Chapter 122 of Volume 1: So in Love

  Xiang Hong shivered at the words, weakly wrapping her arm around her shoulders: "This big brother, oh, the night wind is cold, and the wild battle should be chosen in the spring when the flowers bloom. Do I need to help you sweep away this common sense?"

  Song Shuyu raised her hand to unbutton her clothes, effortlessly took off the windbreaker on her body, and with a swish, she wrapped it around her shoulders, gently enveloping herself in an embrace, laughing so hard that the sky and earth lost their color.

  "Thank you for helping me out, it seems like you're quite experienced. Alright, holding you like this makes me feel like spring is in the air, do you feel that way too?"

  Xiang Hong hastily shook her head.

  "Come on, how can it be cold? They're wearing imported high-quality woolen sweaters. San Hong's mouth twitched, she didn't want to be 'ahem' here, too embarrassing!"

  He changed his mind and looked around, suddenly raising his hand to point at a nearby place.

  "Spring warmth and flowers blooming? How is that possible?"

  The gusts of wind are indeed real, you see, and over there - right there is a very interesting tombstone. Don't you think the stranger buried beneath it, who drifted to this place and was laid to rest in this desolate land, is quite pitiful? Should we put on a show for him, warm his bleak view with a spring palace performance?

  Song Shu Yu speechless gazing at the sky, such a romantic scene, how can this little woman be so good at ruining the atmosphere!

  "Oh, is that really where a foreigner is buried?" Following the direction of her pointing hand, he indeed vaguely saw a bluestone tombstone about knee-high.

  Xiang Hong gazed at his secretly twitching eyebrows, her heart sneaking a smile, and her face becoming even softer: "Hmmm, there's also a poem engraved above, I heard it was written by an educated youth who went to the mountains and countryside back then, don't know what happened, wandered here and died."

  Song Shu Yu took a look at the sky, then looked at her bewildered little face, and reluctantly extinguished that small thought, secretly thinking, let's go back to the hotel, and see how I'll deal with you.

  He smiled and looked at her: "Shall we go take a look?"

  Xiang Hong couldn't wait for his words, and immediately cheered, pulling down the windbreaker on her body, carefully helping him put it on, and gently buttoning it up, muttering to herself:

  "It's already winter, don't think you can just act recklessly because your body is strong."

  Song Shuwei stretched out his hand and wrapped it around her small waist: "Go take a look, this stranger who you're holding onto like a lifeline."

  Po Ya Shan is indeed a mountain of discarded large earthenware jars, with several tall jar walls standing in the fading light, no less magnificent than the world-famous prehistoric monument Stonehenge, exuding an eternal and desolate grandeur.

  The silhouettes of the two people disappeared in this porcelain forest, and it was absolutely impossible for anyone to see them. This might be the key reason why Song Shuyu had a sudden burst of treacherous thoughts when facing such a magnificent view.

  Just a little further in, the view is restricted by the fragments of the large jar, and the path disappears under the withered golden grass. Upon closer inspection, many small grasses that cling to the ground are still green.

  At every bend in the path, there is a small wooden stake with a rectangular sign on top.

  I didn't expect to have such an interesting experience when I first came in here.

  Song Shuyu pulled Sang Hong's hand and followed her to the bluestone monument.

  Xiang Hong let go of his hand and ran over, making an effort to brush away the wild grass in front of the tombstone. He beckoned to him with a treasured gesture: "Come take a look, the words on top haven't been buried yet."

  Song Shuyu walked over, squatted down, and used his fingers to wipe away some of the floating dust on the edge of the stone tablet. He narrowed his eyes to identify the childish characters on it, which were carved in vertical lines, with some complex components still in traditional form:

  A passerby, for some unknown reason,

  Walked all the way here just to die.

  All passersby, passing by here,

  Pray for him.

  The strokes of the characters were sunken, without any color, and it was a bit difficult to identify. Song Shuyu rubbed them twice, suddenly feeling that these simple sentences had profound and eternal poetic meaning.

  Man lives between heaven and earth for a brief span of several decades; who is not a passerby?

