Eighties Sweetheart Wife

Song Ting is a typical person who opens her mouth and kneels.

As soon as she opens her mouth, everyone is intoxicated by her singing.

Her singing has a special magic.

Xia Xindong observed carefully. Song Ting's performance was steady and elegant, and the dancers behind her worked very well together.

There is no clue that Song Ting is a newcomer.

Mainly because the singing is so beautiful.

Moreover, it is still different between being live and listening to the radio.

After leaving the auditorium, Jin Jue was about to give his work unit and phone number to Xia Xindong, saying that Xiao Nuan often contacted him.

She also left a way for him to come to her if anything happened in the future.

Xia Xindong saw that she was still looking through her notebook and pen in her bag, so he said gently: "Just tell me, I can remember it."

Jin Jue was stunned for a moment, then said with a smile: "I was negligent, Xiao Nuan told me."

He is a genius with an extraordinary memory. She could remember the technical stuff by saying it once, but she still had to go to the trouble of finding a notebook.

Where did she put this book?

Jin Jue told Xia Xindong the phone numbers of his work and home.

Xia Xindong nodded and noted it.

Then he politely said goodbye to Jin Jue, and said a few words to Mr. Ji. The second young master looked at Xia Xindong, his eyes bright: "Uncle, I bought some things, can you take them back when you return to Nanshan County?"

Xia Xindong asked: "For Xiaonuan?"

Second Young Master Zhong nodded.

Mr. Ji over there frowned and said: "Xiao Nuan doesn't lack anything. Don't buy things all the time when you have nothing to do. Your medicine expenses are not a small number, and there's more..."

Speaking of this, Mr. Ji paused.

Second Young Master Zhong asked hurriedly: "Grandpa Ji, what else is there?"

This young man has improved in the past few days, and he has become more lively.

Looking into his clear eyes, Mr. Ji said rudely: "Don't give the documents to Xiao Nuan, even if you inherit them in the future, don't even think about giving them to this or that.

These are the inheritance your mother gave you. How she kept these things without being occupied by Zhong Daqiao at that time, I don’t know how much hard work she put into it.

How can you just give it away if you give it away?

Your mother will not be happy.

She and your grandfather only hope that you can live well with this inheritance. "

Second Young Master Zhong:...

If his mother, Quan Xia, knew, what would happen if he really gave all this to Xiao Nuan?

His mother would only be happy for him.

Without Xiao Nuan, he would not be able to live as a human being until now.

Then I finally lived a life that a human should live, instead of like a dog.

However, Er Shao Zhong still said obediently: "Grandpa Ji, I understand."

Xia Xindong glanced at Mr. Zhong with a deep look.

He didn't say anything.

It's quite close to his school.

Xia Xindong put on his hat and walked slowly in the direction he needed.

Unexpectedly, I met Kumquat walking slowly on the side of the road.

Xia Xindong saw Kumquat again, but he didn't want to stop, but walked straight forward.

But I stopped walking as I walked. He looked back at Jinju: "Where are you going?"

Jin Jue pointed in the direction in front: "My family lives there. I originally wanted to go back to work to work overtime, but the boss said no. But there are no buses at this time, so he said we should walk back now."

Xia Xindong was naturally not used to walking on the roadside with a girl he had just met.

But now that we have encountered one, we can’t just walk away?

His brows wrinkled slightly.

Xia Xindong really didn't like this scene.

It’s not that I don’t know how to handle it. But I don’t like to deal with it.

Kumquat has an exquisite heart with seven orifices.

It's remarkable that a person who has suffered like Xia Xindong can maintain his current state.

She wouldn't embarrass him.

I won't disturb the silence when he just wants to walk alone.

Jin Jue smiled and said to him: "I'm going to the restaurant in front to buy some food. You go first."

Although this is not a central area, the streets are very lively, with people coming and going, and the street lights are very bright.

Xia Xindong breathed a sigh of relief, nodded politely to Jin Jue, and gave her a rare smile.

Such a man smiles occasionally. It will give people an indescribable sense of shock.

Jin Jue found that he had a very melancholy temperament.

This melancholic temperament seemed to be aggressive, but he was firmly controlled by him.

But sometimes his eyes are as innocent and clear as a child's.

Kumquat doesn’t know much.

He didn't know anything about his multiple personalities.

So she felt that Xia Xindong was very conflicted.

Like a complex of contradictions.

Jinjie didn't want to add pressure to him. She didn't want to buy anything, but she had to go now.

So Jinju turned around and walked to the right, so that the distance between the two people was widened, and then they walked farther and farther away.

The next day, Song Yunuan, who was far away in Nanshan County, sat in front of the radio with her family to listen to the New Year's Day Gala program.

The Song and Xia families, and even Song Nian and Sun Jinrong who worked in the city came with Hu Zi.

The main hall of the Song family is very large, and there are people both above and below the Kang. Then Song Yunuan brought the radio back from Nancheng.

It's the kind with a wooden shell, and it's considered a big item in your home.

It's about the same size as a 14-inch black and white TV.

These people have been listening carefully since the beginning. It can be considered as a relaxation, today is New Year's Day. Song Mingbo is also back.

Of course, the evening party that Song Ting participated in would not be performed on New Year's Day.

It was performed at the end of the month.

Then on New Year's Day, Longguo Radio Station began to broadcast it during prime time.

It was the first time that the Song family heard Song Ting's singing from the radio.

The voice was still a little distorted, but it was particularly beautiful.

Old Mrs. Song was a little absent-minded. After listening, she said to Song Yunuan with sorrow: "Xiao Nuan, why do I feel that your aunt is so far away from me?"

Song Yunuan said in surprise: "It feels like she is far away from you."

"I mean that kind of distance."

"Well, I know, you heard your aunt singing on the radio and felt a sense of unreality and distance, right?"

Old Mrs. Song nodded: "That's the feeling."

"It's okay, when you see your aunt, let her sing to you in person."

And at this time, Hu Zi suddenly cried aggrievedly.

While crying, he looked in the direction of Song Yunuan.

What happened?

And the little Ah Sheng next to him sat on the chair with his lips pursed, his legs still swinging.

He looked at no one but Song Yunuan.

The elderly at home are like this. They don’t think anything of those who are always around, but they are especially close to those who are never seen.

So, Mrs. Song pulled Hu Zi over and asked him, "What's wrong?"

Hu Zi glanced at Song Yunuan, then at Ah Sheng, and then at Mrs. Song. He said quietly and choked with sobs, "Grandma, Ah Sheng doesn't let me call Xiao Nuan sister sister. If I have to call her sister, I must add the word Xiao Nuan in front. If I don't add it, he won't share any delicious food with me."