One Thousand Three Hundred and Seven Getting Deeper and Deeper (Part 2)

"We have lived together for so many years, I know him very well."

"Really?" Tang Yiming smiled, and that smile made Song Zhixing feel very uncertain. He continued: "Did he tell you that his mother is mentally ill?"

Song Zhixing looked surprised.

"He didn't say it." Tang Yiming didn't seem surprised, "So, he must not have told you that your relationship is not only about your grandfather and your great grandfather. I and Tang Yu's mother also disagree."

"Just because I once called Tang Yu "uncle"? But you all know that he and I have no blood relationship at all." Song Zhixing put down the teacup and said anxiously.

"Xingxing, don't waste your best years on a relationship that has no future. Whether you are related by blood or not, Tang Yu's mother will never agree to you being together. You have to listen carefully, I mean forever!" At the end, Tang Yiming's smile faded, becoming solemn and serious. Every word was loud and clear, pressing on Song Zhixing's chest like a boulder, making her feel unable to breathe.

Tang Yiming warned her earnestly: "Don't hurt the relationship between your grandfather and your aunt for Tang Yu. In the future... I'm afraid you will regret it."

Song Zhixing could tell that Tang Yiming was considering it from his own perspective. She clenched the teacup with her fingers, "I know you are hiding something from me. But I don't want to know what you are hiding from me, and I don't want to care-"

She wanted to be a turtle, just shrinking in her shell and living a peaceful life. She drank a sip of tea, only to feel bitter, and raised her head again, and continued: "I don't know what will happen in the future, but I know very well that if I break up with Tang Yu now, I will regret it now. Moreover, you just told me not to waste my youth on Tang Yu, but I don't think so. Not everyone can meet Tang Yu at the age of 18. I think that with him-it is really not a waste of my youth."

Song Zhixing's words made Tang Yiming stunned.

The stubbornness and determination in her eyes made him feel deeply, "I thought that you would be as cautious as your mother in dealing with emotional matters. However, you are braver and more determined than her."

Song Zhixing stood up, "If you have nothing else to do, I will leave first."

Tang Yiming did not keep Song Zhixing any longer.

Song Zhixing walked out of the teahouse with her bag, feeling lost. In her mind, all she could think of was Tang Yiming's last words.

She was brave and determined? However,

Little did she know that she was actually very timid, and she was also very afraid of the opposition, so afraid that she was even unwilling to think deeply about her and Tang Yu's future, but she knew that Tang Yu was so good to her that she could not repay him. As long as Tang Yu did not back down, how could she back down?

Song Zhixing did not get in Lao Mo's car, and wandered aimlessly on the street alone. Lao Mo saw that she was in a low mood, and did not approach her, so he drove the car and followed her silently.

After walking for more than ten minutes, Song Zhixing looked up at the sky. The white clouds in the sky could not dispel the gloom in her heart. She had expected that no one would agree to their being together, but when all the voices of opposition invaded her ears, it turned out to be so uncomfortable.

She suddenly wanted to see Tang Yu and wanted to tell him all the depression in her heart, so that she would feel much better.

She took her mobile phone out of her bag and called Tang Yu's mobile phone. After waiting for a while, it was Du Hui who answered the phone.

"Miss."

"Where is my second uncle?"

"The second master is in a meeting now. He rarely comes to the company these two days and has accumulated a lot of work."

Song Zhixing said "Oh". Because of her, he went to work in the afternoon these two days. He must be very busy. She exhaled, "When will the second uncle come back tonight? Will he come back for dinner?"

Du Hui seemed to be checking his schedule, and after a while he said: "Don't wait, the second master has a social event in the evening, and it is estimated that he will be back very late."

"...Oh."

Song Zhixing responded dejectedly. However, she felt that her dejected mood was a bit ridiculous. Tang Yu was originally a busy man. He was not like her who did nothing all day, so how could he accompany her all the time?

Song Zhixing hung up the phone and looked down at her toes in boredom. At this moment, she suddenly realized that it seemed that Tang Yu was the only one left in her world. In the past, she could still talk to her aunt about any troubles, but now...

She had nothing...

Only Tang Yu.

She exhaled heavily, and for a moment, the haze in her heart became even heavier.

She missed Tang Yu, her aunt, and her grandfather...

She felt so painful when she thought about it.

But, thinking about it again, at this moment, no one could see her.

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Song Zhixing felt that if she continued to walk alone, she would be more like a homeless homeless person. Finally, she stopped, and Uncle Mo immediately stopped the car, and she opened the door and got in. Uncle Mo didn't ask, and the car drove directly to the Tang family villa.

During the summer vacation, Song Zhixing had nothing to do, but she started to think about random things as soon as she was free. Sometimes it was her grandfather's resolute look, and sometimes it was the words that Tang Yu's father said to her. She was disturbed and could not calm down, so she had to run to the study to read. She wanted to get closer to Tang Yu's life, understand his work, and try to shorten the distance between herself and Tang Yu, so she searched the bookshelf for the books that Tang Yu usually read more. Occasionally, his notes would be left on the thick books. His handwriting was very beautiful, but the content was very boring. As a result, Song Zhixing looked at it and didn't read a single word. Instead, he kept holding a fountain pen to imitate his handwriting.

When he came to his senses, he had written more than ten pages of calligraphy practice.

Um~

I'm really finished! It's okay that I don't want to make progress. Now looking at Tang Yu, I think everything about him is good. Unknowingly, I fell deeper and deeper.

Although he said that he didn't think she was too naive, if she kept doing this, one day, the gap between them would only get bigger and bigger. By then, he probably wouldn't like her like this!

Song Zhixing was a little distressed. However, looking at the pile of books in front of her, she didn't know where to start for a while. In fact, the books were full of obscure professional words and phrases, and she couldn't understand them even if she read them carefully.

Tang Yu didn't come back at dinner time.

After dinner, Song Zhixing was alone in her room. She called her aunt again, but she was still hung up. The cold "beep" sound made her, who was alone, even more uncomfortable.