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Song Qing in the cake shop calmly put away his phone, smiled, and asked, "Do you want anything else to eat?"
"No, no, I'm full." Jiang Qing quickly refused. Just kidding, she had already eaten two mousse cakes while sitting here. The calorie explosion made her mouth still full of sweetness.
"That's good. If you leave hungry, it will be my fault," Song Qing teased. He turned around and waved to the waiter, "Please pack me another piece of matcha flavor and another piece of Oreo flavor cake."
Soon, the two returned home with a sweet taste.
After getting in the car, Jiang Qing sat down. She pricked up her ears and looked at Wang Huaqiang and Song Shuang warily. She always felt that something was wrong between the two of them.
What's wrong? Her eyes darted back and forth.
Song Qing placed one hand on the steering wheel and handed the small black cake to the boy in the back seat. "Hua Qi, this is for you."
"Thank you, Brother Song Qing."
Seeing that the man was standing there in a daze, making noises every time he was poked, it was obvious that he had not yet come to his senses. Song Qing did not care and casually threw the matcha cake into Song Shuang's arms.
Song Shuang took it unhappily and glared at him. He angrily opened the box, forked a piece and threw it into his mouth. "Hey, you still remember to come back."
Song Qing ignored it, shifted gears with one hand, and drove away into the vast sea of lights.
The wind came in through the open car window, making Jiang Qing's hair light. She leaned her head against the car window, and couldn't help but glance at the subtle trio.
Wang Huaqiang in a daze, Song Shuang who was furious, and Song Qing who remained calm.
She closed her eyes and pretended to sleep, eight hundred thoughts flashing through her mind in one second.
Until Wang Huaqiang got out of the car and left, she stood up and just stretched out her hand to wave goodbye to the boy in the distance. The car started, and before turning the next corner, she heard Song Shuang's sudden emotional outburst.
"What do you mean?"
Jiang Qing was startled by the girl's sudden high voice, and she turned to look at Song Shuang.
No, sister, why didn't you say hello before singing high notes? It scared her.
Song Qing didn't look away and drove the car relaxedly. "What?"
"What are you talking about? Didn't you do it on purpose?" Song Shuang said sarcastically, "You deliberately chose Wang Huacheng to send him home before Lin Nanyan could speak."
"Hmm." Song Qing hummed a single syllable from his nose, and his fingertips tapped on the steering wheel, making a crisp and pleasant sound.
"You deliberately sent Jiang Jiang away and left me and Wang Huaqiang alone." Song Shuang complained indignantly.
Song Qing: "Yeah."
He glanced at Song Shuang and asked, "Are you done?"
"You know it very well, what else do you want to ask?" he said.
"I don't want to ask anymore." Seeing Song Qing's face, Song Shuang got angry and turned to look out the window. "I won't ask anything."
"Xiao Man, any misunderstandings between you and your classmates must be resolved as soon as possible." There was a hint of helplessness in his voice. Song Qing reached out to touch the girl's hair, but she turned her head away.
"I can't ask you what happened between you and him," he retracted his hand and looked forward, "after all, it's your privacy."
Song Shuang listened silently. A familiar face with sharp edges was reflected in the car window in front of her. She stared at his shadow.
"But you're not happy, and neither is he." Turning the corner and encountering a red light, Song Qing slowly stepped on the brakes. "I think you two should have a good talk."
"Don't you think you're meddling too much?" the silent girl suddenly blurted out.
Song Qing was stunned for a moment, and stepped on the brake pedal to the bottom. The car stopped, and the red light flashed brightly in front of his eyes.
"If you wanted me to have a good talk with him, you should have talked to me in advance instead of leaving us alone in the car without saying a word."
"Why do you ask me to do something you can't do?"
Song Shuang turned around and very calmly pointed out the contradiction in his words.
"I'll talk to you in advance," Song Qingwei turned his face to the side, and the light and shadow cast a triangular shadow on his face, forming a triangular shadow on the side of his nose. He asked calmly, "Will you do it?"
Song Shuang didn't say anything.
"You won't," he answered for her.
Song Shuang couldn't help but clench the cake box in his hand with his fingertips, and his finger bones turned faintly white.
Song Qing did not fall into Song Shuang's language trap. His expression was calm and his tone was very natural.
Looking up at Jiang Qing's wide-open eyes in the rearview mirror, he smiled gently to comfort her.
Jiang Qing forced a smile back, and when no one was paying attention, she gradually lowered her body and collapsed slowly and silently on the back seat. She wondered if she could just disappear like that.
There are people in the back seat, dear. Why did you siblings start arguing? Please pay attention to the occasion.
Could you give her an advance notice so that she can avoid this embarrassing situation?
She trembled and hugged herself, she was afraid.
"Do you want me to continue?" The green light came on, Song Qing started the car again and asked casually.
"Yeah, I'm almost home..." Jiang Qing spoke in a pretentious voice, trying to remind the other person that she was still there and there were people here.
As soon as he opened his mouth, he was interrupted by Song Shuang's words, "You talk, I'm listening."
Song Shuang pursed her lips into a stubborn curve.
Jiang Qing's shoulders, which had just been raised, fell smoothly to the ground. She fell straight back into the back seat, staring at the roof with her dead fish eyes.