  "I always feel that these words were written by his girlfriend, except for the person who can carve him in her heart, others will not have such patience to engrave on stones, and these fonts are neat and elegant, with shallow strokes."

  Crimson also felt that the sentence she had read countless times when she was a child, how did it feel so deep and concrete today?

  "Why can't it be the classmates and comrades who went to the countryside with him? That group of educated youth might have dispersed in all directions due to hunger, searching for food to fill their bellies."

  Song Shuwei glanced at her and smiled, "Your imagination is very romantic. Not all men can have a brave and devoted lover who can carve their thoughts into tombstones. The font on this is varied, it's not one person's handwriting. Many times, friendship lasts longer than love."

  Xiang Hong thought that perhaps those who were engraving the tombstones were also lamenting their own fate, and thinking this way, she understood Song Shuyu's words to be more objective.

  The two returned to the hotel together, and Xiang Hong called her mother to ask them to come over tomorrow noon with their relatives for a gathering at the hotel, and also confirmed the number of people, so that Song Shuyu could book the banquet.

  Because today was the first day they returned, there were no relatives or neighbors who came to visit, but when Sang Hong reported the number of people to Song Shuyu, she repeatedly emphasized the simplicity of the local customs and the enthusiasm of the neighbors.

  "Tomorrow at noon, our relatives or neighbors will come over. Can you be a bit more enthusiastic then?" Shan Hong said with a smile to Song Shuyu.

  Song Shuyu took off his coat and hung it up, turned around and looked at her with a hint of unusual charm in his eyebrows:

  "Let's see how you perform tonight."

  What? San Hong is stunned.

  "What does it mean?"

  Song Shuwei raised his hand to hold her small face, gazing up at him, and gently pulled her in front of him. He rubbed his cheek against hers, chuckling softly:

  "Your enthusiasm can evoke my passion for love and black house, understand? I've been hungry for a long time."

  "How long has it been since you were hungry?" San Hong blinked her eyes repeatedly, only to understand the implicit meaning of this guy's words, and asked in confusion, "Wasn't it just last night for one night?"

  Xiang Hong felt that this guy's words seemed as if he had been starving to the point of seeing green lights in his eyes, heaven and earth were witnesses, except for last night, he was always having a romantic evening.

  Song Shu Wei thought carefully and indeed it was just last night that he had spent a sleepless night, so he stretched out his hand to rub his forehead and resolutely fought for benefits for himself.

  "Perhaps considering your energy after returning home, I have been extremely restrained and just tasting for a long time. This accumulated time has made it seem like we haven't touched each other in a long while. Honghong, now let me indulge a bit, okay?"

  As he spoke, he got up and changed places with her.

  The sentence made Shan Hong's face blush, and just as she was about to resist, Song Shu Yu pressed her onto the soft big bed.

  "Ah, comfortable. This bed is so quiet, I can finally let loose and exercise." Song Shuyu licked his lips, he had been thinking about this moment all day, watching her and wanting to pounce on her.

  "It's daytime." A woman protested in a weak voice.

  "The sun has long since set, it's just the right time to rest after sunset. Do you like doing this during the day? Then what were you pretending to be so sentimental about this afternoon, wasting such a good time."

  Song Shuwei's words successfully shut Sang Hong's mouth, his lips slowly grinding from her forehead to the center of her eyebrows and then to the tip of her nose, finally enclosing her small, moist red lips.

  "Didn't someone invite you out for dinner tonight?" Xiang Hong reminded him kindly before he stole a kiss.

  "Since you're treating me, what's the hurry? It's not like we're returning the favor tomorrow. Where's your enthusiasm?"

  A man also kindly reminded her.

  Xiang Hong silently handed over her small mouth.

  Song Shu Yun sealed her small mouth with a kiss, then let go, and smiled at her with an old god's demeanor, whispering in her ear: "Look at me, how I'm doing it, why you still haven't made any progress, stop making that strange move of putting your paws into my collar again."

  One hand pressed down on Shang Hong, not letting her move, while the other hand rubbed her waist like an electric current, that hot and numb feeling like electricity, flowing all over her body, instantly making her eyes dazed.

