The students at school all thought that these people were bodyguards sent by his father to protect him, and they all envied him.
Little did they know that these people were actually swords hanging over his and his father's heads. If they were not careful, they would be doomed.
Xue Yuan told Ziyi the secret in his heart, and Ziyi knew that he really treated her as a friend.
Ziyi also put down his chopsticks, took out a pen and paper from his schoolbag, and began to write on the paper, "Is there a bug in your room?"
Xue Yuan nodded, "Yes." He smiled again, "But they probably won't understand what we're saying, it's okay."
Ziyi shook his head and wrote on the paper, "Better safe than sorry. Don't be careless. From now on, the only words you say are those related to school. Don't say a single word about anything else."
Xue Yuan didn't understand why Ziyi suddenly seemed like a different person, but he nodded and said, "Yes."
Ziyi was talking about tomorrow's lessons while writing, "I'm a member of the special forces sent by the Chinese military to bring you back home. Your parents contacted us and decided to return home. The only condition is that they take you back with them."
Xue Yuan covered his mouth and looked at Song Ziyi in disbelief.
Song Ziyi continued writing, "We have people on your side too, looking for a chance to rescue you. If they succeed, I'll get the news right away. Will you trust me and come with me then?"
Xue Yuan slowly calmed down, thinking a lot, and suddenly snatched the pen from Ziyi's hand and wrote on the paper: "One ounce of gold."
Song Ziyi took back the pen and wrote under Xue Yuan's words, "A mess."
Xue Yuan's eyes suddenly lit up.
This was a secret code between him and his father, and no one else knew it.
Now someone knows, it must be Dad who told them.
Xue Yuan nodded heavily to Ziyi and wrote on the paper, "I am willing to go with you, but you must ensure my father's safety."
In fact, Xue Yuan knew in his heart that given his father's importance, no matter whether it was the United States or China, it was impossible for him to be hurt. A father who was intact was the most valuable.
Song Ziyi laughed, stretched out his hand to Xue Yuan, and whispered, "Let me introduce myself again. I am Song Ziyi."
Xue Yuan reached out and held his hand, "Song Ziyi, you are here. I am Xue Yuan."
The two smiled at each other.
Song Ziyi picked up the paper he had just written on, tore it into pieces, and then flushed it down the toilet.
The rain gradually subsided, and Song Ziyi borrowed an umbrella from Xue Yuan's house and left the apartment.
After walking out of the apartment, he felt someone following him. He pretended not to notice and returned to his "home" on Saman Street as usual.
Ma Bomin, who had been feeling uneasy, heaved a sigh of relief when he saw Ziyi coming back. He smiled and walked towards him, "Why are you back so late, kid? I was so worried."
Song Ziyi smiled and said, "It rained so hard yesterday that I went to my mother's house to take shelter from the rain. I also had dinner and came back."
Ma Bomin was about to say something else when Song Ziyi whispered, "Someone is watching outside."
The smile on Ma Bomin's face froze, then returned to normal. He reached out to take the umbrella from Ziyi's hand, shook off the water, and hung it on the nail at the door. Then he walked in and asked Ziyi about his well-being. He looked no different from an ordinary kid.
The people outside stared for a while, found nothing unusual, and left.
"Let's go." Song Ziyi walked around the door and came back to say to Ma Bomin.
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