Chapter 33
Song Yihuan buried her face in Chi Ran's chest, enveloped by the scent of pine wood, and she didn't want to separate from him at all.
Chi Ran didn't say anything more, but simply raised his hand and gently pressed it against the back of her head, running his fingers through her hair and gently stroking it.
Under the soothing touch of this child-rearing gesture, Song Yihuan slowly loosened her grip on his clothes.
She let out a long breath.
Chi Ran raised his hand and pressed it on her head, half-jokingly saying, "Don't cry, there are so many people here."
Song Yihuan looked up and weakly retorted, "Why are you crying?"
Chi Ran smiled and touched her face, saying nothing, and silently finished the ice cream cone that was almost melting.
"You came to pick me up with an ice cream cone, but it turned out to be for yourself?" she asked, frowning.
"Mmm, delicious." He tilted his head and smiled in a way that was incredibly irritating.
Song Yihuan can't eat ice cream cones because they're cold and oily, but not being able to eat them and not having them at all are not the same thing.
What logic can be applied to greed?
What sense does selfishness have?
She suddenly felt a little frustrated.
Song Yihuan punched his arm, "How could you do this!"
"This is your punishment for missing rehearsals."
Chi Ran showed no intention of buying her an ice cream cone. She put her hand on her head and said with a smile, "Lead the way. The car is on B1. Qian Yu drove there."
"oh."
Song Yihuan let him support her and led him toward the elevator.
But Chi Ran didn't obediently follow her; instead, he pulled her back to face him.
He tightened his grip on her head slightly, and she couldn't help but lift her head.
"What...?"
Before she could finish speaking, Chi Ran leaned down slightly and kissed her.
His lips and tongue were slightly cool, with a refreshing sweetness, as he probed between her teeth, the temperature difference decreasing with each movement.
Song Yihuan was caught off guard by his kiss, and all her reason and senses melted away as she was completely immersed in it.
A cool, sweet sensation touched my tongue, and the subtle feeling slowly spread throughout my body...
After the tender, intimate kiss ended, Song Yihuan realized that they were in the bustling exit hall of the station.
"Ah! You just said there were a lot of people!" Song Yihuan pulled off his sunglasses and put them on his face without saying a word.
"I can't see anyway." Chi Ran let her take away the disguise, propped up her head, tilted her head and smiled, her gray eyes faintly gleaming.
While sitting in the car, Song Yihuan belatedly realized that Chi Ran hadn't asked anything.
For her, it was a good thing that he didn't ask, something to be relieved about.
But why do I still feel frustrated?
It's probably because of selfishness.
"I picked up the violin from the company on the way back, it's not like I'm trying to break them up," Qian Yu said, unlocking the car and pleading, "Song Shen, are you sitting in the passenger seat or the back? If you sit in the back, you'll have to hold the violin, and the car might tip over."
Chi Ran reached for the back door along the car body, opened it, sat down, and leaned in, smiling as he said, "This instrument is quite fragile; those with strong hands should sit in the passenger seat."
Song Yihuan didn't argue and settled into the passenger seat.
The traffic wasn't too bad, and it only took about twenty minutes to get there.
The city center was brightly lit, just like always. Unlike usual, the streets were still crowded at this time, with couples walking hand in hand.
Song Yihuan checked the date on her phone and realized that today was May 20th, 520.
She looked out the car window at the shopping mall in the distance; the entrance was decorated with many decorative items: roses, teddy bears, hearts...
Qian Yu sighed resentfully, "Why should I be your driver in this kind of situation?"
"Because you don't have a date." Chi Ran raised an eyebrow and smiled.
"You lovebirds are so cute!" Qian Yu slammed the steering wheel.
Song Yihuan looked down at her phone, tapped in, exited, and tapped in again—Ms. Wang still hadn't sent any messages.
Frustrated, she tossed her phone into the middle of the room and stared out the window.
Selfish.
Today is a special day.
When Qian Yu said they were a couple, Chi Ran didn't deny it. But today was a special day, and he didn't react much to it, not even wishing her a happy holiday.
...That's not entirely fair. Chi Ran did react; he came to pick her up at the station.
Chi Ran came to pick her up at the station because she had argued with Ms. Wang and had chosen to return on this particular day.
What if she doesn't come back today?
Selfish.
Chi Ran is a romantic and sentimental person, which is evident from her birthday celebrations...
So, is he deliberately avoiding this holiday?
Selfish!
Song Yihuan forced herself to stop her greedy thoughts.
As if punishing her greed, her phone suddenly rang.
A notification pops up on the screen: [Resurrection Armor, original factory direct delivery, your follower count has reached...]
Just as the traffic lights were changing, Qian Yu tilted his head and read the words on the sign: "Resurrecting Jia Yuan..."
Before he could finish reading, Song Yihuan took the phone back, turned off the screen, and held it in her hand.
"That's rather stingy," Qian Yu asked. "Resurrection Armor... and you're a gaming blogger?"
Song Yihuan grunted in annoyance, then said guiltily, "It's rude to read other people's messages. Why are you always like this?"
Qian Yu laughed shamelessly, "Last time it was clearly an alarm clock, not a message. I always help Ran-ge check messages, it's just a habit."
Song Yihuan then guiltily turned around to look at Chi Ran in the back seat.
He didn't say a word, sitting quietly against the piano, as if lost in thought. She secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Selfish! !
