Chapter 383 What I can remember

Song Ting is a typical person who kneels down when she opens her mouth. 辇

As long as she opens her mouth, everyone is intoxicated by her singing.

Her singing has a special magic.

Xia Xindong observed carefully. Song Ting's stage presence was steady and graceful, and the dancers behind her cooperated very well.

There was no sign that Song Ting was a newcomer.

The main thing was that her singing was really beautiful.

Moreover, it was different to be in person and to listen to the radio.

After leaving the auditorium, Jin Ju prepared to give Xia Xindong her unit and phone number, saying that Xiao Nuan would contact her frequently. 辇

She also left him a way so that he could come to her if he had any problems in the future.

Seeing that she was still looking for a notebook and a pen in her bag, Xia Xindong said gently, "Go ahead, I can remember it."

Jinju was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "I forgot about it. Xiaonuan told me about it."

She is a genius with an extraordinary memory. She can remember technical things just by saying it once, but she still has to go to great lengths to find a notebook.

Where did she put this notebook?

Jinju told Xia Xindong the phone numbers of her workplace and home.

Xia Xindong nodded and said he had written it down.

After that, he politely said goodbye to Jinju and said a few words to Ji Lao. The second young master looked at Xia Xindong with bright eyes: "Uncle, I bought some things. Can you bring them back when you return to Nanshan County?"

Xia Xindong asked, "For Xiaonuan?"

The second young master Zhong nodded.

Old Ji frowned and said, "Xiao Nuan doesn't need anything. Don't buy things all the time. Your medicine costs are not a small amount. And..."

Old Ji paused.

The second young master Zhong asked hurriedly, "Grandpa Ji, what else?"

This young man has improved in the past few days, and he has become more active.辇

Looking at his clear eyes, Mr. Ji still said unceremoniously: "Don't give the documents to Xiaonuan. Even if you inherit it in the future, don't think about giving it to this person or that person.

These are all the inheritances your mother gave you. How did she leave these things to you without being occupied by Zhong Daqiao? I don't know how much hard work she put in.

How can you just give them away?

Your mother will not be happy in her grave.

She and your grandfather just hope that you can live well with these inheritances."

Second Young Master Zhong: ...

If his mother knew in her grave, what would happen if he really gave all these to Xiaonuan? 辇

His mother would only be happy for him.

Without Xiaonuan, he would not be able to live like a human being until now.

And then he finally lived the life that a human being should live, not like a dog.

However, the second young master Zhong still said obediently: "Grandpa Ji, I know."

Xia Xindong looked at the second young master Zhong with a heavy look.

He didn't say anything.

This place is quite close to his school.

Xia Xindong put on his hat and walked slowly in the direction he needed.

Unexpectedly, he met Jinju who was also walking slowly on the side of the road.

Xia Xindong saw Jinju again, but he didn't want to stop, but walked straight forward.

But he stopped walking. He looked back at Jinju: "Where are you going?"

Jinju pointed in the direction ahead: "My family lives there. I was going to go back to the unit to work overtime, but the leader said no. But there are no buses at this time, so let's walk back now."

Xia Xindong was naturally not used to walking on the side of the road with a girl he just met.

But since we have encountered it, can't we just walk away? Nian

frowned slightly.

Xia Xindong really doesn't like this kind of scene.

It's not that he doesn't know how to deal with it. It's that he doesn't like to deal with it .

Jinju has a very smart heart.

It's amazing that someone like Xia Xindong can maintain his current state after encountering it.

She won't make it difficult for him.

Nor will she disturb his quietness of just wanting to walk alone. Nian

Jinju smiled and said to him: "I'm going to the restaurant in front to buy some food. You go first."

Although this is not the central area, the streets are also very lively, with people coming and going, and the street lights are also very bright.

Xia Xindong quietly breathed a sigh of relief, nodded politely to Jinju, and smiled at her very rarely.

Such a man occasionally smiles. It will give people an indescribable sense of shock.

Jinju found that he had a very melancholy temperament.

This melancholy temperament seemed to be aggressive, but he was firmly controlled.

But his eyes were sometimes as innocent and clear as a child. 辇

Jinju didn't know much.

He didn't know about his multiple personalities.

So she felt that Xia Xindong was very contradictory.

Like a complex of contradictions.

Jinju didn't want to add pressure to him. She didn't want to buy anything, but now she had to go.

So Jinju turned around and walked to the right, so the two of them distanced themselves, and then walked farther and farther.

The next day, Song Yu Nuan, who was far away in Nanshan County, sat in front of the radio with her family to listen to the New Year's Day Gala. The Song

family and the Xia family, even Song Nian and Sun Jinrong who worked in the city came with Hu Zi.

The Song family's main hall was very large, and there were people on and under the kang. Then the radio was brought back from the south city by Song Yu Nuan.

It was the kind with a wooden shell, and it was considered a large item in the house.

It was about the same size as a 14-inch black and white TV.

These people have been listening carefully since the beginning. It can be considered as a relaxation, today is New Year's Day. Song Mingbo has also returned.

The evening party that Song Ting participated in will certainly not be performed on New Year's Day.

It will be performed at the end of the month.

Then on New Year's Day, Longguo Radio Station began to broadcast it during prime time.

It was the first time that the Song family heard Song Ting's singing from the radio.

The sound was still a little distorted, but it was particularly beautiful.

Old Mrs. Song was a little absent-minded. After listening to the story, she said to Song Yunuan sadly: "Xiao Nuan, why do I feel that your aunt is so far away from me?"

Song Yunuan said in surprise: "It feels like she is far away from you."

"I mean that kind of distance."

"Well, I see. You heard your aunt singing on the radio and felt unreal and distant, right?" Old

Mrs. Song nodded: "That's the feeling."

"It's okay. When you see your aunt, let her sing to you in person."

At this time, Hu Zi suddenly cried in grievance.

While crying, he looked in the direction of Song Yunuan.

What happened?

And Xiao Asheng next to him sat on the chair with his mouth pursed, his legs still swinging.

He didn't look at anyone else, just Song Yunuan.辇

The elderly at home are like this. They hang around every day and you don’t notice anything. You are especially close to those you never see.

So, Mrs. Song pulled Hu Zi over and asked him, “What’s wrong?”

Hu Zi looked at Song Yu Nuan, then at A Sheng, and then at Mrs. Song again. He choked up and said quietly, “Grandma, A Sheng doesn’t let me call Xiao Nuan Sister Sister. If I must call her that, I must add the two words Xiao Nuan in front. If I don’t, he won’t share any delicious food with me.”