Chapter 23 Unspoken rules family banquet

In fact, the so-called family banquet is nothing more than a peaceful meal for the whole family. The parents have a short talk, and they buy some gifts on their parents' birthdays, to celebrate their birthdays and so on. So, in fact, it’s not a big deal even if you go, as long as you are polite and have a little discernment, you can still have a good time. Thinking about it this way, I calmed down a bit. But looking at the suits, leather shoes, clothes and temples in the courtyard, the corners of my mouth couldn't help twitching slightly. Is this the "ordinary family banquet" that Song Ziyan said?I couldn't help asking: "General manager, do you know what the word family banquet means?"

He put the gift in my hand and said slowly, "Isn't it just a banquet at home?" =.= Bite the bullet and followed him in. People greeted him from time to time along the way. It took about 20 minutes to walk in the not-so-large yard, which was not too long. Chills down the spine.When I was about to enter the hall, Song Ziyan stopped and looked at me: "Don't be nervous, you just follow me, and everyone else doesn't care." I saw that his eyes were full of sincerity, and he seemed to really care about me, so he suggested weakly: "Then I want to follow you all the way back now, okay?"

He stared blankly, pursed his lips, and directly replaced the answer with actions——I was brought in by him with a little force. I was not used to wearing high heels, this stagger almost missed me, but the arms around my waist supported me steadily.I didn't even say hello, which almost didn't embarrass me. I was about to get angry when I heard Song Ziyan's steady voice from above: "Dad, Mom." When I looked up, there was a middle-aged couple in front of me. The woman was slightly fat, but her skin was fair and well-maintained. She was smiling and looked graceful.And that man is somewhat similar to Song Ziyan, but he has a serious and majestic temperament, which makes people look special...familiar.

Song Ziyan introduced to them: "This is Qin Qing." I hurriedly sent the gift up, grinning: "Uncle, auntie." The aunt smiled and narrowed her eyes after receiving the gift, she was very kind: "Good boy, don't be so polite." The uncle also nodded slightly, the expression on his face was still solemn, but I felt more familiar when I saw it. I swear, I have definitely seen him somewhere before, but I can't remember it for a while, so I can't help but stare at him for a long time. Guessing that I was losing my composure, Song Ziyan coughed twice, and the other people around me also looked at me strangely.

In the blink of an eye, like Conan, a ray of light cut through the dark background, and I remembered. So, I hurriedly flattered the general manager's father, and squeezed my facial features into an expression of admiration and surprise: "Uncle, you look so rich, just like the Mayor Song in the news!" The people around were dumbfounded for a moment, and they probably didn't know it.After all, there are not many people who are deprived of freedom like me, who watch the news through different channels every day, so miserable that even the leaders of my own city remember it.

But if everyone doesn’t know, such sycophants are definitely silent and submerged. I tried to remind: “It’s common in the news, the one who keeps drinking water every time a meeting is in session. Just take the person who fired last time as an example. Let’s talk about it, he changed two bottles in half an hour, like drinking a cow.” The audience fell silent. After a while, the uncle frowned and asked the aunt next to him seriously: "Do I usually have this problem?" The aunt also sweated a little, and answered after deliberation: "It's... alright." I was weathered by the conversations like flying immortals outside the sky. After I understood a little bit, I——囧.

Mayor Song... Song Ziyan... How could I not think of it? !What the hell is my little brain for? ! I was resentful, and I transferred my resentment to Song Ziyan. You don't have a box, you don't play cards, and no one calls you Yan Shao San Shao. How can you become a high-ranking official? You? ! Thinking of this, I couldn't help pinching him severely. He was gloating abominably, with smiles on his brows and eyes, and a deep smile in his voice: "What are you doing?" With tears in my eyes, I complained: "You are so unprofessional!!" Perhaps after hearing the voice of the people at the bottom, Song Ziyan showed a high-end level next.Greeting guests politely, neither humble nor overbearing, is completely like a young cadre with a bright official career, and the official accent that can usually choke people to death is also the same.

I stood behind him and listened to his special remarks, the corners of my mouth couldn't help twitching.Fortunately, I don't need to speak. Every time the guest looks at me suspiciously: "This is..." Song Ziyan simply said: "This is Qin Qing." Say, I am the Mona Lisa who will shake hands for a while. Another person came over, I no longer had to look at people, just smiled reflexively, nodded, and stretched out my hand, ready to shake my claws.The person in front of him didn't stretch out his paws in a friendly manner, but called out in surprise: "Little Lian, you're here too?!"

I thought it wasn't calling me, so I put my paw down again, and that voice still yelled at me: "How long has it been since you have been so heartless that you don't even recognize me?!" As soon as I looked up, I realized that in front of me was the old man's bearded and staring face.I was dizzy: "Isn't your name Xiaolian?" His eyes widened: "Yeah, isn't it just calling you?" I was ashamed: "I'm Qin Qing." Didn't he suffer from Alzheimer's disease? He was confident and confident: "Isn't your surname Pan, isn't your name Jinlian?"

