After making sure that Xiao Shenglin was fine, Song Xuanhe casually booked the nearest flight abroad with Zhang Fei and left without saying goodbye to anyone. He only left two notes, one for Song Xuanlin, whom he asked someone downstairs of the Song family to give to him, and the other for his apartment in the city center.
When Song Xuanlin received the note, he thought it was a prank by Song Xuanhe. It was not until the phone was completely disconnected, the apartment was empty and the same note was left, that he returned home with anger and worry. However, he concealed it perfectly in front of Li Nian'an, making Li Nian'an think that Song Xuanhe had reported his departure to Song Xuanlin, so even if he was worried, he was not too worried.
However, Zhou Nan and the others were different. They realized something was wrong when they couldn't get through to him on the phone for several days in a row. They first went to Feng Tong's studio, but Feng Tong hadn't seen Song Xuanhe for a long time.
Because Song Xuanhe had finished designing all the clothes, he had not been to the studio for a long time. Long before Xiao Shenglin's car accident, he told Feng Tong that he would be away for a while and would be back before the October Fashion Week. He did not explain anything else.
Feng Tong answered them in the same way, but Zhou Nan was still worried and went directly to Song Xuanhe's apartment. He knew where the door card of Song Xuanhe's apartment was. After entering, he walked around the empty living room and finally found a note on the floor-to-ceiling window glass with six words written on it: I'm out playing, don't look for me.
The words are concise and to the point, and so heartless that it is outrageous.
Zhou Nan was so angry that he kicked his floor-to-ceiling window. Because the window was too strong, he jumped on one leg for a long time while holding his hurt foot before he recovered. After he recovered, he got angrier and angrier and shouted: I was so stupid to worry about you!
…
Song Xuanhe, who was thousands of kilometers away, took a few photos with his camera at a good angle. After politely declining the strange girl's invitation to chat, he picked up the sandwich he bought after getting off the plane and took a bite. He frowned as soon as the sandwich entered his mouth, and before he could swallow it, he suddenly sneezed, and a neat mouthful of sandwich sprayed out neatly, attracting the attention of other tourists.
The girl who had just approached him was still lingering nearby. After seeing the sandwich, she hesitated for a few seconds and then turned and left.
Song Xuanhe wiped his mouth casually, cleaned or picked up the sandwich that had just been accidentally spilled on his clothes and the floor, and after sorting everything out, he raised his eyebrows and said to himself, "Fortunately, I stood far away, otherwise I almost defiled one of the seven wonders of the world."
[I thought you did it on purpose.] 】The system said in Song Xuanhe's mind in a familiar tone: [Haven't you been using similar methods to get rid of the men and women who have been pestering you these days? 】
Song Xuanhe said: [You have read so many books about humans and collected so much information about humans, but haven’t you ever heard of this saying? 】
The system is curious: [What are you talking about? 】
【There are three things in this world that cannot be concealed: cough, poverty and love. Song Xuanhe put away the camera and said as he walked: [The same goes for sneezing. 】
The system was silent for a few seconds, then said: [I only know that in your human way, if someone sneezes, it means they are scolding you or cursing you. Which one do you think it is? 】
[Miss me.] Song Xuanhe curled his lips and said: [I guess Zhou Nan already knows that I am not in the country by now. Maybe he misses me. 】
The system was silent for a longer time this time, and then said: [I think he will only scold you. 】
Song Xuanhe got a cup of coffee, found a place to sit down, looked down at the photos taken in the past few days, and said with a slight smile: "If you want to scold me, you have to think of me first. 】
The system was silent again. During the past half month of getting along with each other, from a small country in Europe to the current country, Song Xuanhe made him deeply feel the meaning of the saying that face is as strong as a city wall.
It believes that when Song Xuanhe was in China, he might still be concerned about his image, so when facing Wei Chen and Zhou Nan, he only exerted two or three percent of his strength.
However, thinking of what Song Xuanhe had just said, the system, unwilling to be outdone, said: [Love cannot be concealed, so Xiao Yuanmu did those things because he loves you? 】
Song Xuanhe thought about it, but before he could answer, he heard the system say again: [Then you got rid of the people he arranged to follow you, does that prove that you rejected his love and you don't love him. 】
【You AI say what you love or not. Song Xuanhe stood up, picked up the suitcase with only a few clothes in it, and said calmly: [It doesn't make sense to fall in love if you read it in pinyin. 】
Over the past half month, the system had already gotten used to Song Xuanhe's blows, and as a system, apart from feeling that the illusory main chip was a little hot, it did not feel any human emotions like anger, so it accepted it very well, and still asked with the most sincere spirit of truth-seeking: [So do you like him or not? I analyzed that you bought the plane ticket after returning from the hospital because you wanted to escape the facts you didn't want to face. 】
What facts? 】
The system choked and said aggrievedly: [I don’t know. 】
Song Xuanhe got into the stopped car, reported the hotel address, closed his eyes and said: "If you don't know, don't talk nonsense. 】
The system shut up in grievance and began to calculate how long it would have to get along with Song Xuanhe. It was eager to leave its host who had such a bad temper and despised it so much. After finding out that there was only half a year left, for some reason it felt that Song Xuanhe's temper might not be so bad. However, even so, it would not speak a word to Song Xuanhe today.
