Ran Yuwei's house was mortgaged and bought early. She lived in a 100-square-meter house alone.

The house is decorated in a very stylish manner, but there is no fireworks. She doesn't cook, and her food is solved in the unit canteen. When Song Ran comes, the two of them either go to the restaurant or order takeaway.

Song Ran used to cook.

On the summer vacation of the second day of the Chinese New Year, Ran Yuwei and her then diplomat boyfriend got off work late. Song Ran bought vegetables and cooked food by herself, and waited for her mother to come home obediently and proudly.

After Ran Yuwei returned home, she saw a table of dishes and didn't say anything for a long time. Then she called Song Zhicheng and cursed him on the face. She asked Yang Huilun how she abused her daughter and why Ran Ran could cook at a young age.

Yang Huilun is actually very nice to Song Ran, too good.

Everyone living in the Tongzi Building is a colleague and cultural person from Song Zhicheng's unit. Something big has happened in one family and can't escape other people's eyes. Yang Huilun had never read any books and was afraid that outsiders would say that she was vicious and was very kind to Song Ran, as good as a guest. Song Ran also took the initiative to make her stepmother happy, or proved that she was not a guest. This subtle mentality also quietly brought to the Imperial City. At the diplomat's house, she had to prove that she was not a trouble guest who came to eat and live. However, when she came again next year, her mother's boyfriend disappeared.

Ran Yuwei has talked about several relationships over the years, but none of them have ended well. He is still alone.

The two ordered takeaway Japanese food. Song Ran found that there were several bottles of good grapefruit wine in the refrigerator and drank it with ice cubes.

Ran Yuwei poured himself red wine and asked, "What are you busy with when you run around the city these days?"

"Check some historical information. It's too difficult to find from the Eastern Country." In fact, she contacted Luo Junfeng, a well-known bestselling book planner, but she didn't want her mother to know, "We are all going to the library and haven't found it in Liangcheng before."

Ran Yuwei returned to the topic he talked about in the car at the right time: "Liangcheng really can't compare with the resources of the Imperial City. If you want to develop well, you have to come here."

Song Ran was still resistant, not knowing whether it was against the Imperial City or Ran Yuwei. Perhaps in her eyes, the Imperial City was equivalent to Ran Yuwei. She said: "I don't have much pursuit, it's good now."

"I think you and your father have the same virtue."

"I am his daughter, of course I have the same virtue as him."

Ran Yu looked up at her slightly. The woman in her forties had crow's feet that could not hide even when she put on makeup. She said coldly: "You are his daughter, aren't my daughter?"

Song Ran couldn't stand it and whispered: "Can you stop being like a child?"

Ran Yu snorted and said, "The wings are hard."

Song Ran had nothing to say.

When Ran Yuwei and Song Zhicheng fought for custody, Song Zhicheng refused to divorce. Ran Yuwei's disgusting husband was so disgusting that he was so disgusting that he just wanted to divorce as soon as possible. He gave up the division of property and gave up Song Ran. At that time, Song Ran was only two or three years old, holding the wall, running and crying at her mother.

Ran Yuwei said word by word: "It was Song Zhicheng who betrayed that family."

This was the biggest pain and failure in her life.

At that time, she married Song Zhicheng, who had nothing but talent despite her parents' opposition, and had been married for only more than three years. She left Liangcheng without considering her parents' opposition and resolutely left Liangcheng and went to the imperial city alone to work hard.

She blamed her for being too proud to endure the failure of a marriage like trampling on her self-esteem. She has refused to return to Liangcheng until now. Her relationship with her parents has deteriorated to the extreme until the two elders died one after another.

Although Song Ran knew that his father was a betrayer since childhood, she lived with her father for a long time, and a father who never treated her unfairly and truly loved her. She could not hate him like her mother.

Ran Yuwei poured half a glass of red wine again and asked, "If you want to stay there, stay. Did Song Zhicheng say when will you buy a house for you?"

Song Ran didn't say anything, not understanding why every word from her mother hurt her.

"Your grandma's house belongs to your uncle. Ran Chi is still studying, so you can live there for a year or two. When he grows up and wants to get married, you have to free it up."

Song Ran said: "Isn't it still a few years to buy a house in a few years."

"You can afford it for only your salary of four or five thousand?"

"You can't afford to rent. Can you sleep on the street?" She simply exerted all the rebellious spirit that she would never use in her life.

"Okay." Ran Yuwei said, "It's promising."

In the remaining days in the Imperial City, Ran Yuwei did not mention this matter again.

During this period, Song Ran met Luo Junfeng. Luo Junfeng is a well-known book planner in the industry. He has created dozens of best-selling books, from humanities to strange novels, from spiritual journeys to historical miscellaneous stories, with a wide range of knowledge and good quality, all of which are excellent in China.

He is an elegant and calm man, in his thirties, wearing a white shirt and a pair of black-framed glasses. He has a hint of cultural atmosphere in his elite temperament:

"I will not read any episode of "Pre-War? The East Country" and this story is worth writing. Although the documentary has its objective presentation, in my opinion, the subjective spiritual feelings of the book author are also very valuable."

Song Ran agreed very much. She missed too many personal thoughts when she was doing the show, which was exactly what she wanted to write.

"However, the title of "Pre-War? Record of the East" is too hard."

"I want to call it "Dongguo Fu Century", which was changed by the leader."

"I like the name you gave me." Luo Junfeng said, "There is a shortage of books on war records in the market, and it is easy to operate well. War correspondents or female journalists are very eye-catching. However, putting aside these things, the essence is to return to the content of the work itself."

