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Song Yu immediately turned over in bed and sat up and started typing, [Does the information match what I have here? ]
[21-22 years old, was in a car accident as a teenager, male, over 180cm tall, a native of City B. All the information you wrote on your homepage matches.]
[The information you provided is too vague. I can't confirm whether it is the same person. If you have more information, we can verify it.]
The more information there was, the more it was about the sanatorium. Song Yu thought for a moment and asked, "Who is he to you?"
【friend. 】
Is that all? The person opposite her gave her an inexplicably reserved feeling, answering only one question at a time. Song Yu frowned, her excitement slowly fading. "Since the information matches, could you please give me your contact information? I can talk to him myself. Some details may only be known to me."
After I sent this message, it took a long time for the other party to reply, "What do you want from him? What is your relationship?"
[Nothing, I just wanted to return something to him.]
What?
"..." This person was so straightforward that Song Yu began to feel a little impatient. She already had a hunch that this person's friend was definitely not 305, but she didn't want to give up this possibility.
[It seems useless to tell you, right? Could you please give me your friend's contact information?]
[If we haven't confirmed that we are looking for the same person, we can't give it to you. 】
What on earth was this person trying to do? She logged out and clicked into the person's social media account. There was nothing there besides some basic information; it was a new account.
[How can I confirm this? You're not me.]
[You tell me some information, and I will verify it myself.]
"......" Is this guy crazy? Why does it feel like he's always trying to trick me? Looking at this person's bare homepage, Song Yu went back to read the chat history and felt more and more like a liar. [Why should I tell you, get lost, you liar]
After posting, Song Yu completely blocked this person from the social platform.
In a completely dark room, only a computer screen on a table emitted a cold, mechanical white light. A cell phone next to it emitted a faint glow, and on the phone was an unsent message: "I am not a liar."
The man sitting in front of the computer desk had a white light shining on his face, but his expression was like a ghost. He held a mobile phone in one hand and stared at the computer screen in front of him. The document on it was sliding quickly as he moved the mouse, and one photo of different men after another flashed on the screen.
If Song Yu was standing here at this moment and still remembered, she would find that these were all people she had dated.
The clear sound of mouse clicking continued to ring out, and one piece of information after another was quickly deleted. In the end, only three pieces of information with common features were left on the screen: they were between 21 and 24 years old, locals, had been in a car accident, and their heights were between 177 and 182.
The mouse clicked Save, but the man at the desk didn't make the next move. He closed and reopened the document, repeating this action more than ten times. Then, he lay on his back in the chair, a dazzling firelight flickering in the darkness. His slender fingers on the armrest held a cigarette that shone scarlet and emitted a thin white mist. He took a deep breath and then slowly exhaled the white mist. A barely audible sigh floated over the entire room, "Ha..."
"What are you doing? You're alone in the room without even turning on the light." Li Yu almost choked to death by the smell of cigarette smoke as he opened the door. He flicked on the light, quickly walked to the window and opened it for ventilation. Then he turned around, folded his arms, leaned against the window, and stared at him speechlessly, "Xu Qiao, what the hell is wrong with you again?"
His eyes were red, and he didn't smoke at all, but he was hiding here smoking quietly by himself?
What else did Li Yu not understand? He put out the cigarette in Xu Qiao's hand, dragged a stool and sat in front of him, "Tell me, what happened with Song Yu again?"
Xu Qiao covered his face with one arm and didn't speak for a long time.
Li Yu was not in a hurry. He started a game nearby. The game prompt sound kept ringing. Xu Qiao covered his face and said in a muffled voice: "Can you go out and play?"
"If you don't tell me, I won't go out."
Xu Qiao suddenly sat up, then lay down again, staring at him with a lifeless look.
"What happened? Is Song Yu dating a new boyfriend again?"
"No."
"So what?" Li Yu wondered, "You're so desperate."
Xu Qiao covered his face and spoke incoherently. Li Yu listened for a long time. "...Just for this? Did you know about it on the first day?"
