Volume 1 Chapter 4 A Head Full of Yellow Waste
"I didn't say that." Song Xi completely distanced himself from the issue.
Shang Fuyan: "It is still widely believed that the archaeology department is full of old-fashioned people."
Song Xi was surprised, "So you know everything."
The man turned his head and glanced at her. "I am a little old, but I am not blind or deaf, or I am isolated from information and don't know anything."
Song Xi smiled awkwardly when he heard this, "Sorry, I shouldn't have joked with you."
"I'm not blaming you, you're just stating the facts."
Song Xi felt relieved, and felt that being with him was not as oppressive as she had imagined. On the contrary, it was quite relaxing, and she could say whatever she thought without any scruples.
After all, he had been her professor, so he should be extremely tolerant of her.
While we were talking, we arrived at the residential area.
Song Xi took the initiative to point and said, "Professor Shang, just stop by the road ahead. I will walk back by myself."
"Yeah." The man slowly slowed down the car and stopped on the side of the road.
Song Xi had already unbuckled his seat belt and said to him, "Thank you for bringing me back."
"Teacher Song, you don't have to be so polite to me in the future."
Song Xi smiled and responded, "Okay, then go back slowly and send me a message when you get there."
"Yeah." The man nodded.
Song Xi waved to him, then turned and walked towards the community, always paying attention to the movements around him.
After she thought the car had gone quite far, she turned around and found that it was still there.
Through the lowered car window, Song Xi could clearly see the man's profile, which was extremely handsome.
Then, the car started slowly and drove away from the gate of Zijunyuan Community.
Song Xi withdrew his gaze and jogged back upstairs, his heart pounding.
Her home is on the eleventh floor, and when time is not urgent, Song Xi likes to climb the stairs.
When I arrived at the living room, I found that no one was at home, and there seemed to be some strange noises coming from it.
Song Xi walked forward a few steps and realized that the sound came from the master bedroom. Could it be that... he came back at the wrong time?
Not daring to think any further, Song Xi decided to go out for a walk a couple more times, which should be enough.
Just as he was about to go out, Song's father opened the door of the master bedroom and shouted to Song Xi's back: "Come back!"
Song Xi didn't dare to look back, fearing that the inappropriate scene would hurt his eyes, so he stood still.
"You just got home, where do you want to go now?" Song's father's deep and powerful voice came over.
He took a few steps towards his daughter, and Song Xi realized that things were a little different from what he had imagined. Could it be that he had misunderstood something?
"Xiao Xi, come here." Ms. Song's voice came from the room.
Song Xi did not doubt him and walked towards the master bedroom.
When he arrived at the room, Song Xi stopped abruptly and saw Ms. Song with a rosy face putting on her pajamas.
Song Xi turned his back, not daring to look directly at her, and said hesitantly, "Mom... why did you call me over here?"
"Why did you come back so early? Are you not satisfied with the man?"
"No complaints, he drove me back."
Mother Song patted the bed and said, "Come and sit down and talk slowly."
"Then you pack up and I'll go over."
Song's mother's eyes were filled with confusion. "What are you packing?"
There was no way Song Xi could say something like that directly, so he just turned around and humiliated himself.
Only then did I realize that there was a complete set of cupping sets at the end of the bed.
It turned out that I was really thinking the wrong thing, but Ms. Song’s scream just now was simply... I can’t describe it in detail.
Song's mother also understood at this time, and pretended to be angry and said: "Your head is full of yellow garbage."
Song Xi knew she was guilty, so she quickly stepped forward and massaged Ms. Song's shoulders and neck, "Mom, your daughter is here to serve you."
"No need, your father has already massaged me. Sit down, I have something to ask you."
Song Xi sat obediently on the edge of the bed and answered the three thousand questions from his mother.
"What do you think of that archaeology professor?"
"Mom, it turns out you already knew that he was doing this."
Song's mother glared at her daughter and said, "Not only do I know that he is a distinguished professor at Lanzhou University, I also know that he holds a high position in the Institute of Archaeology."
"Mom, why didn't you tell me earlier?"
"I just said a little bit and you're already upset. Who dares to tell you so much information? You'll see it sooner or later anyway. You have your own eyes, so see for yourself."
Song Xi has become accustomed to Ms. Song's rationality.
"Mom, there's something you may not know. Shang Fuyan was my professor during my freshman year. I took many of his classes."
I thought Song's mother would be surprised after hearing this, but I didn't expect her ability to accept it was extraordinary.
"That's good. We're getting to know each other better. I hope someone can help you cure your willful and spoiled behavior."
"Mom, why are you still scolding me? In what way is your daughter not good enough?" Song Xi turned to look at the middle-aged man who walked into the room, "Isn't that right, Dad?"
"What is it! Don't make your mother mad."
Seeing this, Song Xi immediately hugged Song Yun's neck like a spoiled child and shook her, saying, "Mom, please take care of my dad. He is going to act like Principal Song and criticize me again."
Song Yun helplessly held her forehead with her hand, "You two will be responsible for cooking tonight."
One of them happily agreed, while the other just lay down on the bed and was finally sent to the kitchen.
Song Xi can cook, but her cooking skills are not very good.
In a family of three, her cooking skills are the worst, but she can eat it. She definitely cannot demand everything to be delicious, and just one of them is the limit.
While Song Xi was busy in the kitchen, he did not hear the message alert.
By the time they found out, it was already after dinner.
Song Xi sent a cute animal emoticon, which means "hmm".
Not long after, the other party sent another message asking what he was busy with.
Song Xi: "Busy doing hard labor, feeling wronged/emoticon"
Shang Fuyan: "The landlords have all been overthrown, where did you do it?"
Song Xi: "At my house, my mom punished me and my dad to cook dinner, requiring two meat dishes, three vegetables, four dishes and one soup."
Shang Fuyan: "Next time you get punished, ask me to help you."
Song Xi: "It sounds like you can cook?"
Shang Fuyan: "It's edible and tastes good."
Song Xi sent him an emoticon of applause, and then told him that she was going to get ready to wash up.
I stayed up late last night, so I need to go to bed early tonight. Otherwise, I won't have enough energy and will easily become bald.
After the two chatted for a few sentences, the phone returned to silence.
Song Xi put on a facial mask while taking a bath. She closed her eyes and recalled what happened in the afternoon. It was incredible.
Who would have thought that the blind date would be the university professor whom I had a long-time crush on!
Shocking enough.
Song Xi originally wanted to post it on his Moments, but then he thought that Shang Fuyan would see it, so he posted his feelings on his Weibo account.
After less than three years of writing, I have more than 200,000 fans, which can be considered a kind of affirmation and achievement.
Song Xi has her own little treasury and is an invisible wealthy woman; her royalties are much higher than her salary.
This is also part of the reason why she insists on creating, it is more of a transmission of mood.
Even if at a certain moment, a certain word saves someone's mood or warms someone's heart, this is the meaning of creation.
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