Song Fei was silent for a while before calling out Song Ci's name. "Song Ci."
Song Ci suppressed her uneasiness and said, "Song Fei, don't call my name. If you call my name, something big will happen." The word "Song Ci" in Song Fei's mouth has become a curse.
Song Fei was silent again, but after a moment her voice rang out again: "Song Ci, I want to go to Africa with my teacher for at least a year."
Song Ci heard it but said nothing. The beef in his mouth instantly lost all its taste.
Song Fei gave Song Ci a few minutes to digest this information. She stuck a thin barbecue skewer into the soil in front of her. She stared at it and said glumly, "I can't persuade you, can I?"
Song Fei said, "Song Ci, see you next year."
"Which country are you going to?" Song Ci was a little angry, and her tone became anxious.
Song Fei: "Congo."
Song Ci took a deep breath and scolded Song Fei: "Do you know that it's very chaotic there! Song Fei, your life will be in danger! I won't allow you to go!" Whether she was being unreasonable or cowardly, Song Ci just didn't agree with Song Fei going to such a dangerous place.
Seeing Song Ci lose her temper, Song Fei sighed. "Song Ci." Not hearing Song Ci's response, Song Fei continued, "The teacher said that my talent and abilities shouldn't be wasted. There's still no effective antidote for the Ebola virus, and the teacher hopes I can go with him. I want to go, too."
"Song Dynasty porcelain, just as the violin is your life pursuit, becoming a person like your teacher is also my pursuit."
"Song Ci, you have to support me."
It was rare to hear such a long speech from Song Fei, and Song Ci had been convinced by her. Song Ci knew in her heart that she should support Song Fei in realizing her life ideals, but she was also worried that Song Fei would be in danger.
Finally, Song Ci just asked in a hoarse voice: "Have you told Brother Jiang about this?"
Song Fei was silent.
I don't know whether it's out of guilt or acquiescence.
Song Ci suddenly sneered and said sarcastically, "Song Fei, Yan Jiang is unlucky to fall in love with you."
Song Fei remained silent. Even though Song Ci didn't say another word, she didn't hang up the phone. This was Song Fei. She seemed cold and heartless, but she would never take the initiative to hang up the phone on the people around her.
When Song Ci saw Han Zhan coming over, she spoke to Song Fei again: "Song Fei, remember, I don't want you to be brilliant, I just want you to be safe and sound."
Song Fei laughed and said, "Little fool, the harm will last for a thousand years. I must live a hundred years."
Song Ci snorted and hung up the phone.
Han Zhan sat down next to Song Ci and handed her two mutton skewers. "Song Fei's call?" He had just heard Song Ci calling her name.
"Yeah." Song Ci told Han Zhan: "Song Fei is going to Congo to study viruses with her teacher."
Han Zhan frowned and said, "That place is a bit chaotic. I've been there before, on a mission to rescue a group of Chinese volunteers who were trapped in Africa. The environment there is terrible, the society is chaotic, and it's very dangerous."
Song Ci felt even more anxious after hearing Han Zhan's words. "Song Fei is very stubborn. Even I can't persuade her of her decision." Song Ci sighed and whispered, "I just want her to be safe and sound, and live a life of mediocrity."
"But Cibao, everyone has their own pursuits. Song Fei is more mature than you, and she knows what you know. The decision to go to Congo must have been made after careful consideration. Since she told you, she hopes to get your understanding and support." Han Zhan can understand Song Fei because he has ambitions.
Song Ci also understood this logic, but he cared about Song Fei too much and couldn't bear to see Song Fei go to such a dangerous place.
"I hope everything is okay with her."
...
After talking to Song Ci, Song Fei's expression was not relaxed. She held her phone, leaning back on the sofa and sitting on the carpet. She glanced at the time. There were only more than 20 minutes left until Yan Jiang came home. She was actually a little nervous.
Yan Jiang returned home on time and found the house dark. He thought Song Fei hadn't come back. He turned on all the lights in the house, carried his bag across the living room and prepared to go upstairs. He passed by the sofa and noticed that Song Fei was actually at home.
Seeing that Song Fei had fallen asleep on the carpet, Yan Jiang hurried over and picked up Song Fei by the waist.
As soon as he hugged Song Fei, she opened her eyes. "Why are you hugging me?" Song Fei lay in his arms, looking at Yan Jiang with a cold gaze.
Yan Jiang looked bewildered, but his arms around Song Fei remained strong and motionless. He explained guiltily, "You fell asleep, and I was going to take you back to your room."
Song Fei said, "You can wake me up."
Yan Jiang: "Then I can't hug you."
He was too straightforward, which made Song Fei unable to say any harsh words.
"Put me down."
Yan Jiang was like a good baby and quickly put her down.
Song Fei lay on the sofa like a boneless person. She touched her belly and raised her eyelids to look at Yan Jiang who was standing beside her with a burning gaze on her. Ever since she exposed this man's wolfish ambitions towards her, Yan Jiang always looked at her with this kind of creepy bright gaze.
Song Fei couldn't bear Yan Jiang's gaze, so she suddenly said, "Would you please treat me to a barbecue?"
Yan Jiang's eyes brightened, "Now?"
"Um."
"good!"
Before going out, Yan Jiang put on a baseball cap but not sunglasses. Wearing sunglasses made the world seem dark, but with Song Fei around, Yan Jiang only wanted to see the light.
Song Fei was still wearing a hooded sweatshirt, and she subconsciously put on the hood when she went out. After getting in the car, Song Fei asked Yan Jiang: "Aren't you afraid of being photographed by reporters?" She was afraid of causing trouble for Yan Jiang, so Song Fei had to wear a hat every time she went out to feel at ease.
Yan Jiang answered very honestly: "I wish everyone in the world knew about the scandal between you and me."
Hearing this, Song Fei fell silent.
She looked at Yan Jiang deeply and sarcastically said, "You are so brave to tease me."
Yan Jiang: "I thought that daring to like you was enough to prove that I was brave enough."
Song Fei looked at Yan Jiang thoughtfully, feeling that he was a little strange, but not annoying. Catching the look in Yan Jiang's eyes as he secretly observed her reaction while driving, Song Fei curled her lips and warned him: "Drive carefully."
Yan Jiang hurriedly sat up straight and looked straight ahead.
Song Fei suddenly said, "You were such a coward before, how did you become like this?" Although Yan Jiang sometimes acts cowardly in front of Song Fei, most of the time he is brave and calm.
Yan Jiang said, "Without your protection, I have to grow up on my own." If he is not brave enough, how can he protect Song Fei and their child in the future? Yan Jiang did not dare to say this, and only dared to think about it in his heart.
Song Fei felt that she no longer understood Yan Jiang.
In the past, Yan Jiang was simple, easy to understand, and easy to bully. Bullying him was also a kind of fun in Song Fei's boring life. Now Yan Jiang looked like a meat bun. Song Fei could squeeze it into a round shape or flatten it, but inside the bun skin was a chili filling.
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