The little boy in the car lay on the window and saw the two women looking at them on the road. He turned around and asked Zhang Qing, "Mom, those two aunts have been looking at us just now. Are you and Dad's friends?
ah?"
Zhang Qing only glanced out the window and then withdrew his eyes.
It would be fake to say that she didn't see them before getting in the car.
She even saw Song Yizhi first, and then pulled Xiao Songran into the car quickly.
"Maybe I want to rush to hit our car, so I've been watching us all the time. My mom doesn't know them."
Song Ran felt his head lie, but he felt that his mother was lying, but he felt that he could not ask any more, so he had to pout and think alone.
Zhang Qing's eyes were flustered, and he looked at everything that was retreating outside the car, and his thoughts also walked away.
After talking to Song Yizhi that time, she finally vaguely learned about the gender of the child in late December.
Thinking of Song Yizhi's words and then thinking that the fetus is likely to be a girl, she was a little nervous.
After being with Song Jianwei for so long, she saw him tolerant and gentle, and would say love words that make people happy, and would do things that moved her to tears.
Therefore, in her opinion, the conflict between Song Jianwei and Song Yizhi was always because Song Jianwei did not love Li Yunxia, so naturally he would not like Song Yizhi.
However, if it was just because Song Yizhi was a girl, Song Jianwei's temperament changed drastically, and it seemed that it was not impossible.
She was frightened, but she still wanted to take a gamble.
On Christmas Eve, the wind blew the leaves on the streets.
Song Yizhi and Lin Wan and the others made an appointment to spend together. She prepared apples and letters, and there was a hidden love statement in the letter to Shen Yilan.
Without Song Jianwei disturbing her and her mother, everything seemed to be smooth.
She didn't even think of Zhang Qinglai at all, until she left the school gate with a gift and saw the figure under the dim street light again. She turned around and took a big step in the opposite direction.
Zhang Qing wanted to get angry with her, so she chased her with her stomach.
Song Yizhi wanted to run away, but heard a "plop" sound behind him.
She stopped and heard Zhang Qing shouting again, "Yizhi."
Song Yizhi turned around and looked at Zhang Qing kneeling under the street lamp, holding the lamppost with his hands.
"You know that no matter what result you tell me, I will let them divorce, so why should I come to me? If something happens here, do you want me to be responsible? Zhang Qing, just be a mistress and you have to come and go.
I'm showing off, right? Besides, I'm not your opponent. Have you ever thought that if my parents divorce and I'll give it to my dad, you'll have to support me. Do you think I'll make you feel better in the future if you do this now?"
Song Yizhi approached step by step, and the lights made her sad and angry and cruel look even more terrifying.
Perhaps because he was kneeling, Zhang Qing felt oppression at that moment.
Or maybe it was the extremely terrifying things in Song Yizhi's words that Zhang Qing began to worry. If she really put Song Yizhi by her side, could her child survive safely?
"I'll find a way not to award you to him."
Zhang Qing was still kneeling, but lowered his head to think about countermeasures.
Song Yizhi sneered, "Song Jianwei cheated on him alone, so he was able to leave the house with nothing more than gambling debts, and some friends in society who have been linked up. I don't know how you will live in the rest of your life? But even if you don't live
, I will still try my best to get the support I should pay. After all, I am under 18, and divorce will not affect his payment for me."
Zhang Qing thought this girl was very hateful.
The shadow was very short under the light, but she seemed to see Song Yizhi's shadow spreading.
"Song Yizhi, it is impossible for you to be happy with a scheming girl like you."
Zhang Qing didn't even dare to look at her because she was afraid of her eyes.
Song Yizhi squatted down and met her eyes with her away, "Is it possible that you are too scheming, so in order not to be hurt, I just learned from you, so if you really give this sentence to me, I I can't bear it, after all, it's more suitable for you."
Song Yizhi turned around and walked away, but Zhang Qing shouted to her back: "My child is a boy, he can't repeat your mistakes, and I won't believe a word of what you say."
After walking a long way, Song Yizhi was in a state of anger and did not go to meet Lin Wan.
Finally, she explained the situation on QQ. She sat alone on the bench on Binhe Road, listening to the whistle and sound of the wind.
It's too cold this winter.
She missed a cup of milk tea that Chen Yilan bought when she was learning to ride a bike last year, but she could only hold the cold red apple, her nose was red and she almost burst into tears.
The hand-woven scarf surrounded her neck when she was almost unable to withstand crying.
Blocked the wind from her mouth and nose, and the silk that slipped out when the wool was hooked took over her tears.
She gathered it up and could smell Chen Yilan's smell.
"Lin Han said you made an appointment with Linwan for Christmas Eve and said you would meet with us. I'm afraid you don't know that we're gathering in another place, so I'll tell you."
Song Yizhi's eyes were red and he didn't dare to say anything, for fear of crying as soon as he opened his mouth.
Chen Yilan sat against her shoulder, his turtleneck sweater was pulled up by him, covering his mouth and nose, leaving only a pair of shiny eyes.
"Do you want to have a roasted sweet potato?"
Song Yizhi only looked at him and did not speak.
Then he took out a bag of oil paper from the thick cotton coat.
"If I don't like it, I still have fried chestnuts." Then I fumbled out of my pocket of clothes for a few more times, then took out two chestnuts and lay on his palm.
"I originally wanted to buy chestnuts, but the boss said that the last one had been booked, so I had to buy sweet potatoes. As a result, the person who booked came to get the chestnuts. I looked at his chestnuts for several times and gave us both. I'll give it to you, it's still hot."
Song Yizhi reached out to get the chestnut, her fingertips were cold so she was afraid that it would cool him down, but her whole body was swaying. She was upset, but she felt her hands were wrapped in a ball of warmth.
"Your hands are like ice, so you can take you to have hot pot."
His hands were big and warm. After speaking, the man had already gotten up, wrapped her hand and loosened it, then passed through her sweater, held her wrist, and pulled her into the nearest hot pot restaurant.
She was so nervous that she didn't dare to speak, and the indoor temperature also became warmer.
She should cherish her if she doesn't spend much time alone.
But Chen Yilan doesn't seem to have these concepts.
Because Lin Wan and Lin Han were called soon, and the four of them sat on one side, and Christmas Eve seemed to have more of the atmosphere they should have.