"What abacus? I think you don't want to find a partner in the future." Jiang Ci really didn't understand him.

Song Shaoyan didn't say anything.

"Oh, by the way, that Ning'an seems to be in the capital. Don't you plan to meet her?"

"What are you doing when you see her?"

"Yes, I'm all my ex-wife." Jiang Ci sighed, "I'm living a good life now. I'm very happy when I saw her taking her daughter to play in the amusement park last time."

Song Shaoyan was probably a little unhappy, pursed his thin lips and said nothing.

Jiang Ci was talking again, and sometimes he would instruct Song Shaoyan to take medicine and check on time.

After drinking the coffee, Jiang Ci stood up and said, "I went out for a walk by myself, and I hadn't had time to have fun in the capital."

As soon as Jiang Ci left, the rooftop was much quieter, and only the breeze blew calmly.

The sun shone on Song Shaoyan's clean white shirt, and the light and shadow made mottled traces, and his angular lines were hidden in the light.

Song Shaoyan sat down for a while and left.

He asked the driver to take him to college.

He didn't get out of the car, for fear that he would scare the students, so he looked at the university campus through the window.

The car was driving slowly on the wide road. It was the class time. There were not many people on the road. Some students were sitting under tall trees reading books, memorizing English, full of vitality and youth.

Song Shaoyan's lips gradually rose.

Familiar roads, familiar classrooms, familiar trees, every place is familiar.

When he was in college, he didn't have much time in school and wouldn't have all classes.

He had never been to the library, so the Song family had its own private library, which was enough for him to read.

There were many posters outside the school auditorium. Song Shaoyan sat in the car and looked at them one by one. They were all about lectures and performances. There was a show tonight. It was a coincidence that it was the welcome party held by the business school.

Autumn is another season for new students to start school.

It is almost this time of year that we prepare for the welcome party.

Today's auditorium is no longer the same as it was backed, expanded, and renovated.

Song Shaoyan looked at the closed door of the auditorium, and the friendship party of that year appeared in front of his eyes.

Things are different and people are different. Everything is gone.

"President, do you want to go down and have a look?" the driver stopped the car and asked carefully.

"You go and ask if you can leave me a seat in this welcome party in the evening."

"Okay, President, I'll ask now."

The driver got out of the car.

Song Shaoyan sat alone in the car, his eyes swept over the posters.

The window was open, the wind on campus blew on his face, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and his heart was slightly sunk.

More than ten years.

The campus is full of vigorous atmosphere, which cannot be felt in society. Song Shaoyan greedily enjoys this pure peace, but he knows... he can never go back.

Not long after, the driver came back and he said to Song Shaoyan: "President, I just asked, and the department director said he would welcome him at any time."

Song Shaoyan nodded and did not speak any further.

The driver drove him around the campus again.

Many places have changed, and Song Shaoyan almost didn't recognize them.

There are young couples walking on the road and being in love with each other. At the age of 20, they are the most beautiful years. They are free, romantic and comfortable, and they can pursue everything they want to pursue.

It was no longer a pity for him to not be able to study in France back then, and it was no pity for him to not be able to study architectural design back then.
Chapter completed!