"Ding dong~"

At the door of Room 1605 in a certain building in Zhujiang Dijing, Song Shiwei rang the doorbell.

Not long after, the security door opened, and a woman of about 50 years old poked her head out. She was wearing an apron and her hands and feet were a little rough.

When she saw Song Shiwei returning home, she said enthusiastically and politely: "Weiwei is back."

After saying that, he took out a pair of slippers from the shoe cabinet in the entrance and carefully placed them on the ground.

"Thanks."

After Song Shiwei changed into slippers, she went to the living room. There was a middle-aged woman sitting on the expensive and exquisite sofa.

She is probably in her early 40s. She looks younger because she is well maintained. She wears a pair of gold-rimmed glasses. Song Shiwei's appearance is somewhat similar to hers.

Logically speaking, she should be very beautiful, but the faint wrinkles on her forehead caused by her frequent eyebrow locking ruined a bit of this beauty.

She is Song Shiwei's mother, Lu Man, a female professor at Huanong. She was also rated by students as the most beautiful female professor since the school was founded 98 years ago.

When Lu Man saw his daughter coming back, he picked up the mobile phone on the Huanghuali coffee table and took a look, and suddenly frowned:

"Why are you back 10 minutes later than usual?"

"I was delayed in the classroom for a while."

Song Shiwei seemed to have gotten used to his mother's tone and said expressionlessly.

"There will be no problem in the classroom."

Lu Man put down his cell phone, and seemed to be talking to himself, or sarcastically, and even a little bit self-pitying: "Anyway, don't be like your dad, who went to work for ten and a half days and didn't see anyone in order not to meet and quarrel with me.

, I also sleep in the office.”

Song Shiwei didn't respond and walked back to his room silently.

Suddenly, this huge and luxurious living room became deserted again.

Lu Man sat on the sofa for a while, and subconsciously frowned again, with some regret on his face, as if he was reflecting on how he shouldn't have spoken to his daughter like that just now.

Until another nanny came out of the kitchen and said respectfully: "Professor Lu, the bird's nest, white fungus and lotus seed soup is ready."

"Oh, how long has it been cooking?"

Lu Man raised his hand and tapped the screen of his phone, checked the time, and then walked into the kitchen.

The wallpaper on the mobile phone screen that soon went out showed a delicate and elegant little girl wearing a white skirt, sitting among the flowers, with the corners of her mouth slightly pursed.

Next to it is a line of words: Weiwei’s tenth birthday.

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This house is nearly 300 square meters, and the kitchen area is more than 40 square meters. The gorgeous chandelier is like a string of bright bead curtains, making the kitchen shine.

On the marble stove, there is a bowl of bird's nest, white fungus and lotus seed soup.

Lu Man walked over, scooped it up with a spoon and tasted it, then shook his head and said, "Bake it for a while longer. I feel that the lotus seeds are still a bit hard. It's so late and Weiwei still needs to eat something easy to digest."

"OK."

The nanny quickly agreed and started simmering on low heat again.

Lu Man returned to the living room again. The furniture and ornaments were all very exquisite, but they could not speak. They were silent dead objects.

The sound insulation in the kitchen is also very good, and you can't hear the sound of the range hood at all in the living room.

At home, it seemed like the only sound of my own breathing was left again.

Lu Man sat alone for a while and suddenly felt very bored, so he silently came to the balcony.

Her home is large, so the viewing angle design is also very wide, and she can clearly see some of her neighbors' daily lives.

On the 11th floor opposite, there should be a young couple cuddling on the sofa watching TV;

On the 8th floor is a naughty little girl. She doesn’t want to go to bed at this hour. She is learning to ride a bicycle in the living room. Her father is closely following her to support her, and her mother is watching behind her with a smile on her face;

There seems to be an old couple on the 14th floor. The old lady is giving her husband a haircut, and the old man is shaking his head in the mirror, as if lamenting the passage of time.

…

Lu Man looked at it, his face suddenly a little lonely.

