Warmth, Seedling, Magazine, Family

The electric light completely illuminated the surroundings.

This is a small bedroom of only 7 or 8 square meters. Besides a single bed, there is only a simple desk and chair.

The furniture is quite old, and the walls are covered with mottled marks.

The windows were worn out from years of neglect, and they rattled and rattled in the wind and rain.

The rumbling sound Yi Yi thunder gradually approached.

Qiu Qiu, who was huddled in the corner, shivered and stared at the figure that had suddenly appeared.

I couldn't see their faces or figures clearly, but they felt incredibly familiar and dear to me.

His appearance was like a warm light, seemingly able to dispel the surrounding fear and darkness.

Just then, the door was suddenly slammed twice, making a loud "bang bang" sound.

Qiu Qiu let out a soft cry and buried her head in her knees again.

Immediately afterwards, an angry roar came from outside the door:

"You brat! You never learn anything good, you're always causing trouble! You've only been at this new school a few days and you're already fighting? Tell me, are you deliberately looking for trouble?"

"Do you think you're still a little kid from the countryside? You can't just act tough like that. Do you think this is the countryside?"

"Do you know how much money I spent and how many connections I pulled to get you into this school? And this is how you repay me?"

"Do you know how busy I am every day? I'm always running that run-down shop, and I'm so tired that my back is aching."

"I have to listen to all this rubbish from you when I get back. What have I done to deserve this?!"

Sobbing could be heard in the small bedroom.

Qiu Qiu gritted her teeth, trying her best to keep her sobs from going outside.

Soft, slow footsteps sounded.

"Qiu Qiu." The voice, like the first ray of spring sunshine, pierced through the cold air.

Qiu Qiu suddenly raised her head, her eyes brimming with tears as she looked ahead.

He stood not far from the bed, his silhouette faintly outlined by the dim light.

The warm breath gradually enveloped her body, bringing her a sense of security.

Just like the father she had fantasized about since she was a child.

A surge of longing and anticipation welled up within me.

She tilted her head and asked tentatively, "Dad, Dad?"

Tang Song was stunned for a moment. Under the influence of the [Dream Flower Seed], he seemed to be able to empathize with her current emotions.

I realized that she was projecting her deep longing for her father into her dream, indirectly identifying herself with that symbol.

He didn't correct him, but nodded slightly, "Yes, it's Dad."

Upon hearing this, Qiu Qiu burst into tears.

She suddenly sat up and threw herself into Tang Song's arms, like a wounded kitten finding shelter, sobbing as she said, "Dad, I'm so scared that Grandma won't want me anymore, and Mom doesn't want me either. My classmates at school don't like me. They say I speak in a rustic way, my clothes aren't fashionable, I can't play the piano, I can't sing pop songs, I can't dance, and I can't get along with them—"

She spoke haltingly, tears gradually soaking Tang Song's clothes.

Tang Song gently patted her back and whispered comfortingly, "It's okay, I'm here with you. No matter what happens, we can face it together."

Qiu Qiu asked, her voice choked with sobs, "Really? You won't leave me?"

"Really, I won't leave you."

At the same time, the warmth in his chest grew stronger, and the tender seedlings that had just sprouted seemed to have grown a little.

The surrounding air became softer and warmer, and the darkness seemed to be dispelled.

At the same time, even more violent banging on the door and the mother's shouts came from outside, "Are you going to listen to me or not?"

"Open the door for me!"

Qiu Qiu's body tensed up again, and her face turned pale.

She shrank back to Tang Song's side, timidly asking, "Will Mom come in and hit me? I'm scared."

Tang Song grasped her trembling shoulders, his voice gentle and magnetic. "No, I'm here. No one can hurt you, not even your mother."

As soon as he finished speaking, the roar outside the door vanished without a trace, leaving only the sound of wind and rain in the air.

Qiu Qiu raised her head and looked at the blurry figure so close to her, a deep sense of dependence and trust gradually rising in her eyes.

"Dad, my window is broken. It rattles when the wind blows, and I'm so scared at night that I can't sleep. Mom doesn't want me to sleep with her."

Tang Song looked at the broken window that was trembling in the wind and rain, his eyes gleaming.

As if by magic, the window instantly became new, and the sound of the wind and rain outside was also shut out.

Qiu Qiu's tears gradually stopped, and her eyes were full of curiosity and joy.

