Chapter 35 Ring of Unspoken Rules

I quickly let go of the hand that was holding Huang Mao, and stood at attention. In fact, except for my mother, all three of us stood at attention, and only my mother bent down and lifted the thing ignorantly and fearlessly.Song Ziyan also came over, picked up things as if he didn't know us, and walked to the car. The three of us looked at each other, which song is he singing? Huang Mao sat in the front, and me, my mother, and Xiao Xue sat in the back. The atmosphere inside the car was eerie. My mother was ignorant and fearless again. She glanced at Song Ziyan and suddenly realized: "Daughter, I always suspected that you hired such a good son-in-law to show me, but now I finally believe it. There are so many good seedlings in this big city. Even a taxi driver looks like this."

Xiao Xue and I have nothing to say, we can only smile wryly. My mother looked at Song Ziyan again, she was very moved, and patted the yellow hair on the passenger seat, saying earnestly: "Xiao Su, it seems that you still have to continue to train, this aura is still a bit lacking. " While sneaking a glance, Song Ziyan's face darkened as soon as he said "Little Su"... We finally arrived at the station, and we got out of the car. Before we could get out of the atmosphere, we saw Song Ziyan also get out of the car, and said to my mother, "I'll take you to the car."

My mother shook her head again and sighed: "It really is a river crab society, even the service industry is like a river crab!" I don't know if the service industry is a scam, anyway, I am doomed to be a scam... The train was rumbling, carrying my mother away. There were only the three of us who harbored evil intentions, and Song Ziyan, who was "as cold as ice," remained on the platform. Xiao Xue looked around and said haha: "You guys chat first, I'll go to the toilet." Very disrespectful pee... Huang Mao looked at us back and forth, opened his mouth, but remained silent, and finally found a reason and drifted away.

The smaller the audience area, the greater the pressure, and I was left standing there bitterly.In the end, I really couldn't bear the mental pressure, so I squeezed out a dry laugh: "Hey, I didn't expect the general manager to have a part-time job?" The smile didn't last, because Song Ziyan's eyes could kill people... I retracted my head and continued to stand like an ostrich. After a long time, he could vaguely hear him sigh amidst the crowd, and a helpless voice sounded in his ears: "Qin Qing, are you really stupid or am I too failure?" Of course the latter? !I looked up and was about to answer, but seeing his little angry eyes, I could only continue to be a quail.

"Forget it." He grabbed my arm and said, "Come with me." The place I "followed" him was a well-known shopping mall here. As soon as I walked in, I was stung by the glitter of gold inside. I have always been puzzled by why women are so fascinated by these jewelry, but when I saw the shiny things in the transparent counter of the mall, there was only one thought in my heart - I want it so much! ! ! In front of a counter, Song Ziyan looked at the things inside and stopped, and said, "Pick one you like." I looked at the rings waving small handkerchiefs at me one by one, and asked with heartache: "Can there only be one?"

Song Ziyan's face turned black again, so I quickly lowered my head and chose. This one is beautiful...but the one next to it is also beautiful...but the one on top is also very chic... Multiple choices means no choice, and now I finally understand. No matter which one you choose, it will hurt your heart, sorry! So I chose the safest way, and said to the counter lady, "Show me the most expensive one." Song Ziyan glanced at me with a speechless expression. The lady at the counter quickly took it out. It was a small red velvet box with a lovely little ring inside. I was about to pinch it out, but Song Ziyan said lightly, "I'll do it."

He twisted the ring with his slender fingers, held my left hand with one hand, and slowly put the ring on. I saw his handsome face with his head lowered seriously, his left middle finger felt numb, like a thunderbolt struck from his fingertips to Tianling Gai, I couldn't help stammering: "You...you don't mean that, do you?" He glanced at me and warned, "If you say anything stupid again, I can guarantee that you will end badly." I don't even bother to pay attention to what is not going to end, and the ecstasy in my heart is already raging and tragic.But I still couldn't believe it, and I still asked, "What do you mean...that?"

He didn't understand why he said "hmm". If you don't tell me how would I know, if you don't tell me how would I dare to believe it! I tugged on his sleeve, unwilling to let go: "Is...that's what you mean?" There was a smile on his lips: "That's what you think." I am so happy that I can't wait to stand on the counter with my arms wide open and sigh in the wind: "I'm the King of the world." But still carefully ask for confirmation: "You...do you know what I mean by that in my heart?" His face darkened: "As long as your mind is normal, it must mean that."

I turned my head and thought about it. Although my brain is slightly smarter than the average person, it is absolutely normal. So let's go on happy. The lady at the counter was also overwhelmed by our meaning, with a teasing smile all over her face, she still did not forget the business: "Since you have chosen the ring, please go to the cashier to pay the bill." Song Ziyan took out his credit card, and the lady kindly helped us go. I looked at the ring cheerfully, and while there was no one around, I secretly asked: "Song Ziyan, can I sneak a kiss to you?" He was stunned, but he also answered seriously: "Yes."

