Declare sovereignty

When Song Shenglin appeared, Liang Qingqing realized that she had been out for too long. She rubbed her forehead a little embarrassedly, and then solemnly introduced them to the two people: "This is my lover, Comrade Fan Yanxing, and this is the leader Song I mentioned to you, Comrade Song Shenglin."

As soon as the voice fell, the two men's eyes met, and the scrutiny and probing were clearly imprinted in each other's eyes.

"Hello." As a man, Fan Yanxing keenly noticed the other party's secret thoughts. He raised his eyebrows and quietly took two steps towards Liang Qingqing, as if declaring sovereignty, but also like an inadvertent action.

Song Shenglin glanced at Fan Yanxing's shoes, then raised his head, curled his lips, and seemed a little surprised: "Hello, I didn't expect Comrade Liang to get married at such a young age."

"If you are in love, you will get married early." A faint smile appeared on Fan Yanxing's usually cold face.

Hearing this, Song Shenglin was stunned for a moment, and the expression on his face gradually solidified.

"We still have things to do, you go first, see you at home." Liang Qingqing secretly glared at Fan Yanxing, how dare he say anything? She felt embarrassed, and Song Shenglin didn't know how he would look at them.

Fan Yanxing looked at Liang Qingqing aggrievedly, she probably didn't know that she was being stared at, and she was still glaring at him stupidly.

But he also knew how much she valued her work, and since there were outsiders present, some things were hard to say, so he could only nod his head in agreement before turning around and leaving.

After he left, Liang Qingqing and Song Shenglin were the only ones left in the courtyard. The former laughed dryly and explained why he came out: "I just saw a figure that looked like him, so I came out to see, and it turned out to be him."

"It's okay, I've got the file, let's go to the Broadcasting Bureau now, didn't Deputy Director Tian ask you to deliver the file?" Song Shenglin didn't seem to take this to heart, just nodded slightly and changed the subject. Liang Qingqing

breathed a sigh of relief, but felt that Song Shenglin's attitude was a little strange, but after thinking for a long time, she couldn't figure out what was strange, so she shrugged and put the matter behind her.

The two of them moved quickly. Liang Qingqing chatted with Sister Feng for a few words at the broadcasting bureau before they set off back to the provincial capital.

On the way back, Song Shenglin still closed his eyes to rest, but it was not known whether it was because of the medicine he had taken or because he had been holding the orange peel, but his complexion looked normal and not as scary as when he came.

Liang Qingqing felt relieved. If anything happened to Song Shenglin, she, a fellow traveler, would have to bear some responsibility.

After returning to the provincial broadcasting bureau safely, the two of them separated. Liang Qingqing went to Tian Fengchun to report that the mission was successfully completed, and then she dragged her tired body back to the dormitory.

The technicians worked quickly, tested the equipment again, and found no problems before starting the formal recording of part of the video. After countless trials and tribulations, the team members had already cooperated well, and Liang Qingqing was not on a business trip, so the overall work went smoothly, even exceeding expectations. The task that was originally to be completed in a month was shortened to three weeks.

On the day of the official closing, everyone had a meal together. The location was set at the state-owned hotel where they had dinner on the first day. The same private room and the same staff, but the difference was that they had already become familiar with each other after spending these days together. Liang Qingqing no longer felt constrained, but was able to chat and laugh with everyone.

After three rounds of drinking, she was a little drunk. After drinking a glass of water, she wanted to go out to sober up. She walked out of the private room and walked to the end of the corridor. She put her hand on the railing, rubbed her forehead, and exhaled slowly. Only then did she feel like she was alive again.

But before she could enjoy this tranquility, she heard footsteps behind her. She turned her head suddenly and saw Song Shenglin. He was wearing thin clothes, only a gray sweater on his body. The cold wind blew, leaving a red mark on his face.

"What a coincidence." Last time, the two of them bumped into each other here, and today it was the same. Liang Qingqing couldn't help but sigh.

Who knew that Song Shenglin shook his head, walked to her side and stood still, imitating her to put his hands on the railing, looking into the distance, and said in a light voice: "I came here specifically to see you."

Liang Qingqing was stunned by this, and she didn't react, but soon smiled, "Is there anything that Team Leader Song wants to talk to me about?"

After asking, he didn't answer for a long time, and his fingers on the railing slowly clenched, and the veins on the back of his hand bulged, as if he was deliberately suppressing something.

The two stood together, not far away, and Liang Qingqing could clearly smell the strong smell of alcohol on the other person. She didn't know how much he drank, and there was a thin red on his neck.

The silence made the atmosphere a little awkward. Liang Qingqing didn't like this kind of environment. She deliberately sniffed, rubbed her arms, turned her head and said to Song Shenglin, "It's a bit cold. If nothing else, I'll go back first."

As soon as she finished speaking, Song Shenglin suddenly looked at her with complicated emotions in his eyes, as if he had made up his mind. He frowned and said quickly, "Comrade Liang, come with me to Shanghai?"