She quickly got out of bed, went barefoot to the window, and reached out to touch the brand-new window.

Turning around, she exclaimed in surprise, "Dad, you're amazing! You fixed it so quickly!"

Then, she pointed to the off incandescent light bulb on the ceiling, "This light often flickers at night."

I didn't dare open it. I told my mom, but she hasn't had time to fix it, so she told me to use the desk lamp for now.

Tang Song wiped away the tears on her face, looked up, and said, "It'll be ready soon."

Then, the lights were turned on, and the whole room became bright and airy.

Qiu Qiu's face immediately lit up with a smile. "And this table, the drawer is always wobbly. I'm afraid it might fall down someday!"

Tang Song came to the desk and his gaze lingered for a moment on the colored pencil drawing on the desk.

The painting depicts a kind-looking old woman with a basket on her arm containing some red chili peppers.

It's clear that Qiu Qiu has a great talent for painting.

Although it is rough and simple, it is full of inspiration.

Tang Song pulled on the drawer, turned his head and smiled, "Try it again."

Qiu Qiu quickly sat down at the table and pushed and pulled it several times.

She looked up at him with adoration, "It's really healed!"

Tang Song patted her head and laughed, "Is there anything else that needs fixing?"

Qiu Qiu sighed, her gaze dimming, and she whispered, "The door to Grandma's house is broken, and there's a hole in the yard too."

In a bright and cozy little bedroom.

The teenage version of Qiu Qiu lowered her head and unconsciously began to talk to herself.

First, he talked about the problems at his grandmother's house, and then he started talking about the chicks he raised in the yard.

They started talking about school again.

Today marks her second month since transferring to Rong City.

Suddenly arriving in this unfamiliar big city from the countryside, she lost contact with all her friends and classmates.

The environment, things, and people here instilled in her a deep sense of fear.

Her only familiar mother, however, was too busy with work to spend much time with her.

The middle school she attended was considered a very good one.

Her classmates were all excellent, but due to the disparity in educational resources, her academic performance was not as good as theirs, and she didn't have much in common with them.

Tang Song squatted down to be at eye level with her, gently stroking her soft hair with his palm, and whispering words of comfort from time to time.

After an unknown amount of time, Qiu Qiu's voice stopped.

She glanced at the thunderstorm outside, turned around, and asked with a hint of expectation in her eyes, "Dad, can you sleep with me? I'm really scared of thunder."

Tang Song said gently, "Of course."

"Thank you." Qiu Qiu immediately stood up and began to make her bed.

However, her face quickly showed a look of frustration. "But my bed is too small; it can't fit both of us."

"It's okay, come with me, I know a wider and more comfortable place." Tang Song held her cold little hand.

The surrounding scenery began to change in a strange way.

The originally cramped bedroom gradually faded into the background, replaced by a spacious room.

An oversized double bed is placed in the center, covered with pristine white bedding, surrounded by stylish and luxurious decor.

Qiu Qiu opened her eyes wide and carefully stepped onto the soft carpet. "Wow, where am I? It's so beautiful!"

"This is my home."

"Oh! So you live here, Dad. Can I come and stay here often from now on?"

"Of course, you can treat this place as your home."

"Thank you, Dad!" Qiu Qiu excitedly climbed onto the bed, buried her face in the fluffy pillow, and took a deep breath. "It smells so good, much more comfortable than Mommy's bed!"

Tang Song sat on the edge of the bed, tucked her in, and then turned on the nightlight on the bedside table.

The soft, warm lighting enveloped the entire room in a cozy and tranquil atmosphere.

"Dad, can you tell me a story?"

"Emm—I need to think about this carefully."

"Then let me tell you one." Qiu Qiu blinked her bright eyes and began to tell the stories her grandmother had told her since she was little.

[Dream Flower Seedling] quietly stretches its branches, radiating a soft glow.

Her voice grew softer and softer, and her breathing became more and more even.

Wednesday, September 27, 2023, cloudy turning sunny.

The sky outside the window gradually brightened, and a thin layer of mist filled the air, like a light veil shrouding the city.

Sunlight streamed through the gaps in the curtains, casting a soft ray of light on the bed.

Cheng Qiuqiu's thick, long eyelashes trembled, and she slowly opened her eyes, sitting up with a slight stiffness in her body.

She gazed ahead contentedly, lost in thought for a while, then stretched, feeling a wave of refreshment wash over her.

