However, there is absolutely no need for that.
Because, if Lu Yanzhi can even accept Lin Qinxue killing people, what else is unacceptable?
She threw the USB drive into the trash can beside her, and then strode out of the airport.
From then on, the mountains were high and the roads were long, and she had nothing to do with Lu Yanzhi and Lin Qinxue anymore.
As soon as Song Qingyu got in the car, her cell phone rang.
It was Gu Hanxing calling.
She picked up the phone.
"I'm back in Kyoto."
"I'm in City A."
The two said in unison.
After saying this, they all fell silent.
After a while, Song Qingyu stammered, "Didn't you say you were going to City A next month?"
The smile on Gu Hanxing's lips faded a little: "The project was completed ahead of schedule."
"I see." Song Qingyu said with regret, "Then when you come back, I'll treat you to a meal."
As for visiting City A, I guess it will never happen in this lifetime.
"good."
Gu Hanxing waited until Song Qingyu hung up the call before putting away his phone.
He raised his eyes, looked at the hazy night of City A, and frowned.
It turned out that he didn't like the South.
When Song Qingyu arrived at the rented place, she cleaned it inside and out before she finally mustered up the courage to call Director Tang.
Director Tang was very happy to learn that Song Qingyu was finally coming back to work: "Okay, okay, you should have a good rest today and report to the restoration center tomorrow."
"good."
After hanging up the phone, Song Qingyu lay on the bed and finally felt at home.
After all, Kyoto is her root.
Song Qingyu tilted her head and looked at the sycamore tree outside the window.
The trees are bare.
Unlike City A, where the trees are lush and green all year round, you can't feel the changes of spring and autumn at all.
very nice.
It seems that she prefers the north.
The next day.
Song Qingyu arrived at the repair center early in the morning.
Seeing her come back, her colleagues were very happy and held her tightly.
"Qingyu, you're back! Come to my place later and help me look at a painting."
"Hey, Sister Li, why are you like this? Qingyu, come to my place first. I have a calligraphy and painting with several missing characters. You have to help me fix it!"
"And me, and me..."
“…”
Looking at the enthusiastic and lively faces, Song Qingyu seemed to be infected and started laughing as well: "Okay, okay, I'll go report to Director Tang first, and then I'll find you guys after I'm done."
"That's a deal."
Only then did everyone let Song Qingyu go.
Song Qingyu walked along the corridor towards Director Tang's office.
Before I knocked on the door, I heard Director Tang's voice coming from inside.
"Come in. They can tell you're back by hearing their voices from a distance."
Song Qingyu pushed open the door and saw Director Tang, her eyes slightly moist.
"director."
"I'm glad you're back." Director Tang looked at Song Qingyu with a smile and said amiably, "I knew you would come back, so I specially reserved this position for you.
Qingyu, your father's dream is to shine in the field of antique restoration.
Now that you have inherited his legacy, he would be very pleased if he knew about it in his grave."
Song Qingyu nodded solemnly.
She loves restoring antiques.
Part of the reason is because this is her father's wish.
"Oh, by the way..." Director Tang suddenly remembered something, "You're just in time."
"director……"
"Haha, a few days ago, my cousin started a show called Antiques... Matching, it's a show about antiques anyway.
The purpose of this program is to popularize the historical and cultural connotations behind antiques to the public. However, just finding someone to explain it would be too boring.
He thought of using competitions to attract audiences.
However, it is extremely difficult to find contestants who are both knowledgeable about antiques and photogenic.
So he asked me to keep an eye on it for him.
Qingyu, you are beautiful and you study antiques..."
Song Qingyu understood the implication in Director Tang's words, but she still refused: "Director, forget it."
"How can we just let it go? This is a great opportunity to promote Chinese culture. Let's just say it's settled. I'll talk to my cousin right away."
Song Qingyu had no chance to stop it, so she had to let Director Tang go.
Anyway, you may not be selected.
…
It rained in City A.
It came swiftly and went away swiftly.
When Fu Cheng entered the private room, the rain had just stopped.
He found it troublesome to hold an umbrella, so he trotted in, and his clothes and body were inevitably wet.
Someone with sharp eyes quickly stepped forward to offer a towel.
Fu Cheng didn't care at all, but walked straight to Lu Yanzhi.
Seeing that there was only a glass of red wine in front of Lu Yanzhi, he breathed a sigh of relief.
"Drinking your sorrows here again?"
He found out that Song Qingyu had left City A an hour ago.
Everything happened so suddenly.
There was no warning.
He almost suspected that this was fake news.
But Chen Zhou spoke with absolute certainty.
He had no choice but to leave the land of tenderness and run to find Lu Yanzhi.
But Lu Yanzhi didn't drink silently like before.
Instead, he tapped the armrest with his fingers in a very good mood.
A look of doubt appeared on his face.
"Hey, you're not..."
Too sad, maybe mentally ill?
"Isn't it just a woman?" Fu Cheng saw that Lu Yanzhi didn't speak at all and became anxious. "The thing that this world has the most is women. Just tell me what kind of woman you want, and I can find one for you right now."
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