"I say, you're not qualified to be jealous right now." Li Yu said while playing games, "You're so good at pretending to be sick and weak, aren't you? If you like her, go and fight for her. White Moonlight is shit. If you can succeed, then she's not White Moonlight anymore. If you don't fight for her, besides White Moonlight, you'll also have a Vermillion Mole. If you're still sulking by then, it's no use hanging yourself in front of Song Yu's gate."
Xu Qiao tilted his arms slightly to look at him.
Li Yu was speechless for a while, "Tsk... I didn't really ask you to hang yourself in front of Song Yu's door."
Xu Qiao covered his eyes again.
"I won't let her find them." After a while, Xu Qiao said, "No matter who they are, I won't let any of them show up."
Li Yu said without even looking up, "You're only starting to pursue me in your junior year. I really don't know what you were doing in the past two years."
Xu Qiao was silent for a while, "...At that time...I thought she was living a good life." He originally wanted to give up.
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Ever since she met Duan Qin that day, Song Yu would always go to the hospital to find her intentionally or unintentionally. In fact, she didn't want to do anything. She just wanted to wait for Duan Qin to get off work and then go to the bar with her for a drink, or just have a meal.
Perhaps because Duan Qin is a psychologist and because of her personality, Song Yu always feels comfortable when he is with her and speaks without any scruples.
Duan Qin also seemed to be enjoying it, and was obviously accepting the fact that Song Yu frequently contacted her very well.
That day, Song Yu ran to the hospital to find Duan Qin again. She looked at her watch and saw that Duan Qin still had 20 minutes left before she got off work. They had made an appointment to try a newly opened Sichuan restaurant nearby.
She arrived at the hospital, sat on a chair outside, and sent a message to Duan Qin to indicate that she had arrived. Duan Qin replied with an OK gesture.
Song Yu glanced at the information about the ongoing diagnosis in front of her clinic door, guessing there were still patients inside. She took a photo of the ongoing diagnosis and sent it to Duan Qin, "I'll wait for you here."
Today is a busy workday, and the hospital is bustling with people coming and going. In front of me, a crowd of people are rushing around in the air mixed with thick disinfectant, holding various white examination reports.
She was bored and clicked on the movie she hadn't finished watching. She put on one earphone in case she couldn't hear Duan Qin calling her when she got off work.
This is the psychotherapy center. There are fewer people here than in other departments and it is much quieter. She sits in the corridor and watches a movie with her head down. Her maximum field of vision is focused on the pairs of feet that keep passing in front of her.
She was not paying close attention to the movie, and her attention was often attracted by the people passing by. Most of the shoes were casual shoes, and occasionally there would be one or two pairs of high heels worn by girls. She was a little aesthetically fatigued, so when a pair of expensive-looking men's black patent leather shoes passed by, she perked up a little, but when she looked up, she only saw the back of a man in a white shirt and black trousers.
She looked away without interest and continued watching the movie.
There was a slight sound from the outpatient clinic in the corner of the corridor, and the shoes went in the opposite direction of Song Yu. A few minutes later, the shoes came back and stopped directly in front of Song Yu.
What is this person doing? Song Yu turned sideways in annoyance, trying to avoid it, but the next second someone called his name, "Song Yu?"
She was startled by the shout and then looked up, and her headphones were pulled off by her, "Senior?"
Fang Qingtong was handsome and his family was poor when he was in school, so he was often bullied by others. Song Yu ran into him once when he was leaving school. He was blocked in the alley and beaten. His schoolbag was stepped on and made dirty. The papers inside were torn into pieces and scattered into the stinky ditch. The pens were scattered all over the floor. He looked very miserable.
So the next day, he became Song Yu's boyfriend.
She was pretty and had good grades at that time, but her temper was extremely bad. She even took two months off halfway through her freshman year of high school. There were rumors that she had just been released from a mental hospital, and no one dared to mess with a mentally ill person. Fang Qingtong benefited from this title and had a smooth life in her senior year of high school, but in fact, the two of them rarely even saw each other.