After checking in, Song Xuanhe did not go back to the room immediately. Instead, he handed his luggage to the room manager and went to the street with his camera to find something to eat.
However, instead of finding food, I met an acquaintance.
Seeing the young man in front of him waving at him with bright eyes, Song Xuanhe turned around expressionlessly and took another route.
Seeing that Song Xuanhe pretended not to see him, Guan Zhi cursed Xiao Yuanmu angrily and followed him. After chasing for a long time, he finally caught up with Song Xuanhe who had already turned several alleys. He said, "Why did you run when you saw me?"
Song Xuanhe replied: "What did you see me chasing?"
This sentence was very problematic, but Guan Zhi couldn't find any words to refute it for a while.
Seeing that he didn't say anything, Song Xuanhe asked again: "Why are you here?"
Guan Zhi's eyes wandered for a moment, and he said, "School is on vacation, I'm going out to play for a while."
"Does your school have holidays every day?" Song Xuanhe sneered.
Guan Zhi was unhappy when he heard Song Xuanhe's sarcasm. He snorted coldly and said, "Our school has many holidays. Are you envious?"
Song Xuanhe raised his eyebrows but said nothing. Guan Zhiqi puffed up his face but couldn't find the words to say.
The two of them were silent for a long time. Song Xuanhe sighed and said, "Okay, if you want to follow me, just follow me. Just don't cause any trouble for me."
"How could I possibly cause you trouble? You underestimate me too much."
In the next few days, Guan Zhi fully proved that Song Xuanhe really underestimated him.
Although he was only eighteen years old, he had arranged both the itinerary and the time in an orderly manner. When he knew that Song Xuanhe's purpose of traveling around the world was to collect folk songs, he even introduced him to all the beautiful scenery in the world that he had visited in the past eighteen years, which benefited Song Xuanhe a lot.
This world is roughly the same as Song Xuanhe's world, but the development and cultural history of each country are somewhat different. A tiny deviation can change history, so in just two months, Song Xuanhe fully felt the excitement of discovering new things and seeing unprecedented beauty.
Guan Zhi followed him all the way from Egypt to Morocco, looking at every unique and impactful photo taken by his lens, from the initial surprise and appreciation to the current admiration. The two of them bickered and supported each other all the way, from having their wallets stolen on the streets of Egypt to being surrounded and asked for money outside a bar in Morocco. Song Xuanhe and Guan Zhi had been together all the way, and their feelings had deepened. It was inevitable that they felt reluctant to part.
"I will go to see your exhibition in Y City. I will be with my mom and sister. But after your exhibition, I will go to school, so I won't be able to play with you." Guan Zhi looked particularly sad when he stood at the gate of the Imperial Capital Airport. He said, "When you eat something delicious, you must write it down and send it to me. I will ask my housekeeper to send someone to buy it for me. Don't forget. And I will play with you again when I have a holiday."
Song Xuanhe looked at the little spy who was reluctant to leave because he should have separated from him at the airport in Kasa but insisted on going to the capital with him and then transferring back. Finally, he raised his hand and rubbed his head with some reluctance and said, "Go back."
Guan Zhi pouted and looked at him: "You have to promise to let me follow you next time."
Song Xuanhe nodded, pointed his chin back, and said, "Your cousin is here to take you back."
Guan Zhi's mood brightened up when he saw Song Xuanhe nod, but when he saw Wei Chen behind him, he curled his lips again and said, "I didn't ask him to pick me up, and he won't go to Canada now. It must be a coincidence."
However, Wei Chen, who walked straight towards them, showed with his actions whether it was a coincidence or not. He walked in front of the two of them, without even glancing at Guan Zhi, and said to Song Xuanhe with a half-smile: "I thought you ran so fast to avoid inviting me to dinner."
Song Xuanhe smiled and said, "I have time before I go to the United States. Come on your time."
Wei Chen looked at Song Xuanhe in surprise and said, "After going out for a while, I feel that your temper seems to be much better than before."
Guan Zhi interrupted: "Because he was angry and took it out on me, so naturally he is in a calm mood now."
After being insulted so many times by Song Xuanhe during this period of time, Young Master Guan, who had always just held his breath and snorted, finally learned to talk back.
When Wei Chen heard Guan Zhi say this, he glanced at him meaningfully and said, "You all gained a lot from this trip."
