DF Chapter 126

Chapter 126 She needs to give Sheng Jia an answer.

Chapter 126 She needs to give Sheng Jia an answer.

In Jingjiang, the transition from autumn to winter is only a matter of a month.

November seemed to have early signs of the weather turning cold. The weather forecast repeatedly reminded everyone to be careful of the strong coastal winds, to add more clothes, and to pay attention to falling branches overhead when going out.

Song Ji’an still hadn’t accepted Wang Huiqiu’s inheritance, but after visiting the museum, Sheng Jia never mentioned it again.

Half a month ago, Opter reached an agreement with the Meng and Song families in China to launch a series of new collaborations and initiated several large-scale film and television projects. The three young people who facilitated this cooperation led this undertaking. The moment the agreement was signed, the Meng family had already made preparations, and the news was overwhelming.

Presumably, Song Ningqiu also had the idea of transferring more power to Sheng Jia. This time, the Song family fully cooperated. The specifics of the project are still unknown, but at least everyone knows who the future successors of the Meng and Song families are.

Previously, they were only behind the scenes, but now they have officially stepped onto the stage.

Song Ji’an probably knew about this a week earlier than the average person, when Sheng Jia mentioned it during a late-night chat.

Since that day, Sheng Jia has been so busy that she barely touches the ground, almost disappearing from sight.

Song Ji’an and she don’t have the kind of relationship that requires constant contact. It can even be said that, over all this time, their WeChat chat history is pitifully small, and their call records aren’t much better.

Sheng Jia doesn’t like talking about things on the phone; most of the time, she actively seeks out Song Ji’an.

In the past, Song Ji’an accepted this passivity. She held the belief that as long as Sheng Jia didn’t come looking for her, she would never disturb Sheng Jia.

But after that day when everything was laid bare, Song Ji’an developed some different thoughts.

The branches that had long taken root in her heart, forcibly suppressed by her, were now reborn.

From childhood to adulthood, passively waiting was never something Song Ji’an could tolerate.

When she told Sheng Jia to give her some time, and Sheng Jia really gave her enough time, she could no longer hypnotize herself to escape as she had done in recent years.

She needs to give Sheng Jia an answer.

And now, she can’t temporarily contact Sheng Jia, and can’t even voice this answer.

This feeling is unusually unsettling.

When Song Ji’an realized what emotions she was experiencing, her first reaction was strangely surprised.

If a person maintains a calm, indifferent mood for a long time, either they are truly without desires, or they must be suppressing more turbulent emotions in their heart that cannot be released.

It has been a long time since Song Ji’an had independently experienced these small emotions symbolizing “richness,” or perhaps emotions like a normal person.

Not a breakdown, not helplessness, not the crying after clashing with Sheng Jia, not her usual despondency, but merely the restlessness arising from not being able to achieve something.

Sheng Jia was not wrong; her appearance is slowly reopening Song Ji’an’s heart, which had been closed for so many years.

Just as Song Ji’an missed her former self, at that moment, she somewhat enjoyed perceiving her own restlessness.

Soon, this restlessness was replaced by calmness, but this calmness was completely different from the past.

It was a calmness with certainty, tinged with some understanding.

On the day Jingjiang welcomed its first snow, Song Ji’an finally had a vacation. The heavy snow added a touch of romantic beauty to the city. She carried the salt grains that Cheng Fangyang had prepared for her and sprinkled them in front of her parking space in the neighborhood.

By the time she arrived at Sheng Huaiying’s home, a full hour and a half had passed. There were traffic jams everywhere on the road, and it took the traffic police a lot of time to clear the traffic.

She had told Sheng Huaiying a few days in advance that she would visit her. As soon as she entered the door, the familiar aroma of food wafted over.

Sheng Huaiying was busy in the kitchen with an apron on. Hearing the sound, she poked her head out and greeted Song Ji’an, “Ji’an, just watch TV yourself. I’m still making soup here.”

Song Ji’an responded as she changed her shoes.

She obediently turned on the TV.

The usual comedy show had been changed. Sheng Jia and Meng Yeran’s faces appeared on the TV.

During this time, Sheng Jia had accepted many financial interviews, but this was not something that would keep the public’s attention for long. At most, it had been on the trending searches a few times with the promotion of the Meng family. Apart from shareholders and Song’s Heavy Industry’s partners, few people would probably continue to pay attention to related news.

She sat on the sofa, carefully examining Sheng Jia’s face inside.

There weren’t many flaws on this face even on camera. In fact, her eyebrows and eyes were sharper and more indifferent than usual. She was eloquent during the interview, speaking clearly and logically without the slightest timidity.

But she seemed to have lost a little weight.

Her chin was a bit sharper.

Song Ji’an rested her cheek on her hand, suddenly feeling Sheng Jia’s helplessness in wanting to find her but being unable to do so for a while.

Sometimes she wondered if this was also Sheng Jia’s intention, that to find her, she must actively contact past friends and relatives, and she would have to take that step.

But was Sheng Jia so confident that she would contact old acquaintances because she couldn’t find her?

If she had thought about this before, she would probably be annoyed, but now she only felt a kind of indescribable feeling, as if her whole body was soaked in warm water, finding it somewhat amusing.

Perhaps this is the result of too much understanding.

Sheng Jia’s calculations couldn’t escape her eyes, and her behavioral logic was also clearly seen by Sheng Jia.

No one in this world understands each other better than them.

She listened to the sounds coming from the kitchen, turned up the TV with the remote control, and got up to help Sheng Huaiying in the kitchen.

