The crying of the baby in the car gradually stopped, and Sheng Qinghui's eyes were still out of the car window. Reading at zero

The panic on her face was replaced by helplessness and depression, her expression was weary, and her mood was also low: "I just said something... The school organized us to go to the orphanage several months ago, and now even the school has been bombed. Now, how can the situation in the orphanage get better..."

Muttering a few words is a complete denial of the previous self-persuasion.

The road to the orphanage is blocked, is there any other way?

For this reason, besides Sheng Qinghui and Zong Ying, who fell into silence and embarrassment. Both children were brought into the Sheng family by her. If she hadn't helped her in the Chinese realm at that time, then there would not have been the troubles of the younger sister now.

Zong Ying pursed his lips subconsciously again, thinking about a solution.

Of course she couldn't take these two children to 2015, but in the current situation in Shanghai, most ordinary people are thinking about how to escape, and those who can't escape are thinking about how to save their living materials. At this point, they want to find a suitable family. To adopt these two children, it is really difficult.

It's hard to get back, always try everything, she thought.

"Miss Sheng—" Zong Ying finally spoke, deciding to take the burden from Qing Hui first.

Unexpectedly, before she could say anything, Sheng Qinghui suddenly clenched her fists, raised her lips, and gathered up her courage to say, "Even if the second sister doesn't agree, it doesn't matter! I have a dowry left by my mother alone. Work, I have the ability to raise children."

After she finished speaking, she looked at Zong Ying, as if she wanted to get a little more support from the other party: "I can teach English, maybe even piano, or go to a foreign firm. Even if I don't rely on my family, I won't starve to death. Miss Zong, what do you think? right?"

Zong Ying turned to look at her, those eyes showed the light and firmness unique to young people, teaching people how to speak out to discourage them.

Sheng Qinghui made up her mind at this time, took the child from Zong Ying's arms and said, "Since today is the 19th, why don't you call it Ah Jiu?" She simply and decisively gave the child a nickname, and tried her best to wipe it off with a smile. Going through everything just now was unpleasant, and suggested: "We haven't eaten lunch yet, let's go eat something first!"

She proficiently reported the address to the driver. The driver turned around and turned to Nanjing Road. Ten minutes later, the car stopped in front of a building.

Qinghui got out of the car with her two children, put on an excited look, and said to Zongying, "Miss Zong, the steak here is delicious."

But as soon as she turned around, the smile on her face condensed in an instant - her beloved western restaurant, the doors were closed at this moment, and only a sign was suspended.

Everything is a reminder that the present is not what it used to be. Only a photo studio next door opened half a door, which can be regarded as normal business.

Qinghui stared at the western restaurant unwillingly for a few seconds, then turned her eyes to the photo studio, and turned to say to Zongying, "Miss Zong, why don't we take a photo?"

Zong Ying didn't care about her, he lowered his head and followed her into the photo studio.

As soon as the door was pushed, the bell rang, and the boss in a neat suit poked his head out: "Do you want to take a picture?"

"En." Qinghui turned her head and said to the little boy behind her, "Alai, come to the front." Then she raised her head and said to the boss, "We want to take a group photo."

The boss noticed that Alai was wearing a little shabby, and immediately asked Alai if he wanted to change his clothes and then shoot.

Alai's hands and feet were tied, and Qinghui gave him an encouraging look: "Alai, it's more interesting for children to take pictures with a long focus, so why don't you change clothes with the boss?"

He just went.

After a while, a villain came out from behind the curtain, with a new white shirt and a taupe plaid bow tie, neatly dressed and looking quite energetic.

Qinghui was obviously very satisfied. She carried Ajiu to the chair in front of the curtain and sat down. She then moved her hand to beckon Alai to call him over, and Alai stood beside her with her small body straight.

Zong Ying stood alone outside the camera, watching quietly.

Suddenly, Qinghui called her again: "Miss Zong, come with you too!"

Zong Ying quickly returned to his senses, and politely declined the proposal: "I'm not used to taking pictures, you can take pictures."

Qinghui expressed regret a little, but soon entered the state of taking pictures, and adjusted her sitting posture and facial expressions under the guidance of the photo studio owner.

The photo studio was calm, with the scent of perfume vaguely floating in the air. In the afternoon, the sun crept in through the crack of the door. The moment the photo was frozen, Zong Ying walked straight out of the door.

As an outsider, she shouldn't leave too many traces here, it's time to go back to the apartment.

She and Qinghui bought some freshly baked scones on the way back, and when they arrived at Apartment 699, Qinghui gave her half a bag and asked, "Miss Zong, do you really want to wait for the third brother here? "

"Well, I've agreed with him." Zong Ying took the paper bag, looked at the two sleeping children again, and got out of the car and went back to the apartment.

As dusk drew nearer, she entered the house and caught a long-lost familiar smell.