  ……

  ……

  Song Shuwei looked at the pitifully begging little woman, and after a short while of indulging his desires, he considerately let her go when he thought it was about time.

  Looking at her small face flushing like a spring tide, he reluctantly hugged her again:

  "Okay, I'm going out for a bit, and I'll have dinner sent directly to your room right away. What do you want to eat?"

  Xiang Hong looked at him with a reluctant expression and couldn't help but tease him: "Want to eat you, unfortunately can't eat enough."

  Song Shuwei's eyes gleamed with excitement as he raised an eyebrow, smiling: "Easy to say, let's have another round and make them wait." As he spoke, he actually went to pull her.

  Xiang Hong looked at him with a really awkward expression, and involuntarily shrunk to the other side of the bed, hehe smiled: "Just kidding, just kidding, you'd better go quickly, I remember you guys didn't have a 7:30 dinner appointment? Being late isn't your style."

  "You clearly know, yet you still seduce me. Wait till I come back and we'll settle the score later. Alright, let's eat something."

  Song Shuyu lifted his wrist to look at his watch, jumped out of bed and began dressing in an orderly manner.

  "A bowl of silver ear lotus seed porridge, a plate of coarse grain steamed buns, two plates of stir-fried vegetarian dishes are ready. I'm tired, let me take a nap for a while, have them deliver it an hour later. You've got me all dizzy and I've lost my appetite."

  Shang Hong finished speaking, curled up in her blanket and lazily let out a big yawn.

  "Okay, got it. You take a nap first."

  Song Shuyu said as he walked into the bathroom to tidy up a bit, came out to look at the little woman shrinking on the bed, pursed his lips and smiled, raised his hand to dim the lights in the room.

  He appeared punctually at the entrance of the restaurant, where the officials who had obviously not expected him to arrive so promptly were lounging on the sofas in the luxurious dining room chatting idly.

  As soon as he appeared on time, everyone burst out laughing and greeted him, asking him to take a seat.

  Song Shuyu was polite for a while and sat down in the position on one side of the main seat. The secretary had no choice but to sit politely in the main seat next to him.

  Delicate dishes were served, and after some polite conversation, they downed a glass of wine and started eating.

  The secretary expressed gratitude to Song Shuyu, telling him that the military supply contract signed with City A was a good deed that completely saved City A's business district from collapse, and everyone stood up in unison to express their thanks.

  Song Shuoyu smiled humbly and said, "I do it for anyone, and it just so happens that Luo Shui is also a childhood friend who knows the roots. Signing with A City to a large extent is due to my trust in him. However, the order situation for the past half year and the feedback from the troops, your food has been well received;

  "As long as you remember - the key is to ensure the absolute safety and quality of national military supplies, this business can't be taken away by anyone."

  Those two, Qin Luochuan, the elder brother of Qin Luoshui who took on the main large order supply, and another food giant, stood up to express their stance, they must strictly grasp the quality control, absolutely not doing a commercial crime in the market, guaranteeing quality, never being sloppy.

  Song Shuyu and they clinked glasses, everyone laughed and chatted for a while, looking at the time, guessing that it was time for Sang Hong to eat something, he got up and shook hands with everyone to bid farewell, leaving the banquet.

  Wait in the kitchen until the dishes are cooked and served, then bring them back to the room with the service staff and food cart.

  He opened the door with his room card and gestured for the service staff to hand over the items, then pushed the small food cart in.

  He pushed the small cart all the way to the bedside, peeked in to take a look at the little woman lying there, dreaming sweet dreams. Her face was serene, purely beautiful and soft as an angel's, and he hesitated about whether or not to wake her up.

  Xiang Hong was sleeping soundly when she heard the door creaking. Her subconscious thought it was just a dream, but then she caught a whiff of something that stimulated her appetite.

  It seems I really was hungry, and could even smell the aroma of food in my sleep. This dream is so amazing!

  She wrinkled her little nose, it smells so good, will saliva flow down the pillow?

  No!

  Not a dream!

  She suddenly sat up with a start: "Who?"

  Song Shuwei leaned forward, propping himself up with his arms on the bed, and smiled at her: "Indeed, looking at a beauty under the lamp is the most flavorful. This defensive move of yours, flipping over, looks particularly standard."

