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Chapter 8
Ran Yuwei¡¯s house was mortgaged and she bought it early. She lives alone in a 100-square-meter house.
The house is decorated in a very stylish way, but there is no fireworks. She doesn't cook, and all her meals are taken care of in the workplace canteen. When Song Ran came, the two of them either went to the restaurant or ordered takeout.
Song Ran used to cook.
During the summer vacation of the second grade of junior high school, Ran Yuwei and her diplomat boyfriend at the time got off work late. Song Ran bought vegetables and cooked the meal herself, and waited obediently and proudly for her mother to come home.
After Ran Yuwei came home and saw a table of food, she didn't say anything for a long time. Then she called Song Zhicheng and cursed him. Asked how Yang Huilun abused her daughter and why Ran Ran knew how to cook at a young age.
Yang Huilun was actually very nice to Song Ran, too nice.
???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????: Song Zhicheng¡¯s colleagues and intellectuals from his workplace live in the house. Any big disturbance in any house can¡¯t escape other people¡¯s eyes. Yang Huilun had never read any books and was timid. She was also afraid that people outside would say that her stepmother was evil, but she was very kind to Song Ran, as good as a guest. Song Ran also always took the initiative to do things to make her stepmother happy, or to prove that she was not a guest. This subtle psychology also quietly brought the emperor city. At the diplomat's house, she had to prove that she was not a troublesome guest who came for food and lodging. But when she came back the next year, her mother's boyfriend was nowhere to be seen.
Ran Yuwei has had several relationships over the years, but none of them ended well. So far alone.
The two of them ordered takeout Japanese food. Song Ran found a few bottles of good grapefruit wine in the refrigerator and drank it with ice cubes.
Ran Yuwei poured herself red wine and asked, "You have been running around the city these days. What are you busy with?"
"Check some historical information. It's too hard to find it in Dongguo." In fact, she contacted Luo Junfeng, a well-known best-selling book planner, but she didn't want her mother to know, "They were all running to the library. I couldn't find it in Liangcheng before."
Ran Yuwei timely returned to the topic of conversation in the car: "The resources of Imperial City are really incomparable to Liang City. If you want to develop well, you have to come here."
Song Ran was still resisting, whether it was against the Imperial City or Ran Yuwei. Perhaps in her eyes, the Imperial City is equal to Ran Yuwei. She said: "I don't have any big pursuits, so it's good now."
"I think you and your father are equally virtuous."
"I am his daughter, so of course I have the same virtues as him."
Ran Yu slightly raised her eyes to look at her. The woman in her forties had crow's feet at the corners of her eyes that could not be hidden even with makeup. She said coldly: "You are his daughter, so you are not my daughter?"
Song Ran couldn't bear it and whispered: "Can you stop being like a child?"
Ran Yu smiled slightly: "The wings are hard."
Song Ran had nothing to say.
When Ran Yuwei and Song Zhicheng fought for custody rights, Song Zhicheng refused to divorce. Ran Yuwei was so disgusted by her cheating husband that she just wanted to get divorced as soon as possible and went north, giving up the division of property and Song Ran. At that time, little Song Ran was only two or three years old, holding on to the wall, running and wailing for her mother.
Ran Yuwei said word for word: "It was Song Zhicheng who betrayed that family."
This is the biggest pain and failure in her life.
??????????????????????????????????????????????Out out of her parents' objections to marry Song Zhicheng, who had nothing but his talent, the marriage lasted only more than three years, and she ignored her parents' objections to leave the house and left Liangcheng to work alone in the Imperial City.
¡°It¡¯s her fault that she is too proud and cannot bear the failure of her marriage, which seems to trample on her self-esteem. He still refuses to return to Liangcheng. The relationship with his parents also deteriorated to the extreme, until the two elders passed away one after another.
Although Song Ran knew that her father was a traitor since she was a child, she had lived with her father for a long time. A father who never treated her badly and truly loved her made her unable to hate him like her mother.
Ran Yuwei poured half a glass of red wine again and asked, "You can stay where you want. Did Song Zhicheng say when he would buy you a house?"
Song Ran remained silent, not understanding why every word her mother said hurt her.
"Your grandma's house belongs to your uncle. Ran Chi is still studying, so you can live there for a year or two. When he grows up and wants to start a family, you have to vacate it."
Song Ran said: "Isn't it still a few years away? I will buy a house in a few years."
"With your salary of four to five thousand, can you afford it?"
"I can't afford to rent. Can I still sleep on the street?" She simply used all the rebellious energy she had never used in her life.
"Okay." Ran Yuwei said, "There is potential."
In the remaining few days in the Imperial City, Ran Yuwei did not mention this matter again.
During this period, Song Ran met Luo Junfeng. Luo Junfeng is a well-known book planner in the industry.; She opened the Alto door and got in, leaning her head on the seat. The seat back was burning hot on her back, and the temperature inside the car was very high. She turned on the air conditioner to cool down.
The wind blows from the outlet.
