Xu Zhiya walked in through the side door of the garden, and she greeted her to sit at the dining table and prepare for dinner.

Song Wenting was about to answer when the cell phone rang in the bag, and his eyes fell, it was her cell phone.

The screen showed an incoming call from Yun Jin, Song Wenting lowered his brows a little annoyed, touched his fingertips lightly, and pressed to hang up.

But just a few seconds after hanging up, there was another call.

Inexplicably, as long as she doesn't answer, she will keep calling.

Song Wenting got up and approached the garden, took a deep breath before picking up: "What's the matter?"

"I heard from Teacher Gu that you are married?" Her tone was very light, as if she asked casually.

"Yeah." Song Wenting heard the sound of the mahjong table on her side, and the crisp impact was transmitted to the eardrums, Song Wenting lost his usual patience, "I still have something to do here..."

"Didn't I tell you that if you have a boyfriend, you should bring your mother to see it first." While she was drawing cards, she was distracted to deal with her.

"He's not a boyfriend."

is the husband.

Song Wenting's gaze fell on a corner of the garden, where there was a huge glass room. Under the dim sky, a faint but beautiful warm light began to light up in the glass room.

Before she could find out, Yun Jin's words rang in her ear: "I heard that he is the youngest son of the Ji family. Why didn't you tell me earlier? I even tried my best to give you a good idea." Well." Her laughter was mixed with a taste of showing off on purpose, "I heard from Zhang Jin, he also bought your house?"

Song Wenting lowered his eyes, and the corners of his mouth curled up indifferently: "This is my own business, and it has nothing to do with you."

Over there, Yun Jin was obviously stunned by her tone, and the sound on the poker table also stopped. Yun Jin called her: "Song Wenting, don't be as good as your father, don't be ashamed..."

"Snap" the phone was dropped by her directly.

The eyelid is the shimmering glass room, which looks gorgeous and warm. She used the light to suppress the emotions in her eyes until her aunt told her to eat when she was ready.

The table was full of dishes, she and Xu Zhiya were sitting face to face, and Grandma Ji was late.

Her face has returned to her usual elegance: "Listen, eat more, you look thin."

"Yeah." There are many dishes, and the taste is also excellent.

It's just that there were only the three of them in front of the huge table. Xu Zhiya explained that Ji Xianrong and Uncle Ji Yanzhou were out socializing together, while Xu Xinning was filming an advertisement outside.

"This child, ever since she signed the contract with Yanzhou Company, has been so busy that she can't keep her feet on the ground. Let her come back for a meal and ask her." Xu Zhiya scolded her contemptuously, but her words were full of indulgence.

Grandma Ji brought the seafood porridge that her aunt had served for her, and she responded after hearing the words: "Let's not talk about Lime, any man in this family will come home, and you can't ask for it."

Speaking of which, Grandma Ji asked casually: "Listen, if Yan Zhou doesn't come home after get off work, you have to make him a little angry. If you don't work for a day, the company won't collapse, and if your wife doesn't accompany you for a day, then in a blink of an eye will be gone."

Xu Zhiya kept her words in her words, and she stopped talking.

Song Wenting also nodded obediently.

Everyone has a small appetite. After the meal, there were still a lot of food left on the table. Xu Zhiya greeted her aunt, put the food in the incubator, and waited for Ji Xianrong to come back to fill her stomach.

Grandma Ji led Song Wenting to the garden for a walk to digest food. The two went from the side garden all the way to the back garden of the villa. Only then did Song Wenting realize that there are really many flowers here, and they are all well cared for.

She couldn't help but marvel: "Aunt Ya took care of it so well."

Grandma Ji's eyes also fell on the glass room in the corner, and she couldn't help nodding, but her tone was quite meaningful: "She's doing what she likes."

Under Song Wenting's puzzled eyes, Grandma Ji continued: "The front and rear gardens were all built by the former mistress, but she was full of enthusiasm and didn't know how to manage or maintain them. In the end, she just ended up with a look of ruin. You must completely give up Go ahead, my eldest son was reluctant, so Zhiya took care of it again."

