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Grandma could see a rare anxiety from Zong Ying's expression. Although she didn't know where she was, this anxiety at least proved that the relationship between the two was extraordinary. Reading at zero
Since Zong Ying is as difficult to probe as a copper wall and an iron wall, he can only find another breakthrough. This young man who looks mild and old-fashioned in front of him is undoubtedly an excellent choice——
Grandma immediately turned around and came to a conclusion. She smiled and said to Sheng Qingrang, "So the clothes Zong Ying bought yesterday were for you, so it seems that we know each other. I remember seeing you in the lobby the day before yesterday?"
The old man's memory is surprisingly good, and he can't be fooled at all. Before the two of them can answer, he immediately asked, "When did you come yesterday?"
Grandma knew that she wanted to expose it, but Sheng Qingrang was eager to get out, but she had to remain calm.
When Sheng Qingjang was thinking sharply in response to the elder's words, Zong Ying suddenly walked out of the door, stepped forward and hugged him, clasped his hand pretending to be intimate, and quickly turned around and said to his grandmother, "I have something to do with him. Tell me, grandma, wait a minute."
She didn't let go after she finished speaking, she hurried forward around Sheng Qingrang's waist and lowered her voice close to him, "It's too late, you have to leave quickly, where was this place more than seventy years ago?"
Sheng Qingjang could only bow his head to accommodate her height, and quickly replied: "It's also a hotel, but only on the seventh floor."
Zong Ying looked up at the elevator floor indicator, the elevator refused to come down on the 21st floor, she frowned, and immediately pushed open the door of the emergency stairwell, pulling Sheng Qing to run down quickly——
It wasn't until a "7f" sign in gold on a black background appeared in front of her that she quickly stopped her steps. The sound of the paper bag being scraped by the corner of the stairs suddenly sounded, and the clothes fell out of the bag.
Sheng Qingrang was about to bend over to pick it up when Zong Ying glanced at the time and said, "Don't worry about it, Mr. Sheng." She looked up at him as she said, "Five seconds left."
What can you do in five seconds?
She was short of breath, Sheng Qingrang was also panting, one heart beat 10 times, the other 11 times, and she couldn't even utter a complete sentence. The moment she released her hand, it was farewell.
There was only Zong Ying's breath left in the corridor, a torn paper bag, and a changed shirt.
Sheng Qingrang, who disappeared in an instant, appeared on the rooftop of a grand hotel in Nanjing in 1937. Zong Ying and the dim corridors were no longer in sight. Instead, there was the gray skyline of Nanjing, with dark clouds rolling arrogantly. , the air was so moist that it seemed to wring out water.
At 6:01, in two different eras, almost inaudible sighs sounded at the same time.
One figured out a way to get off the roof before the shower, the other bent down to pick up the shirt that fell on the stairs, packed his breath and went upstairs again.
When Zong Ying went back, her grandmother was standing at the door waiting for her, and asked her with a smile on her face, "Why did you come up alone? Where's the young man?"
Zong Ying said perfunctorily: "He was in a hurry and was called away by a friend."
Grandma looked inquisitively: "He looks pretty good, when did you meet?"
Zong Ying said, "It's been a while."
Grandma asked again, "Then why did you pretend that you didn't know each other that night?"
Zong Ying couldn't make it any longer, so he answered dryly in three words: "He is shy."
Zong Ying said this, but it aroused grandma's interest even more, but grandma also knew that there was nothing to ask further, so the inquiries ended here, and finally only added: "Please let him have a meal together when you have time."
Zong Ying responded vaguely, went back to the room and put the dirty shirt into the laundry bag, quickly checked the laundry list, turned to change the subject with his grandmother, and even deliberately changed his name to adjust the atmosphere: "Ms. Where are you going?"
My grandmother sat down and put on her reading glasses, took out the travel brochure, and suddenly pointed to the Holocaust Memorial Hall and said, "Take me here. My eldest brother was only 6 years old when he was 37 years old. He was brought by my aunt to visit relatives in Nanjing. I couldn't go back, and in the end I don't know where it was buried."
