Two weeks later, Lin Yue and Song Qingyuan sent Wen Juan to the small red brick building.
Because he was afraid of stimulating Wen Xue's emotions, he did not go upstairs. He just moved the things from the back of the pickup truck to the door, and Song Qingyuan took them upstairs one by one.
They are all women's products, nothing heavy, and it only takes a few trips back and forth.
Song Qingyuan finished his work and walked out of the corridor. He happened to see Wen Ju'an holding Lin Yue's body and crying in his arms.
"Hey, hey, I say you two are pretty much the same. It's not like we're separated by life and death. Yin and Yang are separated, so there's no need to be so stupid."
Wen Ju'an quickly let him go, turned his back to Song Qingyuan, wiped away his tears, and said with a forced smile: "Brother Qingyuan, thank you."
"Or I just like talking to you. This little mouth is so sweet."
Song Qingyuan said with a smile: "I have put all the things in the living room for you. You can clean them up later. If you leave anything behind, just tell me. Brother Qingyuan will help you run again."
"Um."
Wen Ju'an nodded and glanced sideways at Dongfang, with a sad look on his face.
"Dad... still hasn't come."
Lin Yue said: "Don't worry, I will persuade him when I have time."
"Brother Yicheng."
She was about to say a few words to comfort him when, out of the corner of her eye, she caught a face flashing behind the glass of the second-floor window, and her expression changed: "My mother is awake, please leave quickly."
After saying that, without waiting for his answer, she picked up her skirt and ran into the corridor.
After only three or five breaths, the quarrel between mother and daughter could be heard vaguely in the corridor.
Song Qingyuan quickly pulled Lin Yue into the car.
"Come on, come on, you can't afford to mess with that kind of woman. If you can't get over it, cut your wrists, jump off a building or something like that. It might affect our work."
There's nothing wrong with that. You have to remember that the two of them are CCTV reporters. If Wen Xue really has a problem, people in the station who are unhappy with them will definitely use the topic to their advantage and make small moves behind their backs.
"Master Song is also afraid of this?" The car started to move, and the right front wheel ran over a brick and bumped. Lin Yue took advantage of the situation and held the handrail above his head.
Song Qingyuan said: "I don't care anymore, I'm worried about you."
"I don't care, I'm leaving anyway."
Tsk~
The pickup truck braked suddenly, and Lin Yue leaned forward suddenly. Fortunately, he grabbed the armrest before and did not hit it.
"Leave? What do you mean? You want to leave? Leave CCTV?"
"Yes, go back to Nanjing."
"Is there any mistake?"
Lin Yue said: "Lao Wang will reach retirement age in one month. The station director called me a few days ago and wanted me to go back and take over Lao Wang's shift."
"You agreed?"
"Nonsense, why would I tell you to go back to Nanjing if I don't agree?"
"No wonder you and Ju An... did what you did just now." Song Qingyuan's face changed when he said this: "You can't be... frustrated by her choice and want to escape Beijing... Brother, this matter Well, I have to advise you. As the saying goes, people can’t help themselves when they are in a river and lake. This society is just a big river and lake. She did nothing wrong, and neither did you. If you want to blame it, just blame it on fate."
"Why are you talking so much? I just want to ask you, will you come back to Nanjing with me?"
Song Qingyuan shook his head: "I won't reply."
"Really not coming back?"
"No."
Lin Yue threw the house key to him: "The house is given to you, so you don't have to rent a house outside in the future."
"Are you serious?"
"I've packed my luggage."
"I, Song Qingyuan, am really unlucky to have met you in this life." He threw the key back: "I said you... Qiao Yicheng, tell me, how do you want to repay me?"
"Can I introduce you to a girlfriend?"
"Okay, let's first tell her about her, where she is from, what she does, and what she looks like."
"You know this guy."
"Who is it?"
"Liu Xiaomeng."
"Her? You kill me, brother, that guy has a big mouth, blah blah blah, blah blah, am I a virgin boyfriend and girlfriend with her? I would rather listen to Monk Tang reciting sutras."
Lin Yue smiled and said no more.
Hurt by love? Return to Nanjing frustrated?
Song Qingyuan thought it was, but it really wasn't.
Wen Ju'an's affairs here have come to an end. Of course, there is no need to stay in Beijing anymore. He has his family in Nanjing, um, and... Xiang Nanfang.
"correct."
At this time, Song Qingyuan suddenly remembered something: "What if Taili doesn't let us go?"
Now Qiao Yicheng is the leading reporter on the station. If he leaves, the quality of the "Hot Talk" program will most likely decline, and Director Sun will definitely be in a difficult position.