"Is the former hostess Yan Zhou's mother?"

The two figures just passed by outside the glass house, which was a small garden, which became more and more quiet under the lights at night.

Grandma Ji obviously didn't want to say more. She pulled her into the living room and changed the subject with a smile: "Let's go, I'll show you something good."

Song Wenting had no choice but to follow the old man upstairs, stepping on the spiral staircase all the way to a door.

This is a room in the corridor. She took out a key from her pocket and opened the solid wood door with the light. With a squeak, the door was pushed open by her grandmother, and her eyes were creased. He smiled at her and said, "Yan Zhou's room from childhood to adulthood."

It's a little dark inside and can't see clearly.

After grandma finished opening the door, she put the key in her hand and motioned her to go in: "It has been cleaned by someone. You can look at what is inside. Anyway, yours is his, and his is yours. Oh, there is also on the desk. The photos of him growing up are so good." She greeted her aunt who had gone upstairs, "Xiaoqin, bring a set of toiletries for Tingting." Then she turned her attention to Song Wenting again. , "Stay to sleep tonight."

Grandma explained everything, and in her submissive nod, she covered her mouth and yawned: "I went to the room to listen to the song, and then fell asleep."

"Okay. Good night, grandma."

Watching Grandma Ji go downstairs, until her slender figure disappeared before her eyes, Song Wenting entered the room holding a cold key.

Fumbling to turn on the light, the warm yellow light poured out.

His room is bigger than she imagined. There is a row of wardrobes next to the door. There are many books on a desk with a drop-top on the opposite side, but there is a watch and a globe on the table, and some scattered The mechanical things in the room are obviously the traces of being rearranged, and there is a single sofa next to the desk with a dark gray thin blanket on it.

Opposite the table is a bed, and the dark blue quilt has a somewhat cold atmosphere.

Song Wenting approached.

In this airtight space, it seems that you can smell the woody smell of Ji Yanzhou.

And Song Wenting was like an intruder who entered his private area without saying hello, and she froze for a while, not daring to move.

It happened that Yue Yao called and said a few words about the video on Weibo. At the request of her company, his video had been deleted, and her comic book was about to be taken off the shelf.

Song Wenting frowned after listening, and opened his own Weibo. Fortunately, the Weibo he posted is still there.

There were more than 10,000 comments below, and the number of likes exceeded 300,000.

Song Wenting opened the comments, most of which were well-intentioned and positive. Some people mentioned previous events to help the people who eat melons point to a link. Song Wenting opened the URL link titled "The beginning and end of the Nanda Fishpond Incident." With a small face, she read it word by word, and it did not involve the privacy of any of the victim girls, but it explained the matter objectively and clearly. Even Ji Yanzhou and several boys from the same department are regarded as real heroes.

Song Wenting pulled back to the interface, liked this comment, and then exited.

Another phone call with Yue Yao.

Just sat down on the chair, opposite the transparent floating globe, which kept turning.

Song Wenting shifted his gaze, and looked at the desk seriously.

Inexplicably, there is a sense of intimacy. In high school, he and Ji Yanzhou in high school both leaned over and wrote test papers in front of a similar desk.

Her eyes fell on a row of books, remembering the photo album that grandma said, and her curiosity suddenly became hooked, and she flipped gently with her long fingers. The album was easy to find, and she quickly saw it on the top shelf. Similar albums.

It's a pity that her arms are not long enough. She looked down at the chair and said nothing. She took off her shoes and stepped on the chair, reaching for the album.

Finally, my fingertips touched the edge, and with a hard pull, the album was pulled out.

But with a "bang", there was also a notebook with a soft leather cover that fell.

Song Wenting's gaze paused, and a flash of inspiration suddenly exploded in his mind.

The cover is pink, and it depicts a squatting cartoon girl and a cat. She followed Yue Yao to several stationery stores to buy a fancy diary that was very popular among girls.

But after a week, it fell.

