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Zheng Ye drove the return trip, and Zhang Wu sat in the co-pilot.

Sun Yanshi and Lang Song sat in the back row, separated by Lang Yue who was excited because she knew she was going back to Jiangcheng.Her right hand held Sun Yanshi's fingers tightly, and she was reluctant to let go. With difficulty, she opened the small cloth bag slanted across her chest with her left hand, held up the soybeans made of clay to Sun Yanshi, and said, "Father." ,soy."

Zhang Wu turned around to tease her: "Give it to Uncle, okay?"

Langyue raised her pink lips slightly, thought about it seriously, and then said: "Here, do it."

Sun Yanshi smiled and translated for her: "Yueyue means that I can't give you this one, but I can pinch another one for you."

Zheng Ye gave a pretentious "woo hoo" and said, "Then I want it too."

Langyue felt shy, she pushed herself into Sun Yanshi's arms, and said, "I'll do it again."

Her cute appearance made everyone laugh, and the dullness in the car was swept away.

Zheng Ye and Sun Yan raised their heads tacitly, and looked at each other complicatedly through the rearview mirror. Thinking that Lang Yue's daughter might be Xie Shuangyu's daughter, both of them felt very heavy and complicated.

Langyue fell asleep after playing for a while. Sun Yanshi hugged her, adjusted her to a comfortable sleeping position, and found another piece of clothing to cover her.He moved to the empty seat in the middle and turned his head to look at Lang Song.

Lang Song hadn't spoken much since he got in the car, and now he was staring at the backing road outside the car window with his head tilted, his eyes were empty and unfocused, as if he was thinking about something.He folded his arms across his chest, his right hand loosely grasping the wound on his left arm.

Sun Yanshi moved towards Lang Song again, and asked in a low voice, "Does the wound hurt?"

Lang Song suddenly came back to his senses, hurriedly looked away, and looked down at his arms, only to realize that this posture had misunderstood Sun Yanzhi.He withdrew his hand uncomfortably: "It doesn't hurt, it has been stitched for two days, and I don't feel any more."

Sun Yanshi stared at Lang Song's much thinner side face, and suddenly realized that Lang Song was not in pain, but in fear.After all, he was only in his twenties, and he had witnessed death, but he had never been close to death in person.The narrow escape this time should have frightened him.

Sun Yanzhi's heart hurts, the tip of his tongue is bitter, and he regrets endlessly. If he had summoned up the courage to put aside those worries earlier, Lang Song would not have suffered this knife for no reason.He took a deep breath, reached out and squeezed Lang Song's wrist, and said in a hoarse voice, "It's all over."

Lang Song's half-drooped eyes suddenly widened, and he looked at the white and beautiful hand on his wrist in surprise. Reason told him that he should break free immediately and not sink deeper, but emotion overcame reason.He froze half of his body, feeling the warmth of Sun Yanshi's palm.

The return journey was fast, without a break in the middle, and arrived in Jiangcheng at five o'clock in the evening.Although it is still early, the days are short and the nights are long in winter, and the sky is already dark.

Almost all day and night were spent in the car, which was too exhausting, and the three drivers were exhausted.

Sun Yanshi thanked the two, had a meal together after the appointment, and then drove them home respectively.

Arriving at the downstairs of Zheng Ye's house, Zheng Ye pinched Lang Yue's cheek reluctantly before getting out of the car, and went around to the driver's seat and knocked on the window.

Sun Yanshi lowered the car window and said nothing.

Zheng Ye quickly glanced at Lang Yue in the back seat, and said, "Have a good year, and call me anytime if you need something."

Very ordinary polite words, only Sun Yanshi could understand the meaning behind the words.

On the way to Pingzhou, they agreed that everything would be discussed after the New Year. Anyway, Xie Shuangyu was staying in Jiangcheng, so there was no need to speak out in such a hurry to spend the happy New Year so heavily, and besides, Lang Song was injured again.

"Okay, call." Sun Yanshi nodded, "Say hello to uncle and aunt for me, and I will go to pay New Year's greetings when the matter is settled."

"Be sure to bring the story with you!" Zheng Ye raised his eyebrows coquettishly, "Speak up early, and hope to hear good news from you tomorrow."

Old Sun Yanzhi blushed and scolded with a smile, "Get out of here!"

Zheng Ye laughed loudly, waved goodbye to them, and left in a good mood.

The car turned around, and Lang Song said in the back seat: "Brother, my luggage is at Monkey's house. You can stop by the side of the road, and I can take a taxi there."

Sun Yanshi paid attention to the vehicles behind him, without turning his head, he said: "Didn't you say that you have already found a house when you move, why is your luggage at Monkey's house?"

Lang Song realized that he had slipped his tongue and was speechless for a while.

Sun Yanshi didn't ask any more questions, and just said, "First go make up the card and buy a mobile phone."

Under his supervision, Lang Song replaced the card and bought a new mobile phone.

The two walked out of the mobile phone shop, Lang Song wanted to say something, but Sun Yanshi had already got into the car with Lang Yue in his arms, so he had no choice but to follow.The car arrived at a familiar intersection but turned right instead of going straight. Lang Song sat in the co-pilot and immediately turned to look at Sun Yanshi: "Brother, did you go the wrong way?"

Sun Yanshi glanced at him: "No, let's go somewhere else."

"Where to go?"

"You'll know when you arrive."

