always felt that his daughter became not only more aggressive but also lazier after moving to the city.
The words came to my lips but I didn't say them.
Anyway, she has to go to the art troupe in a couple of days, and it would be very tiring if she went in to work.
It’s okay to take a break now.
Song Minghui convinced himself and turned around to go out with his wife.
Song Yiyi was not sleepy at first, but when she saw Dazhuang eating and then falling asleep, she also felt sleepy.
She was woken up by Cen Yue.
It was already dark by then, and the yard was filled with the aroma of food.
But the way she was woken up was something she had not expected.
She was still sleeping, so Cen Yue simply picked her up by her legs and carried her out.
By the time she reacted, she was already sitting at the table.
Song Yiyi scratched her eyebrows and looked at the big pot of fragrant lamb ribs in front of her, feeling a little helpless.
"You eat, I'll accompany you."
Cen Yue moved a stool next to her and said, "Try it first."
Song Yiyi tilted her head. "What? Is it poisonous?"
Has she been upgraded to a poison tester?
Cen Yue picked up the chopsticks, found a piece of lean meat in the pot, and put it into the small bowl in front of Song Yiyi.
Song Yiyi took a look, stood up and said, "I want to drink some water, you eat first."
She wants to run.
Cen Yue put his arm around her waist and brought her to his lap, then handed her a glass of water. "Drink it. Do you want me to feed you?"
He looked at her lazily.
Song Yiyi: “….”
"I don't eat mutton." Song Yiyi could only tell the truth: "I haven't eaten it since I was a child. If you don't believe me, ask my parents, and me..."
Before he could finish the rest of his words, Cen Yue suppressed him.
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