Chapter 59 End of the text

The car slowly drove away from the city, leaving the tall buildings behind. Half an hour later, it stopped steadily on a wilderness trail.

"Is grandma buried here?" Song Zhiyi looked at the mountain in front of him, which looked a little bald due to the withering of grass and trees, and long-lost memories gradually came back to him.

More than ten years ago, she was abducted here by people sent by Master Zhao and the Liu family. Because of her young age, she had no power to resist, but she was also looked down upon because of her young age, which gave her the opportunity to escape.

In order to survive, Song Zhiyi plunged into the mountains. The mountain roads were complicated and she couldn't tell the direction. Fortunately, the kidnappers were not familiar with the local environment, so she got some respite. She also accidentally met Qi Nanfeng who was picking fruits in the mountains.

Qi Nanfeng took her to hide in the vast mountains and forests, but they were small and slow, and before they could get out of the deep mountains, they encountered kidnappers.

How could two young children fight against the big and strong kidnappers? Even if they tried their best to resist, it was useless. Song Zhiyi was taken away again, and Qi Nanfeng was kicked in the stomach by the kidnappers and fainted from the pain.

Fortunately, the previous maneuvers bought her a chance to survive. Time was running out, and the kidnapper threw Song Zhiyi into the water according to Master Zhao's instructions. Before he could confirm whether she was dead or not, sirens sounded in the distance, and he could only leave in a hurry.

Song Zhiyi struggled to float in the water, and was washed downstream by the turbulent river. Then he was pulled out by a pair of pale and strong hands. The owner of the hands was an old woman with silver hair, dressed simply. Her long hair was tied behind her head with a bamboo hairpin, reflecting a faint light in the sun.

The old woman did not leave her name, but took a small piece of her hair and left. It was not until more than ten years later that Song Zhiyi found out that she was Zhao Yushu.

According to Jin Qiu, she has always been the "sacrifice" that Master Zhao wanted most. If Zhao Yushu had not done something to her to protect her fate, she would probably have been the protagonist of the strange "Raising a Canary".

Thinking of this, Song Zhiyi couldn't help but feel a chill.

It was only after talking with Jin Qiu that Song Zhiyi realized that the loss of that memory was not due to anything Master Zhao did, but was due to Zhao Yushu's protection of her, and Qi Nanfeng was one of the intermediaries.

The past is fleeting and passes by in a flash.

Song Zhiyi returned to his thoughts and looked at the barren mountain in front of him. He said, "I don't know much about this, but aren't Feng Shui treasured sites usually on the top or side of a mountain? Why did the old lady let someone bury her at the foot of the mountain?"

"I've heard about this from my third uncle," Qi Nanfeng identified the direction and led the way for Song Zhiyu, "It is said that grandma chose to be buried here because this is where she was born, for the purpose of suppressing the resentment, and also..." to atone for her brother's sins.

Suppression, the birthplace of Zhao Yushu, is of course also the hometown of Master Zhao, whose real name is Zhao Yumi. The only one who can suppress it is the evil Master Zhao.

"Anything else?" Song Zhiyi asked.

"Nothing," Qi Nanfeng paused, "We're here."

There was only a small mound of earth on the wasteland, with a simple stone tablet standing on it, with five large characters "Zhao Yushu's Tomb" inscribed on it. The stone tablet was wiped clean, with scattered paper ashes everywhere, and it was not difficult to tell that someone had just offered sacrifices to her.

"Third uncle should have been here," Qi Nanfeng said, "It was grandma's memorial day a few days ago."

Although he called him Third Uncle, he and Qi Nanfeng were only distantly related. He only learned about this relationship by chance when he was looking for Zhao Yushu's whereabouts. It was said that Third Uncle was saved by Zhao Yushu when he was a child, so he always regarded Zhao Yushu as his elder and often came to pay homage to him.

"I didn't make it to the anniversary," Song Zhiyi sighed, leaning down to place the offerings one by one, "But it doesn't matter. I didn't know this benefactor existed for so many years, and I don't have the face to come and bother him on his anniversary."

"I don't think grandma would mind." The grave was clean, but there was still a lot of dead grass on the ground around it. Qi Nanfeng bent down and pulled out a fire-proof isolation belt.

Red flames rose up, and when the wind blew, the ashes swirled on the ground and then dispersed. Song Zhiyi stared at the flames and opened his mouth to say something, but felt so confused that he didn't know where to start.

Now that she is gone, her past is unpredictable, and no one knows about her grudges with Master Zhao.

Song Zhiyi sighed slightly, which turned into a relieved smile. He stood up and bowed deeply.