Fang Qingtong sat down sideways and looked at her with an unexpected smile, "We haven't seen each other for a long time, how are you doing?"
Song Yu nodded, "What about you?"
Song Yu had never seen Fang Qingtong since graduation. He only heard that he had been admitted to a very good university and had a bright future. And seeing how he looked now, well-dressed and relaxed, it seemed that he had indeed achieved a bright future through his own efforts.
"I've been fine lately, but I just couldn't sleep. I came here to get some medicine today." Fang Qingtong waved the list in her hand at her, "What are you doing here?"
He tilted his head to glance at the sign of the Psychological Treatment Center hanging high next to him, a hint of worry on his face. "Are you sick?"
"No, I just came to see a friend of mine."
"That's good." Fang Qingtong smiled and said, "It's a good coincidence that we met. Can we have dinner together?"
"Ding" Song Yu was about to refuse when his cell phone rang. It was a message from Duan Qin, saying that she might not be able to finish her work for a while, and asked Song Yu to go eat first if she was hungry.
"What's wrong?" Fang Qingtong noticed Song Yu's obvious expression change, "Is your friend unable to come?"
"She was delayed by something."
Fang Qingtong tilted her head and gestured, "Shall we go?" Seeing that Song Yu didn't react, she smiled faintly again, "You've helped me so much, you can't even give me a chance to treat you to a meal? Let's go, I won't treat you to a street stall like before."
Now that things have come to this, Song Yu seems unable to refuse.
Sitting in a very stylish restaurant, watching Fang Qingtong skillfully ordering food, she felt that she was almost two different people from her impression. Song Yu couldn't help but sigh, "You seem to have changed a lot."
He tilted his head to glance at Song Yu with a hint of smile in his eyes, "You've changed a lot yourself, haven't you noticed?"
"Really?" Song Yu asked, "Where?"
Fang Qingtong shook her head, "I can't really put it into words. I just feel like she's calmer and more cheerful than before." She's no longer covered in spikes, wary of anyone approaching her like before.
"Everyone grows up, and so do I." She took a sip of water. "Are you working now? Or what are you doing?"
"I'm starting my own business now. I came across a good opportunity when I was in college. I teamed up with a few classmates. I didn't have money, so I contributed labor, and they contributed money when they had money. Now the scale is slowly expanding, and the business is doing well."
"Really?" Song Yu said, "It's good."
"Are you still studying? Are you a senior this year?"
"Junior year."
Fang Qingtong calculated, "Indeed, I am two years older than you. Have you thought about your plans after graduation?"
"What?" Song Yu said with a smile, "Do you want to be my life mentor and give me some spiritual counseling?"
Fang Qingtong also laughed, "Is it not possible?"
"You are so capable, why don't I come to you directly after graduation?" Song Yu joked.
"Then you have to think carefully. If you want to join me, you have to go to England."
"Huh?" Song Yu was stunned. "Why?"
"The company is expanding its business, and a major client we have been in contact with is interested in developing business in the UK. I will be stationed there all year round, and may rarely come back in the future." Fang Qingtong looked at Song Yu and said.
"Really?" Song Yu raised his glass towards him, "Then I wish you a safe journey."
"Thank you, but I will come back during my vacation." Fang Qingtong said, "Then we can go out for dinner together."
"Of course." Song Yu could still handle this type of polite talk.
Fang Qingtong's mouth stiffened for a moment, then quickly returned to normal.
Halfway through his meal, Fang Qingtong felt a chill down his spine, as if someone was staring at him from behind all the time. He turned his head, but there was nothing behind him. What was going on?
"Do you have any plans for later?" Fang Qingtong turned around and asked Song Yu.
"It seems not yet..."
"Ding-ling-ling" suddenly a wind blew open the beautiful wind chimes hanging at the restaurant door.
A sound of unhurried footsteps accompanied by the tinkling of wind chimes sounded at the door, and soon stopped beside their table.
Song Yu was stunned to see the person in front of him smiled faintly, but the smile did not show in his eyes, and his voice was low and a little cold.
"What a coincidence, can I share a table with you guys?"
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