Chapter 52

After a night of tossing and turning, □□ gradually lost its effect, and the sleepiness was swept back by the warm air from the air conditioner.

The car was driving smoothly, and the humming sound of the engine was the best white noise in the world to help you sleep. Song Zhiyi yawned and raised his hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of his eyes.

It was not yet time to rest, but she rushed back to Yaskawa in the middle of the night, not just to find a different place to sleep.

After twisting his fingertips to remove the water stains, Song Zhiyi moved his neck slightly.

"Why don't you take a rest first?" Qi Nanfeng noticed her movements and said, "Do you want to have breakfast?"

Unfortunately we caught the morning rush hour and were stuck in traffic for a while.

"Forget it," Song Zhiyi said, "Auntie Lin should have prepared it at home."

It was a sunny day in Anchuan City today. Qi Nanfeng turned his head and looked over. The sunlight shone on the earring on his left ear, creating a colorful halo.

Song Zhiyi narrowed his eyes and asked suddenly, "Can you show it to me?"

Qi Nanfeng was stunned for a moment, then she raised her chin and said, "Your earrings."

"Of course." Qi Nanfeng laughed, raised his hand to take off the earring, and placed it in Song Zhiyi's open palm.

The palms of my hands were warmed by the warm wind, which made the coolness in my palms particularly obvious. Song Zhiyi twisted the earrings and stared at the blue diamonds inlaid on them like a trance.

Exactly the same.

"Why is there only one? Where is the other earring?" Song Zhiyi asked.

"It's not with me," Qi Nanfeng's eyes fell on the pearl earring on her earlobe, and then he restrained himself and looked away, "This was a thank-you gift from a little girl when I was a child. The other one should be with her, but unfortunately, we seem to have forgotten about it."

"All?" Song Zhiyi asked subconsciously.

"..." Qi Nanfeng was stunned for a moment, and his smile grew a little bigger, "So maybe she didn't forget?"

"How should I know?" Song Zhiyi muttered, returning the earring. "Besides, don't you still remember it?"

"That's true," Qi Nanfeng put on the earring, "but I just remembered that it's been less than a year. I wear this earring because I want her to recognize me after I find her."

Song Zhiyi raised an eyebrow, "Is it useful?"

"I originally thought it was useless," Qi Nanfeng stared straight at her dark pupils with his eyes narrowed, "but it seems that the little girl did not lie to me. This is indeed between us..."

Qi Nanfeng paused as he spoke, as if recalling something. After a moment, he said firmly, "A token of love."

Song Zhiyi's eyelashes fluttered, and she avoided his gaze, lowered her head and followed the hem of her clothes, and asked, "So you returned to China just to find someone? Just for a stranger you met when you were a child?"

Qi Nanfeng gradually became serious and replied, "To be honest, I think if I just admit this answer, it might win me more favor, but it's really a bit hypocritical."

Song Zhiyi tightened his fingers, turned his head towards the car window, and squeezed out a "hmm" from the tip of his nose. He thought, only a fool would believe that someone would go to so much trouble for a stranger.

"However," Qi Nanfeng changed the subject, "One of the main reasons why I returned to China was to find someone, or to find an answer.

"I used to have a dream frequently. In the dream, my life was completely different from the present. The dream was so real that I could hardly tell the difference between the dream and reality. In order to get rid of this strange dream, I chose to look for the person in the dream."

Song Zhiyi asked: "That little girl?"

"No, I should say it was a little girl who grew up. In that dream, she and I became friends, and our friendship..." Qi Nanfeng was vague, "has continued."

Unexpectedly, Song Zhiyi turned his head away in surprise and asked curiously, "Have you ever thought that it was something like an evil spirit telling you in a dream?"

"I have thought about it," Qi Nanfeng answered seriously, "but foreign pastors told me that there is no cross-border dream service for the deceased."

"..." Song Zhiyi raised his lip, then quickly lowered it, making a nonchalant expression, "So, have you found that person?"

"I think so."

“…”

What are you all talking about?

Assistant Xiao Qi was sitting in the passenger seat. He looked back and saw two people with top looks, one with his head down picking up clothes and the other smiling like a peacock with its tail spread out.

Xiao Qi turned his head and stared at the traffic jam ahead in disbelief.

In just one hour, he was shocked three times.

One is that Qi Nanfeng took off his clothes and put them on the other person. You have to know that this person has a slight mysophobia. He has followed Qi Nanfeng for more than half a year and did not dare to touch his clothes casually.

