Chapter 70 10.01/It was she who brought him out of Utopia...
Chu Song originally wanted to ask him why he followed her secretly, but he asked her this question first, and she was stunned.
She had just been studying child psychology diligently, and now she has found another one, and this and that.
And why was he standing at her door with the dog? She hadn't questioned him yet.
Two seconds after Fan Tingnian finished asking the question, he restrained his expression. Wan Ting said that one should not be too aggressive, nor should one do things too extreme.
He stood up straight, his voice flat, looking at her: "Why did you find another one? Did you just go out on a date and he gave you a ride back?"
Chu Song was puzzled: "What are you talking about?"
"The man downstairs just now," he paused, glanced at her hair, and reminded her, "he also helped you pick up the leaves on your head."
Chu Song remembered: "That's my brother! He's only sixteen!"
"Sixteen won't work either." The man's focus was completely wrong.
Chu Song didn't want to talk to him anymore, so why would she care about him?
She pointed at the dog beside him: "Why are you here with the dog, are you..."
The black windbreaker made his figure appear even taller. His expression remained unchanged as he stared at her and replied, "Yes, I live in the room diagonally across from you. You said you couldn't let me live downstairs, upstairs, or across from you, so that room wasn't included in this."
“…”
The man continued to stare at her. “If you’re angry now, it’s wrong because I haven’t violated anything you said.”
"And I'm a little unhappy right now," he said, his expression still cold, tilting his head slightly to look at her. "Even your brother can't touch you. Why can he touch you? I haven't touched you in a long time."
Why would you say something like that so bluntly in the hallway?
Chu Song was dumbfounded: "No! This is incomprehensible!"
The two finally parted on bad terms. Fan Tingnian was unhappy, and Chu Song was even more confused. After she came back with the envelope of 50,000 yuan, she figured it out and became a little angry.
She called Wen Yao and paced back and forth in her small study.
"Why is he angry?"
"I'm not angry yet. He's the one who can't figure it out. Chu Xiangwei is my brother."
"And I said the room across the street can't be lived in, but does that mean the one diagonally across the street doesn't count?"
"He also brought a dog with him. Why does he have a dog? Does he want to let the dog bite me if we have a disagreement?"
......
Chu Song was so angry that he spoke without thinking, and Wen Yao suddenly laughed.
She lay on the sofa, her usually clear voice softened: "Songsong, you like him very much, right?"
Chu Song's complaints were suddenly cut off.
Wen Yao rolled over and lay flat on her back, pressing the mask on her face. She looked at the ceiling, "Maybe you haven't noticed, but you've always been a very emotional person. After graduating from junior high and high school, you rarely contacted your former classmates. You're not keen on meeting up with people you know well, and you rarely worry about anyone."
"But after you came back from Milan, you mentioned him quite often. You were thinking about him, and..." Wen Yao paused for two seconds and smiled, "I really miss being with him."
Chu Song knew about it, but someone suddenly pointed it out to her. Her scalp felt numb and she was speechless for a moment. She lowered her eyes to look at the tip of her slippers and sat down on the sofa.
The room was quiet. Wen Yao's voice was soft and slow as it fell from the receiver. "Actually, you two are quite suitable. Because of your family, you need a strong relationship. I think Fan Tingnian is just like that."
"He'll keep telling you 'I love you,' 'I like you,' 'I really like you,' even when you're feeling uneasy, hesitant, and wavering," Wen Yao said slowly. "You're a bit like a barrel in terms of relationships: it looks intact, but it's actually tattered and a stave will fall off if you poke it."
"But Fan Tingnian seems to be able to complete you. He's like someone who can use a small hammer to nail the planks you've fallen off one by one."
"And it seems that he never gets tired. He is like a machine. He will make up for what you lack. He will make up for what you lack." Wen Yao laughed when she said this.
She didn't hear any echo from the receiver, wondering if the call was disconnected: "Hello, Songsong? Are you listening?"
The room was so quiet that Wen Yao's words seemed to echo through the receiver.
Chu Song licked her lips lightly, her eyelids half drooped, and her voice was soft: "I'm listening."
Wen Yao breathed a sigh of relief: "I thought you thought I was talking too much and didn't want to listen anymore."
"No, I'm listening to you."
There was silence on the receiver for a while. Wen Yao was unsure of Chu Song's thoughts. After thinking for a moment, she changed the subject and said, "Isn't tomorrow Sunday? Should we make another appointment?"
"Um?"
"You're in a bad mood because of something going on at home, and it's even more boring staying home. Let's go out and get together," Wen Yao said as she sat up and flipped through the competition group Chu Song had previously added. "Wang Ran and the others are on vacation now, and they want to see you too. They told me two weeks ago."
Everyone in the competition group has been in contact online, and we have also said earlier that we would like to get together offline if we have time.
"How about tomorrow?" Wen Yao rummaged through her phone, searching for the store's business information and asking for her opinion. "It just so happens that there's a bar that just opened at the intersection of your neighborhood. It's quite famous. Wang Ran just said he wanted to go a couple of days ago."
Chu Song gathered his thoughts and agreed, "Sure."
We really need to meet offline, chat, and prepare for the next competition.
Before hanging up the phone, Wen Yao carefully asked again, "What are you going to do about your relationship with Mr. Fan?"
Chu Song thought for a moment and stood up from the sofa: "After meeting Wang Ran tomorrow, I'll talk to him again..."
Wen Yao agreed: "Okay."
Duan Linsheng was busy with work and had originally planned to come over, but was asked by his boss to work overtime just before leaving at noon and was unable to come. The only ones who came to the party were Wang Ran, Wang Ran's roommate Lin Qingqin, Wen Yao, and another junior in the competition group.