  Xiang Hong relaxed her vigilance and fell backwards, laughing: "Why didn't you call out to me? You scared me half to death."

  "You've just arrived, your vigilance training is not enough." Song Shuyu said as he helped her with the porridge after seeing that she was awake.

  Xiang Hong got up with some embarrassment, pulled over her nightgown to cover her body, and then threw off the quilt and leaned against the bed: "I smelled something was going on, I thought it was a dream, haha."

  "You might be with me and let your guard down, I am too, being with you makes me relax involuntarily, nothing, this isn't a mission, it's a vacation."

  Song Shuwei also felt that his usual standard for evaluating her words and deeds was a bit too harsh, so he couldn't help but smile and comfort her, thinking to himself, why is this mouth so cheap, can't you say something nice to make her happy?

  Xiang Hong stretched out her small paws and picked up chopsticks to start eating dishes.

  Song Shuwei raised an eyebrow, and immediately swallowed back the words that had risen to his throat. He paused for a moment, then smiled and said:

  "Is it delicious? I monitored the whole process, and the chef's fire control was just right."

  He actually wanted to say, why not wash your hands before eating, his hand itched and he really wanted to take her to the bathroom, but looking at the chopsticks holding food in her hand, he felt that her hand was not directly touching the food, so he didn't scold her.

  Xiang Hong smiled mischievously at him and nodded repeatedly: "Delicious, delicious, hehe."

  She was glad that she could deceive him like this under his nose, originally thinking that he would scold her if he saw it, and she had already prepared to slink away to the bathroom with a guilty conscience. Unexpectedly, he didn't notice at all, haha, it seems that opportunities for laziness are always available, and it's related to luck.

  Song Shuyu saw her eating deliciously and ate some with her.

  "What's wrong, can't even eat well at a banquet specially prepared for you?" Xiang Hong teased him.

  "Who can eat well in social gatherings? The attention from all sides makes it impossible for anyone to know the taste of the food they put in their mouths."

  Song Shuwei couldn't help but laugh, fearing that only she, a little girl with no city manners, could be so carefree in any situation. He then thought of the time at his house when Sang Hong was eating and was unusually elegant and refined, even her smile was warm and gentle like a woman from Jiangnan on a rainy day.

  Wow, she's really like that, following him home and having such self-awareness, I'm moved by her willingness to change for him.

  Having eaten and drunk to their heart's content, they put everything on the dinner cart and pushed it out of the door, then closed the door and locked it. The two of them leaned against the headboard and whispered to each other for a while, discussing who they would meet at tomorrow's banquet and what that person was like, etc.

  Song Shuwei listened patiently, and the whispers of Sang Hong's evaluation of her relatives were extremely vivid. He suddenly felt that this girl had an extremely high language talent, and from her organization of language to observe and describe people, he felt as if he saw them and heard their voices.

  The two of them talked for a while, and Song Shu Yu, full of energy, coaxed her into another tender moment before they fell asleep in each other's arms.

  The next day at noon, the guests came noisily as expected.

  In the past, whenever there were large gatherings or events, Song Shuyu always had Wang Xiaoshuai to help him receive guests. This time it was a relative, and still a relative of Sang Hong's, he couldn't help but put in extra effort to be as enthusiastic as possible in his hospitality.

  Fortunately, he was able to describe it vividly like Sang Hong did last night, so with a brief introduction of their relationship, he could chat with the other party for a few words, appearing witty and humorous.

  His face was adorned with a bright smile, and no one knew the real reason - he kept using the characteristics of someone introduced by Xiang Hong to match and find that it was indeed not much different from her description. The key was Xiang Hong's cartoon-like description, which easily allowed him to accurately find the unique laugh point on someone's body.

  Unexpectedly, this girl actually had such ability. He thought it was extremely interesting to let Sang Hong sit and observe people, then listen to her retelling.

