Chapter 54. Song Dynasty - Hates Long Johns - Huai

There was a little mishap on the morning I was supposed to meet Howard.

Bai Xiao handed a pair of thermal underwear to Song Huai, his face as black as the bottom of a pot, gritting his teeth: "Song Huai, put these on."

Song Huai frowned and glanced at the bulky, bright red thermal underwear in Bai Xiao's hand, his face full of resistance: "No."

Bai Xiao said helplessly, "Just wear it inside, who will be able to tell?"

Song Huai refused to look at the pants again and insisted, "Who...who wears thermal underwear under a suit?"

Having finally met his idol of many years, Song Huai wanted to make sure his image was flawless. Wearing long johns would be like gaining ten pounds of weight for no reason, how could he allow that?

"Song Huai..." Bai Xiao softened her voice, coaxing the ancestor in front of her in a humble tone, "It's still very cold outside. If you don't wear long johns, you'll easily catch a cold."

The thought of Song Huai going out for a social event today made Bai Xiao extremely unhappy. He had done a lot of mental preparation for the past few days and even consulted a doctor about it. The doctor said that his nerves were too tense and that it would be good for the patient to go out for a walk. Bai Xiao still had doubts about this. The doctor had no choice but to pat his chest and repeatedly assure him that as long as he paid close attention to Song Huai, nothing would happen. Only then did Bai Xiao reluctantly accept the fact that Song Huai, who was recovering from his injury, was going out to have dinner with his (suspected) love rival and another strange old man.

But no matter how much he pleaded, Song Huai refused to even wear a pair of long johns. Bai Xiao finally lost his temper. Was Song Huai going out to dinner with someone? This was no different from a blind date!

Song Huai opened his phone, showed the day's weather forecast, and shoved it in front of Bai Xiao's face, clearly dissatisfied.

On the phone screen, the words "18℃" were displayed prominently.

Bai Xiao is making a mountain out of a molehill; this is just being unreasonable!

Song Huai angrily questioned, "Eighteen degrees Celsius? Where is it cold?"

Bai Xiao didn't think he had done anything wrong at all, and argued confidently: "Isn't 18 degrees cold enough?"

Song Huai: ...

This conversation just couldn't go on!

Bai Xiao held up the thermal underwear towards Song Huai, her gaze unusually firm, as if to say that Song Huai was not allowed to leave the house until he put on these thermal underwear.

Song Huai stared at him for a while, feeling inexplicably uneasy. In the end, having no other choice, he obediently accepted the ugly, glaringly bright red thermal underwear.

Before leaving the house, Song Huai stared at himself in the mirror for a long time, feeling that something was wrong. After putting on his long johns, he not only looked bulky, but also moved much slower, walking like a fat penguin.

Song Huai grew angrier the more he looked at Bai Xiao, and couldn't help but glare at him.

Bai Xiao ignored Song Huai's little glances. He looked Song Huai up and down, then wrapped a bright red scarf, the same color as his long underwear, around Song Huai's neck before feeling a little more at ease.

He couldn't help but kiss Song Huai on the cheek, and said with satisfaction, "Look at you, aren't you very handsome!"

Song Huai really couldn't agree with Bai Xiao's flattery. He glanced at the time and urged, "Hurry up, hurry up, we're going to be late!"

After dawdling for a while, the two finally went out.

Along the way, Bai Xiao kept nagging in Song Huai's ear, "You have to remember, you can't eat just anything at the dinner table. All that meat and fish is too greasy, your stomach can't handle it..."

Song Huai gave a perfunctory "hmm" a few times, not really hearing what Bai Xiao was saying; his mind was already far away.

Bai Xiao became increasingly worried as she spoke, "There's still alcohol. Don't do anything stupid again. Don't drink whatever people offer you. Don't end up getting sold out and then having to count the money for them... Hey, did you hear me?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the car stopped in front of the restaurant. Song Huai saw Liu Weitian waiting at the door and jumped out of the car impatiently.

Bai Xiao's words were stuck in his throat. He stared at Song Huaitong and Liu Weitian's laughing and talking figures, his eyes dark. After a long while, he finally drove away.

As soon as Song Huaiyi approached, Liu Weitian's sharp eyes noticed something was wrong.

"Pfft!" He couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"What's so funny?" Song Huai asked, puzzled.

Liu Weitian pursed his lips, suppressing a laugh, "It's nothing, I just think your long johns look really nice."

“…You!” In an instant, Song Huai’s face turned bright red, and he couldn’t help but complain about Bai Xiao in his heart once again.

Liu Weitian teased Song Huai: "What, aren't you the one who hates wearing long johns the most?"

He then exaggeratedly feigned sudden realization: "Oh, could it be that your partner made you wear it?"

"No way...you're talking nonsense!" Song Huai pretended to hit him.

Liu Weitian raised his hand in surrender: "Okay, okay, I was wrong. It wasn't anyone who forced you to wear it; it's just that you like wearing red thermal underwear."

As he was talking, he couldn't hold back and burst into laughter.

Song Huai smiled faintly as well, and the two laughed together for a while before gradually quieting down.

