Insomnia
Lan Lin saw Xie Yunchao holding a glass of wine and walking towards Rao Xin. The two stayed there for a while. It was unknown what Xie Yunchao said to exaggerate the situation, but the expression on Rao Xin's face suddenly became extremely angry. Then he seemed to say thank you to Xie Yunchao, put down the wine, and disappeared.
"Hey, what did you tell him?" Lan Lin asked. "Even if you knew, it's already happened. What's the point in telling him?" Lan Lin disagreed. "It's true that the store was closed for rectification due to fire safety violations. Maybe the customers here were just worried about the fire hazard and reported it."
Xie Yunchao disagreed. He turned around, put his cup on the bar, and turned his head to Lan Lin, saying, "But you don't know if there really is malicious competition from your peers. I'm just giving him a friendly reminder."
“…” Lan Lin rolled his eyes.
Not long after, Xie Yunchao touched her again and asked, "What has Song Yu been busy with recently?"
"It's none of your business. If you want to know, go ask yourself."
"Looking for someone?"
Lan Lin turned around with a fake smile on his face, "Yeah, I'm busy looking for someone else's white moonlight from many years ago, so of course I've forgotten about a friend like you."
"I am Song Yu's true friend, get out of here."
Xie Yunzhao stretched out his slender fingers and said, "Including this year, Song Yu and I have known each other for 7 years. May I ask you..."
"True friendship doesn't need to be measured by time." Lan Lin wasn't going to be easily defeated. She shook her finger at Xie Yunchao and said, "Only people like you would be so calculating."
"Then could you please, without being petty, clear up this confusion for me?" Xie Yunchao asked, "Who is the white moonlight Song Yu is talking about?"
Lan Lin was unmoved. "Today is my birthday. You really have the nerve to come here empty-handed. And you're still trying to trick me into saying something like that? No way."
Xie Yunchao raised his eyebrows, "Who said I came here empty-handed?"
Lan Lin spread his hands, "What about the gift?"
"In the car, I'll give it to you later, just tell me first."
"No."
In the end, Xie Yunchao resigned himself to his fate and went to get a gift for Lan Lin. Sure enough, Lan Lin became much more relaxed once he received the gift. "There was a boy I liked when we were in school. It seems that he has something with Song Yu and I need to return it to him. It's nothing, it feels quite normal."
"A boy you liked when you were in school?"
"Yeah, didn't you claim that you've known her for 7 or 8 years? You don't even know this, right?" Lan Lin asked deliberately.
"......" Xie Yunchao gritted his teeth and said, "I don't go to school with her every day, so it's normal for her not to know."
Lan Lin looked as if she knew you were not her true friend. Xie Yunchao turned his back speechlessly and ignored her.
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Not long after, Song Yu returned home and found the room pitch black. She rented a one-bedroom apartment near the school. The room was decorated in beige tones and every piece of furniture was carefully selected by her. This was the place she felt most felt like home.
She went into the house, changed into pajamas and took a shower. She dried her wet hair until it was barely wet and then stopped, letting the strands of hair fall over her shoulders. She walked to the coffee table in the living room and sat down. She turned on a small desk lamp on the table, and the warm yellow light instantly filled the entire room.
She rubbed her hair, opened her phone and took a look at the messages. Two hours ago, Xu Qiao sent her a message asking her to report safety after returning home, and she replied.
Lan Lin sent her a video of them having a great time at the event. She saw Xie Yunchao leaning on the sofa in the lower right corner of the video, casually raising a glass to her and saying, "Remember to message me back."
She exited the video, and the next message she received was from Xie Yunchao: [Why didn't you tell me that you and Song Qixing had a falling out?]
[I transferred some money to you, use it first.]
Song Yu glanced at the text message displayed above the message bar. Ten minutes ago, Xie Yunchao transferred 100,000 yuan to her bank card.
The reason why she didn't tell them was because she didn't want to make a big deal out of it. If she told her friends about these things seriously, they would definitely be more nervous and worried than she was.
Xie Yunchao had witnessed her poor family environment. Even when she was locked up in a nursing home, Song Yu did not ask him to find a way to save her. She did not want to involve him. Later, she learned that during the time when Xie Yunchao did not come to visit her, she was locked up at home and not allowed to go anywhere.
His family didn't like him very much. When she was first imprisoned, Xie Yunchao skipped classes every day and wandered around the sanatorium. He was just a child at the time and had no idea what to do in the face of the adults' cruel behavior. He could only watch over her every day to see if there was a chance to save her. As a result, he was discovered by his family and imprisoned for half a month.
Song Yu was very grateful to have such a friend, but this did not mean that she could accept the 100,000 yuan with peace of mind. She found out Xie Yunchao's bank card number and returned the 100,000 yuan intact.
[It's something I've already anticipated, so there's nothing much to say. You don't have to pay me, I have my own money.]