I am completely speechless. He didn't continue to entangle, but looked at me strangely: "What's wrong with your mouth? You had a stroke at a young age? Sure enough, you can't be free and easy..." Only after I touched it did I realize that my face had become stiff from laughing, the corners of both mouths were curved upwards, and the words were squeezed out from between the teeth.Song Ziyan had just finished talking to another guest, and when he heard this, he looked back at me, his eyes seemed to be so soft, he pulled the corners of my mouth down with both hands, and gently rubbed my cheeks.

Maybe the old man is watching with interest, my old face... a red bird... You can't blame me either. On such a formal occasion, with such an affectionate and intimate behavior, my cheeks became hot, and my heart also became hot. At this time, a clear voice sounded behind him: "Third brother." In an instant, not only my face, but my whole body froze. Looking back, it really was him again. Su Yawen stood in the dimly lit place, with a erratic smile on his face, and said to us, "Long time no see." I was in a trance like stepping on a cloud. Song Ziyan turned around and saw him frowning, with a reproachful tone: "A few days ago, Zihan called me and said that you refused to go to America with her." Su Yawen's eyes seemed to pass by me unintentionally, still smiling, but a little bitter: "Because there are some things I don't understand, and some things I can't let go, so I can't leave them for a while." Song Ziyan was taken aback, but also smiled: "It's okay, we haven't had a good drink for a long time, today is a rare chance." They walked into the hall side by side, and I followed subconsciously behind, only feeling a little dizzy.The old man asked: "Little Lian, why are you so pale?" I touched my face and realized that my hands and face were cold.I smiled wryly: "Old man, although you have convulsions, you are right in one sentence." He obviously only heard the last sentence, and asked triumphantly, "Which sentence?" "I'm so fucking skittish." When it was time to eat, there were seven or eight tables in the hall, and Song Ziyan and Su Yawen were sitting right next to each other. I sat next to Song Ziyan, looking at the two people who kept talking, just thinking in a daze, what am I doing?I live a life that I don't understand so stupidly, but to this day, what am I? They talked for a while, and Su Yawen turned his attention to me and raised his glass: "For the third brother, I should also toast you." I also raised my wine glass in a daze, but Song Ziyan refused: "She can't drink, besides, we don't have to be so polite." Su Yawen's voice was restrained, but more firm: "In any case, this glass of wine must be drunk." Song Ziyan glanced at him and took the wine glass from me: "I'll take her place." Su Yawen didn't speak, just looked at us so quietly, his eyes were dim like I had never seen before.In that gloom, I seemed to see those two years turning around like a movie scene. I took the wine glass from Song Ziyan's hand, drank it straight away, and then smiled at Su Yawen: "Do it first!" For respect." A smile also appeared on his face, and he also raised his head and drank it down. I've never drank white wine before, and I only felt that the spiciness was accompanied by an indescribable pleasure, which made people forget about other things. I took the wine bottle and poured myself another glass: "Good things come in pairs." , let's have another drink." As he said yes, he filled himself up. I was about to drink while holding the wine glass, but Song Ziyan held my arm, his face was dark and terrifying: "Stop making trouble." The wine glass Su Yawen was holding stopped there, just staring at Song Ziyan holding my hand in a daze. An inexplicable courage suddenly rose in my heart, I threw away Song Ziyan, picked up the wine glass and drank it down. Two glasses of white wine are enough to make me feel groggy. Fortunately, I don't need to drink, and I feel a little drunk. On the car back, I smirked in the passenger seat: "Song Ziyan, let me sing you a song." His face was still tense, let alone reason, he didn't even look at me. I entertained myself, singing from "Too Wronged" to "Ten Years", the whole road was my karaoke venue, and the echo of the car was my subwoofer. Finally, when I started singing too wronged for the fifth time, he turned the steering wheel suddenly, and the car leaned against the side of the road with a "chih".He turned his face away, with a stormy anger in his eyes: "Qin Qing, what exactly do you want?" What am I thinking?I really do not know. Anyway, what I think is no longer what I want to be, and what I don’t want is already what is. Thinking of this, I felt sad and irritable. I grabbed his sleeve and climbed up to ask him seriously: "Song Ziyan, do you like me?" He looked at me and didn't speak. I keep asking, I have to keep asking, even though I know the answer is not optimistic, but I need a reason, I have to keep asking, I ask like a beggar: "Song Ziyan, do you like me? You love me ?" After waiting for a long time, when I was about to give up, he finally said slowly: "I have been waiting for you to ask me, but why today?" There was a smile on his lips, I looked over with drunken eyes, and actually felt that the smile was so bitter that it made my heart ache. His head turned over, his eyes were cold, I've seen him angry so many times, but this time, just looking at him makes me feel scared. "Don't ask me if I love you or not, first look at your current appearance, and then think about it for yourself." He paused, and asked word by word: "Are you worthy?"