Second, he actually took off his precious earrings that were as big as his eyeballs and showed them to others! Not only did he not need to wear gloves! He even did not need to disinfect the earrings!

Third, Qi Nanfeng is now smiling as if he doesn’t care about money.

Being in the circle and with that kind of face, Qi Nanfeng has lost count of how many people have expressed their affection for him. Qi Nanfeng usually responds with a cold face. If there is someone who doesn't know the limits, he will just turn his face away and walk away.

When this happened for the first time, Xiao Qi had to bow and scrape to clean up the mess. But after more experiences, Qi Nanfeng was still fine, and he slowly came to his senses - there was definitely some backstage behind this by Qi Nanfeng.

So Xiao Qi stopped trying to coax those people, but the situation was different this time. It was the first time that Qi Nanfeng spread his peacock tail, and he did it on his own initiative!

Outsiders might not be able to notice it, they might just think he smiled more, but he is a top assistant, it’s hard to tell that he has worked in vain for the past six months.

For example, Qi Nanfeng usually stands or sits in a sloppy manner. Now his back is straightened. Even if he wears a brace for ten years, it may not have this effect. And the shirt buttons, which used to be buttoned to the top, were unbuttoned today without knowing when! Two!

Now that the conclusion is clear, his boss is radiating charm, so here comes the question…

Xiaoqi unlocked his phone and stared at the chat box with a sad face.

Artists who have signs of falling in love must report it, but the company has Qi Nanfeng's backing, and his salary is paid by Qi Nanfeng. For the sake of his work...

Xiao Qi gritted his teeth and put the locked screen of his phone into his pocket——

He saw and heard nothing today!

*

No conversation along the way.

The main reason was that Song Zhiyi was pretending to be dead. Qi Nanfeng saw her evasion and did not try anything else.

The traffic was so congested that the half-hour drive lasted almost an hour. Aunt Lin was getting anxious. After cooking, she sat by the window and watched the vehicles outside. When she saw an unfamiliar car stop outside the door, she hurried out.

On the other side, Song Zhiyi got out of the car and politely thanked and said goodbye to Qi Nanfeng. The car started, Song Zhiyi raised her hand to open the door, but her eyes fell on a strange sleeve and she was startled again.

Oh, I forgot to return the clothes.

"Xiaoyi, why did you come back so late? You scared me to death."

Aunt Lin ran out, opened the gate, and nervously grabbed her arm and looked her up and down.

"There's a bit of a traffic jam on the road," Song Zhiyi glanced at the tail of the car disappearing on the side of the road, and could only regretfully give up the idea of ​​calling the person down to return the clothes, and said half coquettishly, "Auntie Lin, I'm so hungry, is breakfast ready?"

"Okay, okay, I've prepared it for you a long time ago. Come in quickly. The ginger soup you mentioned is warming in the pot. Drink it while it's hot... Hey? Is this clothes of yours Xiaoyu's? How come I've never seen it before?"

“…”

"Xiaoyi?"

Ginger soup...

Song Zhiyi stared at the familiar door in front of her with her eyes wide open. She forgot to tell Auntie Lin not to make ginger soup. God knows, in her mind, this thing is second only to taking medicine. If she wasn't afraid that she would really catch a cold and be forced to take medicine, she wouldn't have asked Auntie Lin to make ginger soup. As a result, Qi Nanfeng appeared from the sky, and she was frozen for such a short time, so why would she need ginger soup!

But it's too late to say anything now. Song Zhiyi sighed and walked into the courtyard with a fearless attitude.

——

After quickly eating a few mouthfuls of rice to fill her stomach, Song Zhiyi took her old, fully charged cell phone and quickly went to the study.

The phone was a model from five or six years ago. Aunt Lin cleaned it carefully and charged it. Song Zhiyi long-pressed the power button and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the familiar icon light up on the screen.

Still usable.

I picked up my current phone and saw that the person on the top of the chat box with the note "Mom" still hadn't sent any messages.

Song Zhiyi pursed her lips, put down her phone and turned on her computer.

It was not known whether her parents had not seen the message or did not want to reply, and they did not respond to her inquiries at all. But it did not matter, as she was someone who did not like to clear chat history, she could check it herself.

The old phone had not been used for a long time and was noticeably laggy when logging in. Song Zhiyi waited patiently for it to load and update, clicked into the chat box with her father, and selected a date to inquire.

April 1, XX...found it.

Song Zhiyi rarely chatted with her father on WeChat, so it didn't take her much time to find out the whole story and specific time when Liu Shunan was critically ill six and a half years ago.