Go ahead, go ahead, I’m listening to whatever else you have to say.
"Wang Huacheng has been trying to talk to you all day. He's been following you wherever you go, but you've been resisting any conversation with him."
Song Shuang didn't expect that after just one encounter, Song Qing noticed the strange atmosphere between the two.
"I...I just haven't thought it through..."
"Yes, you haven't thought it through," Song Qing's voice was soft and soothing, but if you listened carefully, you could sense the frightening bluntness of his words. "So you keep putting it off. How long are you going to put it off until it's too late to make amends?"
"I don't have one." Song Shuang said firmly. She just wanted to wait for two more days until she was ready.
"Yes, you didn't," Song Qing did not refute her, but followed her words, "You just prepared every day, but never set off."
hiss--
Jiang Qing took a deep breath. She felt heartbroken when she heard it. Wouldn't Song Shuang cause a big trouble for her brother?
Sure enough, just as she finished her thought, she heard the soprano voice rising again.
"What about you?"
"How long are you going to delay?" Song Shuang raised his voice and questioned the other party, hiding his inner panic, "When will you return to school?"
"I've already said that I don't need your protection, and I don't need you to stay for me. Why don't you leave?"
"Song Qing, you're very annoying, do you know that?"
The car suddenly fell into silence, and Jiang Qing could even hear her own breathing.
She held her breath, and when she couldn't hold it any longer, she took a deep breath secretly, trying to reduce her presence.
After a long time, Song Qing's voice sounded again, "I know."
"Because I know," he said, looking at the endless road at the end, where the traffic was surging and each car seemed particularly small, "I don't want you to be like me."
"As timid as I am," he said.
Song Shuang was stunned. She stood there in a daze, and for a moment she seemed to think that she had heard it wrong.
Cowardly? Why is this word associated with Song Qing?
"Xiao Man," Song Qing's face suddenly showed a smile, as if the whole body was wrapped in a gentle veil of moonlight, "We should all come out."
"For that day, and for you and me."
Song Shuang: "W-what?"
"I've been waiting," Song Qing said without turning his head. He drove the car slowly and steadily, just like he was driving an armored vehicle at school. "Waiting for you to tell me that you've grown up."
"Then I waited, even though it was others who pushed you forward," he smiled, a smile filled with relief, pride, and reluctance, "but you still said those words yourself."
"Song Shuang," Song Qing stepped on the brakes, the tires rubbing against the ground, leaving a black mark. He turned his head, "I'm leaving tomorrow."
At first glance, Jiang Qing almost pretended to be dead. What the hell, what did she hear?
Brother Song Qing is leaving?
"Didn't you say you would wait for me, until I learned martial arts before leaving?" Song Shuang stuttered.
"I lied to you," Song Qing raised his hand and rubbed Song Shuang's hair. This time, the girl forgot to hide and just let the man in front of her rub her hair. "Although I did think so at the beginning."
"Then why did Brother Song Qing suddenly change his mind?" The cute Jiang Qing suddenly popped up and asked the question that Song Shuang wanted to ask but didn't dare to ask.
"Because of Xiaoman," Song Qing looked at Song Shuang with a smile, "because of you, I see myself in you."
Song Shuang murmured: "Me?"
"Yes, I'll leave when you grow up, when you learn martial arts, and when you finish the college entrance exam." He took the paper box that the girl had crushed, folded it carefully, and threw it into the garbage bag in the car. He looked up and said, "Does this sound familiar?"
“I’ve been procrastinating,” he said, “just like you.”
"Someone always has to push me before I can move on to the next step," he said, looking at Jiang Qing, who had unknowingly poked her head forward. He smiled and shook his head, "This is not a good habit."
"Haha..." Jiang Qing froze in place awkwardly, trying to find something to say. "Brother Song Qing is right. This is not a good habit."
Song Qing smiled. The light from the window made his face hazy, with an inexplicable beauty.
"So, Song Shuang, I'm leaving."
“This time it’s real.”
"I'm not lying to you."
Song Shuang was so excited that her heart was about to drop. She said in a muffled voice, "Who cares?"
Jiang Qing translated for her in real time: "She said she couldn't bear to leave you."
Song Shuang: "I'm so happy that you're gone."
Jiang Qing: "She said she would miss you."
Song Shuang: "It's better to stay away from me and don't come back to bother me all the time."
Jiang Qing: "She said she hopes you can follow the organization's arrangements and wishes you a bright and great future."
"Jiang Qing!" Song Shuang shouted angrily.
When Jiang Qing heard this, she pinched her mouth with her index finger and thumb, signaling herself to shut up and not speak.
Song Qing watched the two of them angrily, feeling both amused and helpless, and the sadness of parting was diluted a lot.
Song Shuang sniffed and pouted: "To be honest, I'm quite happy."
"You are finally no longer just my brother," she said. "Although at the beginning of the story, you put on that police uniform for me, I hope that by the end of the story, you can choose what you want for yourself."
"And I am finally no longer your sister. I can run, laugh, and play as much as I want without having to worry about someone suddenly jumping out and saying—"
She spoke softly, carefully choosing her tone, "Xiao Man, it's time for you to go home."
Song Shuang looked at Song Qing and said.
"Brother, I wish you a bright and great future."
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