As the Lunar New Year approaches, the Song family is bustling with activity once again.
One-and-a-half-year-old Song Mingzhou can walk now, babbling in baby talk, calling out "daddy," "mommy," "grandpa," "grandma," "great-grandpa," "great-great-grandma," "third uncle," "fourth aunt," and "fifth uncle" fluently.
This kid's clever and mischievous appearance is just like Lao Wu's when he was a child.
He tried every trick in the book to get candy from the adults.
On New Year's Eve, apart from Song Guomin, the third son and his wife, and the fifth son and his wife, everyone else ate at the Song family's house.
That night, Yan Yan and Lele stayed at home, and Song Mingzhou was also sent over by his father, ostensibly to cultivate a relationship with Yan Yan and Lele.
This time, they all had their New Year's Eve dinner at Song Anmin's house.
Song Guomin still came.
Song Guomin is still taking medication every day to control his condition and goes to the hospital for a check-up every six months. During the meal, he suddenly mentioned Liu Aimei.
The third and fifth brothers exchanged a glance.
Song Anmin: "What's wrong?"
Song Guomin learned about the incident late; he only found out about it two months after Liu Aimei was stabbed. He heard it from a colleague at a meeting in the city, where he heard it had made the news.
What Song Guomin wanted to ask was, had Tong Tong been caught?
This case wasn't under the jurisdiction of Wang Ya's police station. When she and Officer Zhao went to the city bureau to submit the documents, they heard from the police that Tong Tong had been arrested and had been hiding in the countryside for more than half a year. She had no money left and was arrested by the police on her way to ask her sister for money.
People like Liu Aimei, who had been involved in several cases, left a deep impression on the police. When they met Wang Ya and the others, they naturally mentioned her casually.
Wang Ya simply said, "He was arrested and sentenced to three years."
Song Guomin hummed in agreement and then fell silent.
Song Anmin couldn't understand Song Guomin's thoughts either, and frowned as he asked, "You don't actually want to stand up for Liu Aimei, do you? Song Guomin, are you out of your mind? Did the doctor cut out your brain along with your brain during the surgery?"
Wang Ya nudged Song Anmin with her elbow, giving him a warning look.
Song Guomin also got angry when he heard what the third brother said.
"I was just asking. Who said I was going to stand up for myself? That woman is crazy. I'm afraid she'll come back to find Yan Yan and Lele."
Song Jianmin shrugged. "If Tong Tong is going to look for someone, she should look for Tong Hongyun's son."
Song Guomin stopped talking and began to drink in silence.
Song Anmin: "I'm just kindly reminding you, don't get drunk, we still need to take Yan Yan and Lele back later."
There were still empty rooms in Song Anmin's house, but the sheets and blankets weren't on. He was a lazy person and didn't want to clean for Song Guomin, nor did he want Wang Ya to clean the house.
So, Song Guomin should take the two kids back to live with him.
Song Guomin understood Song Anmin's implied meaning, his expression changing several times before finally settling into a speechless state.
At 8:30, after cleaning up Song Anmin's house, Song Guomin and Song Jianmin left.
Wang Ya returned to her bedroom and couldn't help but say to Song Anmin, "Can't you talk to your older brother normally?"
Song Anmin raised an eyebrow slightly. "I'm afraid that won't work. It's already the greatest kindness I can show by letting him eat at my home."
Wang Ya didn't know much about Song Guomin and Liu Aimei's past.
First, she and Song Anmin became acquainted relatively late; by the time she arrived at the police station, Song Anmin and his family had already moved out. Second, Song Anmin rarely mentioned the past.
Wang Ya burrowed into the blankets, covering herself completely so that not a breath of air could get in, leaving only her head sticking out, and asked him, "Then tell me in detail."
Song Anmin lifted the other side of the blanket and pulled the person into his arms.
Let's start from when Liu Aimei and Song Guomin got married...
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On the sixth day of the Lunar New Year, Song Rongrong returned to the riverside.
She cleaned the house and went to her study to read. Around 8 p.m., there was a sudden knock on the door.
Song Rongrong arrived at the door and asked in a gruff voice, "Who is it?"
"I."
Ying Zhengqing's voice came from outside the door.
Song Rongrong opened the door, and a cold wind rushed in. She hid behind the door and asked, "Why are you here?"
Ying Zhengqing: "Have you had dinner yet? I stewed some mutton."
Song Rongrong just ate a few bites of noodles tonight.
Ying Zhengqing glanced at the time and said, "It's a little past eight now. You can go downstairs to sleep after you finish eating."
Song Rongrong was a little tempted, and she was also a bit hungry. "How did you know I was home?"
Ying Zhengqing: "I went downstairs to throw out the trash and saw an umbrella at your door."
When Song Rongrong returned at noon, it was snowing heavily outside, so she held up an umbrella.
She nodded, no longer dwelling on it, went back to her room, put on her coat, grabbed her keys, and came out.
As we went upstairs, she casually remarked, "You're eating so late?"
Ying Zhengqing: "I won't be back until 4 p.m., so it's already fast enough that it's ready by now."
Song Rongrong hummed in agreement and followed Ying Zhengqing into his house.
Ying Zhengqing's home features a minimalist style with minimal furniture, and the aroma of mutton soup fills the air as soon as you enter.
Song Rongrong: "I thought you would have musical instruments or something at home."
Ying Zhengqing: "It's all in the study. I'll go get the rice. You can mix the seasonings yourself; I don't know your taste."
Since their conversation, their relationship has become closer to that of ordinary friends. Song Rongrong felt fine with it and was relaxed around him. After preparing the dipping sauce, they waited for Ying Zhengqing to sit down and then started eating.
Song Rongrong: "You didn't go home for the Chinese New Year?"
Ying Zhengqing: "I went back. I stayed for a day and then had work. I went to Shanghai and didn't arrive in the capital until the afternoon."
"Your cooking skills are pretty good. Did you often cook at home before?"
Ying Zhengqing smiled and said, "No, that's probably just talent."
Song Rongrong's lips twitched.
Ying Zhengqing: "Is it difficult? If you follow a recipe or just ask someone, it will basically taste the same."
Song Rongrong cooks casually, buying breakfast on the way to work in the morning, eating at the cafeteria for lunch, and just stir-frying a simple vegetable dish for dinner.
Ying Zhengqing then asked her, "So what are your work plans for this year?"
Song Rongrong: "According to our leader, we may have to travel out again this year, possibly to the coastal areas to film fishermen."
Ying Zhengqing responded with a "hmm".
The two chatted casually.
Song Rongrong was full and sat in the chair, not wanting to move. "I'll wash the dishes later. I'll sit for a while."
Ying Zhengqing's lips curved into an almost imperceptible smile. "No need. You're a guest; there's no reason for you to wash the dishes."
It was just a few bowls, and Ying Zhengqing finished quickly, so Song Rongrong had to wipe the table.
It's getting late, almost ten o'clock.
Song Rongrong prepared to leave, saying, "Thank you for tonight, I'm going back now."
Ying Zhengqing stood at the door, saying, "I'll come in after you get home."
Anyway, it's downstairs, and you can see Song Rongrong opening and closing the door through the gap in the stairs.
As Song Rongrong walked, she said, "It's just one floor."
Ying Zhengqing remained standing at the door without moving.
When Song Rongrong arrived at her door, she opened it and called upstairs, "Okay, I'm going in."
After hearing the door close, Ying Zhengqing turned around and went inside.
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