"Thank you……"

“…”

At seven o'clock that evening, Song Zhiyi and his companion arrived at the cinema to attend the preview of Song Zhiyu's movie.

The upcoming movie is "Wind and Cloud Chronicles", which is considered to have a be ending. It is not very suitable for release during the Spring Festival family reunion because it will be released in the first half of the year. Today is the preview and media promotion.

"The Story of Feng Yun" was the first project that Song Zhiyi came into contact with when she followed her brother, and it was also her first project to test the waters in the film and television industry. Therefore, Song Zhiyi watched it very seriously.

The movie is not long, a total of one hour and forty-five minutes, but it tells the life story of the swordsman.

Having experienced the tragedy of his family being wiped out when he was young, he naturally embarked on the road of revenge. On the way, he met like-minded friends and also met a woman who made his heart beat faster at first sight. However, what separated him and her was not only the difference in family background, but also a deep blood feud.

The swordsman was disheartened and went to the border to relax, but he encountered a devastated land with starving people everywhere. In the face of national hatred, family hatred seemed so insignificant that it was not even worth mentioning.

In the end, the swordsman and the sword were buried together outside the setting sun at the border.

The first half of the movie is about a group of young men roaming the world together. It is full of jokes, and one can't help but be infected by their youthful spirit. However, the moment the heroine's life story is revealed, the atmosphere takes a sharp turn for the worse, and even the filter takes on a gloomy tone.

At the moment when the young general played by Song Zhiyu died in battle, the theater was filled with sobs. Even Song Zhiyi couldn't help shedding a few tears. Even though she had seen this scene with her own eyes, she still couldn't help being infected by the emotions conveyed in the movie.

At the end of the movie, the audience's emotions were pushed to a peak when the swordsman died, and until the lights came on, some people were still immersed in grief and unable to extricate themselves. Of course, this group of people did not include the media who had been prepared.

Magnesium lights flashed repeatedly as director Chen Fei led the creative team and actors to tell everyone the behind-the-scenes stories of the film. Song Zhiyi listened with gusto, just like she was listening to a story. Soon, it was time for the media to ask questions and engage in a heated debate.

There are some common questions at the beginning, such as:

“Do you think this drama has any special meaning to you?”

For example:

"Which line or scene in the play left the most profound impression on you?"

But as the questions went on, some unpleasant sparks emerged.

"I heard that you are in contact with the "Asking the Cangsheng" team, right? "Asking the Cangsheng" has attracted a lot of attention since the film and television rights were sold. After the news of the casting began, it has been on the hot search several times. It is very difficult to play a fairy tale drama well. Are you confident that you can satisfy the fans of the book?"

The reporter who asked this question was wearing a pair of plain glasses and had an ordinary appearance. He stared at Song Zhiyu intently, making it clear that he would not let him go unless he answered.

Mentioning "Asking the Life" at the preview of "Wind and Cloud Chronicle"? This reporter is really talented.

Song Zhiyi left her seat and walked to the side, leaning slightly. Her 5.0 vision allowed her to easily see the logo color on the work badge worn on the reporter's chest, and she understood.

It turned out that she was a reporter employed by this entertainment company. She had just sued them for a few good talents some time ago. No wonder she was so aggressive today.

Buzz——

The cell phone in his pocket buzzed. Song Zhiyi picked up the phone and took a look. The familiar helplessness and pain reappeared on his face, and finally turned into a sigh that leaked out from the corner of his lips.

"It would be an honor for me to be able to participate in this TV series, but since nothing has been confirmed yet, I don't think it's worth discussing..."

Song Zhiyu's voice rang out through the speakers behind him. Song Zhiyi paused for a moment before quickening his pace and leaving the theater, leaving the noise behind him.

My younger brother has really grown up. So, when will mommy feel that he has grown up and stop watching him so closely?

"Hmm..." The phone was automatically hung up because no one answered. Soon, the next call came in, "Hello, Mom."

"The movie ends at 8:45, and it's almost 9:30 now. Why haven't you returned home yet? Where are you and Xiaoyu? Why didn't you answer the phone just now?" The voice on the other end of the phone was high-pitched, and it was not difficult to hear the anxiety in the words.

"It ended at 8:45, but there were still interactions and interviews after it." Song Zhiyi explained to Song Yunzhi why her two precious children had not returned home yet, while leaving the cinema and pressing the elevator.

The show at Song Zhiyu's place was probably about to end, and the atmosphere in the cinema was depressing, so she could just drive out and wait outside and get some fresh air.