I haven't slept this comfortably and soundly in a long time.

Generally speaking, she has nightmares whenever there is thunderstorms, and most of the time she is awakened in the middle of the night.

But this time was different; it was as if I had a beautiful dream.

In my dream, it seemed to be the period right after I left my grandmother's house for Rong City.

However, when she tried to recall them carefully, those originally vivid images gradually became blurry and hazy, and in the end, only a vague emotion remained, lingering in her mind and refusing to leave.

He rubbed his forehead vigorously.

She always felt as if she had forgotten something important.

Nevertheless, she felt inexplicably relaxed and at peace.

I glanced at the wall clock.

7:30.

"It's so late!" Cheng Qiuqiu exclaimed softly and quickly jumped out of bed.

Then I remembered that my Senior Schoolmate was still in Wu Mountain, not in Yancheng.

If you're alone, you can just eat whatever you want.

With a sigh of relief, Cheng Qiuqiu began to make the bed.

I changed my clothes and stood in the bedroom.

Her gaze unconsciously drifted to the ceiling light above her head, then to her desk.

A sense of loss washed over me.

He shook his head, went to the bedside table, unplugged the charger, and picked up his Mobile Phone.

An unread message popped up on the screen:

[Tang Song: "Good morning, Qiu Qiu."]

Cheng Qiuqiu's fingers paused slightly, and her heart began to race.

The message was sent at 6 a. m., meaning that Tang Song sent it to her the moment he woke up.

What does he mean?

Are you concerned about me?

Or was it just a casual question?

I stared at my Mobile Phone screen for a long time.

Cheng Qiuqiu's full breasts heaved as she bit her proud lower lip hard, suppressing her secret joy and suspicion.

He tapped the screen with his finger, replying with restraint and politeness, "Good morning Mr. Tang. What can I do for you?"

After sending the message, she felt a strange pain in her heart.

I feel like I'm losing something by boasting.

By the time they realized this, the time limit for retracting the message had already passed.

Immediately afterwards, my Mobile Phone vibrated.

Tang Song: "It's nothing. It thundered and rained in Yancheng last night. Did you sleep well in your Rental House by yourself?"

Cheng Qiuqiu stood blankly in the high place, staring at the screen for a few seconds.

He quickly typed back, "I'm fine. I slept until now and feel very energetic. I'm just about to go eat."

[Tang Song: "So, what do you plan to eat?"]

The sound of fingers tapping the screen kept ringing out.

The light in the bedroom gradually brightened, and the wall clock ticked.

After a few simple words about everyday life, a Qian Qian smile unconsciously appeared on Cheng Qiuqiu's lips.

I felt incredibly fulfilled and satisfied.

Good morning, Qiu Qiu.

"Good morning."

"Good morning, Qiu Qiu! Wow, Jinhao's makeup is so exquisite."

"It's... it's alright—"

After greeting her colleagues in the department, Cheng Qiuqiu sat down at her workstation.

With the second batch of employees already gone for team building, the entire office area appeared very clean and tidy.

After tidying up her things and turning on her computer, Cheng Qiuqiu began to work diligently.

Perhaps because she earned enough interest, she Abundant Energy and had an exceptionally active mind, with one idea after another popping into her head.

I have gained a completely new understanding and perspective on HEYISTUDIO's Visual Identity System.

Her eyes grew brighter and brighter, and her hand holding the drawing pen began to move quickly.

I don't know how much time has passed.

"Buzz buzz buzz—one"

A notification popped up on my WeChat on my computer.

[Tang Song: "Qiu Qiu, come to my office."]

Cheng Qiuqiu's hand froze instantly, the drawing pen hovering in mid-air.

He took a deep breath, stood up, and walked towards the President's Office.

As she passed the activity area, she subconsciously stopped in front of the mirror and carefully adjusted her hair.

"Knock knock knock—"

"Please come in."

The magnetic voice made Cheng Qiuqiu's heart beat faster.

Grasp the doorknob and push open the office door.

Sunlight streamed into the room, and several documents and two cups of coffee sat on the desk.

He was leaning against his desk, casually flipping through a document.

The sunlight illuminated half of Ugly's body, as if coating him with a halo.

It also makes it appear warm and charming.

As Cheng Qiuqiu watched the figure, her mind gradually became dazed, and she unconsciously murmured, "Ba."