Chu Song put the envelope that Chu Xiangwei sent yesterday in the drawer of the study, planning to find time to give it to Fan Tingnian later.
Although he is very rich, he cannot spend money carelessly. What he owes must be returned.
At four o'clock in the afternoon, Chu Song packed up her things and went to the agreed bar. When she arrived, the other people had already arrived.
Wen Yao is always punctual and arrived the earliest. She had already made an appointment with the staff here for a booth in advance.
Because she was out having fun, Wen Yao curled her hair. She walked out of the stairs of the bar while holding her cell phone and contacting the staff she had just communicated with.
Seeing Chu Song raised his hand: "You are finally here, you are the slowest."
Chu Song raised her wrist to check her watch. When she came out, she didn't know why she thought of Fan Tingnian again. It took her some time to organize the books and the envelope on the desk in the study, so she was late.
But she was used to doing everything in advance, so it wasn't too late for her to leave, and she was only two minutes late.
She shrugged lightly, took two steps forward, and apologized to Wen Yao and the others: "I'll buy you the drinks later."
Wen Yao came over and put an arm around her neck: "Don't treat me, I just got a bonus yesterday, this meal is on me."
Wen Yao finished speaking, tilted her head, pressed her lips to Chu Song's ear, and whispered softly and caringly: "You are in a bad mood, sister will treat you to a drink. I hope our baby will be happy every day."
She deliberately said it in an exaggerated and corny way, and Chu Song was amused by her.
This is a newly opened internet-famous store. Although it has been open for more than a month, there are still many people here. Today is the weekend, and there is a specially invited band to perform, so there are even more people.
Chu Song really wasn't interested in this kind of place, but as Wen Yao said, she came here to relax, so she simply ordered whatever everyone else ordered and drank a little less.
Wang Ran and Lin Qingqin were also going to graduate in half a year. While talking, they asked Chu Song some questions about internships. Chu Song answered them one by one and recommended some companies and positions to them.
Lin Qingqin sighed, "If I had known, I should have started studying hard in my junior year. Now that the postgraduate entrance examination papers are so difficult, I probably won't have a chance this time."
Chu Song put down the cup and asked, "Do you want to study for a master's degree at this school?"
The worry on Lin Qingqin's face became more obvious. "No, I originally wanted to go to work directly after graduation, but the working environment is too bad now. I haven't found a suitable job during the autumn recruitment. After thinking about it, I think it would be better to study for another two years. But I didn't review well before, so it's definitely too late now."
Chu Song nodded to show that he understood.
They ate and drank and chatted until eight o'clock in the evening. Chu Song went to the bathroom and heard people talking in the corridor when he came out.
"Fuck, there's an incident in the neighborhood up ahead. Someone got stabbed. Fuck."
"What what?"
"In that neighborhood up ahead, it seems like there was an argument, and one of them was deliberately looking for trouble, probably revenge, so he stabbed several people with a knife," he said, showing the photos on his phone to the people next to him. "Look, there are only ambulances."
"Oh my god."
......
The two men didn't mention the name of the community, but Chu Song lived not far from here, so he had a bad feeling. He frowned, paused, and took out his cell phone from his pocket.
This was not a big deal, but the community group was already in an uproar.
There are four or five hundred messages in the owners’ group, and it’s impossible to read them all.
[I saw it, it was all blood.]
[The person has been taken away.]
[It's so scary. Don't go out. This is just a case of someone being taken away. It's still scary when I think about it now.]
[How many did you stab?]
[About seven or eight.]
[It seems he said it was because he had dogs, and they were walking on the street without bothering him, but he didn't know why he was dissatisfied, so he took out a knife and injured several people.]
[This person is sick.]
[He's already sick and has an antisocial personality.]
[The economic environment is bad now, everyone is going crazy, some are jumping off buildings, some are stabbing others]
[Which building had the accident?]
[Building 3, as mentioned before, it is Building 3.]
......
When Chu Song saw the last one, her head exploded. She lived in Building 3.
She supported herself on the table with one hand and flipped through the photos with trembling fingers. At the beginning, there was a picture, but it was far away and blurry, and could not be seen clearly. She could only vaguely see that it was in the square under the third building, and there were many people gathered.
After that, I guess the police blocked the news and prohibited taking pictures of the scene, so no one posted them anymore.
Her head was dizzy and she ran out of the bathroom in a panic. She found the booth she had just been sitting in, bent down and started packing her things with her bag.
Wen Yao was originally talking to Wang Ran. Seeing that she was so flustered that she couldn't even hold her bag, she reached out and grabbed her arm: "What's wrong? Why do you feel like something happened when you went to the bathroom?"
Chu Song's head was still dizzy, and his hands holding the bag were shaking. He even stuttered anxiously when he spoke, "I need to go back. There was an incident in our neighborhood. Someone... someone injured several people with a knife. It's in our building."
After hearing these two sentences, Wen Yao and Wang Ran both stood up.
Wen Yao took two steps out of the booth and walked over to her: "Don't be impatient, tell me what's going on slowly."
"I don't know," Chu Song's eyes were wet. "They said the man has been arrested. I want to go back and take a look. Fan Tingnian just keeps dogs. He knows nothing and easily gets into arguments with others. He came to North City because of me..."
Chu Song babbled, "He really doesn't understand anything."
It was because of her that he left his utopia.
Wan Ting was right, it was she who brought him out.
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The author has something to say: Song Song: Where is my husband [burst into tears]
A certain Fan is playing with his dog on the roadside [dog head]
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