Guan Zhi shrugged, reminded Song Xuanhe again that he must contact him next time they go out to play, and then turned and left without even saying hello to Wei Chen.
Song Xuanhe smiled and said, "What did you do to make your brother hate you so much?"
Wei Chen touched his chin, thought for a long time and said, "When he was a child, did I pour water on his bed and make him think he wet the bed? Does that count?"
Song Xuanhe raised his thumbs up.
After walking a little further, Song Xuanhe suddenly stopped and asked, "What are you doing at the airport?"
Wei Chen shook the key in his hand: "Didn't you say you can do whatever I want?"
"I'm inviting you to dinner right now?"
Wei Chen raised his eyebrows: "Do you have any other plans?"
"No." Song Xuanhe recalled the emails he received every week with Zhou Nan's roars with countless exclamation marks and his instructions to tell him as soon as he got back, and shrugged, "I'm just hungry, let's go."
The place Wei Chen chose was not far from the airport and the car drove there in less than twenty minutes. Because of Guan Zhi's tip-off, he had already booked a seat in advance.
Seeing this, Song Xuanhe sneered and whispered, "It feels like a triple spy."
Wei Chen was talking to the waiter and didn't hear Song Xuanhe's muttering clearly. He couldn't help but ask, "What did you just say?"
Song Xuanhe said with a hint of meaning: "I think your relationship with Guan Zhi doesn't seem as bad as you say."
Wei Chen instantly realized what he was referring to, and said with a smirk, "Maybe it's because every time when others think he wet the bed, I always explain that it was just water that was accidentally spilled."
Song Xuan was silent for a while, nodded, and gave Wei Chen a thumbs up again.
In terms of eloquence, he might be able to compete with Wei Chen, but when it comes to dirty tricks, Wei Chen can definitely crush him.
The system disagreed and reminded: [You forgot that you tricked Guan Zhi into eating bugs. 】
Song Xuanhe pretended not to hear, and Wei Chen changed the subject and talked about the signature dishes here.
Many people think Wei Chen is a little difficult to approach, but in fact, when he really wants to get close to someone, his keen observation skills and accumulated knowledge make it easy for him to find out other people's preferences and get in on them effortlessly. At least after chatting with him, Song Xuanhe felt that Wei Chen was much more pleasing to the eye than before.
After talking about photography for a long time, Wei Chen suddenly thought of something and asked, "Do you still remember Xue Mian?"
Song Xuanhe nodded and asked, "What's the matter?"
"He's doing pretty well in the U.S. I heard he's finished filming there and is considering where to focus his career, and whether to stay in the U.S. or come back."
Song Xuanhe wasn't very interested. He nodded and said nothing.
Wei Chen was not surprised that Song Xuanhe didn't like gossiping about other people, but he continued, "I heard that he has been frequenting RE's headquarters recently."
Song Xuan paused and turned to look at him: "What do you want to say?"
"Nothing." Seeing Song Xuan's impatience, he smiled and said, "I just want to confirm something."
Song Xuanhe withdrew his gaze and focused on the delicious food on the table.
After an unknown amount of time, Wei Chen said again: "I don't know if you know Bai Mo. He seems to be looking for you recently."
Hearing this name that hadn't appeared for a long time, Song Xuan and Kuaizi paused, but still asked, "Why?"
"Seems like he wants to argue for his friend?" Wei Chen curled his lips, with a hint of sarcasm in his eyes: "His friend is a designer. I heard that he had an accident recently and his hand is disabled."
Song Xuanhe put down his chopsticks: "What do you mean?"
"Jiang Deyi." Wei Chen pointed at the table and said, "He showed up in China last month with a broken hand. But no one knew him, so no one paid attention to what happened to his hand. But Bai Mo said it was because of you. Everyone in the capital who was not present at the time knew a little about what happened on your cruise ship. Because of this incident, your brother even met Bai Mo in person."
"I'm a little curious." Wei Chen said, and then asked him with an interested smile: "Did you meet a lot of acquaintances while traveling abroad?"
After hearing that Song Xuanlin had met Bai Mo, Song Xuanhe frowned a little bit and said, "What did they say?"
"I don't know. But after that, Bai Mo never told anyone that you were the one who hurt Jiang Deyi's hand." Wei Chen reminded with a hint of sarcasm: "Although the Bai family is not very good, Bai Mo is very good at socializing. If he comes to you, it doesn't just mean that he is looking for you."
Song Xuanhe knew that the mockery in Wei Chen's tone was directed at Bai Mo, and he also heard that the words "good at socializing" had a deeper meaning, but he couldn't understand the specific meaning, so he asked: "Who is behind him?"
"Zhang family."
Song Xuanhe's eyes flickered slightly, and he asked, "Zhang Siwei?"
