Chapter 68 Chapter 68 Vomiting
Song Jianan came out of the leader's office with a thin A4 paper in his hand.
As soon as I returned to my workstation, my colleagues rushed to show their concern.
"How about it?"
"Did you get it?"
Those who were closest to him had already seen the contents of the A4 paper. "Wow, Xiaojia, you're amazing! You actually managed to get the internship certificate in advance!"
He leaned over and said, "Let me see… the internship time is actually empty. You can fill it up as you please! Doesn't that mean you can leave whenever you want?"
Song Jianan smiled shyly, "I didn't expect it to go so smoothly."
Colleagues said that internship certificates can only be obtained from supervisors when interns resign. He was extremely cautious when asking, but to his surprise, his supervisor did not make things difficult for him.
The colleagues were surprised for a moment, but soon turned around and got busy with their own work.
Song Jianan put away the stamped internship certificate and lost his mind while looking at his empty fingers while working.
He has to come into contact with various reagents during experiments, so he always takes off his ring before work.
Ever since Song Yuqiao put the ring on his finger that night, he had returned to his teenage self, being extremely tolerant and considerate towards him. Apart from being tough on some issues that Song Yuqiao considered to be matters of principle, he had never been mean to him again. The only difference was that they were no longer brothers. They held hands, hugged, kissed, and went to bed like an ordinary couple...
Song Jianan felt very conflicted, as if there were two little people fighting in his body. The white little man was obsessed with this beauty and wanted to maintain it, even if it was as a lover... or a couple, as long as Song Yuqiao could always be good to him; but the black little man had not forgotten the ugly words Song Yuqiao had said, and the pain of his gland being forcibly bitten.
The white man said that he firmly defended me in front of the Song family and in public, and saved me when I was most helpless and desperate. He must have been insincere when he said those harsh words, otherwise how could he like me and be nice to me?
The black figure retorted, "He's lying. What's so great about me that he'd like me? He's turned down so many beautiful and intelligent Omegas, so how could he possibly be interested in a worthless Beta like me? He must have ulterior motives for being so nice to me. I can't trust him! Only by leaving him, leaving Yunjing, can I avoid being hurt by him and avoid the fate of my previous life!"
The two villains argued endlessly, and Song Jianan became more and more confused.
Before he got the internship certificate, he deliberately ignored this issue, but now that he has the internship certificate, he has to face the decision of whether to leave or stay.
He dried his hands and waited for the next step, supporting his head with one hand, pulling at his hair, unable to sort out his thoughts.
When he got off work, he glanced at the A4 paper in the drawer, reached out to take it, and when his fingertips were about to touch the paper, he paused for a few seconds, quickly retracted it, closed the drawer, and walked out of the research institute with his head down.
Song Jianan was preoccupied with something and was absent-minded after getting in the car. Song Yuqiao was replying to an email. When he finished, he looked up and noticed his abnormality and asked, "What's wrong? Are you not satisfied with your work?"
Song Jianan quickly shook his head, forcing himself to retract his thoughts and change the subject: "Brother, how long will it take?"
Seeing that he didn't seem to be wronged, Song Yuqiao didn't ask any more questions and glanced out the window. "About ten minutes."
Recently, Song Yuqiao has been keen on taking him to various restaurants, and today they went to a restaurant they had never been to before.
Usually, Song Jianan was the most active during the meal and paid close attention to the dishes. Once the dishes were served, he would not bother to talk to Song Yuqiao. But today he was very abnormal. When ordering, he just randomly pointed at two items and was very slow in his steps. He did not sit opposite Song Yuqiao as usual. His eyes would fall on Song Yuqiao from time to time, sticky and persistent, as if he had a lot to say, but he would quickly turn his head away when Song Yuqiao looked at him.
Song Yuqiao enjoyed his clinginess and held him on her lap.
Song Jianan habitually put his arms around his neck, and the two talked intimately for a while, and kissed each other before they had said a few words.
The two didn't separate until there was a knock on the door. Song Jianan's face turned slightly red. When he came to his senses, he immediately sat down opposite and took a big gulp of water.
A row of waiters came in one after another, set the table with delicious food with elegant and careful movements, then left quietly and closed the door thoughtfully.
