??Chapter 383: Chapter 383: What I Can Rember
Chapter 383: Chapter 383: What I Can Rember
Song Ting is a typical crowd-kneeling vocalist.
As soon as she starts singing, there isn’t anyone who wouldn’t be intoxicated by her voice.
Her voice has a special kind of magic.
Xia Xindong carefully observed that Song Ting’s stage presence was steady and graceful, and the dancers accompanying her coordinated very well.
One couldn’t tell at all that Song Ting was a newcor.
The main point was that her voice was truly beautiful.
And there is a difference between hearing it live and on the radio.
Once they left the auditorium, Jin Ju was ready to give Xia Xindong her work contact and phone number, saying that Sister Little Nuan often contacted her.
She wanted to leave him a way to find her in case he needed anything in the future.
Xia Xindong saw her rummaging in her bag for a notebook and pen, so he gently said, “You tell , I can rember it.”
Jin Ju stared blankly for a mont before smiling and saying, “I overlooked that, Sister Little Nuan had told
about it.”
She was dealing with soone with an outstanding mory, capable of rembering technical stuff just by hearing it once, and here she was, struggling to find her notebook.
But where did she put that notebook?
Jin Ju gave Xia Xindong both her work and ho phone numbers.
Xia Xindong nodded and said he had written them down.
He then politely bid farewell to Jin Ju and exchanged a few words with Old Mr.
Ji, before Second Young Master Zhong looked at Xia Xindong with bright eyes, “Uncle, I bought so things; could you take them back to Nanshan County Town when you return?”
Xia Xindong asked, “For Sister Little Nuan?”
Second Young Master Zhong nodded.
On the other side, Old Mr.
Ji frowned and said, “Little Nuan doesn’t lack anything.
Don’t keep buying stuff for no reason.
Your dical expenses are not a small amount, and also…”
He paused here.
Second Young Master Zhong quickly asked, “Grandpa Ji, what else is there?”
The young man had improved these last few days, and even his deanor had beco livelier.
Looking into his clear eyes, Old Mr.
Ji still spoke bluntly, “Don’t hand over the docunts to Sister Little Nuan.
Even if you inherit everything in the future, don’t think about giving this to one person or that to another.
All of these are the inheritance your mother left for you.
It’s hard to imagine how much she struggled to leave these things behind without Zhong Daqiao taking them.
How could you just give them away to others so easily?
Your mother wouldn’t be happy about it, even in the afterlife.
She and your grandfather only hoped that you would live well with this inheritance.”
Second Young Master Zhong: …
If his mother knew about this from beyond the grave, what could she do if he really gave it all to Sister Little Nuan?
His mother would only be happy for him.
Without Sister Little Nuan, he wouldn’t have been able to live like a human until now.
And he finally started living a life fit for a human, rather than like a dog.
Nevertheless, Second Young Master Zhong obediently said, “Grandpa Ji, I understand.”
Xia Xindong cast a serious glance at Second Young Master Zhong.
But he didn’t say anything.
The place was quite close to the school he attended.
Xia Xindong put on his hat and leisurely walked in the direction he needed to go.
To his surprise, he encountered Jin Ju, also strolling leisurely along the roadside.
Xia Xindong saw Jin Ju again, but he didn’t plan to stop.
Instead, he kept walking straight ahead.
Yet, as he walked, he still stopped.
He looked back at Jin Ju, “Where are you heading?”
Jin Ju pointed in a certain direction, “I live over there.
I was going to work overti at my unit, but my supervisor said it’s no longer necessary.
There are no buses at this ti, so I said I would walk.”
Xia Xindong naturally wasn’t used to walking alongside a girl he had just t on the roadside.
But since he had encountered her, could he just walk away?
He frowned slightly.
Xia Xindong really didn’t like such scenes.
It wasn’t that he didn’t know how to deal with them.
He just didn’t like to.
Jin Ju had a shrewd and perceptive heart.
For soone like Xia Xindong to maintain his current state was already quite remarkable.
She wouldn’t make things difficult for him.
She also wouldn’t disturb his desire to walk alone in peace.
So Jin Ju smiled and said to him, “I’m going to buy so food from the restaurant up ahead.
You go on ahead.”
Although this place wasn’t the center area, the streets were bustling with people coming and going, and the street lights were bright.
Xia Xindong took a quiet breath of relief, nodded politely at Jin Ju, and even managed an uncommon smile for her.
A man like him smiling occasionally could give others a hard-to-describe sense of shock.
Jin Ju noticed he had a very lancholic temperant.
This lancholy seed to carry an aggressive quality, but he had it firmly under control.
Yet sotis his eyes were as innocent and clear as those of a child.
Jin Ju didn’t know much.
She was unaware of his multiple personalities.
So, she found Xia Xindong very contradictory.
Like a contradictory composite.
Jin Ju didn’t want to add pressure on him; she hadn’t intended to buy anything, but now she felt obliged to.
Thus, Jin Ju turned and headed in the right direction, creating distance between them, and then they drifted further apart.
The next day, far away in Nanshan County Town, Song Yunuan listened to the New Year’s Day gala program on the radio with her family.
The Song family and the Xia family, including Song Nian and Sun Jinrong, who worked in the city, and Huzi who ca with them, were also there.
The Song family’s main room was spacious, filled with people on and under the heated brick bed, and the radio was brought from Nan City by Song Yunuan.
It was a wooden-cased model, considered a sizable object in the household.
Almost as big as a 14-inch black and white television.
From the start, these people listened attentively.
It was a form of relaxation, being New Year’s Day, and Song Mingbo had returned too.
The concert that Song Ting participated in certainly wasn’t perford on New Year’s Day.
It was held at the end of the month.
Then, on New Year’s Day, Dragon Kingdom’s broadcast station began playing it during pri ti.
The Song family was hearing Song Ting’s singing from their radio for the first ti.
The sound was sowhat distorted, but it was extraordinarily pleasant to the ears.
Old Mrs.
Song was sowhat absent-minded, and after listening, she said to Song Yunuan in a somber tone, “Little Nuan, why do I feel your youngest aunt is so very far away from ?”
Song Yunuan replied in surprise, “She has always seed far away from you, hasn’t she?”
“I’m talking about that kind of far away.”
“Yeah, I understand.
You an you felt a sense of unreality and distance when you heard youngest aunt singing on the radio, right?”
Old Mrs.
Song nodded, “That’s the feeling.”
“It’s okay.
When you see youngest aunt, you can ask her to sing for you in person.”
Just then, Huzi suddenly started crying pitifully.
While crying, he looked over in Song Yunuan’s direction.
What was the matter now?
anwhile, Little Asheng sat on a chair, pursing his lips and swinging his little legs.
He wasn’t looking at anyone but Song Yunuan.
The elderly at ho were like that, not feeling much for those who always lingered around, but dearly missing those seldom seen.
So, Old Mrs.
Song pulled Huzi over and asked, “What’s the matter?”
Huzi glanced at Song Yunuan, then at Asheng, and finally back at Old Mrs.
Song.
In a choked whisper, he said, “Grandma, Asheng won’t let
call Sister Nuan ‘sister’ unless I add the words ‘Little Nuan’ in front.
If I don’t, he won’t share any of the tasty treats he gets with .”
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