We don’t know when he fell ill, but we know clearly that he recovered on the evening of April 7th.

The time when Song Zhiyu originally committed suicide by jumping off a building is almost the same as that in the character card book.

Seven whole years.

Song Zhiyi didn't believe that the time was just a coincidence.

Knock knock——

There was a knock on the door. Song Zhiyi came back to his senses and stood up to open the door.

Aunt Lin was standing outside the door, and said apologetically, "Is your breakfast not to your liking? I saw that you didn't eat much, so I made a yogurt bowl. Eat at least a little."

"Meow--"

Qiuqiu shouted in a long voice and rubbed herself between Song Zhiyi's legs.

"Oh, when did it follow us?" Aunt Lin handed the yogurt bowl to Song Zhiyi and pretended to hold the cat. Qiuqiu noticed her movement and slipped into the house. "Really? I'll go catch it. Don't let it affect your work."

"It's okay, no problem." Song Zhiyi lowered his eyes and looked at the yogurt piled with ingredients in his hand, and asked suddenly, "Aunt Lin, where did you go when you went abroad a few days ago?"

This happened before she fell into a coma. At that time, it was her parents who took the initiative to ask Aunt Lin to go abroad with her sisters, saying that she had worked in the Song family for so many years and it was time for her to have some fun. They also paid for their air tickets and hotel expenses. At that time, Song Zhiyi and her brother didn't think there was anything wrong. Now, when they think about it again, they always feel that her parents' purpose is not so simple.

"I went to several places in East Asia..."

Aunt Lin was happy when she mentioned this, her eyes sparkled, and she recounted every place she had been to. Song Zhiyi listened quietly, standing and taking a sip from the yogurt bowl, and said casually: "Come to think of it, my parents were also abroad at that time, didn't you meet them?"

"How could I not see him..." Aunt Lin blurted out, and a trace of regret quickly rose in her eyes. She tried to make up for it by saying, "I really didn't see him."

I knew there was a problem.

Song Zhiyi raised her eyebrows and pretended to be angry: "Are you treating me like a child? My hearing is very good. Did your parents not allow you to tell them? What are they doing outside? Wow, are they hiding the fact that Xiaoyu and I are having a second child? I knew there must be something wrong when they went out traveling for such a long time and didn't come back!

"I'm going to buy a plane ticket and catch them now!"

"No, no, no, that's not true!" This string of words was like a machine gun, without any room for interruption. Aunt Lin was stunned. For a moment, the only thing in her mind was resistance. "Mr. Song just asked me to send some of your childhood clothes over?"

"Clothes? Why would parents want our childhood clothes?"

"They said we should send it to a Buddhist temple to pray for blessings, and it seems to be quite effective." Now that things have come to this, there is no point in hiding it. Anyway, Mr. Song just said not to bring it up, but he didn't say we must keep it a secret. After hesitating for a moment, Aunt Lin continued, "I just took two of your childhood clothes and sent them over."

Pray for...

Song Zhiyi's eyes darkened and he asked, "Do you know when my parents pray?"

"It should be two or three days after I fly to Zhu. Let me check my Moments." Aunt Lin took out her cell phone, turned to the Moments she had seen when the plane landed, and turned the screen towards Song Zhiyi.

“…”

“…”

After closing the study door, Song Zhiyi leaned against the cold door and let out a long breath.

The time Aunt Lin mentioned was almost the same as the time when she suddenly fainted in the country.

headache--

Song Zhiyi rubbed his temples, picked up the cat that ran over to rub his legs and flipped over his belly to act coquettishly, and walked to the desk.

By this point it was obvious that her parents knew something that she didn't, and they didn't want to tell her.

"Humph." But she is not someone who can be fooled easily.

Song Zhiyi snorted coldly, picked up his phone, swiped the screen, clicked on the chat box with his mother, typed a line of words and hit send.

【I suddenly felt that Grandpa Liu was quite pitiful. He had changed his personality in his old age and still wanted to recognize Sister Miaomiao. It was heartbreaking to see him at such an old age. Grandpa Liu was the only direct ancestor left for Xiaoyu and I. We should stop being so awkward with him, right? I decided to take Xiaoyu and Sister Miaomiao to visit Grandpa at his old house next week.】

After sending the message, Song Zhiyi read it with satisfaction, then turned off the ringer, threw the phone on the table, folded his hands on his chest and looked at it coldly.

Pretending not to see it, right? It would be best if she could keep pretending.