Song Jianan frowned, pressed his chest, picked up the water with his other hand and drank a few sips, barely suppressing the urge to vomit.
He usually eats mostly meat, but today he only picked up green leaves. Song Yuqiao picked up a piece of his favorite meat with chopsticks and corrected his habit of always eating the same thing.
Usually, Song Jianan would just wrinkle his nose and eat the vegetable leaves he picked up, but today he just didn't want to eat meat. The smell was fishy and he wanted to vomit, so he picked up the leaves and wanted to return them to him.
Song Yuqiao blocked it with chopsticks, and the meat fell back into his bowl. He picked it up and put it to his mouth, coaxing him to eat.
A disgusting smell filled his nose. Song Jianan covered his mouth, turned around and vomited all over the floor.
Once the urge to vomit came up, it could no longer be stopped. Song Jianan held on to the table and vomited violently until he could vomit nothing. His stomach still felt uncomfortable, his nose tip was red, and his eyes were filled with tears.
Song Yuqiao patted his back and handed him water, and was about to contact a doctor.
Song Jianan drank some water to calm down, then took his hand and asked him to move the meat dishes away. When he could no longer smell the meat dishes, the churning in his stomach gradually subsided.
He leaned back in his chair and drank a few more sips of water. His body returned to normal without any discomfort, as if the vomiting just now was an illusion.
On the side, Song Yuqiao frowned and looked unhappy.
After vomiting, Song Jianan forgot about the things that bothered him, smiled at him, shook his hand, and said, "Brother, I'm fine. Maybe I've eaten too much meat recently and I'm a little sick of it."
Song Yuqiao didn't call a doctor until he had confirmed again and again that he had no other discomforts. He asked someone to change the dishes to lighter ones.
While eating, Song Jianan secretly thought, if Song Yuqiao liked him, how could a couple get along like this? He even had to control what his partner ate, just like when Song Yuqiao was still his brother, and he had to control everything for him.
But the feel of the ring on his finger was so obvious, and even though it had been so long since that night, he still felt a little surreal and often in a trance.
He sighed inwardly and stuffed more rice into his mouth, deciding to eat his fill first.
After eating, he evasively forgot about the problems that were bothering him.
The weekend came in a flash.
Song Yuqiao went to the company to work overtime early in the morning, saying that he would fly abroad on a business trip tomorrow and would be very busy in the next two days.
Song Jianan was quite happy. When Song Yuqiao was busy, he wouldn't think of tossing him. On weekdays, considering he had to go to work the next day, Song Yuqiao was more restrained and wouldn't go too far. But on weekends, he always let go and toss. One time, he found an unopened package from somewhere, and it turned out to be some embarrassing tools. In the end, he used them all on Song Jianan. Although it couldn't be said that he was being bullied...
In short, every weekend, Song Jianan wished he could stay at the research institute. It was just right that Song Yuqiao was not at home, so he didn't need to find an excuse to avoid him.
It was almost time for lunch when Song Yuqiao called and said that he had forgotten to pick up a document and asked Song Jianan to help deliver it.
Song Jianan went to the study to look for it, but didn't find it on the desk, so he had to search through all the drawers and cabinets. Song Yuqiao rarely moved the things in the fixed position he used, and he had never touched the cabinet drawers under the table. Unexpectedly, a drawer by the window could not be opened.
He had no choice but to give up and search other drawers and cabinets first. When he opened the door at the bottom, he actually found a key. He subconsciously glanced at the locked drawer, curious about what Song Yuqiao had put in it, with the key blatantly placed there.
Song Jianan found the document Song Yuqiao wanted in the cabinet, glanced at the locked drawer, squeezed the file bag, looked away, and prepared to leave.
Song Yuqiao called.
There was a subtle urgency in his voice: "Jia Jia, have you found it? If not, there's no need to look for it."
Song Jianan glanced at the drawer again and said, "I found it."
The breath on the phone seemed to pause for a few seconds, and Song Yuqiao said: "Okay, I sent the address to the driver, and he will take you here."
After hanging up the phone, Song Jianan looked at the time, forgot the keys to the locked drawers and cabinets, and hurried downstairs.