The wrinkled hands slowly rubbed on the photo, which is an inevitable sadness when thinking about the old things.
The atmosphere suddenly became heavier, Zong Ying changed clothes without a word, took her downstairs for breakfast, and set off to the Holocaust Memorial Hall.
The ever-bright lamp under the word Lien burned in the morning wind, and the cross was imprinted impressively.
December 13, that day is very close to Sheng Qingrang. And before this day comes, Shanghai has already fallen——
Zong Ying looked at the date stamped on the wall and thought, what will happen to those people he knows?
A sense of powerlessness that had been sealed by history suddenly struck, so that Zong Ying still looked unconvinced when he came out of the museum. Grandma also realized that Zong Ying's mood was too bad, so she suggested to go to the Confucius Temple for a walk. Finally, in the lively crowd, she finally captured some of the vitality that belongs to the human world.
This is the end of our Nanjing trip.
According to the original plan, it was supposed to check out the room tomorrow and go back to Shanghai, but Zong Ying planned to send Sheng Qingrang back this evening, and then take the morning high-speed train to pick up her grandmother tomorrow.
After having dinner with my grandmother, she first went to retreat to Shengqing's room, and then showed her grandma: "I have to go back to Shanghai tonight if I have something to do. I'll take the high-speed train to pick you up tomorrow morning, okay?"
"Why don't we go together?" Grandma looked up at her, "It's too much trouble to make an extra trip."
"But at night you need to rest."
"You can rest in the car, not to mention I don't worry about you going on the highway alone at night."
When grandma saw the tricks, Zong Ying could only answer: "There will be another person in the car, you don't have to worry."
When she said this, my grandmother refused to stay in Nanjing alone and wait: "Is that the guy from the morning? He wants to go back to Shanghai with you, right?"
Zong Ying knew that he could not avoid it, and replied, "Yes."
Grandma stood up immediately: "Then I'll collect the luggage now, and you go back to the room."
The old lady's attitude was firm, and Zong Ying had nothing to do with her. He only said, "Let's take a shower first, it's still early, he won't come until ten o'clock."
Although grandma thought it was strange, she didn't have too much suspicion. She went to take a shower as Zong Ying said, collected her luggage in a hurry, and went downstairs with Zong Ying to wait.
There were people coming and going in the lobby. The darker the night, the fewer people there were. Grandma stared at the hotel's wall clock. As soon as the clock pointed to ten, she asked anxiously, "Why haven't you come yet? You have made an appointment with him, do you want to? Call again and ask?"
Zong Ying took out his phone, but didn't know where to call. Maybe it's time to give him a cell phone to make contact easier, she thought.
When it was nearly eleven o'clock, grandmother began to feel sleepy, Zong Ying bowed her head in silence, just when she got up in frustration and planned to open the room again to sleep, Sheng Qing made it late.
He seems to have traveled a long way to make this appointment, and his whole person looks dusty.
Even if he was so embarrassed, Zong Ying breathed a sigh of relief and leaned over to wake up the dozing grandmother. Grandma raised her eyelids sluggishly, and when she saw Sheng Qingrang, she instantly regained her spirits: "You're finally here, Zong Ying has been waiting for hours."
Sheng Qingrang apologized repeatedly, and grandma was very satisfied with his courtesy, Tong Zongying said, "Then let's go quickly, don't waste any more time."
After getting into the car, she unscrewed the thermos cup and took a sip of warm water, and began to question Sheng Qingrang.
The long journey of nearly 300 kilometers, and some are time-consuming.
"I still don't know what your name is, what's your name?", "Sheng Qingrang."
"It sounds familiar, but I don't remember very well. Where are you from?", "Shanghai."
"It's also from Shanghai, and now I live in Shanghai? Which district do you live in?"
Before Sheng Qingrang could speak, Zong Ying answered first, "Jing'an District."
Grandma said in surprise: "It's also in Jing'an, so the two families are very close. What do you do?"
Sheng Qing asked to answer: "The legal work."
"lawyer?"
"Yes."
"That's good." Grandma hesitated for a moment after speaking, and finally mentioned the wound on his face: "The injury on your face has something to do with this profession? Did you get revenge?"
