Song Qiqi got in a taxi and cried all the way to Han Zemu's home.
In the car, the driver looked up at the rearview mirror from time to time and shook his head silently.
He felt that the little girl must be trapped in love.
Finally, he couldn't help but comfort her, "Little girl, you're still young. Love at this stage is indeed beautiful, but you don't need to spend too much time on men. There's no need to hang yourself on a tree. Look into the distance, there are more people who are worthy of you waiting for you. When you grow up, you will realize how childish and ridiculous your crying is now."
Song Qiqi was already feeling uncomfortable, and although the driver was kind enough to try to give her advice, his speechless stereotype made her feel even worse.
"Uncle! Are you kidding me? You didn't even ask me why I was crying, and you said I was crying for a man? What's so good about crying for a man?"
"My sister is in the hospital and has become a vegetable. I actually complained that she went on a trip again after just coming back one night. Woohoo, damn me! Third sister!"
Song Qiqi cried even harder.
The driver opened his mouth wide and scratched his head in regret.
He heard loud crying in the car, and he didn't know how to comfort her, fearing that he would say something wrong with his clumsy mouth.
It was not until Song Qiqi got out of the car that the uncle said sorry seriously.
You can see that he feels guilty.
Perhaps, the uncle would be woken up by himself when he was sleeping at night.
Song Qiqi followed the address and came to a relatively remote villa.
This is the villa where Han Zemu lives.
“Ding-ling-ling——”
She rang the doorbell.
Looking from the outside of the villa, white ins-style curtains are drawn on each window, which is both beautiful and ensures privacy.
There was no movement at the door.
Song Qiqi felt a surge of anger in her chest.
A girl who is angry is not as rational as usual.
She sent a voice message to curse Han Zemu.
She scolded him for not going to school, causing her to travel a long distance to see him in the middle of the day, and she ran into her eldest sister going to the hospital and discovering that her third sister was in a vegetative state.
She angrily and childishly pushed the matter onto Han Zemu.
Song Qiqi knew that her excuse was untenable, but with her head in a mess, she wanted to find an outlet to vent her anger, but she said the most hurtful words to someone she approved of.
Not long after the voice message was sent, Han Zemu opened the door.
Han Zemu was dressed casually at home, in a white top and light-colored sweatpants. His hair was still golden and his face was as handsome as ever.
But the darkness under his eyes showed that he had not slept well in the past few days.
He saw Song Qiqi wearing her school uniform plaid skirt, standing at the door, her eyes and nose red from crying.
There was heartache in Han Zemu's eyes.
"sorry."
Upon hearing this, Song Qiqi raised her head and burst into tears.
These emotions are complicated.
She was upset about the fact that her third sister had become a vegetable, angry at Han Zemu's tolerance of her outspokenness, and hated herself for venting these emotions on him.
Seeing her like this, Han Zemu felt helpless and distressed.
He stood there, not knowing how to comfort her.
He stretched out his hand, his slender fingers were stained with color, and this action made the emotionally broken Song Qiqi unable to bear it anymore, and she rushed up and hugged him.
Han Zemu's embrace was warm and broad.
She cried peacefully in his arms.
Han Zemu's hand paused in the air, and then he hugged her.
The orchid fragrance on Song Qiqi made him both fascinated and calm.
"Have you had lunch?" His voice was clear and gentle.
Song Qiqi shook her head and her crying became much softer than before.
"I'll make one for you."
Han Zemu grabbed her shoulders and pulled her out of his arms, "I have carrots at home, I'll give you some nutrition."
Song Qiqi chuckled and blew a snot bubble.
The atmosphere suddenly became subtle.
Han Zemu pursed his lips and pretended not to see it, giving Song Qiqi face. Song Qiqi's ears turned red and she didn't dare to look at him.
Seeing Han Zemu heading towards the open kitchen, Song Qiqi wiped away her tears and looked around at the decoration of the villa.
The large living room is neat and simple, with an off-white sofa and a huge TV. There are colorful paintings on the wall, which are out of tune with the overall decoration style.
Song Qiqi was very curious about this place. With her red eyes, she looked at every painting carefully.
"Where's your studio?"
Han Zemu paused, "I only have one bedroom, the rest are studios."
Song Qiqi understood, "Can I go and take a look?"
"I'm tidying it up recently. The studio is a mess." Han Zemu declined politely.
Song Qiqi pursed her lips and went to the kitchen.
"Why didn't you go to school? I know it wasn't because you were going to be home painting."
She stared at Han Zemu, observing his every move and expression.
Han Zemu skillfully prepared Western food and said calmly, "That's the reason."
Song Qiqi was angry, her chest felt heavy, and she put on a stubborn face, "No."
At this time, her emotions came up again.
"yes."
"No!" Song Qiqi pulled his hand to stop him from pretending to be busy.
They all knew that the two were not arguing about this matter, but were engaging in an emotional confrontation.
Song Qiqi has temporarily calmed down, but that doesn't mean everything is fine.
She was just trying to control her collapsing emotions, but she could also get angry at the slightest provocation.
As for Han Zemu, he just wanted to digest the emotions brought about by those bad things over time.
Song Qiqi continued to press her aggressively, "Speak up! I came here to enlighten you. What will it be like if I return empty-handed?!"
She had to find another way to distract herself.
Some sense of accomplishment is also needed to offset those emotions.
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