Song Wenting slowly reached out and touched Fang Ruan, for fear that this dream would be broken if he was not careful.

Open the cover with your fingertips, and the words "Song Wenting" written on the first solid-color page come to your eyes.

His pupils shrank, and his heart began to thump uncontrollably in his chest.

really hers.

The notebook she lost for eight years was actually on Ji Yanzhou's bookshelf.

The inner page was a little old, and I flipped the paper with my fingers, and the real first page appeared in front of my eyes, with her handwriting on it, and a few words written in beautiful small letters: [Although the moon is out of reach, I also want to be a dream catcher. . 】

Song Wenting thought of this sentence and copied it out of nowhere. This sentence has no special meaning to her.

But now it seems that there are more unknown feelings.

At that time, she was about to enter high school, and she had not met the boy in her life who was as far away as the moon.

So, Ji Yanzhou... Did you know her at that time?

Or, did you just find her notebook by accident?

Can't wait to continue, the next page is blank.

Song Wenting held his breath and continued to read. Sure enough, after a few blank pages, a handwriting that obviously didn't belong to a girl appeared in front of his eyes. He wrote forcefully and recklessly: [Dropped, it's mine. 】

The following also wrote his name naively: Ji Yanzhou.

These three words are even more flamboyant and domineering, occupying half of the page.

Then go down: [It turned out to be in our school, elementary school girl. 】

A few words were written on one page, and there was a row of small dates below.

Song Wenting shook his fingertips, as if he heard his voice calling him "primary school girl" in his ear.

The following pages are filled with words, and each page is very short, but Song Wenting can follow along and recall the high school self in his eyes: [The strawberry flavored milk I drank today. —Is it that sweet? 】

[Good students are late, what can I learn from me? 】

【Why every time you meet me, you have to pretend that you didn't see it. 】

【bother. 】

[Qin didn't practice well, and fell ill again, so we couldn't go on stage together. 】

[The skirt is very good-looking, it would be great if it was only worn for me to see. 】

【Is this candy so delicious? 】

[Okay, buy two boxes to try. 】

[Hide when you see me today, is the senior so scary? 】

[This candy really doesn't taste good, so I lost it. 】

[Don't know how to hold an umbrella when it's raining? 】

[You don't even want the first grade teacher? Think you can read the meeting with notes? 】

[Physical education classes are finally together. 】

[Have you seen the senior playing? Isn't it handsome? 】

[I like to eat steamed dumplings. Filled with corn and shrimp. 】

【like him? 】

【Well, very beautiful. 】

【Are you so unhappy to take pictures with me? Too lazy to even smile at me. 】

[Would you like to be my girlfriend? 】

[I've never been a nice person. 】

[Little Bodhisattva. 】

[The skirt is beautiful today. 】

[What kind of perfume do you use? It smells so good. 】

[I want to kiss you, but I dare not. 】

[I like to hug. 】

[Still like him? 】

[Sure enough, you don't like me. 】

The page came to a sudden stop here, Song Wenting continued to turn back with trembling fingertips, the paper was flipped and rattled, just like her heart was beating rapidly at the moment, buzzing in her head, no sound could be heard .

She blushed, and finally found the familiar handwriting on the last few pages.

This time he started writing from the last page.

The handwriting has obviously changed from before, even the tone of voice.

【haven't seen you for a long time. 】

[Why are you not angry? 】

[I really want to bully. 】

[Still like him? 】

[But he doesn't like you. So, marry me. 】

[Why don't you still smile at me? What do you dislike? 】

[But you are mine. 】

[Song Wenting, one day, you must be mine. 】

"Click" the notebook fell to the ground with a crisp sound, Song Wenting lowered his head in panic, and the moment he picked it up, a photo fell out of it.

Girls and boys in school uniforms.

The raging sunshine, the clear eyes, and the four words "My listen" written in the same handwriting on the back.

The end of his eyes were red, Song Wenting held the photo tightly for a long time without saying a word.

It turned out that everything was traceable.

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