  The food was sumptuous, the son-in-law was outstanding, and he was enthusiastic without being pretentious. San Dawei and Lin Qingran were once again relieved that their daughter had such a boyfriend. He thoroughly put his mind at ease, able to patiently treat these rough relatives with courtesy, advancing and retreating with propriety. Indeed, he was the child of a wealthy family, and he was someone who could be presented to others with pride.

  Obviously something that adds luster to others.

  The two of them exchanged a glance, and their eyes fell on the little girl standing beside Song Shuyu. Their hearts, which had just relaxed, suddenly tensed up again. In comparison, their own little girl was really worrying, her smiling mouth was too wide open, showing no reserve or tact at all.

  "Alas, this son-in-law is too outstanding, it's not a good thing. If we're not careful, he'll surpass our precious daughter." Sang Dawei looked crestfallen.

  Lin Qing smiled and said, "The children will have their own blessings, let's not worry about it. We have so many reds, later he will find out how excellent Honghong is."

  After seeing off the guests and finishing the banquet, Song Shuyu and Sang Hong spent two more days touring A City, but they both felt a bit dull and tasteless. So they made up their minds to bid farewell to the two elders and return to B City.

  Arriving in B city, the two of them just sweetly and intimately fooled around in their little nest at the military academy for two days, when Song Shuyu was summoned by his old man.

  Song Shuyu and his son Song Jing Shi, have always been at odds with each other. The main reason is that Song Jing Shi is too serious, and he and his father Song Dahu are two extremes. This personality trait is largely due to his profession.

  "This day Song Jing Shi proactively called his son: "Shu Yu, going to your girlfriend's house was quite smooth, right?"

  "Smoothly." Song Shuoye's face sank, and whenever he spoke with his dad, he couldn't help but become serious.

  "When are you coming back?"

  "He's back."

  "When did you come back? You came back and didn't even greet your mom?"

  "I'm already an adult." This sentence has rich underlying implications, which is to say that you don't need to worry about my affairs, and you also don't have to keep coming to me to report on things, it's not a habit of mine.

  "Your grandfather's birthday is coming up, and there are many people coming and going at home. Since you've taken time off, go help him take care of the guests, and there's a lot of preparation work to do too, your mom can't handle it alone."

  Song Jing Shi endured with a calm temperament and did not allow himself to be arrogant.

  "Good." Song Shuwei responded very concisely.

  "When is it over?" The pressure is mounting.

  "What did you say?"

  "Why don't you just go live with your grandfather?"

  "(Not) good." Song Shuoye swallowed the first word.

  "You're not living in the dormitory of your unit now, so are you staying in a hotel or with that girl in your uncle's house at the military academy?"

  "Army school." Song Shuwei heard that he couldn't even call out the name of his own daughter, and he couldn't help but feel ashamed of himself as a father. He didn't mention meeting with his daughter, and naturally, Song Shuwei wouldn't let his wife go see him voluntarily to suffer.

  "Living together without getting married is not good."

  "Uh-huh."

  "Did your uncle say she was a special forces soldier?"

  "Uh-huh."

  "You must be responsible for your own actions."

  "Uh-huh."

  "Do you understand what I mean?"

  "I understand."

  "Hey, Shu Ye, you know Dad's been busy with work and hasn't had much time to talk to you. I was thinking of having you drive over to pick me up today and we can go see your uncle together. Do you have time?"

  Song Shu Yu looked at the slender back in the kitchen cooking and said helplessly: "Where are you going to pick you up at a few points?"

  Song Jing Shi looked up at the time and estimated the distance from the military school to here, leaving a relaxed time for his son.

  "Come pick me up at the ministry in half an hour."

  "Alright, come out directly at the time, I'll be waiting for you outside. See you." Song Shuyu also lifted his wrist to check the time and hung up the phone.

  He pursed his lips and began changing into his uniform, quickly tidying up before heading to the kitchen: "Hong Hong, I'm going out for a bit, I'll probably be back by tonight."

  Shang Hong turned off the fire, looked at him and hesitated for a moment before asking: "Who are you going to see?"

  "Dad." Song Shu Yu glanced at her with the corner of his eye, saw that she was stunned, and quickly comforted her by saying, "It's probably related to Grandpa's birthday banquet."

  "Hehe, then you go, drive a bit slower."