"Ah?" Liang Qingqing subconsciously took a step back, looking at Song Shenglin in confusion, and then vaguely guessed something in her heart, and her pupils dilated in disbelief.

As if he realized something was wrong with his words, Song Shenglin smiled bitterly and explained, "What I mean is that you are so outstanding, you can consider going to the Shanghai Broadcasting Bureau for development. I can introduce you there. Mingzhu shouldn't be kept in the dark."

Hearing this, Liang Qingqing covered her lips and smiled, and said half-jokingly, "I was scared to death. If someone who doesn't know the truth heard what you said just now, they would think you were going to elope with me. I don't agree."

Her tone was relaxed, but Song Shenglin felt a little uncomfortable. He coughed lightly and did not reply to her words. Instead, he repeated: "Would you consider going to Shanghai?"

Liang Qingqing shook her head without hesitation. "Thank you for your kindness, Team Leader Song, but I have my own plans. I have no plans to go to Shanghai at the moment."

Hearing her words, Song Shenglin's eyelashes trembled, and he asked in a low voice in disappointment: "Is it because of your lover?"

"No." Liang Qingqing shook her head. "Thank you for your recognition. I'm very happy, but I know my current ability very well. I haven't reached the level of being able to go to a bigger city. I still need to learn and polish it."

"And compared to Shanghai, I would rather develop in Beijing in the future."

She was clear and logical, and her eyes were firm, which made Song Shenglin's words of persuasion stuck in his throat. He reluctantly raised the corner of his lips and nodded, "I understand."

"Then I'll go back first." Liang Qingqing pointed in the direction of the private room, just walked forward a few steps, and turned back and said, "I wish you a safe journey."

The work was over, and they would set off to Shanghai the day after tomorrow. Liang Qingqing said goodbye in advance.

Song Shenglin looked at the empty corridor and lowered his head.

Near the end of the year, the first snow fell in Changbei Province, which had not snowed for many years. At that time, Liang Qingqing was painting with Songzi in the main hall of the Liang family. The little guy's painting skills were getting better and better. At first, he copied her paintings, and later he actually added his own ingenuity to them. Although he was still childish, his talent could already be seen.

"When Songzi grows up, he can go to university and become an artist in the future." Liang Qingqing joked to Wang Xiaomei who was mending clothes nearby. The latter raised her head and sneered: "No matter what he becomes, I will be satisfied as long as this naughty boy can grow up safely and happily."

At this point, we have to mention that Songzi had secretly gone up the mountain to take bird eggs without telling his family and his friends. It was so cold, but they didn't seem to know the difference between hot and cold. They didn't go down the mountain even though they were frozen to the bone. They almost rolled down the hillside.

If Songzi hadn't been rescued by a passing villager, who knows how badly he would be injured now.

After being scolded by her mother, Songzi, though still young, could still sense something was wrong. She quickly ran to Wang Xiaomei, hugged her arm and shook it up and down a few times, "Mom, I promise to be obedient. Don't be angry. Grandma said that being angry is not good for your brothers and sisters."

"You know, you are almost a big brother. Can you set a good example?" Liang Qingqing saw that the excitement was not a big deal and poked Songzi's forehead.

"I want to be a good example and teach my brothers and sisters well in the future."

Seeing Songzi's promise, Liang Qingqing and Wang Xiaomei couldn't help laughing. The former looked at the latter's slightly bulging belly and smiled softly, "Do you want a son or a daughter?"

"Both are fine, but Shuqiang and I both want a daughter. It would be great if it was a good word." Having both a son and a daughter is one of the blessings in the world.

Liang Qingqing nodded in understanding. Before she could continue speaking, Wang Xiaomei looked around mysteriously, then approached her and asked, "Qingqing, if you get pregnant, do you want a son or a daughter?"

"It's fine with me. I'll let nature take its course. They're all my children, and I like them all." Liang Qingqing really hadn't thought about this question. When she suddenly heard Wang Xiaomei's question, she could only give a conventional answer.

"There's no tradition in Yanxing's family that he must have a son, right?" Wang Xiaomei asked worriedly.

Liang Qingqing shook her head, "Probably not, I think their family is quite open-minded."

"That's true." Wang Xiaomei thought of the Fan family she had seen. Although they had not spoken a few words, they did not look like the kind of people who would favor boys over girls.

As soon as she finished speaking, Liang Junqiang ran in, shouting excitedly, "It's snowing!"

Almost as soon as he finished speaking, Songzi ran out and stood in the yard, smiling at them, "It's really snowing."

Liang Qingqing and Wang Xiaomei looked at each other, both stood up and walked outside, standing in the corridor and stretching out their hands, small snowflakes hit their palms, and the beautiful shapes sparkled in the light, adding a touch of coolness to the patterns.

"My parents are still at my uncle's house, do you want to send an umbrella?" Wang Xiaomei watched the snow falling harder and harder, happy but worried.

"I'll go, you two can take a rest, I think my elder brother and Yanxing will be back from the county soon." Liang Junqiang volunteered to pick up the umbrella under the corridor and carry the beam.