... It's a pity that the kind-hearted sister moved too fast, and came back in a blink of an eye, and this sneaky kiss was delayed. However, he was still in a good mood. He smirked all the way home and entered the door. Song Ziyan took off his coat and sat on the sofa. I have walked back and forth many times, and found that he is not doing anything, just sitting on the sofa, looking at me inexplicably. Be careful, looking at his debt-chasing eyes, could it be... Regret? ! I quickly hid my left hand behind my back. "Come here." He noticed my move. I pursed my mouth and dawdled past.

"Bring it," he went on. I play dumb: "What?" He pursed his lips: "The things in the store just now." I cried: "Do you have to?" He nodded, no doubt about it. Happiness is indeed temporary, and the rest is vanity.I was about to take off the ring with tears in my eyes. He looked at me suspiciously: "What are you doing?" Isn't it because you backtracked, I gave him a sad look, and was taken aback, his face darkened again: "That's not what I said." That's not it? ... After thinking about it seriously, I finally realized that since the master who stole the kiss took the initiative to ask for it, then I will not be polite! ! After a long time, after my breath calmed down, I looked at the ceiling to summarize my experience and lessons. A good start is half the battle, so this lesson was painful. The first active physical contact, the courage is commendable, but still can't escape the fate of being overwhelmed in the end... The last procedure of the university is to hold a graduation certificate and a bachelor's certificate and wear a bachelor's uniform to take a graduation photo. Perhaps the university is already a small society after all, and it is not as pure as the pure feelings of elementary school and middle school.Or maybe the running around in the senior year has added a layer of barriers to everyone's heart. So despite everyone's sorrow, regret, nostalgia. But no one cried. Just crazy about taking pictures. Our whole class, a dormitory, and a few close friends took fierce photos at school. The door, the cafeteria, the classroom, the playground, and even the toilet in the dormitory were not spared. One of the most classic ones is the six people in our dormitory pointing to the sun and saying: "This is a verb." Although there is no sound in the photo, the vivacious expressions on the six faces express this meaning vividly. After taking the photo, everyone walked separately, and we sent one after another at the school gate.Every time I send it off, there will be one less person to send it off.After the fourth delivery, only Xiao Xue and I were left walking back. After a while of silence, she said, "I'm going back too." Xiao Xue decided to go back, not only because of hard work, but because she was suddenly bored. In the area of ​​her hometown, her family has a status of calling the wind and rain, and she is the master of calling the wind and rain at home.I can't work here and I can't be hungry, but according to Xiao Xue's temperament, it's okay to see people's faces at first, but I get tired of it when the enthusiasm fades.She is very tired of being squeezed out in the workplace, interpersonal relationships, and profit-oriented.In her words, she is not as lucky as me. She happened to meet someone who covered her and let her enjoy her work away from the blows, so she simply didn't get hit and went back to hit others. I understand that when a person can be a swan, few people are willing to be a petrel. The change from Haiyan to swan is the ticket at 4 o'clock tomorrow afternoon. Song Ziyan and I went to see her off, and most of her things were consigned back, and Song Ziyan drove only the odds and ends. Waiting on the platform, I still want to laugh heartlessly, try to laugh heartlessly. She looked at the ring on my hand and joked as usual: "Hey, I'm a family man now, when I get an artificial baby, remember to recognize me as a godmother." I nodded: "Don't worry, you can't save this New Year's money." She came over stealthily: "Your child is my godson, so does Lao Song count as my godson?" Suddenly, I leaned over like a thief: "Then you have a bit of a bad eye, I don't want to be unable to take my godfather with me in the future." She comforted me: "Don't worry, my vision is not as bad as Lao Song's." This guy turned and hurt me again. I really wanted to go back, but when I looked at her face that I hadn't gotten tired of seeing in four years, when I moved my mouth, tears welled up first.He wiped his eyes and said, "Damn, why is the wind and sand in this train station still so big." She also wiped her eyes: "Sandstorm." Neither of us cried, we just scrambled to wipe our eyes. Finally the train finally arrived, and when we put down our hands, we were just two rabbits. Because it was a passing car, she couldn't stay there for a long time, so she squeezed onto it, and I was still standing below. I know her seat is by the window, next to the window where I'm standing. But until the train rumbled away and even saw the tail, she didn't wave goodbye to me reluctantly at the window. It should be too late, because she is crying like me, so there is no time. Song Ziyan's chest was wet from my crying. After a long time, he touched my hair and said, "Okay, let's go back." We went back together holding hands, leaving this crowded and sentimental place. As I grew up, I met more and more people and parted with more and more people. From the death of the first old elder, I didn't know what death was at that time, and I took my mother's hand and stood in the mourning hall ignorantly looking at the familiar face in the photo.Later, more and more people left, others left themselves, and they left others.Slowly, more and more numb, more and more used to it. But there are always some people who make people so reluctant. Fortunately, there are still some people who will not leave easily. In the turbulent crowd, I lightly shook Song Ziyan's hand. He didn't seem to notice it, but a tighter force came from his hand.It was so tight that the ring on his hand hurt a little, but he couldn't help but smile.