When the documents were delivered, Song Yuqiao was not as anxious as he had imagined. He threw the documents on the table and asked him to stay for lunch. Song Jianan was also hungry, so he did not refuse.
So, he spent most of the day in Song Yuqiao's office during the beautiful weekend, and only went home when Song Yuqiao got off work in the evening.
Song Yuqiao was going on a business trip the next day and wouldn't be back for about four or five days. They tossed and turned until midnight before they could fall asleep.
The next morning, when Song Yuqiao got up, Song Jianan woke up for a moment, then fell asleep again in a daze.
There was a sound of a car outside. Song Yuqiao should have left. Song Jianan woke up again. He was very sleepy, but couldn't fall asleep. He could only rub his eyes and yawn.
The villa halfway up the mountain is much larger than the villa in Xihe Garden, and it employs more servants. The servants start cleaning the villa early in the morning.
Song Jianan was completely awake after washing up. He usually didn't get up so early, and there was still some time before breakfast was ready, so he chatted with the servants while helping out.
There are sweeping robots and window-cleaning robots at home. The servants only need to wipe the cabinets and various decorations regularly, change bedding, etc., but they are not allowed to enter the study. They say that they can only enter the study to take care of it if Song Yuqiao tells them to.
Song Jianan thought about it and found that indeed every two weeks, when he and Song Yuqiao were in the study, a servant would come in to clean it. However, Song Yuqiao had never restricted him from entering the study. The last time the study was cleaned was more than a week ago, and he took the initiative to offer to clean the study.
The bookcase in the study was built into the wall and had a glass dust-proof door. There wasn't much to take care of, so he finished it before breakfast.
When he wiped Song Yuqiao's position, Song Jianan's eyes fell on the locked drawer. He pulled it again for some unknown reason, but it still wouldn't open.
Thinking of the phone call yesterday, his heart felt like it was being scratched by a cat, and an inexplicable strong urge prompted him to pick up the key from the cabinet.
He just wanted to see what Song Yuqiao had put in there and was actually worried that he would see it.
His chest pounding, he gripped the key tightly and put it into the keyhole.
His dark eyes fixed on it, and he turned the key gently.
With a slight sound, it opened.
He held his breath and opened the drawer.
A small box lay quietly in the drawer.
A hint of confusion flashed in Song Jianan's eyes. He picked up the box and looked through it. There was an electronic screen that required a password to open. No wonder Song Yuqiao didn't even hide the key.
He frowned and thought for a while, stroking the box with his fingers, telling himself to try it only once. If he couldn't open it, he would put it back and not be curious anymore.
Opening the drawer to spy on Song Yuqiao's secret, Song Jianan felt very guilty and didn't dare to guess the password Song Yuqiao might use. He just randomly entered a password he often used.
The indicator light on the electronic screen flashed twice, and with a click, the password box lock opened.
Song Jianan widened his eyes in disbelief and opened the small box carefully.
There was only a notebook with a slightly yellowed surface inside.
Song Jianan picked it up and saw that it was just an ordinary notebook, and his eyes became more confused.
I casually opened a page and saw only a few lines of familiar scribbled words on it.
His expression froze instantly, his eyes suddenly widened, his pupils trembled, and he quickly flipped through page after page.
There were only a few lines of words written on each page, and Song Jianan only needed to take a casual glance to see clearly what was written - and it was precisely because he could see clearly that he couldn't believe it.
His fingers trembled, he threw away the notebook, his expression was dazed, and his chest was churning.
He held onto a chair and knelt on the ground, retching. His eyes were red as if dripping blood, and tears were flashing in them as he looked at the open drawer.
No wonder Song Yuqiao was worried about being seen by him, this was not something he could spy on.
He forced a smile that was uglier than crying.
Who would have thought that someone as noble and arrogant as Song Yuqiao also had someone in his heart that he could not get. Even in the past, when he and Song Yuqiao were very close and their relationship had not reached a freezing point, he had not noticed that Song Yuqiao was interested in any Omega.
In the few irregular entries in the diary, Song Yuqiao was like an ordinary secret admirer, talking about liking and loving, with depression and pain revealed between the lines - who else in this world could not get Song Yuqiao?