As soon as she uttered the words, she realized the inappropriateness of her boasting, hurriedly shut her mouth, and her face instantly became extremely unnatural.

"You're here?" Tang Song looked up at the sound and gave a gentle smile.

Their eyes met, and Cheng Qiuqiu's heart pounded wildly.

She quickly lowered her head, her voice trembling slightly, and said, "Mr. Tang, you wanted to see me?"

Tang Song put down the documents in his hand, picked up a cup of coffee from the table, walked slowly to her, and handed it to her. "A cup of coffee, please."

"This is for me?" Cheng Qiuqiu was stunned for a moment, staring blankly at the coffee in her hand, somewhat incredulous.

"Okay, take it." Tang Song smiled, his gaze inadvertently sweeping over the top of her head.

In their sight, the tall, verdant seedlings nurtured by the [Dream Flower Seed] had quietly grown...

He looked exceptionally energetic.

"Thank you." Cheng Qiuqiu accepted the coffee with both hands, her fingertips accidentally touching Ugly's skin.

Despite her efforts to maintain a composed demeanor, a faint blush crept up her ears.

"You're welcome." Tang Song picked up another cup of coffee and waved it at her. "Come on, let's clink glasses."

With Yi Yi "tap," the paper cups lightly touched, making a crisp sound.

Tang Song took a sip of coffee and asked with a relaxed tone, "How's work lately? Is the Visual Identity System progressing smoothly?"

"Hmm, it's fine," Cheng Qiuqiu replied softly, her fingers unconsciously tracing the rim of the coffee cup.

The two chatted idly while drinking coffee.

Tang Song seemed to have thought of something and said with a smile, "By the way, Qiu Qiu, Minghao Company has a surprise for you."

"What surprise?"

Tang Song shook his head and said mysteriously, "You'll know, Minghao."

Yao Lingling originally wanted to start work after the National Day holiday, not wanting to take advantage of the company's paid leave, but at Tang Song's insistence, she started work ahead of schedule.

This holiday is a good opportunity for her to learn about the company's live streaming style and the preferences of the target audience.

This cheerful and outgoing junior schoolmate's greatest characteristic is her strong charisma, which allows her to provide abundant emotional value.

For Qiu Qiu, a girl with a "dark heart," this is definitely the most complementary partner.

The two chatted for a few more minutes before Cheng Qiuqiu bowed and said goodbye before leaving.

Watching her sexy figure disappear through the door, a complex emotion flashed in Tang Song's eyes.

Looking down at the coffee cup in my hand, scenes from last night's dream resurfaced.

Although she only came into contact with a part of it, the psychological trauma caused to her by her past experiences was truly reflected in her consciousness through the [Dream Flower Seed].

She was indeed a very pitiful little girl.

Finish your coffee.

Tang Song returned to his office chair, put on his glasses, and began to read the documents carefully.

One.

"Ding-dong—" WeChat notification sound rang out.

[Wen Ruan: "The Mid -Mid-Autumn Festival is coming up soon. When do you plan to go back to Quancheng? That morning, or the first thing in the morning?"]

Upon seeing the message from his older sister, Tang Song raised an eyebrow slightly.

With her Wen Ruan personality, she would never ask such a question for no reason.

His eyes flickered slightly, and he replied, "I'll return whenever you want."

[Wen Ruan: So sensible. jpg]

Wen Ruan: "Minghao, come home with me tonight, and then go back to Quancheng in the morning. We've been together for so long, and my parents have been wanting you to come over for a meal."

Upon seeing her reply, Tang Song smiled gently.

It's actually quite clear that she's different from Zhao Yachian, Lin Mu Xue, and others.

Wen Ruan, 30 years old, cares a lot about relationships and family.

She longs to boast about being part of her family as her partner.

Tang Song: "Great! Why don't we just stay at your place tonight and celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival together?"

Wen Ruan: "(#Laughing while covering mouth) Little brother, you don't have any daring ideas coming up again, do you?"

Tang Song: "Indeed, and it is very large."

[Wen Ruan: "Tsk tsk, is it really that big, like a 36E?"]

Tang Song: "Sister, I want to see 36E right now."

[Wen Ruan: "(#Charming) Wait a minute, I'll take a picture of you."]

Upon seeing Wen Ruan's reply, Tang Song's heart instantly warmed.

Big sister is so wise and understanding!

I waited anxiously.