Parking spaces are scarce in their community, and it's practically impossible to find one at this time. Qian Yu drove his car to the underground parking lot of the shopping mall across the street.
"Come to the mall for a bowl of rice noodles when you pick up the car tomorrow morning, then you won't have to pay for parking." Qian Yu closed the driver's side door with a smile. "Song Shen, help Ran Ge."
“It’s okay, the hiking poles are in the car,” Chi Ran said.
"Brother, buy a bouquet of flowers for your girlfriend!" A crisp child's voice rang out, startling Qian Yu.
She was a little girl with a mushroom haircut, bangs, and big eyes, who looked about eight or nine years old.
"My god, that scared me to death." Qian Yu patted his chest. "Little sister, if you're going to sell flowers, you should sell them on the street. Talking to people like that in an underground parking lot is terrifying."
"I'm sorry, brother." The little girl blinked. "But there's no one on the street anymore, so I can only try my luck here and wait for the older brothers and sisters who are coming out of the mall after closing time."
"So clever." Chi Ran leaned against the car and said with a smile.
The little girl immediately shifted her attention to the man who was praising her, and said sweetly, "Brother, you are so handsome."
Chi Ran raised an eyebrow.
Qian Yu asked, annoyed, "Why aren't you praising me?"
“Brother, you’re handsome too. Buy your girlfriend some flowers!” the little girl said, tilting her head.
"She's not that clever, is she? She's not my girlfriend."
Qian Yu suddenly became smug, completely oblivious to the grief and indignation he felt just moments before when he killed his lover.
The little girl paused, unsure how to respond.
Song Yihuan had been staring blankly at her phone for a while before she finally snapped out of it.
Qian Yu's claim that the girl wasn't clever was purely a result of his own psychological imbalance. The girl assumed that Qian Yu and Qian Yu were a couple as soon as she saw Qian Yu get out of the passenger seat. How was she not clever?
Song Yihuan turned her head to look at the underground parking lot they were in. There were many corners here, and the lights were all motion-sensor lights, not the kind that were always on.
From any perspective, it's not very safe.
"It's too late, you should go home early." Song Yihuan pointed to the flowers in her bucket, "How much are the rest?"
The little girl's eyes lit up, and she immediately squatted down to count them. After counting, she said happily, "There are still twenty-six branches left. The cost is three yuan, and I'll sell them for ten yuan. Sister, I'll give you five yuan a branch, how about one hundred and thirty?"
Before Song Yihuan could speak, Chi Ran said, "Okay, I'll scan it for you."
The little girl deftly wrapped the flowers into a bouquet and was about to hand it out when her eyes suddenly lit up, and she asked even more cleverly, "Brother, who are you buying these for?"
Who is it for?
Song Yihuan turned to look at Chi Ran, and for a moment she heard the scream of the little person in her heart.
girlfriend.
Let's talk about girlfriends.
I'm only greedy for one last time.
I promise.
Song Yihuan held her breath, waiting for his answer—
"This is for my kind sister."
After speaking in a tone that sounded like he was teasing a child, Chi Ran took out his phone to scan the QR code.
He wasn't wearing headphones, and the announcement rang out in the empty parking lot.
"260... Confirm, confirm, confirm payment of 260..."
The little girl stared at him with wide eyes, gasped after looking at him, and then quickly covered her mouth.
After she finished covering it, she realized she was a little late and whispered, "Brother, I'm sorry, I didn't know... but you can just give me 130."
"That's a special discount for the kind lady, I'll just pay the original price."
Chi Ran swung open the folded hiking poles and waved to the little girl.
When Song Yihuan returned to the rented room, she had a moment when she felt like breaking down or screaming.
But in the end, she simply boiled a pot of water for herself and took the chemotherapy drugs she had missed.
It's a beautiful dream.
Not being greedy is a beautiful dream; being greedy is a nightmare.
Don't be greedy, we have rehearsal tomorrow.
"Don't take a breath between these two sentences, it's too disjointed."
Chi Ran placed her hand on the electronic keyboard, her fingertips dancing nimbly as she played the accompaniment again.
"Try again."
Song Yihuan took a breath, but missed the opening line and couldn't get into the song.
"One more time." Chi Ran said, playing two more notes, the notes leaping merrily from his fingertips, dancing nimbly.
“…Sorry, I’ll try again,” Song Yihuan said.
"good."
Chi Ran played the notes again, and at the moment when she was supposed to speak, she took the time to raise her hand and gesture: "Come in."
Song Yihuan spoke only after he reminded her, but she was still a beat too late.
“One last time,” she said. “I’m sure I can make it.”
Chi Ran haphazardly strummed the piano keys a couple of times, then instead of continuing to play, he raised his hand, turned around, and faced her.
"This is really the last time," Song Yihuan said quickly, thinking he was losing patience.
"Song Xiaofen," Chi Ran tilted his head slightly, "Speak."
Song Yihuan was stunned. "What did I say..."
"Speak like a human being," Chi Ran said.
"You're the one who doesn't speak human language!" Song Yihuan retorted instinctively.
Chi Ran approached her, his head bowed in a menacing manner, staring at her with his dim eyes.
He remained silent for a long time, looking down at her.
After a while, he let out a soft sigh.
"Song Xiaofen, your personality isn't suited to keeping secrets."
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