Song Jianan couldn't imagine it.
The diary is still there, and it is placed where Song Yuqiao can touch it at any time, so Song Yuqiao's feelings for that person are still there.
He looked down at the ring on his hand. The ring reflected a silver luster in the sunlight. It was beautiful, but also cold.
Then what is he?
Song Jianan thought.
What does it matter that Song Yuqiao gave him a ring and they wore couple rings together?
Song Jianan bit his lower lip tightly, trying hard not to cry. He took off the ring and threw it into the safe. He locked the safe and the drawer again and walked out of the study.
He took a taxi to find Xie Mao.
Xie Mao hadn't left the house yet. When he opened the door and saw his red eyes, he was shocked. He pulled him into the house first. Knowing that he hadn't even had breakfast, he shared half of the hot buns with him.
"Eat something first and talk slowly."
As soon as Song Jianan opened his mouth, his voice was choked, and the tears he had been holding back for a long time finally fell. He spoke intermittently for an hour.
He said, "I want to leave and never return to Yunjing again."
Xie Mao handed him a new pack of tissues and said, "Okay, I'll help you."
"Where do you want to go?"
Song Jianan pinched the half-wet tissue, frowned and thought hard, "I haven't decided where to go yet. It's best to go far away from Yunjing, where Song Yuqiao can't find me."
Xie Mao thought for a moment and said, "How about going to Yuanchuan? Yuanchuan is far from Yunjing, and transportation from Yunjing to Yuanchuan isn't that convenient. You have to transfer between flights. Wen Xue has almost finished her studio work, so she'll be back in Yuanchuan in the next two days. You two can take care of each other in Yuanchuan."
Song Jianan was stunned for a moment, then nodded in agreement.
It doesn't matter where he goes. If there are people he knows, he won't be so timid after all.
However, in order to avoid being discovered by Song Yuqiao, he could not travel with Senior Sister Wen Xue.
Two days later, Song Jianan followed the plan made by Xie Mao. He first got rid of the driver and bodyguards who accompanied him, changed into completely different clothes, took a bus that did not require an ID card to the nearby city, and then changed to a long-distance train. He got off the train early and took a private car that had been arranged in advance to the provincial border. Xie Mao's relatives were there, and he happened to be going back to his hometown, so he could give him a ride.
After getting into the car of Xie Mao's relative, Song Jianan's tense heart finally relaxed.
He followed Xie Mao and called them Third Master and Third Aunt. Both of them were Betas. Third Master was a little quieter, but as enthusiastic as Third Aunt. Third Aunt sat in the passenger seat to help him watch the road conditions, and did not forget to talk to Song Jianan from time to time, for fear that the young man would feel embarrassed alone.
Song Jianan was not good at dealing with people, but facing the kindness of his third aunt, he did not feel uncomfortable. Instead, he temporarily forgot about those things in Yunjing and patiently answered his third aunt's words.
Everyone likes well-behaved children, and Auntie San is no exception. She chatted about some topics related to Xie Mao and couldn't help but care about him: "Xiao Jia's accent sounds like he's from Yunjing. Did you study in Yunjing since you were a child?"
Song Jianan was stunned, nodded and replied vaguely: "Well, my family works in Yunjing."
Xie Mao didn't say much to the Third Master and Auntie, just asked one question, and they agreed. Even though Song Jianan wanted to be honest, he couldn't help but feel embarrassed to talk about his situation.
Fortunately, Third Aunt was not the type to ask too many questions. She lamented the high prices in Yunjing and how difficult it was to find a job there. Third Uncle couldn't help but say a few words, so she quickly changed the subject, asked him the exact address of his hometown, and sent him home directly.
Song Jianan was not familiar with Yuanchuan and did not want to trouble them too much, so he told them to get off wherever was convenient, as long as it was a little closer to the city.
The journey was long and the car was almost always on the highway.
Song Jianan leaned against the car window, staring blankly at the scenery outside the window that flashed by quickly. Most of the time, it was full of mountains that were not seen in Yunjing, and he couldn't help but look dazed.
Closing his eyes, the memories became more vivid, and the scribbled words on the yellowed pages reappeared before his eyes. His heart was violently stirred by a hand, and it ached so much that he could only force himself to open his eyes.