"Xiao Tian." After a long while, Song Huai spoke softly.

"What's wrong?"

"I might... have to divorce Bai Xiao."

Liu Weitian couldn't believe his ears. "No... what's wrong with you? Didn't you used to love him to the point of life and death?"

Although Liu Weitian was extremely unwilling for Song Huai and Bai Xiao to be together, and even hoped for their divorce almost constantly, he knew all too well Song Huai's feelings for Bai Xiao. The time Song Huai spent with Bai Xiao was the happiest he had ever seen Song Huai. Therefore, no matter how much he disapproved of their relationship, he never suggested that Song Huai break up.

Upon hearing Song Huai's words, Liu Weitian was unsure whether to be happy or sad, but he ultimately didn't ask any further questions. He was certain that Song Huai had his reasons for doing things—he always unconditionally supported any decision Song Huai made.

He patted Song Huai on the shoulder and said solemnly, "It's good that you've thought it through."

Song Huai opened his mouth, wanting to say something more, when a black minivan slowly stopped in front of them.

The car door opened, and an elderly man with deep-set eyes, a high nose, and white hair stepped out of the car.

The old man was advanced in years, but he was still in good spirits and walked steadily. As soon as he saw Song Huai and Liu Weitian, he greeted them warmly.

This is the internationally renowned director Alan Howard.

During the meal, Howard and Song Huai got along very well, and the two hit it off immediately and talked at length, leaving Liu Weitian speechless.

Howard expressed his appreciation and love for Song Huai's work without reservation, and warmly invited him to compose the score for his new film that was in preparation. The old man was too straightforward, and Song Huai felt a little embarrassed while he was excited.

Howard wanted to entrust the entire film score to Song Huai, but he also made a strange request: Song Huai had to be on set throughout the entire filming and production cycle.

The film was shot in Country Y, far across the ocean.

Song Huai's smile froze instantly. He hesitated for a while, but finally agreed to the request.

Soon, the two finalized their cooperation agreement, and the three of them happily concluded the meal.

Before leaving, Howard said goodbye to Song Huai in broken Chinese: "Song Huai, I look forward to seeing you again."

Song Huai was extremely reluctant to part with his idol. He shook hands with Howard and smiled, "I'm also looking forward to it. See you in Y Country then."

Just after Howard left, Bai Xiao arrived in his car right away. I don't know how he timed it so precisely.

Watching Bai Xiao stride towards them, Liu Weitian and Song Huai whispered to each other, "Have you told him about the divorce?"

Song Huai hesitated, "I don't know how to say it..."

As they were talking, Bai Xiao walked up to them, grabbed Song Huai without saying a word, and pulled him into her arms. The whole action was smooth and natural.

He noticed Song Huai's bare neck, frowned slightly, and said in a deep voice, "Why aren't you wearing a scarf again? Don't you know it's cold outside?"

Song Huai explained in a low voice, "It's hot inside..."

Before Song Huai could finish speaking, Bai Xiao snatched the bright red scarf from Song Huai's hand and wrapped it around his neck again.

After doing all this, Bai Xiao seemed to only then notice Liu Weitian standing there blankly, and gave him a fake smile: "Mr. Liu, it's been a long time."

"haven't seen you for a long time."

"What a load of rubbish! They just saw each other in the hospital room a few days ago," Liu Weitian thought to himself.

"We'll be leaving now. Mr. Liu, please remember to visit us sometime." Bai Xiao deliberately emphasized the word "we".

Liu Weitian had already rolled his eyes at Bai Xiao countless times in his mind, but because Song Huai was present, he could only force a smile and say, "Okay, I'll definitely go if I have the chance." It was a pity that there was no chance, he added in his mind.

Song Huai wanted to talk to Liu Weitian some more, but Bai Xiao directly grabbed his hand and walked towards the car.

Finally, Song Huai only had time to wave to Liu Weitian before Bai Xiao shoved him into the passenger seat and slammed the car door shut.

While driving, Bai Xiao couldn't wait to ask, "How did your chat with that old man go?"

"What old man? Don't you dare call him that! He's a big director, really amazing!" Song Huai pretended to be angry, but he couldn't hide his excitement. "Director Allen seems to like me quite a bit. He's already agreed to work with me on a new movie!"

Influenced by Song Huai's emotions, Bai Xiao's eyes unconsciously revealed a smile. He was not surprised by this result at all. In his opinion, Song Huai was the best musician in the world, and it would be strange if anyone didn't like him.

But the next second, Bai Xiao couldn't help but worry and asked, "Your job shouldn't be too tiring, right?"

Upon hearing this, Song Huai's restless heart suddenly calmed down. He put away his excited smile, looked out the car window, and became sullen, as if he was thinking about something.

He mumbled, "Not tired."

Just then, the car drove into their villa. Bai Xiao parked the car, held Song Huai's hand tightly, and walked into the house with him.

After being away for many days, Song Huai finally returned to the home he had longed for with Bai Xiao.

As soon as he entered the house, he froze on the spot, blinking his eyes in disbelief at what he was seeing.

A note from the author:

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