Lin Yue said: "Don't worry, I have a way to solve this problem."
…
One month later.
Nanjing Railway Station.
Song Qingyuan was carrying a shoulder bag and pulling the trolley case towards the exit of the station.
"Slow down, why are you walking so fast?"
Lin Yue said: "The train is late, she may be anxious."
"Why wait? It's the weekend and we don't have to go to work." Song Qingyuan stopped at the top of the stairs, put the trolley suitcase upright, and walked up step by step while holding the handle.
"Hey, let me tell you, what did you do that day? With such a twist, your arm was dislocated."
"You've asked this question before."
Song Qingyuan thought for a while.
Indeed, he had done this when he was fighting with Yang Lingzi's aunts. Afterwards, the two of them came out of the police station and asked if they had questions, but he didn't answer.
Thinking again about the unlucky man in the earthmoving business whom we interviewed before, wouldn't you know that Qiao Yicheng was waiting for them to do something violent? Well, he was diagnosed with a minor injury. At least he had to go in and squat for half a year, and he resigned and left. reasons.
"That's so bad, you're so bad."
"You said this too."
"Qiao Yicheng, can we still have a good chat?"
While he was complaining about Lin Yue, a voice came from the other side.
"Qiao Yicheng, here, here..."
Song Qingyuan turned around and saw Xiang Nanfang wearing a white shirt with fringes standing in front of the right side of the exit, waving to them.
"Nanfang, please wait. Sorry, the train is late."
When the two of them came closer, Lin Yue said apologetically.
Xiang Nanfang said: "It doesn't matter, today is the weekend, a day off."
"How about it, I guess you are right." Song Qingyuan was very proud, but this pride did not last long, because he suddenly noticed a small detail: "No, I said sister, why do you only say hello to him? I Woolen cloth?"
Xiang Nanfang smiled and said: "We are all so familiar that you started to win over me as soon as you came back. How can you be so polite?"
"That's true."
Song Qingyuan was settled in one sentence.
The square in front of the station was crowded, and country people carrying snakeskin bags and canvas bags looked at the city and the sunset on the horizon with blank eyes.
The three of them came to the road outside the station. Song Qingyuan was stunned when he saw the license plate of the car opposite: "Nangfang, does this count as private use of the bus?"
"Song Qingyuan, you must have suffered from an occupational disease. This is Nanjing, not Beijing, and you are no longer a reporter for CCTV's "Hot Spot Interviews."" Xiang Nanfang opened the trunk and said: "You two are the media that our city's TV station urgently needs. Talent, strictly speaking, this should be considered overtime for me."
Song Qingyuan: "..."
Lin Yue laughed and said: "He is Minister Xiang after all. His eloquence is really beyond the comparison of ordinary people."
She took his bag and put it in the trunk, walked to the driver's side, put her arm on the roof of the car and said, "I'll let you put your luggage first, and then go to Fuchang Hotel to help you pick up the wind and wash away the dust. How about it?"
Song Qingyuan patted Lin Yue on the shoulder: "It's thanks to you that I can give her a chance. Before I came to Nanjing, she always treated Liu Changxing to food."
The name does not refer to a person, but to a time-honored noodle shop whose steamed dumplings and wontons are quite famous in Sanpailou.
Lin Yue said: "So stingy?"
"What do you think?"
Xiang Nanfang glared at them: "Hey, what are you two muttering about in the back? Why don't you get in the car?"
The two looked at each other and smiled, opened the car door and sat in the back seat.
…
That night, by the Qinhuai River.
Autumn is already lingering in Beijing, but the wind in Nanjing is still as warm as fire. The sidewalks along the Qinhuai River are crowded with stalls selling toys, clothes, handicrafts, and late-night snacks...
"I'm telling you, Qiao Yicheng, I can't eat any more."
Song Qingyuan was so drunk that he staggered every step he walked and even spoke a little awkwardly.
Lin Yue said: "Who said I want to buy you a late-night snack? I think his rice dumplings are good, so I am going to take them home for Sanli to eat. She has liked this since she was a child."
"Sanli? Who is Sanli?" Xiang Nanfang asked curiously.
"Qiao Sanli, his sister." Song Qingyuan said: "Their four siblings are Qiao Yicheng, Qiao Erqiang, Qiao Sanli, and Qiao Simei. Look at the names. Isn't it interesting?"
Xiang Nanfang said: "It's quite interesting."
At this time, Song Qingyuan seemed to suddenly think of some interesting details and burst into laughter.
Lin Yue frowned: "Why are you laughing?"
