The black-hearted boss has dropped his vest again

Chapter 352 Talk
"Let's go."

She said lightly, just right, let's make it clear.

This street, after the excitement, there is only solitude left.

At this point in time, there was no one in the store, and the waiters were wiping the tables and chairs and cleaning the floor.

At the window seat, Xia Ran sat calmly, looking dignified.

That perfectly maintained face doesn't look like someone in their forties at all, it looks very young.

In the gentle eyes, there is a soft smile, kind and kind.

Shi Shuyang walked over with Qin in his arms, and sat down in front of her naturally.

She and Xi Yanchu deliberately waited for the crowd to disperse before leaving Ming Qinji. When they came out, they didn't wear hats or masks, but just covered their heads with a large windbreaker hat.

Seeing her face, Xia Ran was not surprised at all, "I knew it was you, Yang Yang."

"Sorry, Aunt Ji." Shi Shuyang nodded to her politely, "I was the one who was rude just now."

Xia Ran's gaze was locked on her face, with some kind of reminiscence, and finally, she sighed softly: "We are all just remembering the old man."

As she spoke, her gaze fell on the carillon in her arms, and she spoke earnestly, "Can I touch it?"

Shi Shuyang didn't object, and got up and handed Qin to her with both hands.

Xia Ran quickly picked it up, hastily and cautiously.

Carillon No. [-] is very old. Although it is maintained frequently, the body of the carillon is still a little old.

She didn't even dare to touch the strings, for fear that the bell-like sound would attract the attention of outsiders.

His fingertips gently slid across the body of the piano, and at that moment, Shi Shuyang saw her beautiful eyes suddenly flushed.

Xia Ran's voice carried memories, "When I first met your mother, it was on Yanqingdao, across a lake, with willows fluttering, and her piano sound was so beautiful."

Everyone says that the people in Yan Qingdao are peerless masters, but it is not true, there are ordinary people there, but because Yan Qingdao frightens the outside world, they have been given a layer of legend.

"We are all people who love rhythm. Once we met, we became bosom friends."

Shi Shuyang sat across from her and listened quietly.

At the end, Xia Ran sighed again: "She left the island for the first time to come to Chenjing to attend my wedding."

"Sometimes I keep thinking, if it weren't for me, maybe she wouldn't have met your father, let alone..." She died in a foreign land.

"Aunt Ji!" Shi Shuyang interrupted her, "I am also very sad about the death of my parents, but I remember my father said that being able to meet my mother was the luckiest thing in his life.

To be able to marry her is even more fortunate for his three lives.

My mother also said that she never regretted marrying my father, even though they couldn't disclose their marriage relationship, they could only hide it. "

"They are happy."

The only misfortune was given by others.

When mentioning his parents, Shi Shuyang's heart was very heavy, and even his eyes became a little bit cold.

"So you don't have to be stuck in the pain of the past, I think mom also wants your life to be happy and joyful."

Xia Ran looked at the red-eyed girl on the opposite side who was trying to persuade her, and smiled affectionately.

"Yangyang, sometimes you really look like your mother, she is also so gentle and considerate... It's a pity..."

"Aunt Ji, you are wrong, I am nothing like my mother."

She is not as generous as her mother.

Not as forgiving as she is.

Her heart is ruthless enough, so that even if she hurts the enemy a thousand and hurts herself eight hundred, she will kill the person who has hurt her.

She can hide and lick the wound by herself, but she will never let the enemy stand in front of her and laugh.

(End of this chapter)