San Ye and his friends didn't rush on the road. They parked the car at a service area at night and slept in the car for one night, so they wouldn't have to suffer when they got home the next day.
Everything in the service area is expensive, so Aunt San prepared instant noodles, bread and biscuits in advance, and handed a large plastic bag used in the supermarket to Song Jianan, letting him choose for himself.
Song Jianan had no appetite and was a little carsick. He was about to refuse, but Third Aunt saw through him and stuffed him with a portion of instant noodles, bread, and biscuits. "Even if you're carsick, you have to eat something. How can a young man like you go a whole day without eating?"
Song Jianan had no choice but to take a box of instant noodles and follow his aunt and uncle to get hot water.
The smell of instant noodles came to him, and he frowned, quickly covering it up and holding it away from himself with both hands.
After a few seconds, he couldn't hold it in any longer, so he asked the Third Master to help him get it, and he ran to the toilet to vomit.
Coming out of the restroom, the light from the service area shone on his face, which was pale and couldn't hide the fatigue on his face.
Third Aunt looked worried. Song Jianan smiled at her and said, "Third Aunt, I'm fine. I might be suffering from severe motion sickness."
Uncle San handed him the instant noodles and went to the supermarket. "I'll go ask if they have any motion sickness medicine."
As soon as Song Jianan smelled the instant noodles, he felt like vomiting again, and hurriedly asked his third aunt to help him get some. Maybe because he had just vomited, he no longer felt like vomiting after walking away.
He frowned and looked at the instant noodles. "Aunt San, I can't seem to smell instant noodles. I feel like vomiting when I smell them."
Uncle San didn’t buy any motion sickness medicine, so when he came back he ate instant noodles.
Song Jianan only ate two small pieces of bread.
What they didn't expect was that Song Jianan's vomiting had just begun.
At night, Song Jianan tossed and turned in the narrow seat, unable to fall asleep. He had no choice but to quietly open the car door, get out and walk around the car.
He met a few men driving a truck who were having a midnight snack. The greasy smell wafted over from afar, and his stomach seemed to have received a signal and reacted immediately. Song Jianan ran to the nearest trash can and vomited violently again.
He ate little today and vomited twice. After vomiting, he felt as if all the strength had been drained from his body, his hands and feet were weak, and his head was a little dizzy. He shook his head and returned to the car.
I spent the whole night in a daze, waking and sleeping at times.
Before daybreak, all three woke up.
Just as he was about to have breakfast, Song Jianan vomited again without warning and stayed in the toilet for nearly half an hour. The third master went in to see him, but there was nothing he could do.
Third Aunt was more meticulous and thought more. She always felt that Song Jianan's vomiting was too abnormal and did not seem like motion sickness, but it was not easy to make random guesses.
Fortunately, after Song Jianan came out, he stopped vomiting, so the Third Master drove on the road.
Song Jianan only ate a small piece of bread and drank some water, then leaned back in the back seat with a listless look on his face.
Third Aunt quietly found out that he came to Yuanchuan alone and his job was not yet confirmed. Many speculations arose in her mind. When she saw his appearance in the rearview mirror, she couldn't help but feel distressed. She changed her mind and invited Song Jianan to visit her home.
Le'an County is not far from the city center and has convenient transportation. It is also the largest county in the entire Yuanchuan City. You can go there for two days to get familiar with the environment, and then slowly look for a job. It is very convenient to find a job in the county or in the city.
Song Jianan had just arrived here and was unfamiliar with the place. He was very moved by her persuasion. After hesitating for a long time, he could not resist his aunt's enthusiasm and agreed.
At three o'clock in the afternoon, the car arrived at Aunt San's home in Le'an County.
Song Jianan was standing on unfamiliar ground and the surrounding environment was also unfamiliar. Looking at the enthusiastic face of his third aunt and the smiling face of his third uncle, his dazed and nervous heart suddenly calmed down. He curved his eyebrows and stepped forward to help unload the things.
Holding the heavy bags in his hands, he realized that he had really left Yunjing.
Song Yuqiao's face seemed to be a little blurred in the laughter of Aunt San's family.
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