“No need, no need, you go sit outside,” Sheng Huaiying repeatedly pushed her out, “What can a kid like you do? I’ll do it.”

“Mom, I’m twenty-five,” Song Ji’an said, touching the tip of her nose a little embarrassed.

Sheng Huaiying and Song Ningqiu are completely different mothers. She doesn’t know what it means to let her child be independent. She always feels that she should be with her child all her life. The child is always a child, no matter how old they are in her eyes.

Even if the child’s mind is actually more mature and sound than hers, she can’t help but dote on them.

From being unaccustomed to it at the beginning, Song Ji’an is now only a little embarrassed, but her heart is warm.

No one wants to reject this feeling.

“Let me help you,” Song Ji’an picked up a large cabbage beside her, “I remember you add cabbage at the end when you make chicken soup. Let me pick it.”

Sheng Huaiying looked at her in surprise, “How do you remember so clearly?”

“Probably because the chicken soup you make is so fragrant that I can’t help but stare at you making it every time, so I remembered all the steps. It’s just that I can’t make that taste myself,” Song Ji’an replied with a smile.

“It’s okay, you can tell Mom next time you want to eat it, and I’ll make it for you and bring it over,” Sheng Huaiying said, “Cooking is something you can do as a hobby, but if you’re usually so busy, taking the time to cook will be a burden. It doesn’t matter if you don’t do it well.”

“Then I’ll tell you next time I want to eat it, but you don’t need to come over. I’ll come over,” Song Ji’an replied, “I can also see you by the way. My place is too far, and it’s not convenient for you to come over.”

Sheng Huaiying doesn’t have a driver’s license, and going back and forth to the suburbs always requires taking the subway, which takes at least two or three hours round trip.

But mentioning this matter, Sheng Huaiying, who has learned some different skills in recent years, suddenly said, “Mom wants to get a driver’s license recently, what do you think?”

“I think it’s great,” Song Ji’an looked up at her, her eyes full of encouragement, “Then buy a car, and you can go wherever you want.”

“If I want to go out for a walk alone, will you support me?” Sheng Huaiying suddenly asked, “Or not alone, I can also go out for a walk with Xiyanghong and the others downstairs. Those old ladies have stayed in Jingjiang all their lives and have never been out. They are very modern, but they haven’t seen the outside world.”

“I’ll support you,” Song Ji’an nodded, “You can go to any place you want to go, and now you have the ability to go to any place you want to go.”

Over the years, even without relying on the money Song Ningqiu gave her in the beginning, the money she has earned from working hard and doing woodworking over the years is enough for her to live a very good life.

After reconciling with Sheng Jia and getting rid of the shadow that had haunted her for more than ten years, Sheng Huaiying regained her infinite hope for life, like a vibrant sunflower.

Song Ji’an had never seen her before, but the current Sheng Huaiying herself is perhaps the symbol of the two words warmth and home.

She is a very good mother, and even more so, a very good person. Everything around her is thriving.

“Then I’ll go to the driving school to register in the next few days?” Sheng Huaiying muttered while cutting vegetables, “What if the instructor is very fierce and scolds me? What if I’m not smart enough to learn? But my temper will definitely lead to an argument with the other person.”

Song Ji’an couldn’t help but laugh when she heard her muttering, “You can learn such difficult woodworking, how could you not learn to drive?”

Sheng Huaiying agreed with her, nodding, and then asked curiously, “Has something good happened to you recently?”

“Ah?” Song Ji’an was slightly stunned, and then realized that for so many years, she had perhaps rarely spoken so much in front of Sheng Huaiying. She pursed her lips and said softly, “Probably because I’ve figured out some things.”

Sheng Huaiying didn’t continue to ask. Over the years, she has learned the scale of talking to Song Ji’an, knowing that if this child is asked about something, she might obediently answer, but she definitely doesn’t want to say it in her heart, so she won’t force Song Ji’an to explain what she has figured out.

Knowing that Song Ji’an had encountered good things and figured out a lot, she was only sincerely happy for her, touching her head as she squatted on the ground, “Ji’an, you are much more energetic than before now, that’s great.”

Song Ji’an looked down at her hands and said softly, “I also think it’s good for people to have more energy.”

They didn’t continue to talk about this topic. Song Ji’an quickly picked the vegetables, and Sheng Huaiying put the vegetables into the chicken soup, and the aroma immediately rose to another level.

At this moment, the sound from the TV in the living room could be heard clearly in the silence.

Sheng Huaiying’s face showed some pride. In the past, she might not have dared to mention Sheng Jia in front of Song Ji’an, but now even she can feel that the relationship between Song Ji’an and Sheng Jia must have improved a lot, otherwise Song Ji’an would not have deliberately turned up the volume for her to hear.

“Sheng Jia is really amazing on TV,” she said, “Standing there, she’s particularly energetic, like a leopard.”

Song Ji’an nodded in agreement, “I think so too.”

“Really? You think so too?” Sheng Huaiying couldn’t help but laugh, “I used to praise others like this, and people would say I’m uncultured. Sure enough, it’s still my daughter who understands me.”

“You praised her very well, Sheng Jia will be very happy to hear it,” Song Ji’an replied seriously.

She was absolutely certain that no matter how beautiful the praise and flattery, in Sheng Jia’s heart, it would probably not be as pleasant as these two plain and simple praises from Sheng Huaiying.

This certainty also comes from her and Sheng Jia’s inseparable understanding.