During the summer vacation when was a child, took a long nap, and when woke up in the evening, could often smell the idle smell of the apartment that had been steamed all day.

At that time, my mother said to her: "Why do you always use the summer vacation so much time to sleep? Taking too many naps may make you stupid."

She confidently replied, "But I've finished all my homework." Then she carried the watermelon and ran to the balcony, watching the sun sink while eating.

She stopped her memory and walked to the balcony, where the city shrouded in twilight came into view.

There are no high-rise buildings decades later, standing on the sixth floor can be condescending, and the sight is almost low. In a city with limited power supply during wartime, the hustle and bustle of the past is no longer what it used to be. Every person under the roof has to face this sudden desertion and an unknown future.

There was no longer the sound of children's frolic in the apartment garden. Before going upstairs, Mr. Ye said: "We live here mostly foreigners, and it used to be lively. If you're not used to it, look at these piles of evening papers—" He said, holding up the newspapers that no one wanted for several days: "Who should you order it for?"

Standing on the balcony watching the sunset, Zong Ying no longer felt the sense of steadfastness and satisfaction in his childhood, instead, he felt powerless and somewhat dazed.

She has no way of knowing what to do or what to do—to her, this era is a dusty history that cannot be changed, and rash actions against it, even in the slightest, may lead to irreparable mistakes.

She waited quietly, until the twilight closed, and until the whole apartment was silent, Sheng Qingrang came back.

The house is dark. He turned on the light, and there was no one in front of the dining table and the sofa; he hurried upstairs again, and he didn't find her in the guest room.

This made Sheng Qing and Dou Sheng panic-he was worried that Zong Ying didn't come on time, and he was even more worried about what trouble she encountered on the road.

Running downstairs, the night wind lifted the curtains blocking the balcony, and a thin ray of moonlight took the opportunity to cover the floor.

He was stunned, walked over quickly, and finally found Zong Ying sleeping on the balcony.

Her head was next to the chair, the moonlight covered her profile, and the clear lines added some softness.

Sheng Qing let the briefcase in his hand still not put down, and stood motionless in front of the rattan chair and looked at her. After a long time, his heart suddenly let go, and he sighed with hindsight - fortunately.

He couldn't bear to be disturbed, but letting her sleep here is bad for her spine, easy to catch cold, and it's not too early.

He leaned over and planned to call her, but before he could say "Miss Zong", Zong Ying suddenly opened his eyes like he woke up from a nightmare, and his eyes were full of horror—

She breathed out of rhythm for a moment, and subconsciously stretched out her hand to grab it, only to hear a voice repeating to her, "It's alright, Miss Zong, it's alright", and then a pair of steady and strong hands grabbed her hand, and the voice Softly as if comforting: "It's alright."

Only then did she recognize a face that was close at hand, her stretched shoulders slumped, her breath gradually eased, and her voice was slightly hoarse: "When is it?"

Sheng Qingrang glanced at the watch on his wrist by the moonlight and replied, "It's almost ten o'clock." He held her hand and instinctively wanted to borrow some warmth and steadiness from her, but his reason told him that he should politely let go at this time.

He loosened his fingers little by little, and when he was about to let go of her, Zong Ying suddenly held him back.

He was stunned, and she asked him in a voice just woken up, "How long until ten o'clock?"

"Two minutes," he said. "Want to go back in the house?"

"No—" Zong Ying tried hard to calm down the rhythmic heartbeat after waking up, took advantage of his strength to stand up, raised his eyes and said to him, "I want to blow some more wind."

"Then...I'll be with you."

After stepping on the 10 o'clock line, from 1937 to 2015, there were bright lights outside the open-air balcony, tall buildings stood tall, and when you were on the sixth floor, you could only look up.

After only a few days of leaving, Zong Ying felt that he had been away for a long time.

There was no trace of gun smoke in the air, only the smell of supper from downstairs.

Zong Ying was hungry, she let go of her hand suddenly, pushed open the balcony door and returned to the house, transformed into the host to entertain Sheng Qingrang: "Sit first." After she finished speaking, she went straight to the kitchen, opened the cupboard to find some food, and finally found only a few Bag of instant noodles, and found a small piece of meat in vacuum sauce in the refrigerator - enough for a meal.

She raised her hand to turn on the range hood, turned on the gas, and the noodle-cooking pot filled with water squeaked, and small bubbles came up from the bottom alone.

When the water in the pot boiled, Zong Ying opened the noodles and poured in the seasonings, then tore the sauce meat package, took it out and put it on the chopping board, cut the meat into a stack of orderly slices and spread it into the noodle pot, and finally turned off the heat. , took down two bowls from the shelf, held the heat-insulating handle with one hand and walked to the dining table, put the pot on the table, and said, "There are not enough ingredients, so I can only do this, Mr. Sheng, please take it..."