Song Ran nodded slightly: "Okay."

"Will you go to the East again?"

"What's wrong depending on the organization's arrangement?"

"From the perspective of making a book, there is no second half, and the story seems to be not finished. Do you understand what I mean?"

Song Ran did not tell her mother about meeting Luo Junfeng. She was looking forward to writing a good book, but she was afraid that her abilities would not be worthy of it. Before the matter was decided, it would be better to keep it confidential.

The mother and daughter can live peacefully when they don’t discuss serious matters. However, due to Ran Yuwei’s work nature, she is generally a preaching and restrained mother. Once she gets free and gets along with Song Ran, she has to talk about her future plans for her work and social interactions. It’s okay to just chat, but she has too many opinions and different opinions and has a strong desire to control. The two of them always part in a bad mood.

Four days later, Song Ran returned to Liangcheng. Ran Yuwei took her to the airport and to the departure floor. She didn't even get out of the car, and waved her hand and said goodbye and left.

Song Ran couldn't help but sigh as she watched her white car disappear on the road.

When I returned to Liangcheng, the rain had already stopped.

The heavy rain last week seemed to have finally poured the water in the sky. The sky was so blue that there was no trace of clouds, only the scorching sunshine all over the sky.

As soon as I left the airport, the air was hot and humid, and it was like walking on the beach without wind at noon.

This is Liangcheng, who has lived for almost 23 years. She always leaves, but always comes back.

It was already dusk when Song Ran took a car back to Qingzhi Lane.

The alley was full of rays, and the fragrance of honeysuckle was radiating. When she arrived at the door of her house, the floor was being hit by the next door. She curiously leaned over and asked, "Grandma Wang, is your home moisture-proof layer?"

"Yes. It won't rain again. Do it as soon as possible."

Song Ran glanced at the construction team working in the room and asked in a low voice: "Are they doing well?"

"It's pretty good. They made it all by Grandma Zhang and Grandma Xu's house. The price is fair and very conscientious."

Song Ran said: "My family wants to do it too. I can't find the construction team."

When Grandma Wang heard the words, she immediately helped her arrange the program enthusiastically.

The team leader of the construction team, Lao Li, was about fifty years old and had a kind face. Lao Li used to work as a construction quality inspection engineer at Jiangcheng Branch of ZhongX Construction Group. He retired early and couldn't rest, so he formed a construction team to take over the work. Song Ran, who had been working on projects for a lifetime, was naturally relieved and soon made an appointment with him to come to construction on the weekend.

The next day was weekdays, and the sun was rising at 8 o'clock in the morning, making the leaves in the yard shine brightly.

Before going out, Song Ran brought Li Zan's big black umbrella. She liked the umbrella very much, with a large and heavy umbrella surface, and a very stable feeling in her hand.

The work of the day was finally completed, and after work, she took the bus to the security area with an umbrella.

In early July, the rainy mountains are lush with grass and trees, large areas covering the sky and the sun are wild and crazy. The leaves are green and heavy, as if they are satisfied after eating the sunshine and rain.

Song Ran was in a good mood when she looked at the green all over the mountain.

After getting off the bus and crossing the road into the security area, it was empty and uninhabited. Only the sunset hung on the low building outside the playground, emitting the last trace of heat.

Song Ran walked to the open space and most of the cars drove away. A military car was parked beside her car, majestic and made her little Alto look particularly petite. She looked at the license plate of the military car, which was exactly the one Li Zan drove last time. The door was closed and there was no one inside.

She walked slowly over, looking around as she walked, and there was no trace of people nearby.

She walked into the shadow of a tree, stood there for a while, rubbed the handle of the umbrella, and finally placed the umbrella on the front of the military car.

She opened the Alto car door and sat up, leaning on the seat. The seat back burned her back hotly. The temperature inside the car was very high, so she turned on the air conditioner to cool it.

The wind blows at the exit.

The gray-white building wall was covered with a layer of sunset, which was very quiet. Behind the building was a dense forest with fat green leaves. She suddenly remembered the large dusty olive forest in the East.

The temperature inside the car completely dropped. She looked at her watch and it had been nearly ten minutes.

She couldn't wait too long, and the guards at the gate would be suspicious. She looked at the black umbrella in the car next door, and finally sat upright and prepared to pull the seat belt. However, the light of light caught a glimpse of a person walking out of the corner of the building.

Short-sleeved combat uniforms, belts, trousers, military boots, and very familiar figures.

Song Ran immediately loosened the seat belt, reached out to adjust the air conditioner, and pretended that he had just gotten into the car.

Li Zan walked towards this side, and he narrowed his eyes slightly against the sunset. When he approached, he saw her in the car.

Song Ran dropped the car window glass to the bottom and greeted: "Officer Li."

He nodded slightly and asked, "Come and drive?"

"Yeah." Song Ran said, "I've been here for a week, and it's a problem."

"Nothing." He smiled.

Song Ran found that he often laughed, but never laughed loudly, always gentle, faint, like a breeze.

But it also seems...it's not getting closer just because of politeness...

"There is that umbrella," she pointed, "bringed it."

She put away the long umbrella on the front of the car. Each umbrella surface was neatly arranged, rolled tightly, and the umbrella straps were buckled tightly.

He opened the car door, put the umbrella in, and leaned between the seats to search for something.

In about ten seconds, he closed the car door, held two books and two bottles of water in his hand.

He handed her a bottle. Song Ran took advantage of this skill to take a quick glance and see if he was holding a high-level physics and chemistry book or the English version.
To be continued...