"Ding-dong—"

[Wen Ruan: photo. jpg]

Tang Song quickly clicked to view it, and his expression froze.

This is not a Wen Ruan selfie, but a cover photo of her for Fortune magazine.

The woman in the picture is a blonde, blue-eyed white woman, and she's someone I know very well who is extremely ugly.

Annie Kate.

I've seen Annie's photos online many times already; they're considered ugly.

This heir to the Kate Family and co-founder of Jingwu Capital wields considerable influence worldwide.

With her privileged background and stunning looks, she has frequently appeared in major financial and fashion magazines in recent years.

According to Wen Ruan, Fortune magazine will conduct an exclusive interview with her in mid-next month.

That's probably why she browsed through the relevant content and ended up seeing information about Annie Kate.

As for why Tang Song guessed that Annie Kate was related to boasting, he really didn't know. Was it a woman's sixth sense?

"Buzzing—"

[Wen Ruan: "How is it? Is it 36E? Does it look good?"]

Tang Song smiled and replied, "It's alright, but I still think my sister's 36E is more tempting."

[Wen Ruan: "This is a top-tier Tall Mare! How can I compare? Last time she represented Jingwu Capital at Guangying Media, I saw her in person; she's incredibly attractive."]

Upon seeing this message, Tang Song instantly understood.

I had indeed heard about Jingwu Capital's contact with Guangying Media before, but I never expected that it would be Shuai Ni who personally came to the scene.

[Wen Ruan: "Besides, this girl is giving me really strange looks, like she's sizing me up. Do you think she might have a crush on me? (#evil grin)"]

Tang Song paused, almost bursting out laughing, and quickly replied, "You better watch out, blind man. I heard that this Miss Shuai Ni's sexual orientation is a mystery, and she's also a fitness enthusiast with abs."

Wen Ruan: "(#squinting) Oh? Looks like you know a lot about this? You're not thinking about riding that Tall Mare, are you?"

Tang Song's eyes twitched, and she quickly changed the subject, starting to talk to her about the gifts Minghao was going to prepare for his visit.

Yan Province Financial Center, Rongliu Investment, Chief Assistant Office.

Steaming hot coffee creates a white mist in the cup.

Lin Mu Xue sat at her large desk, her slender fingers gently tapping the keyboard of her laptop.

On the screen, lines of English words appeared one after another.

As she was about to enroll in school, she felt a little uneasy.

Although Lin Tiantian promised to provide her with a professional team to help her overcome various obstacles.

However, Lin Mu Xue was still a little uneasy, afraid that her boasting would be exposed as too superficial. Now, whenever she had free time, she would start copying down some documents and materials to improve her ability to express herself in a boastful way.

"Ring ring—" Ji Ya's Mobile Phone phone suddenly rang.

Lin Mu Xue glanced at the incoming call information, her brows furrowing. She pressed the volume button to mute the Mobile Phone, letting it vibrate silently on the table.

After a while, the Yi Yi rang again.

She took a deep breath, her finger hovering over the answer button for a few seconds before finally swiping to turn on the screen, "Hello?"

"Xiao Xue, how's your job going? Are you busy?" The father's voice, thick with local accent, came through the phone, with shouts from the construction site in the background.

Lin Mu Xue said calmly, "Alright, Dad, just say what's on your mind. Don't beat around the bush."

"Nonsense, I just wanted to ask, are you coming back for the Mid-Autumn Festival? Your mother steamed a basket of Date Steamed Buns and also baked your favorite Pebble Bread." The father's voice was noticeably weaker, with a cautious attempt to please.

Hearing this, Lin Mu Xue took a deep breath, "I can't go back, the company is too busy."

"Oh, oh." The father's voice sounded noticeably disappointed, but he quickly cheered up again. "Hey, your little sister Zhen Zhen said she's going to Yancheng with her classmates for the National Day holiday. I asked her to bring you some things from our house, including some newly harvested walnuts and the Qiong Pot Candy that your father-in-law loved to eat when he was little."

Lin Mu Xue's apple bobbed slightly, and she remained silent for a moment before replying, "I understand."

"Xiao Xue, when do you have some free time? Come back and visit. Your mom—"

"Dad, I have to go to a meeting, I'll hang up now."

"Chengcheng, you go ahead and get busy."

Silence returned to the office.

Lin Mu Xue stared at the blacked-out Mobile Phone screen, a complex expression on her delicate face.