She looked sideways at the sofa, but saw that he had already got up and went to the kitchen to get chopsticks. It was an indescribable tacit understanding.

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The two of them can finally sit down and share a steaming dinner.

Filling up his hungry stomach, Zong Ying put down the tableware and took out his mobile phone from his pocket, Sheng Qingrang also put down the tableware and got up to clear the table.

Zong Ying held the phone and watched him pick up the cutlery and walked to the kitchen. Without stopping, he lowered his head and long pressed the power button to turn it on.

Just after searching for the signal, the intensive influx of text messages and push messages almost forced the phone to freeze. After a few seconds of lag, Zong Ying clicked on the text message to call the notification, and the fingertips slid all the way. The message reminded her that she had missed hundreds of calls. phone.

This is proof that modern people are worried and needed.

The sound of ding ding dong dong in the room subsided, replaced by the sound of running water in the kitchen.

When Zong Ying finished browsing, Sheng Qingrang also put the washed tableware on the drain rack.

Zong Ying put her mobile phone aside and thought about it for a long time, and finally said what happened during the day. She said that the second sister ordered Qinghui to send the child to the orphanage, but the orphanage could not accept it at all.

"Qinghui intends to adopt these two children, but this is my responsibility." She said, "I brought these two children to the Sheng family. I think I caused trouble for the Sheng family or Qinghui, Mr. Sheng— —”

She tried to discuss countermeasures with him, Sheng Qing let dry his hands come out of the dim kitchen: "Miss Zong, don't be too anxious, these two children came to Sheng's house, and they have their own fate, this matter will always be dealt with. Method."

He always speaks and does things like this, no matter how difficult things are, he always calms the other person first.

Zong Ying looked up at him and didn't know what to say for a while, so he said, "It's getting late, do you want to take a bath and rest? I still have some things to deal with first."

Sheng Qingrang heard her cell phone ringing again, went upstairs to get a change of clothes, and went into the bathroom.

The first call Zong Ying received was from Sheng Qiushi. He talked a lot in a hurry, and finally asked, "Where are you?"

Zong Ying leaned on the dining table and replied, "I'm at home, I'm going to sleep."

There was silence for two seconds, and he said, "Then open the door, I'm at your door."

Zong Ying's body tensed up suddenly, and he couldn't think of any reason to refuse. He glanced at the bathroom, and finally walked to the entrance to open the door for Sheng Qiushi.

Just as she opened the door, the sound of water in the bathroom suddenly stopped.

Sheng Qiushi didn't notice anything wrong, so he entered the room and asked, "Where have you been these two days?"

Zong Ying replied: "I was on vacation, and I went out for a long trip. The signal was very poor, so I just turned off the phone." She stood talking, obviously not wanting the other party to sit down. After all, once you sit down, it means that time will be delayed even more long.

Sheng Qiushi could only stand with her. He said, "vacation? I read in the news that you were suspended, is that true?"

Suspension? Zong Ying frowned slightly, and Sheng Qiushi called out the news on his mobile phone and handed it to her: "Didn't you watch it?"

Zong Ying took over the phone and saw the headline read: "The forensic doctor involved is suspected of being suspended, has he ever had a medical accident?"

She pursed her lips again, and Sheng Qiu actually comforted: "The media is keen to catch the wind, don't be unhappy because of such a thing, it's all over."

Zong Ying's eyes were still on the screen, and he read the news word by word without saying a word.

Sheng Qiushi realized that he had made a mistake, so he immediately changed the subject: "Have you lost your credit card recently? The tail number is 8923, do you have this card?"

He asked quite suddenly, Zong Ying raised his eyes alertly: "Where have you seen it?"

"I saw someone using your card to settle the bill at the hospital." He was convinced that Zong Ying had indeed lost his card, so he asked, "So did you report the loss?"

Zong Ying glanced at the bathroom out of the corner of his eye. She gave the card to Sheng Qing for use. Of course, she didn't need to report the loss.

At this time, Sheng Qiushi kindly provided her with clues: "It's a young man, about the same height as me, very gentle" He said, took back his mobile phone, and opened the email from a few days ago: "With the one I know People, look alike."

He said and handed the phone over again: "In the top photo, the person standing in the middle."

Zong Ying saw Sheng Qingrang in the photo at a glance - he stood upright and dressed meticulously. There were other people beside him, eldest brother, younger sister, even the fourth eldest Sheng Qinghe, and many others. familiar faces.

Zong Ying slid her finger up, and when she was about to ask "Why do you have this photo", a photo immediately below occupied all her eyes.

A young girl who looked like a student sat in a chair in front of the curtain, next to a little boy in a shirt and a bow tie, holding a baby in her arms, smiling brightly.

Zong Ying was stunned, she asked, "Who is this?"

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