One Thousand Three Hundred and Six Getting Deeper and Deeper (I)

There will be a generation gap. However, she didn't feel bored at all when they were together. On the contrary, because of this generation gap, this gap between each other, she worshiped him, admired him, and trusted him even more.

"Then will you think I'm naive one day?" Song Zhixing asked him.

Tang Yu pressed his lips against the top of her head and sighed: "You were more childish in the past than you are now."

The next day.

The two of them stayed in the hotel all morning. In the afternoon, Tang Yu personally sent Song Zhixing back to the villa, while he went to the company instead.

Song Zhixing stayed alone in the villa, thinking about his grandfather and aunt again. Holding the phone, he kept looking at the numbers in a daze.

"Miss, why are you staring at your phone in a daze?" Sister Li asked Tianluo Xinci? "

"Yes." Du Hui muttered, "I'm afraid you won't be happy if I tell you."

"explain."

"...Old bacon."

"..." Tang Yu threw the document at Du Hui.

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Song Zhixing never expected that Tang Yu's father would invite him to meet. Along the way, she felt very uneasy. Intuitively, he must be looking for her because of her and Tang Yu's affairs.

The place where Tang Yiming made an appointment with her was in a quiet teahouse. The teahouse is very elegantly decorated. Although it is unbearably hot and the sun is shining outside, there is a gentle breeze inside and it is very comfortable.

Dignified screens separate small but exquisite seats. Song Zhixing was led to the innermost part by the waiter of the teahouse. When she arrived, Tang Yiming was sitting in front of the tea seat, making tea skillfully. The gurgling boiling water is brewing with tea leaves, and the aroma is overflowing. Tang Yiming is already over fifty, almost sixty years old, but he is still full of energy and cannot tell his age.

"Mr. Tang, your guest has arrived." The waiter said softly. Tang Yiming then raised his head and saw Song Zhixing's face, he was in a trance for a long time. Song Zhixing felt a little uncomfortable. He bowed slightly and said hello: "Grandpa Tang..."

Tang Yiming came back to his senses and smiled gently at her, "Sit down."

Song Zhixing sat down on his right side as instructed. Tang Yiming made her a cup of tea, "By the way, you little girls all like to drink juice. Do you want the front desk to bring you a cup of juice?"

"No,

Drinking tea is also good. "

Tang Yiming's eyes swept over Song Zhixing. Finally, it landed on her neck. Song Zhixing was embarrassed for a moment. What was left there was still the mark left by Tang Yu. She wanted to cover it with her hands, but that would make her more embarrassed, but it was just trying to hide it.

"Grandpa Tang, what do you want to see me for?"

"Grandpa Tang..." Tang Yiming chewed on these three words with a smile, feeling a lot in his heart, "It's time to call me 'grandpa'. When your mother called me, she also called me 'uncle'."

Hearing him suddenly mention his mother, Song Zhixing raised her clear eyes to look at him. Looking into those eyes, Tang Yiming was dazed for a moment. Memories intertwined with time and space, and he felt a lot heavier in his heart.

"I've heard about you and your second uncle." Tang Yiming said straight to the point.

Song Zhixing was heartbroken and put his hands on his knees, not knowing how to answer the question. She couldn't tell whether there was blame or incomprehension in Tang Yiming's words.

"I know Tang Yu's temperament is very similar to his mother - whatever he wants, he has to get it no matter what obstacles are in front of him." Tang Yiming's voice was always slow. He took a sip of tea, put down the delicate tea cup, and looked at Song Zhixing, "Are you planning to just follow Tang Yu? But, Xingxing, do you really know his life?"