Song Lan went to the sanatorium and first went to the doctor in charge of Song's father. After careful questioning, he made sure that Song's father's surgery could be put on the agenda.
I went to visit my father who was still unconscious in the ward, said hello to the nurse, and then hurried to the wealthy area in the east of the city.
The rich area in the east of the city is very wide, covering almost the entire Que'e Mountain. Song Lan got off the car outside the community gate.
"Linan Mansion, tsk, is it still poetic, 'picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, leisurely seeing the Nanshan Mountain'?"
I heard that rich people like to be arty and want to coat the shiny surface with a shell of elegance and elegance.
Looking around, at this time, those who go to work, those who go to school, and the little security guard in the sentry box stand taller than a green pine tree.
Song Lan walked towards the sentry box, "Brother, may I ask if you have a resident named Song Zi?"
The little security guard in the sentry box looked very upright. When he asked, he turned to look at Song Lan. He looked at her for a moment before walking over.
"What's your relationship with Song Zi?" The security guard struck straight at him.
Song Lan said half truthfully.
"I am Song Zi's niece. I just came back from abroad. Because I lost contact temporarily, I had to come to the community where she lives to see if I can find her."
Song Zi has indeed lost contact with her during this period. To be precise, Song Zi unilaterally blocked all contact information about her.
She knew that her aunt really wanted to sever ties with her. Although she was a little sad, she decided to give up the meeting temporarily in the face of her aunt's madness.
But when things happened with He Chaozhi's company, she could only think of ways to see if she could get any inside information out of Song Zi's mouth.
The little security guard held up the brim of his hat and straightened his collar. His whole body was upright, and he looked like a retired soldier.
"Aunt Song Zi does live here, but I can't confirm your identity, so I can't let you in."
Song Lan nodded, looking very peaceful, with no intention of getting into trouble at all.
"Then can I just wait here for her to come back?"
"Can."
Song Lan knew Song Zi's daily schedule, and Song Zi had always given her the impression that she was a somewhat paranoid and strange woman.
I am strangely persistent in many things. I am obsessed with doing something at a certain point in time day after day, year after year.
For example, she likes to go to Liuye'er Hutong every Friday morning and buy a piece of Longxu Cake.
Song Lan took a look at the time. Today is Wednesday. Song Zi has to work in the morning. At noon, she should buy pork bones to make soup and make a very authentic hand-made noodles.
She suddenly missed Song Zi's specialty beef hand-rolled noodles. The meat was very soft, the hand-rolled noodles were strong, and the soup was thick and mellow.
It’s just that I haven’t tasted it for a long time.
Song Lan stood under the eaves of the duty room to avoid the hot sun. She squatted and looked a little sad.
The little security guard glanced at her from the corner of his eye from time to time. This woman was so beautiful that it was difficult for people not to notice her.
"Why don't you go and stay in the duty room? It's air-conditioned in there." The little security guard caught a glimpse of Song Lan raising his head to wipe his sweat, and couldn't help but remind him.
In fact, according to regulations, people outside the mansion were not allowed to enter the duty room, but Song Lan looked so careless that he was really worried that she would suffer from heat stroke.
Song Lan heard the little security guard's words and was not sure if he was talking to herself, so she looked around and found that there was no one else, then turned around and pointed at herself.
"Are you talking to me?"
The little security guard nodded solemnly, looked at the duty room behind him, and motioned for her to go in.
Song Lan thanked him gratefully, "Thank you, little brother."
As he was about to stand up, he suddenly felt dizzy and dizzy. He quickly grabbed the handrail and managed to stand still.
"Song Lan?" A voice hit Song Lan's ears unexpectedly. Song Lan quickly looked up and saw Song Zi carrying a bag of pork bones with an ugly look on her face.
Song Lan already knew from the nurse that Song Zi hadn't visited Song's father for a long time. Did Song Zi take her anger out on her father as well?
Before she could say anything, Song Zi took out her access card, bypassed her and the security booth, and was about to swipe the card to open the door.
Song Lan quickly followed, but because she was dizzy, her steps were unsteady. Seeing her like this, the security guard on the side quickly went to help her.
"Aunt Song, your niece seems to be a little hypoglycemic. Please walk slowly, she can't keep up."
The security guard originally wanted to stop Song Zi, but when he saw Song Zi speeding up his pace instead, he knew that he didn't want to see Song Lan, his niece, and he couldn't help but feel a little dissatisfied.
They are all relatives, but they still travel thousands of miles to visit her. She is so indifferent. Do rich people look down on others so much?
The little security guard was a little angry. Seeing that the door of the community was about to close, he held Song Lan with one hand, took out an access card from his trouser pocket with the other hand, and opened the door.
"Aunt Song, please walk slowly." The security guard carried Song Lan as he passed by a bench in the community. Seeing that Song Zi had disappeared, he simply placed Song Lan on the bench for a while.
"Ms. Song, you rest here, I'll find you some candy." The security guard said and left.
Song Lan quickly stopped him. The figure in front of her swayed, and then she saw the little security guard's face clearly. Her pale lips barely raised a smile.
"No need, brother, I have some candies with me." Song Lan opened the bag, grabbed a candy, peeled it off and put it in his mouth. He grabbed another handful and put it into the hands of the security guard.
"Brother, this is my favorite candy. It's delicious. I'll be able to recover after I rest for a while." Song Lan leaned on the back of the chair and closed her eyes.
The little security guard looked at the candy stuffed into his hand, then looked at Song Lan's pale face, and hesitated whether to send her to Aunt Song's house.
This girl is delicate and weak, and looks quite pitiful.
Song Lan closed his eyes and waited for a long time, and finally saw clearly the shaking shadows in front of him. "I'm fine. I just thanked you."
The little security guard stood beside her waiting silently, holding a candy peel in his hand. When he saw Song Lan's face softening, he breathed a sigh of relief.
"You just scared me to death."
Song Lan reached out and introduced himself with a smile.
"My name is Song Lan. Thank you for your ** action."
The little security guard was dazzled by Song Lan's smiling face, thinking that this girl looks so pretty when she smiles!
"Zhou Keke." The security guard reached out and shook her hand.
Song Lan stood up and nodded towards the security guard, "Mr. Zhou, we'll see you later."