The gray-white building has a layer of sunset covering its walls, making it very quiet. Behind the building is a dense mountain forest with fat green leaves. She suddenly thought of the Eastern Kingdom, with its vast tracts of dusty olive groves.
The temperature inside the car had completely cooled down. She looked at her watch and saw that nearly ten minutes had passed.
She couldn¡¯t wait too long, the guard at the gate would become suspicious. She glanced at the black umbrella on the car next door, finally sat up straight, and was about to pull up her seat belt, but out of the corner of her eye she caught a glimpse of a person walking out from behind the corner of the building.
Short-sleeved combat uniform, belt, trousers, military boots, a very familiar figure.
Song Ran immediately loosened his seat belt, reached out to turn down the air conditioner, and pretended to have just gotten in the car.
Li Zan walked towards this side, squinting slightly against the light of the setting sun. As he got closer, he saw her in the car.
Song Ran lowered the window glass and said hello: "Officer Li."
He nodded slightly and asked, "Come to drive?"
"Yeah." Song Ran said, "It's been here for a week and it's causing trouble."
"Nothing." He smiled.
Song Ran found that he often laughed, but never out loud, always gentle and light, like the breeze.
But it seems like out of politeness we won't get closer.
"And the umbrella," she pointed out, "I brought it."
She put away the long umbrella on the front hood of the car, arranged each umbrella neatly, rolled it up tightly, and buckled it tightly with the umbrella strap.
He opened the car door, put the umbrella in, and bent over to rummage between the seats.
After about ten seconds, he closed the car door and took two books and two bottles of water in his hands.
He handed her a bottle. Song Ran took advantage of this moment to take a quick glance and saw clearly that he was holding an advanced physics and chemistry book in English.
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"Thank you." She took the water and said, "I also want to thank you for last time."
"Last time?" Li Zan raised his eyebrows slightly.
Song Ran explained: "Bo Keta."
"Oh" He responded casually, put the book on the hood of the car, unscrewed the bottle of water and took a sip. When the man raised his head, his jaw curved hard and his Adam's apple rolled up and down.
Song Ran looked away and looked at the small white bottle cap in his hand.
He only took a sip and closed the lid. Then he looked at her with a very quiet look. But he is a soldier after all, and his silent eyes also have a vague power.
Song Ran spoke slowly and continued the topic: "It took me a long time to find the information on the destruction of Bo Keta. It is so unpopular. Do you have any research on the history of the Eastern Kingdom?"
Li Zan tightened the bottle cap, smiled slightly, and said, "The locals told it."
Song Ran was stunned.
He took the books on the hood of the car, tapped the hood, nodded and said goodbye: "Let's go first."
"¡¡Um."
"Oh" He just turned around, then thought of something and took a step back, asking, "Is my rope still there with you?"
Song Ran: "Huh?"
He waved his hand: "Just throw it away."
"Ah. Yes." She said quickly, "But at my house."
She lied, the red string was in her bag.
She lowered her eyelashes, then raised them and said, "I didn't bring it with me. Can I give it back to you next time?"
"good."
Song Ran asked: "How can I pay it back next time?"
He thought for a moment and asked, "Do you have paper and pen?"
"have."
Song Ran lowered his head and rummaged through the paper and pen in his bag, guiltily avoiding the red rope lying inside. She handed him the pad and pen.
He came over, put the water bottle and folder on the roof of her car, took the pen and paper, leaned over slightly, and wrote on the side of her car window. The man's figure suddenly covered the skylight outside the window.
Song Ran raised her eyes to peek at his downturned face. His eyebrows were very high, his eyelashes were very long, and his skin color was healthy, neither too fair nor too dark.
He quickly wrote down a series of numbers, tapped the pen tip on the paper, and straightened up.
Her eyes naturally moved to the sticky note, where she wrote the word "Àî", followed by a phone number.
He said: "It's troublesome."
She took it and said, "It should be. I'm sorry, I accidentally pulled it off."
He smiled lightly and was noncommittal.
"Is that rope safe?" she asked.
"Well." He thought of something and reached out to her for paper again, "If I'm on duty, make another call."
Song Ran gave him the paper. Seeing him lowering his head and writing the number seriously, he hesitated for a moment and said, "Is it a gift from a relative?"
He didn¡¯t answer at first, but when he finished writing it to her, he raised his eyes to look at her and said, ¡°Yeah.¡±
Song Ran was heartbroken and said: "Then I will also leave you a phone number. If I forget in case I am busy, please remind me. Don't lose important things." (Remember the website address: www. hlnovel.com)?Does the rope keep you safe? " she asked.
"Well." He thought of something and reached out to her for paper again, "If I'm on duty, make another call."
Song Ran gave him the paper. Seeing him lowering his head and writing the number seriously, he hesitated for a moment and said, "Is it a gift from a relative?"
He didn¡¯t answer at first, but when he finished writing it to her, he raised his eyes to look at her and said, ¡°Yeah.¡±
Song Ran was heartbroken and said: "Then I will also leave you a phone number. If I forget in case I am busy, please remind me. Don't lose important things." (Remember the website address: www. hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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