"Yes, grandma." Zong Ying answered again.
Grandma said, "Be careful, it's not easy for Chenguang to do any job."
Zong Ying replied to her: "Grandma, you should rest for a while."
This was to clearly stop her from inquiring. Grandma saw her intention and said, "Then I'll squint for a while." Then she reached out and patted Sheng Qingrang's left shoulder.
Sheng Qingrang turned his head suddenly, and grandmother said in a low voice, "This journey will take four hours, Zong Ying will be very tired, you drive with her halfway, and let her take a break."
Sheng Qing's face suddenly burst into embarrassment: "I can't drive."
The answer was beyond my grandmother's expectations, but she still had to smooth things over to ease the other's embarrassment: "I won't either, it doesn't matter."
After grandma finished speaking, she curled up in the back seat and fell asleep. Sheng Qing asked to turn her head to confirm that she was covered with a blanket before sitting upright again, looking at Zong Ying: "I'm really bothering you."
Zong Ying ignored him, his face was always tensed, and he was fully focused on driving.
Sheng Qingrang looked out the car window, the night scene that passed quickly was monotonous, only the street signs of various colors reflected in the dark, so calm and reluctant to part.
After a long time, the tired old man's snoring sounded from the back seat of the car, Zong Ying's tensed face only relaxed a little at this time, and whispered to Sheng Qingrang: "We will be in Shanghai at about three o'clock, and we want to take you to the French Concession. Or a public concession?"
"French Concession."
"Are you going back to the apartment?"
"Yes, I'll go back and see Qinghui and the children."
Zong Ying was a little surprised.
Sheng Qingrang explained: "Second sister doesn't agree with Qinghui's adoption of the two children, so Qinghui can only live in the apartment temporarily. I'm not in Shanghai for a while, so I can only ask Mr. Ye to take care of them, and I don't know what the situation is. "
Zong Ying asked, "How is Shanghai now?"
Sheng Qing closed his eyes briefly, recalling what happened in the past few days, and reluctantly answered only two words: "Not good."
Zong Ying turned his head and glanced at him quickly. For some reason, the feeling of the other party "going and not returning" became stronger in an instant.
Time moved forward a little bit, and the car was speeding quietly at the high speed, as if it could drive to the end of the world. Even if we don't communicate with each other, this quiet and peaceful relationship is also nostalgic.
Immediately, Zong Ying's phone vibrated desperately, the screen lit up, and the caller was "Zong Qinglin".
Zong Ying didn't answer, but the calls kept coming in, one by one, and it seemed that she had to get through.
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Zong Ying glanced at the sign of the service area, and simply drove into the service area. The moment he stopped, he picked up the phone. Before he could call out the address, he scolded his face and asked, "Are you short of money and anxious to cash out? Why? Are you going to sell your shares all of a sudden?"
Faced with his father's questioning, Zong Ying closed his eyes and gritted his teeth secretly, but his voice was calm: "There is no special reason, I just want to reduce my holdings."
Zong Qinglin was obviously angry: "Where are you now? See me at home immediately."
Zong Ying opened his eyes: "It may not be possible, I am on the highway with my grandmother."
As she said, she suddenly opened the car door, Ye Feng came towards her generously, she stepped out and continued to make the call.
The grandmother in the car woke up at this time, and when she opened her eyes, she saw that there was no one in the driver's seat. When she looked outside, she found that Zong Ying was smoking seven or eight meters away. A hand in a pocket, a lonely face in the smoke.
The grandmother felt a little sad and distressed, but she couldn't show too much emotion, so she told Sheng Qing: "You will also persuade Zongying in the future to tell her to smoke less."
Sheng Qing reminded me of the lawyer surnamed Zhang who said that she was going to deal with property and make a will, and recalled her patience that was almost gnashing her teeth just now, her brows knitted together.
He was about to get out of the car, but Zong Ying quickly returned to the car.
She casually clipped her phone into the cradle, fastened her seatbelt, and planned to hit the road again—
The car suddenly stopped starting.
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