On the other end of the phone, Song Yunzhi repeatedly confirmed that she was safe and that the place she was in was not only equipped with cameras but also had a large flow of people, only then did she hang up the phone with peace of mind.

"Is the fight over?" Qi Nanfeng appeared out of nowhere. After Song Zhiyi was kidnapped, it wasn't just the Song family who suffered from PTSD.

"Yeah." Song Zhiyi had already noticed his presence. How could she not notice it? Not long after she got out of the elevator, she heard the dull sound of someone going down the stairs. She almost suspected that Qi Nanfeng had jumped down!

It was also her fault for not thinking it through. She didn't expect Qi Nanfeng to be so frightened that he couldn't even wait for the elevator. It took seven floors to get from the cinema to the parking lot.

"Should I take you home? Auntie seems a little worried." Qi Nanfeng's tone was not disordered when he spoke, only his face was slightly red after aerobic exercise. Only if you look closely can you see a layer of sweat on his forehead. There is no heating in the underground parking lot. When the cold air is blown, the water vapor evaporates and a layer of light mist lingers above his head.

The pale lights of the parking lot shone down from above, reflecting his pale pupils and messy hair. The thick raven feathers cast shadows under his eyes. His cheeks were flushed and his Adam's apple was rolling, with a deeper red above it.

...It seems like I turned red because of her stare.

Song Zhiyi looked away, not paying any attention to what he was saying, and just responded with a random "Yeah."

The car key was with Song Zhiyi. Qi Nanfeng took it and, as if he was hiding something, quickened his pace and walked in front of Song Zhiyi. When they passed each other, the blue diamond earring on his left ear flashed slightly, reflected in Song Zhiyi's eyes.

She suddenly stopped.

"Qi Nanfeng."

"Hmm?" Qi Nanfeng also stopped, turned around and looked at her seriously.

Song Zhiyi didn't say anything, her eyes sometimes fell on his face, sometimes fell on the earring that she had given him personally when he was a child.

Feeling her gaze, Qi Nanfeng couldn't help but think of the little girl back then, with messy hair and a dishevelled appearance, but with bright eyes. She took off her earrings and put them in his hand, then held his hand tightly, saying that she was very rich and could give him a lot of money as long as he took her away.

Qi Nanfeng didn't care about money, but he couldn't resist those sparkling eyes.

After a long separation, those eyes were still sparkling, staring at him with an incomprehensible look.

...No, maybe he does understand.

"Qi Nanfeng." Song Zhiyi called again.

"Yes, I'm here." Qi Nanfeng's throat was a little tight.

"There's something I asked you before, but I kind of forgot whether I asked you this or not." Song Zhiyi took a step closer.

She knew exactly what Qi Nanfeng was thinking. It would be a lie to say that she wasn't moved. It was just that the missing memory and the fact that Song Zhiyu was being manipulated were both in her mind. She couldn't respond and had no way to respond.

Now that the dust has settled, maybe it's time to give him a chance.

"What's the matter?" Qi Nanfeng did not retreat.

"Why do you only have one side of your ear pierced?" Song Zhiyi's face was expressionless. She clenched her hands and looked nervous for a rare moment.

"Because, she only gave me one earring." Qi Nanfeng lowered his eyes slightly and looked at Song Zhiyi who had unknowingly walked in front of her. No, maybe he was walking forward.

Who can tell? Anyway, neither of them cares about who is going to enter or who is going to leave.

"Couple money?"

Song Zhiyi tilted her head back, her medium-length hair falling back, revealing her small earlobes. Her eyes were dark and bright, so bright that Qi Nanfeng could easily see his own figure in her eyes.

At this moment, she only has eyes for herself, but it is not enough.

"I hope so." Qi Nanfeng heard his own answer.

"Is that so?"

After Song Zhiyi finished speaking, she lowered her head. No one saw it, and a look of regret flashed across Qi Nanfeng's face for a moment.

Did he say something wrong? Of course, it was all his fault. Even if there were no flowers or balloons, it shouldn't have been in such a place for the first confession...

"give."

Before Qi Nanfeng could figure out whether to find a reason to take Song Zhiyi to climb the snow-capped mountains or go fishing at sea, a clenched fist appeared in front of him.

So Qi Nanfeng stood up straight and relaxed his muscles, ready to be beaten.

Song Zhiyi looked at him subtly, and threw a punch... no, the movement of extending his hand stopped, and his five fingers slowly loosened, revealing the blue diamond earring lying in his palm.

"This pair of earrings was a gift from my aunt when she was still alive. There is only one pair in the world," Song Zhiyi looked up at him with her eyes narrowed, "Couple style, you said so, help me put them on."

