Song Lan frowned, his expression several times worse than when he first entered the door, "We won't break up!"
His words were so powerful that it was unclear whether he was telling his family or himself who was feeling uneasy at the moment.
After saying that, he emphasized again, "I won't break up."
Old Master Song was so angry that he hit him, "You are so much older than Xiaoxi, why do you always bully others! We have already let Xiaoxi down for the life-saving incident, causing him to suffer so much for no reason.
"I feel sorry for him, but you don't? How can you say such hurtful words?
"Xiaoxi went for an audition today, and Su Hui almost ran him over and killed him. If it weren't for Bai Zheming, Xiaoxi would probably be in the hospital right now!
"As Xiaoxi's family, we have to thank Bai Zheming for this kindness."
Old Master Song was so angry that he couldn't speak. After a while, he calmed down and spoke again in a serious tone.
"If you really like someone, then treat them well. If you don't like them that much and just want to have a new experience, or simply enjoy the feeling of being loved, just listen to my advice and forget it.
"Xiaoxi has had a hard time, please stop torturing her."
Song Lan said anxiously: "I really like him."
Grandpa frowned and asked, "Then tell me that you like him and what have you done for him?"
Song Lan opened his mouth, but was unable to speak.
His entire contact with Jiang Mingxi was during the first episode of "Survival Challenge", a four-day program. In fact, the two of them didn't talk much, not even as much as Jiang Mingxi and Zhao Jiayuan.
The only conversation they had was Jiang Mingxi passionately expressing her love for him and acting coquettishly with him.
He fell.
After the first episode ended, the enthusiasm quickly faded.
The second episode of "Survival Challenge" lasted four days...
Song Lan took a deep breath and said seriously, "Grandpa, I always wondered what he liked about me. Is it just because I'm good-looking? If he meets someone who looks better than me, will he like her too? I'm a little worried..."
Song Bai and his sister-in-law glanced at each other quickly.
Song Lan propped his elbows on his legs, rubbing his fingers. After a pause, he continued, "On the way back just now, I thought a lot. I don't want to think about the past anymore. Jiang Mingxi said that we should get along slowly and let our feelings gradually warm up."
Grandpa looked at Song Lan, his eyes filled with anxiety. After a moment's hesitation, he said, "Then don't think about why he likes you. Just like him well and do everything you can."
Song Lan nodded, chatted for a few more words, and then went back to the house.
As soon as Song Lan left, the eldest brother, sister-in-law, grandfather, and the dog Suisui all went into grandfather's room.
As soon as the door closed, the eldest sister-in-law asked anxiously, "Has he still not gotten over what happened back then? He's been taking medication for so long, and he's been pretty normal these past few years. The tests he took when he stopped taking the medication also all passed."
When Song Lan was 10 years old, he was in a car accident.
In the car at the time were Song Lan, Song Lan's 8-year-old brother, and Song Lan's mother.
At the moment of the incident, Song Lan's mother chose to protect her brother who was farther away, and pushed away Song Lan who was closer to her at the time.
When he was pushed open, a large truck came from the side, and the truck directly scraped the door, breaking it. At that moment, Song Lan fell to the ground along with the door and the person.
Fortunately, the car braked in time and Song Lan was not crushed to death.
The mother and brother in the car were squeezed against the wall and deformed because the driver of the car did not keep the steering wheel steady while the car braked in time.
This incident left a huge shadow in Song Lan's heart.
In the countless days and nights that followed, he kept wondering why his mother pushed him away and chose his younger brother.
Unfortunately, there is no answer.
My mother and brother are gone.
But it seemed as if there was an answer. When my mother was alive, she would always say: You are not as good-looking as your brother. Look how well-behaved your brother is. Look how good your brother is at studying. Why can't you be like your brother?
Grandpa sighed, "No matter what, his illness wasn't caused by the creek, so we can't drag him into it."
…
Early the next morning.
Jiang Mingxi was woken up by a phone call. He opened his eyes in a daze and went to answer the phone. It was still dark.
"Damn it! It's not even six o'clock yet, why are you calling so early!" Jiang Mingxi answered the phone with his eyes closed.
His agent, Xu Tao, came in a frantic voice from the other end, "You auditioned for that livestream yesterday, and they spotted you. That skincare brand, Chunmian, wants you to be their spokesperson! Holy crap! That's Chunmian!"
Chunmian is a skin care product that features a classical Chinese style.
Take the high-end luxury route.
It has become very popular in China in recent years and has received rave reviews in foreign markets.
It's hard to get a spokesperson for his company.
What they mainly consider is, on the one hand, fame, and on the other hand, the temperament that is compatible with this skin care product.
"Your brother, the prince, deserves to be called that! Will you sign? If so, you have to fly over today to sign and take photos."
Jiang Mingxi's sleepiness disappeared completely.
What are you hesitating about?
This is a career!
"sign!"
Xu Tao immediately said, "Then pack up. We'll probably be there in three or four days. I looked at the plane tickets and eight o'clock is a good time. I'll pick you up at half past six."
Hang up the phone.
Jiang Mingxi rubbed his face and sent a message to Song Lan, "Teacher Song, I can't go to Ju today. I have an endorsement to deal with. I'll go when I get back."
After sending the message, Jiang Mingxi saw three unread WeChat messages.
Zhao Ke had sent a message just half an hour ago. When Jiang Mingxi clicked on it, she heard Zhao Ke's broken voice: "Xiaoxi, I completely lost my butt. Is your butt okay? I think I might have to go to the hospital tomorrow. Woo woo woo, so scary!"
A message was sent by Zhao Jiayuan, at an earlier time, past midnight, and his voice wasn't much better: Xiaoxi, so this is what the butt looks like, so magical. I'm going to sleep first and will talk to you in detail tomorrow.
One was from Awang, with the text [No reply today]
After reading the three messages, Jiang Mingxi touched his butt with a hint of sadness: Wow, it’s still a intact butt!
With a sigh, he got up and went to wash up.
Song family.
Song Lan, who hadn't slept much the previous night, got up at 5:30 and rushed into the kitchen.
He made an appointment with Jiang Mingxi to meet at the entrance of the house at 10 o'clock, but he planned to go to Jiang Mingxi's house in advance to bring Jiang Mingxi breakfast.
Song Lan is a good cook and is preparing to make some porridge.
But the moment it stood in the kitchen, it got stuck.
The fact that I didn't know about Jiang Mingxi became clear at this moment: Does Jiang Mingxi like sweet or salty breakfast?
At 5:30 in the morning, for the sake of her love, Song Lan turned away from her duties and called Feng Moshan with her cell phone. She wanted to ask questions if she didn't understand something and planned to ask Zhao Ke.
Result of the call: The user you dialed has turned off the phone.
Shut down?
Feng Moshan couldn't get through, so he called Zhao Jiayuan again: The user you dialed is turned off.
Still turned off?
Zhao Jiayuan couldn't get through, so he called Chen Chong again: The user you dialed is turned off.
Turn off again?
Good, good, good!
Song Lan directly dialed Awang's number. It couldn't be turned off, so he called quickly: The user you dialed is turned off?
Song Lan: ???
What day is today?
Why are all the phones turned off?
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