The next second after sending the message, Xie Yun called. She picked up the phone without much surprise and pressed the speakerphone button, "Hello."
Xie Yunchao's voice on the other end was a little soft, mixed with the sound of the wind. "Why are you transferring money to me again?"
Song Yu heard that he was very quiet and deliberately changed the subject, "You are not in the bar now? Is it over?"
"No." The lighter flicked and sparks flew, and he exhaled a puff of white smoke. "Come out and have a cigarette."
"Oh, what about Lan Lin? Is he drunk?" Song Yu continued to ask, "What about the others..."
"Song Yu." She heard Xie Yunchao laugh on the other end, "Don't change the subject."
"So, seeing the money I transferred to you, you're so moved that you're about to cry, right?" Xie Yunchao snorted, "If you're so moved, why are you giving it back to me? It's not much, and you're so reluctant to give it back to me."
"We've been friends for so many years, and you're still being distant with me? Isn't a friend supposed to help someone in need?"
Song Yu listened quietly and then smiled helplessly, "I received your kindness, but forget about the money, I really don't need it."
"Your card is suspended, where will you get the money?"
She picked up her phone, stood up from the ground and sat on the sofa. "I have always had the habit of saving money since I was a child. I have saved a lot, so you don't have to worry."
"If I really have no money, to be honest, I'm not a man of integrity. You don't have to wait for you to ask me, I'll come to you first. I'm adaptable anyway." The topic was too serious, so Song Yu made a joke.
Knowing what kind of person she was, Xie Yunchao didn't insist any more. "Okay then, this is actually a good opportunity. You can completely break away from them."
Song Yu was silent for a while. "I haven't thought about it yet. Let's see how the situation develops."
There was a brief silence on the phone. Xie Yunchao actually wanted to ask her about her white moonlight, but the words turned around on the tip of his tongue and he finally swallowed them. "Anyway, if you have any problems in the future, just come to me."
"I see. I will definitely talk to you about something." As friends for so many years, Song Yu certainly wouldn't be polite to him.
After hanging up the phone, the clock pointed to three in the morning. Song Yu threw back the quilt and lay down on the bed, but he had no desire to sleep at all.
She sat up from the bed and turned on the light. She took a stool from the living room and placed it next to the wardrobe. She stepped on the stool and stretched her arms to reach a large box that she had placed at the top of the wardrobe.
She had deliberately placed the thing very far back, and it was impossible to reach it even with a stool. It was like a restricted area in the entire room, and even she found it difficult to set foot in. She jumped off the stool and brought in another stool from the living room. She put the two stools together, and after trying for a long time, she finally took the box down.
It was covered with dust. Song Yu went to wash his hands and came back with a pack of wet wipes to wipe the dust off the surface of the box. The box itself was square and didn't look particularly big after he took it down.
After cleaning up, Song Yu put her fingers on the buckle to open the box, but quickly let go. She simply picked up the box and stuffed it deep into the closet. Looking at the lonely box hidden in the pile of clothes, she closed the closet, turned off the lights in the room, and went back to bed to fall asleep.
Ten minutes later, she opened her clear eyes, got out of bed, stepped lightly on the ground with her bare feet, opened the wardrobe, bent down, took out the box and placed it on the coffee table in the living room.
The living room was dark, with only a warm yellow light coming from the bedroom. Song Yu sat on the sofa with his arms crossed on his chest, staring at the box, looking as if he was fighting with the box.
"Forget it, so what even if I saw it."
She stood up and turned on the light in the living room, turned around and sat on the sofa, took a deep breath, put her finger on the buckle and gently picked it up, and the box opened.
She flipped over the lid of the box and took out the things inside one by one and placed them on the table. The things took up a lot of space on the table, and soon the whole coffee table was filled with things, which were photo frames one after another.
One time when she went back, she accidentally found these photo frames in the storage room. She brought them back without telling anyone, but put them away and only opened them occasionally. The last time she opened them was two years ago when she just went to college.
She picked up the largest one, which was a family portrait. She looked carefully at the family of three in the photo with smiles on their faces. The little girl covered her face with her hands, looking shy, and was held in the middle by her parents. The parents next to her had happy and bright smiles on their faces. The little girl was three years old at that time.
The second photo is of the whole family going camping together. Under a big green tree, the little girl in a pink dress was lying on the ground crying unwillingly. Her mother was squatting on the ground to comfort her, and her father was pointing at her and laughing. The little girl was five years old at that time.
The third photo shows a school performance. A little girl sits on stage, nervous and fearful, playing the piano. People applaud her below. In the lower right corner of the photo, there's a small message: "Xiaoyu is performing piano today. You're not at all stage-shy. Mom and Dad are so proud of you." The little girl was eight years old at the time.
The fourth photo, the fifth photo, the sixth photo...
Song Yu flipped through the pictures one by one, and after reading them, he put them away again.
She returned to bed and spent the rest of the night sleepless.
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