After the Rebirth, She Became Mr. Song’s Little Ancestor

   Chapter 301 The Physics of Love

   "In TV dramas, powerful figures or officials are called big masters."

  Tang Li explained his own statement: "Although you don't have a beard, your identity is almost the same. In the past, ordinary people called honest officials the "Master Qingtian."

  Song Boyan said: "It seems that the play is not in vain, and there is still a lot of insight."

   The blush stained Tang Li's cheeks. She was about to answer when the smell of smoke suddenly entered her mouth and nose, her throat was itchy, and she couldn't help coughing twice.

   Coughing, she put her hand to her lips.

  I don't want to cough up my spit on the food.

  Song Boyan saw this, his hands stopped, and calmly, he pressed the cigarette into the small saucer and extinguished it.

   After supper, it was almost half past ten at night.

   After coming out of the food stall, Tang Li asked firstly, "Are you going back now?"

   As she spoke, she had already turned around, and under the warm yellow light, those beautiful deer eyes were looking at him, and she wanted to stop talking.

  Song Boyan tilted his head, looked at the bustling night market in front of him, and then asked her, "Want to go shopping again?"

  Tang Li: "Are you okay?"

   "If you have something to do, let's go back."

   Seeing her expectant and restrained gaze, Song Boyan said, "Then go for a while."

   Not long after, the two appeared in the crowded night market.

  Tang Li didn't walk side by side with Song Boyan, almost subconsciously, she chose to walk in front, but as soon as she turned around, she could see Song Boyan who was two or three steps away from her.

In her eyes, such a noisy and messy night market is a very common existence. However, for Song Boyan, if he hadn't come to see his comrades in arms, in his current capacity, I'm afraid he would rarely have the opportunity to set foot in such a place again. A remote town, let alone a night market.

   A man in a high position, his life, his social circle, has long been unable to be measured by the standard of ordinary people.

  But now—

   She found that Song Boyan was not much different from ordinary men in private.

  When he sat with him in a food stall wearing a camouflage uniform, no one around knew he was the Minister of Finance, and at the next table, someone even asked him to borrow a lighter.

   Suddenly, her mood was like the weather in southern Yunnan, warm as spring.

  Passing a bookstore, Tang Li thought that she was going to film on the banks of the Mi Suo River. The conditions there were not good and it was inconvenient to buy stationery, so she turned around and went in to buy some pens and notebooks.

   Then, Song Boyan also entered the bookstore.

  Tang Li was standing in front of the shelf, holding a pen to test, Song Boyan didn't urge him, just sat down on the bamboo chair in the bookstore.

   After choosing five pens, Tang Li looked up and saw the man sitting there.

   Maybe it was because she chose too long. Song Boyan took a book from the display booth and was looking through it. When she went over with a notebook and a pen, he put the book back: "Have you bought everything?"

   "Yeah." Tang Li nodded.

When    left, she glanced at the exhibition booth.

   found that the book Song Boyan had just picked up was actually in Korean, and the cover was familiar, which reminded her of the poetry collection Wu Xuehan had previously bought for a Korean drama, which seemed to be this one.

   came out of the bookstore, Tang Li asked, "Do you understand Korean?"

   "Can't read Korean books if you don't know Korean?"

  Tang Ligang wanted to say that of course he could, but Song Boyan explained: "The store has a note with a translation on the side." As she said that, those deep and warm eyes fell on her: "It's not to buy citrus for your classmates."

  Song Boyan raised his chin towards a certain position in front: "If you don't go, people will close the stall."

   Ali: Mr. Song is actually very talkative, no different from ordinary men.

   Author Sang: No no no, you are just a special case.

   (end of this chapter)