These may not necessarily have rich families, but they seem to have people accompanying them.

It wasn't until the nanny came over to remind him that the bird's nest and lotus seed soup had been cooked again, that Lu Man returned to the kitchen, tasted it and said, "It's okay. I'll bring it to her."

Lu Man carried the dinner plate to his daughter's bedroom door. After knocking twice, Song Shiwei came over and opened it.

"Let's eat something first."

Lu Man put the dinner plate on the table, suddenly patted his head as if he remembered something, and walked out quickly.

When he came in again, Lu Man was holding a new pajamas in his hand: "This aunt who just changed doesn't seem to know that all your underwear must be hand-washed. She washed your pajamas in the washing machine. I don't plan to take them anymore. Wear something new."

"oh."

Song Shiwei lowered his eyes and ate in small bites.

Lu Man sat next to him, looking at his beautiful daughter, and asked: "Have you got the results of the second model?"

Song Shi paused slightly, shook his head and replied: "Not yet."

In fact, if nothing happens tonight, the second model test paper should also be distributed.

However, sometimes the results of the monthly exam are indeed delayed by a day. Lu Man did not doubt it, but unconsciously frowned again: "I still don't understand why you are unwilling to study abroad. Your English is so good, there is no such thing as There is a communication barrier.”

Whenever he encountered a question that he didn't want to answer, Song Shiwei would pretend not to hear it, and it was the same this time.

“It’s okay if I don’t go abroad.”

Lu Man sighed, still a little reluctant: "I don't want to go to Qingbei. I have to study in eastern Guangdong to study at university! I don't know. Is there anything in this place that you can commemorate?"

"I'm done eating."

Song Shiwei suddenly put down the spoon and said softly.

"You are just like your father, you insist on making me angry to death!"

When Lu Man picked up the dinner plate and was about to leave, he couldn't help but remind him: "Don't stay up late tonight, you must rest before 12 o'clock."

"knew."

Song Shiweiqing replied coldly.

After Lu Man left, Song Shiwei immersed himself in the test questions again.

Unknowingly, it was 12 o'clock again, and there was a punctual "dong dong dong" knock on the door: "It's almost time to rest."

"Wait a little longer."

Song Shiwei still had one question to finish.

"At most 15 minutes!"

Lu Man's voice seemed a little irritated, and she probably frowned again.

"I want to see you turn off the lights in 15 minutes."

Lu Man stood outside the door for a while, then left without saying a word.

Song Shiwei didn't speak this time. There was a desk lamp placed on the rosewood round table, and the light shone on her jade-like face. One side was bright, the other was dark, and the outline was graceful and delicate.

It wasn't until his mother's footsteps walked away that Song Shiwei raised his head and looked at the group photo on the table.

I don't know what's right or wrong about your relationship with your father.

However, if I leave Yuedong, wouldn’t you be the only one left in the family?

You always say that you don’t know what there is in Guangdong that I can take as a souvenir?

In fact, have you ever thought about it, it’s you.

In the photo, the beautiful mother is holding her daughter's shoulder, and the two are smiling like flowers.

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The next morning, when Song Shiwei got up, his aunt had already prepared breakfast, and his mother Lu Man also got up.

"I woke up 5 minutes later than usual."

Lu Man looked at the time and frowned again.

Song Shi said nothing and sat down at the dining table to eat breakfast.

Lu Man, who had finished breakfast, went into the house to help Song Shiwei pack her schoolbag. When he was helping her get her shoes, he found some dirt on the corner of his daughter's white shoes.

The aunt was busy cleaning the kitchen, so Lu Man found a paper towel, bent down and wiped it carefully.

After wiping it clean, Lu Man took a breath, glanced at Song Shiwei and said, "I'll go and drive first, you..."

Inadvertently, she frowned slightly again: "Don't be in a hurry to eat. You got up 5 minutes late. I'm not telling you to eat faster. Can't I just drive faster?"

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(There will be another chapter tonight at 8pm.)
Chapter completed!