The green camphor tree has a deep view

Hearing Song Jingshen making a private call, Wen Qing consciously moved aside to avoid the suspicion of eavesdropping. However, the two of them were sitting close to each other, and no matter how hard they tried, they couldn't open up much space, which made it seem like there was something fishy going on.

When she was with him, everything she did seemed clumsy and awkward, and even a little pretentious to outsiders.

After all, a man who was far superior to her had chosen her and was willing to give her resources. Even if he was just playing with her, she should have been willing. But she felt uncomfortable in her heart, unwilling to follow him, but also afraid to resist him.

Song Jingshen gave a few more instructions, hung up the phone, turned around and saw the girl with half of her body leaning outside. He felt a sudden surge of blockage in his heart and reached out to pull her into his arms.

"You're already on the plane, why are you still hiding? Where can you hide?" He was obviously displeased.

Wen Qing hesitated and changed the subject: "What time do we arrive in North City?"

"Four o'clock in the afternoon." He stared at her face. "You are familiar with Beicheng. After we get off the plane, you can take me around, okay?"

"I'm only familiar with the area around Factory 4." Wen Qing looked at him with clear and gentle eyes. "There are factory dormitories, schools, hospitals, a movie theater and a small park run by the factory. I've spent my entire life there since I was a child. I haven't been to other places in North City."

"Take me to places you are familiar with." Song Jingshen held her hand and kneaded it gently, "Let me see how you grew up."

Wen Qing lowered her head and retracted her hands, but the man clamped her hands even harder. So she sighed slightly and said, "There are neighbors everywhere who have watched me grow up. If I take you around there, it will easily cause misunderstandings. I might as well take you to other places in the north city. There is a reservoir in the south suburbs, surrounded by mountains and water, with beautiful scenery. It takes less than two hours to drive there from the city center."

"It's easy to cause misunderstanding." Song Jingshen repeated her words in a calm voice and asked, "What misunderstanding?"

"Our place is a small place," Wen Qing took a breath and tried to convince the man in front of her. "When my aunt left with Mr. Song, it became big news in our area. Many versions of the story were spread and it has been circulating for many years. When I was in school, there were always classmates and teachers pointing fingers at me behind my back. Some of the things they said... were very unpleasant. So, I don't want you to be involved."

"What did you say about your aunt?" Song Jingshen said with a condescending tone, "Vain, materialistic, and climbing into the bed of the Song family?"

"They don't know who the Song family is. They only know that my aunt left with a rich old man. She has no status and abandoned her family. She is despicable." Wen Qing's voice became lower and lower.

"So, you also want to avoid the suspicion of being with me?" Song Jingshen asked coldly.

"We are not that kind of relationship anyway, so why do you have to take the risk of being talked about? Besides, Factory 4 is just a huge civilian living area, there is really nothing fun about it. Now... it's almost become a slum." Wen Qing laughed at herself, "You'd really stand out if you went there."

She knew that Song Jingshen was a low-key person in private and didn't like to attract attention.

"Don't you stand out?" Song Jingshen changed his sitting position and held her in his arms. "Now that you said that, I'm even more worried. A flower has emerged in the slums. Don't let people stare at you anymore."

"I grew up there, what's so eye-catching about it?" Wen Qing tried to hold herself up and straightened up and said, "We've been neighbors for decades, and they can't take care of me enough."

"Oh, decades, old neighbors." Song Jingshen said sarcastically, "People's hearts are different, they may not think the same as you do."

Wen Qing pursed her lips, smiled dryly, and said, "In recent years, the business of the Fourth Factory has been sluggish, and the young people have left. Most of those living in the dormitory area are elderly grandparents. Nothing will happen."

Song Jingshen remembered that Lao Ge had mentioned to him that the operating costs of the Fourth Factory had been rising year by year, and the profits were getting thinner and thinner. In recent years, it had barely maintained a balance between income and expenditure. Many employee benefits had been cancelled, and naturally it could not retain ambitious young people.

"If the Fourth Factory does well, will you not take the exam in Jiangcheng? Staying in the Fourth Factory to take over and living a life of seeing the boss for the rest of your life is also quite suitable for you."

Wen Qing looked at him in surprise and asked, "Why do you say that?"

"I see that you like stability and are nostalgic. If you weren't forced by life, you would be able to stay in a poor mountain valley and eat steamed bread and be at peace." Song Jingshen said with a half smile.

"I have to leave." Wen Qing shook her head. "My aunt's matter has made the whole family ashamed. My father passed away and didn't leave much money. My grandmother and I have no income. We live entirely on my father's pension. We have almost become a burden to the factory.

My grandma was a strong-willed person. In order to avoid being gossiped about, she took the initiative to work as a cleaner in the factory. She usually picked up some waste to sell, and she also had to consider the mood of the factory leader.

Seeing Song Jingshen's gloomy face, Wen Qing said apologetically: "Let's not talk about this anymore. It makes you feel bad."

She wanted to part ways with him in peace and didn't want to make him unhappy.

"Why haven't you said this before?" Song Jingshen stroked her cheek, which was delicate and smooth. She didn't look like a girl who had suffered all the way.

"You didn't ask?" Wen Qing replied subconsciously, and immediately realized that something was wrong. "My experience is very ordinary and plain. There's nothing much to say."

"You've always treated me as an outsider, so of course you don't want to say anything." Song Jingshen sighed, tightened his arms around her, and said, "But I want to understand you, your past, your true thoughts, not a single detail will be missed."

"You already know me very well." Wen Qing pursed her lips and said, "I like stability, nostalgia, no big ambitions, and just want to live an ordinary life. You see, you know everything, don't you?"

Song Jingshen snorted: "Everyone knows this, Zhao Jin and the others all know it. I have to know more than them, otherwise, how can I be considered your boyfriend?"

Wen Qing's heart tightened, and she felt that the word "boyfriend" was not only harsh, but also heartbreaking. She took a breath, tried to ignore the pain in her heart, and curled her lips to force a smile:

"You know, much more than them. For example, what I just said, I only said it to you."

"Really?" Song Jingshen smiled, but there was danger in that smile, "Then take me to your house, I want to live in your room and sleep in your bed. I want to integrate into your past and be with you from the beginning."

Wen Qing held her breath, pursed her lips and lowered her head. The pain in her heart instantly turned into anxiety.

They will break up in half a year, and she can't have too deep a connection with him.

"My house is small and shabby, and it's not comfortable to live in." She discussed with him softly, "Before grandma went to Jiangcheng, she covered all the furniture to prevent dust. I didn't plan to live at home."

Wen Qing lied again. She really wanted to go back and take a look. She really wanted to sleep in a familiar bed, hugging the stuffed bear that had grown up with her, and have a dreamless night.

It was her last refuge and she didn't want anyone to intrude, especially him.

"Are you really not going back to live?" Song Jingshen stared into her eyes without blinking.

"Yeah." Wen Qing met his gaze and nodded in response.

His eyes were clear and sharp, like a beam of arrows shooting straight down at her, making her tremble with fear.

But she had to calm herself down, conceal the struggle and weakness in her heart, and look back at him steadily.

There are only half a year left until she can get rid of him. At this critical juncture, she can't afford to lose.