Xiao Zi didn't get in the car, so Meng Chen just stood outside the car with her.

Their distance was very close, but the drizzle fell in front of them, and their vision was hazy, as if they were looking at flowers in the fog, and they could not see through the vast years and time.

The innocent Xiao Yu shouted a few more times, and then Xiao Zi retracted her gaze and got into the car.

Meng Chen sat back on the driving position.

There were not many vehicles on the road, the ground was wet, some people were holding umbrellas, some people were not, and most pedestrians were walking slowly.

The atmosphere inside the car is very quiet.

Meng Chen was originally a taciturn person. He rarely spoke except for answering a few phone calls on the road.

Xiao Zi didn't speak either.

For a moment, the world in the car was quieter than outside.

Xiao Yu couldn't hold it in, so he began to tell Xiao Zi that he wanted to play and eat, and he wanted to build a snowman.

Xiao Zi talked to him, and her eyes were always filled with a smile.

Meng Chen drove very steadily. Occasionally, his eyes would fall on the mirror, and he could see Xiao Zi all the time from the mirror.

Although they are in the same city now, they don’t meet often. Sometimes they can only meet with their master for several months, and even if they meet, they can’t say a few words.

In order to ease the atmosphere, Meng Chen took the initiative to ask Xiao Yu: "Xiao Yu, do you have too much homework during the holidays?"

"Not much, Xiao Yu will write again when he comes back, and go to Beijing to play first."

"Do you want to bring something delicious to Uncle Meng?"

"Okay, Xiao Yu will bring delicious food to Uncle Meng! He brings a lot of snacks."

"It's not necessary to eat a lot, just enough to eat."

"What do you like to eat unless you are?"

Meng Chen paused, and the corners of his lips gently raised: "Your mother knows."

"Oh! OK!" Xiao Yu was happy, "Uncle, have you been to the capital?"

Meng Chen wanted to tell him that he was from the capital.

But those distant things were like pieces of paper blown away by the north wind, gradually fading away, and his memories became blurred and fragile.

“Have been.”

"What do you like the most?"

“I like it all.”

"Xiao Yu also likes it."

They were chatting without a word, and Meng Chen asked about his performance at school again.

Xiao Zi didn't say much from beginning to end, Meng Chen didn't ask her questions, nor did she ask Meng Chen's questions.

Xiao Yu's shoelaces spread apart, Xiao Zi lowered her head and helped him tie it. After tied it up, she sat back on her original position.

She looked out the window.

There is a thin layer of water vapor on the glass window, and the rain in London is lingering and endless.

Through the mirror, Meng Chen saw Xiao Zi's necklace running out of her neck, which happened to be hanging on the off-white sweater—

It was a little fish, a little fish that was free but always guarding her, shining with a bright luster.

Xiao Zi's eyes became more and more confused. She looked out the window and kept watching.

Xiao Yu was sleepy and he snuggled up to Xiao Zi and fell asleep. Xiao Zi then turned her head and gently wrapped her scarf on him.

Meng Chen's car is filled with the faint fragrance of lavender, which is elegant and charming.

No matter how far it is, it is just a matter of time. More than half an hour later, Mercedes-Benz stopped in the parking lot outside the airport.

At that time, the rain was still falling.

"Xiao Yu, wake up, we're here, we're going to the airport." Xiao Zi gently woke up Xiao Yu.

Xiao Yu opened his eyes and was confused: "Mom, have you arrived?"

“Yes, it’s here.”

Meng Chen got out of the car and took out his luggage for them, and he handed the big suitcase to Xiao Zi's hands.
Chapter completed!