Chapter 65. Bai Xiao: Holding hands with my wife again, hehe.
Once in the familiar car, the warm breeze inside gradually eased the throbbing pain in Song Huai's head. After a tense night, he finally felt relieved and leaned back in the passenger seat, completely exhausted.
The next second, Song Huai noticed something was wrong. He had a rare habit of adjusting the seat back very far forward—an angle that would be extremely uncomfortable for most people. But now, the passenger seat was exactly the same as it had been five years ago, with the backrest angle still unusually small, and even the seat cushion still had the same little white dog pattern.
During that time, Song Huai's back ached from sitting at the piano for too long every day, so Bai Xiao somehow got him this little white dog cushion. Moreover, this little white dog was the same little white dog from the emojis that Song Huai often posted. The cute little dog looked particularly out of place in the dignified and majestic black car.
Song Huai glanced quickly at Bai Xiao, who was focused on driving, and thought to himself, "So, in the past few years, no one else has gotten into Bai Xiao's passenger seat, right?"
This car carried so much of their past; memories flooded his mind frame by frame, and before he knew it, Song Huai's lips curved into a smile.
Bai Xiao turned on the car stereo, and beautiful music flowed gently.
The music was so familiar, so familiar, that the melody was etched into Song Huai's DNA—At the moment.
Thinking about the origin of this piece of music, Song Huai swallowed hard, turned his head to look out the window, and blinked frantically.
After a moment, Song Huai suddenly spoke up: "Let's change the song."
Bai Xiaoyi changed the song.
The next piece is Blue Enchantress.
Bai Xiao pretended not to know the special significance of the two pieces of music and sincerely said, "I am your fan."
"Thanks."
After that, they all fell silent, and music filled the entire carriage.
As the gentle music played, Song Huai's consciousness grew increasingly hazy, and his eyelids grew heavier.
However, it's not very polite to sleep in someone else's car. Song Huaiqiang tried to stay awake, but slowly, his eyelids closed up uncontrollably.
Soon, the piece finished playing and automatically switched to the next one—still a piece composed by Song Huai.
In recent years, when he was tormented by longing, he could only rely on these songs to quench his thirst.
The roads were empty in the middle of the night, and cars drove smoothly all the way.
Upon arriving at their destination, Bai Xiao prepared to turn off the engine and gently called out, "Song Huai, don't sleep anymore, sleep when we get home."
Song Huai showed no reaction and was fast asleep.
Bai Xiao paused in her action of turning off the engine, and instead turned up the car's heater temperature by one degree.
Not even daring to blink, Bai Xiao quietly gazed at Song Huai's peaceful, sleepy eyes.
He was afraid of waking the sleeping people, so he even breathed very softly.
The carriage was deathly silent; time seemed to stand still.
After a long while, Bai Xiao suddenly remembered something and, imitating Song Huai's drunken insistence on holding her hand, took his hand again.
Song Huai was completely unaware and allowed himself to be manipulated.
He held his hand, their fingers intertwined, tightly entwined, as if they would never be separated.
Suddenly, Bai Xiao frowned. Song Huai's sleeve had been lifted up at some point, revealing a section of his fair wrist. His already slender wrist was now so thin that it was practically skin and bones. Bai Xiao could easily wrap his hand around it. He even suspected that if he exerted a little force, his wrist might break.
Why is Song Huai still not eating properly after leaving him, and why has he become even thinner than before?
The moment Bai Xiao grasped his hand, Song Huai woke up, but he kept his eyes tightly closed.
Five years later, he finally felt the intense heat of Bai Xiao's palm again. His hands, which had been a little cold, quickly warmed up under the embrace of Bai Xiao's large hand.
"Bang, bang..."
His heartbeat, dormant for many years, awakened again, each beat stronger than the last, and Song Huai felt as if he had been reborn.
Continuing to feign sleep with his eyes closed, Song Huai took advantage of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to indulge in the unrestrained release of his soul.
But after a long time, Bai Xiao still showed no intention of letting go, as if he would hold her hand forever as long as she didn't wake up.
With no other option, Song Huai could only move his arms and lazily hum through his nose, pretending that he was about to wake up.
She immediately let go of his hand.
After a few more seconds, Song Huai opened his eyes, still sleepy, and feigned surprise: "When did you arrive? How long have I been asleep?"
Bai Xiao coughed lightly. "Not long after, seeing that you were sleeping soundly, I didn't wake you up."
"N-I'm sorry, then... I'll head back now?"
Bai Xiao calmly said, "Bye."
Song Huai opened the car door and had just stepped out when he realized that it would be impolite to leave someone who had gone to the trouble of driving him home. So he turned to Bai Xiao and politely asked, "Would you like to come in and sit down?"
Bai Xiao seemed not to understand Song Huai's polite words and replied quickly, "Okay."
Song Huai: "..."
Having found himself in a difficult situation, Song Huai had no choice but to invite Bai Xiao into his home.
"Um..." Song Huai racked his brains for a topic, "How about getting some late-night snacks?"
Bai Xiao nodded. "Okay."
After saying that, he walked towards the refrigerator as if he were at home, without any hesitation.
As soon as I opened the refrigerator, a sour, pungent smell hit me.
Inside the refrigerator were several bundles of yellowed green vegetables and a box of oddly colored pork ribs—the source of the sour smell.
Besides that, there was nothing else in the refrigerator.
Bai Xiao took out the green vegetables and pork ribs and threw them all into the trash can without any mercy.
Then he opened the cupboard.
Inside the cabinet were only several neatly stacked piles of instant noodles.
Bai Xiao turned around and looked at Song Huai in disbelief, her eyes filled with silent questioning.
He couldn't imagine what kind of life this person led on a daily basis.
Song Huai looked guilty and forced a smile, "Sorry, well, it seems there's nothing to eat at home..."
The implication is that since there's nothing left at home, does that mean Bai Xiao can leave?
Unexpectedly, Bai Xiao tied up the garbage bag that had just contained vegetables and meat and walked towards the door, saying, "Wait a moment, I'll go out and buy some groceries."
"Hey!" Song Huai quickly called out to him, "It's so late, where can we still find a supermarket?"
Bai Xiao: "There's a 24-hour supermarket nearby."
Song Huai was completely confused. Really? How come he didn't know when a supermarket opened nearby?
With a puzzled look on his face, Bai Xiao strode out the door, too late for Song Huailian to stop him again.
Staring at the gate, Song Huai smiled bitterly.
Then, clutching his stomach which had been aching for a long time, he skillfully pulled out his stomach medicine and swallowed it with cold water that had been sitting for who knows how long.
He leaned back on the sofa, idly scrolling through his phone, waiting for Bai Xiao. But perhaps it was the effect of the medication, or perhaps he was already exhausted after a night of socializing, and with his phone still in his hand, he unconsciously fell asleep again.
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