"……good."

Qi Nanfeng's Adam's apple rolled, and he put his thumb and index finger together to lightly pick up the earring that had been kept warm in his pocket. Then he lifted Song Zhiyi's right earlobe with his left hand, held the earring with his right hand, and put it on her carefully.

Even though he was very careful, the back of his hand still rubbed Song Zhiyi's cheek. It was cool and soft.

Why does her face feel so cold even with the scarf on? I have to buy her a big hat to protect her face, Qi Nanfeng thought.

"First..." He wanted to say let's get in the car first. It was cold outside, but a hand surprisingly reached into his open coat and covered his waist.

Qi Nanfeng subconsciously tensed his muscles, and the corners of his eyes turned red in panic. At this moment, all kinds of thoughts came to his mind, squeezing his brain, which was already working to the extreme, so much that it almost exploded. The only clear thought was -

Fortunately, he never neglected fitness.

"…Are your hands cold?" After two seconds of silence, Qi Nanfeng considerately found a lame excuse for Song Zhiyi before his mind completely went offline.

"It's not cold," Song Zhiyi smiled broadly as she felt the touch of his hand. "I'm just exercising my rights as a girlfriend. I don't think you will refuse."

An interrogative sentence has an affirmative tone.

How could he refuse? How could he refuse? The only thing he could do was to control his expression and not smile so foolishly.

Qi Nanfeng didn't remember whether he answered or not. He only remembered the hand that climbed up from his waist and gently pulled his collar, and he obediently bent down and lowered his head. The kiss that was imprinted on the corner of his lips easily burned away the last bit of his sanity.

Well, it seems that whether it is climbing snow-capped mountains or going out to sea for fishing, we have to wait until the proposal to plan it.

Qi Nanfeng hugged the person he had been thinking about day and night and kissed her harder without any hesitation.

——

So, now, what is going on.?!

Song Zhiyu looked at the two people kissing ten meters away, his face slightly distorted.

He should have missed it for less than half an hour, not half a century, so why did the two people who were so polite yesterday hug each other today? !

Qi Nanfeng would have been fine, after all, everyone knew what he was thinking, and he was too lazy to say anything. If it wasn't for Qiuqiu's sake, he would have cut off all ties with Qi Nanfeng long ago.

Then ask his sister to secretly steal Qiuqiu back. Anyway, Mom’s cat hair allergy has been cured inexplicably, and they should raise a heroic kitten like Qiuqiu who even broke his front paw nails while opening the door to save his owner!

And Qi Nanfeng would definitely not blame his sister, even if his sister couldn't see through his little thoughts at all...wait!

Song Zhiyu's face instantly turned green. His sister, doesn't it look like you didn't notice anything?

Moreover, now that I think about it carefully, it seems that it was his sister who made the first move just now...

Oh no, it seems like his sister raped Min Nan.

Song Zhiyu choked and turned away as if he couldn't accept it, a dark and twisted expression appearing on his face again.

No matter what, his sister can't be wrong, if she is wrong it must be someone else who seduced her!

After convincing himself, Song Zhiyu took a few deep breaths and planned to reprimand them after they finished kissing. Of course, for the sake of his life, he chose to reprimand them selectively.

Beep beep——

A car horn sounded from behind, and Song Zhiyu subconsciously stepped back. He caught a glimpse of a familiar car out of the corner of his eye, and he stopped abruptly, then started running.

"Hey! Where are you going!"

Fortunately, there were no fans following her in the parking lot, otherwise Song Zhiyu’s appearance would have been a hot topic if it was photographed.

"Let's go out and play!" The car slowed down, Song Zhiyi stuck his head out from the passenger seat and waved.

"Where are you going? Mom won't let you run around!"

"Don't worry, it's our own business, nothing will happen, let's go."

After saying that, Song Zhiyi mercilessly retracted his head and closed the car window. Qi Nanfeng cooperated very well and stepped on the accelerator, leaving Song Zhiyu standing there alone to be baptized by the car's exhaust fumes.

Just kidding, this is the first day we confirmed our relationship. It would be so boring to go our separate ways right after confirming the relationship. At least, we should have a date or a candlelight dinner or something.

Song Zhiyi held her chin with one hand, her hair messed up by the evening breeze, and her face suddenly felt cool. She pressed her cheek with her index finger and felt a hint of warm water.

The fluffy white shadows fluttered down, and under the illumination of the orange street lights, they looked like butterflies chasing the light in the summer.

“It’s snowing.”