Lang Song couldn't ask any more questions.

The car drove into a community, entered the underground garage, and parked in the parking space.

Sun Yanshi unbuckled his seat belt and got out of the car, and said to Lang Song, "Here we are." Then he opened the rear door and carried Lang Yue out, and went to the trunk to take out the suitcase.

He held the suitcase in one hand, held Lang Yue in the other, and said, "Let's go."

Lang Song frowned slightly, his doubts deepened, and he hesitated to follow.

The three of them took the elevator to the tenth floor. Sun Yanshi led Langyue out of the elevator, walked through a corridor and stopped in front of an entrance door, pressed the code to open the door, and then turned on the light.He let Lang Yue enter the door first, and then carried the suitcase inside.

Lang Song stood blankly at the door, thinking of the two leaflets that were placed on the counter not long ago, rolled his Adam's apple, and said, "Brother, this is..."

Sun Yanshi bent down, took slippers from the shoe cabinet, and replied, "This is my home."

Lang Song was not surprised, and murmured blankly: "So fast..."

Many things were missing at home, and there were only disposable slippers. Sun Yanshi changed Langyue into disposable slippers that were as big as a boat, got up and asked, "Why so fast?"

Lang Song moved his lips, then shook his head again: "It's nothing, it's getting late, I won't go in."

With a sound of "da", Sun Yanshi took a strong step forward, reversing his previous passive posture, leaning forward and approaching Lang Song.With a low tone and a stiff expression, he sensed Lang Song's strangeness, lowered his voice and said, "You can say what you want to say and what you ask, and you won't be allowed to leave if you don't make it clear."

Looking at the gradually enlarged handsome face in front of him, Lang Song couldn't move. After a moment of silence, he was bewitched by the bright and firm eyes, and said slowly: "Is this the new house you prepared for your wedding?"

"?" Sun Yanshi was stunned.

Although he said some things that were inconsistent with his heart before, and deliberately made Lang Song misunderstand his relationship with Xie Shuangyu, he did not clearly express any intimate relationship between himself and Xie Shuangyu. How could Lang Song have such a deep misunderstanding? Full progress bar, misunderstood that he is getting married?

He pursed his lips and asked, "Why do you think so?"

Seeing the puzzled expression on Sun Yanshi's face, Lang Song knew that he might have misunderstood, but he wanted a more definite answer, so he talked about the two leaflets.

With a "snap", Sun Yanshi slapped himself on the smooth forehead, and finally understood why Lang Song suddenly wanted to move out so decisively, and why there was such a deep misunderstanding.

He couldn't laugh or cry, grabbed Lang Song's wrist and pulled him into the room, closed the door and confessed frankly.

"I picked up those two leaflets casually and brought them home unconsciously. I didn't even look at them seriously before throwing them into the trash can. I had no idea what the flyers were promoting." After a pause, he looked at In the bright and tidy living room, he said, "Xie Shuangyu and I are just ordinary friends and classmates. This house is not a new house. It has been bought for more than three years."

Although he had a stalemate with his parents, he always hoped to get their understanding one day. After making a small fortune, he immediately bought this hardcover house in this community not far from Lanying Lane.Three bedrooms and one living room are enough for a family to live in.

But he didn't wait for his parents' understanding, and he couldn't move in with them. This house became a knot in his heart.

He originally planned to sell it, but he never made up his mind, and even forgot that he owns this house.

After Langyue disappeared, he realized that Lanying Alley was too messy and unfavorable for children's growth, so he remembered the house he had bought for several years but never lived in.I decided not to sell it in my heart, and bought furniture to move into a new home after the year.The reason why I didn't say it was because I wanted to surprise the siblings.

It's just that the plan couldn't keep up with the changes. Who would have expected that everything would be messed up since then.

After Lang Song and Lang Yue moved out, the old house in Lanying Lane gave him a feeling of emptiness and coldness. Every corner was filled with memories related to the siblings, but they were nowhere to be found.This feeling was so familiar, he had been looking for the fuck around every corner for more than two years.He realized that he was caught in a negative cycle and dared not stay any longer.

Since last week, he has gone out early and returned late every day, busy purchasing various furniture for the new house, and wants to move in before the year.

Lang Song was stunned, and finally realized that everything was a misunderstanding—Sun Yanshi was not planning to get married, nor was he planning to buy a new house for marriage, nor was he with Xie Shuangyu.He clenched his fists, trying to restrain the great relief and joy in his heart, not daring to reveal the slightest bit.

"I……"

Now that he had opened his mouth, Sun Yanshi wanted to take this opportunity to give it a go. Just after he uttered a word, Lang Yue, who had run around the living room, ran back, hugged his thigh and raised his head and said, "Hungry... ..."

Sun Yanzhi laughed, and had to temporarily press his button, turned to look at Lang Song: "Don't be dazed, come in quickly." He said as he walked in, "There are still a lot of things missing at home, we will go shopping tomorrow. "

Lang Song responded, and realized that his voice was too low, so he raised his voice and said, "Okay."

Just now on the way, Sun Yanshi had already ordered takeaway in advance. Sun Yanshi turned on the TV, put the remote control into Lang Song's hand, and went to the kitchen to boil water with his slippers on.He leaned against the island platform and waited for the water to boil, his eyes fell on the bright living room, on Lang Song and Lang Yue, finally regaining the familiar sense of stability.

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