Wei Chen was a little surprised: "Do you know Zhang Siwei?"
“I don’t know him.”
One of Xiao Yuanmu's suitors in the book, he has been working abroad. Song Xuanhe has never met him, but when he heard about the Zhang family, he subconsciously thought of this person.
"It's not Zhang Siwei." Wei Chen said, "Zhang Siwei is not that stupid. It's Zhang Siwei's cousin, Zhang Simu."
This name... sounds a little strange, but it always feels familiar.
Song Xuanhe searched for the name in his mind and asked the system to search for it in the book without success. He gave up and said, "I've never heard of this person."
"He and Bai Mo have been together since high school. They were each other's first love." Wei Chen said, "They have broken up now, but they are still friends."
He pronounced the word "peng" in an inexplicably light tone, making it sound like "pao".
Song Xuanhe nodded to thank Wei Chen for the reminder. In fact, Wei Chen didn't take Bai Mo seriously, but he felt that this matter needed to be reminded to Song Xuanhe, so he didn't say much and turned the topic back to photography and design.
After the meal, both the host and the guests enjoyed themselves.
After dinner, Wei Chen drove Song Xuanhe to his apartment. Before he got out of the car, he said, "No one has lived in your apartment for two months. Do you really not need to stay at my place for one night?"
Song Xuanhe waved his hand: "Go up."
Wei Chen stared at Song Xuanhe's back until he disappeared from his sight and then drove away.
The next morning, Song Xuanhe was awakened by the sound of someone banging on the door.
In a daze, Song Xuan covered herself with the quilt and pillow, and struggled for a long time without being able to get rid of the "bang bang" at the door. She threw off the quilt and walked out with a tired and impatient look on her face. When she saw Zhou Nan, who was standing at the door with her arms crossed and knocking hard with a resentful face, she woke up from her sleep and said, "You came in already, why are you knocking?"
"How do I know if there's anyone inside?" Zhou Nan mocked him, "I just came here for a routine check, but I didn't expect to see a pair of shoes that weren't originally next to the shoe cabinet. If it was a criminal, wouldn't I have to stand at the door and run away at any time?"
"How could the criminals let you get away when they saw you were so arrogant?" Song Xuanhe rolled his eyes at him, turned inside and poured himself a glass of water. He leaned against the wall, drank the water to wake himself up, and said, "What are you doing here so early in the morning?"
"You went out for two months without saying goodbye, and didn't call me during that time. Now you see me and ask me what I'm doing here so early in the morning? Really?"
Song Xuanhe's mind was still not clear, and his reaction was slower than usual. He ignored the anger on his face, nodded, and said, "Well, let me ask you what you are doing here so early in the morning."
Zhou Nan was so angry that he laughed. He put the things in his hand on the dining table and said, "I am destined to work hard. I brought you breakfast."
While setting up breakfast, Zhou Nan didn't forget to complain: "It's ok for you to be away for two months, but you didn't even call to report your safety or to report the local conditions. You didn't keep all the information with Xiao Yuanmu, did you? You value women over friendship. If you get married, will your brothers..."
Song Xuanhe drank some soy milk and said calmly: "I didn't contact Xiao Yuanmu."
Zhou Nan paused as he was setting the plate. His face went blank for a moment, and then he asked in shock, "You were gone for half a month and you didn't tell Xiao Yuanmu?"
Song Xuanhe nodded lightly.
"Fuck!" Zhou Nan sighed and shook his head, "I don't think I'm miserable now. Xiao Yuanmu is much more miserable than us."
After sighing, Zhou Nan asked again: "Did you tell Xiao Yuanmu before you left?"
"without."
"Tsk, tsk, tsk." Zhou Nan felt at ease instantly, but he still pretended to sigh and gloat over the misfortune: "It's so miserable, so miserable! This is too miserable to be described in one word!"
Song Xuanhe glanced at him, pointed to the stool opposite, and said, "Either sit down and eat, or stand and shut up."
Zhou Nan was about to speak, but when he saw Song Xuanhe's narrowed eyes, he sat down immediately and put a soup dumpling on the plate: "I don't sympathize with him anymore. It's worse to face you than not being able to contact you."
Song Xuanhe was too lazy to pay attention to him, but Zhou Nan couldn't hold back and started to make small talk again: "You really didn't contact Xiao Yuanmu? That's impossible, right? If he couldn't contact you for two months, wouldn't he find a way to find you? If the Xiao family wants to find someone, it should be easy, right? Have you changed your name?"
"Eating can't stop your mouth?"
"I'm really curious." Zhou Nan stretched his head and lowered his voice and said, "Tell me the truth, what's going on between you and Xiao Yuanmu."
Song Xuanhe glanced at him and said nothing.
Zhou Nan continued, "Last time in Linzi's ward, after listening to Uncle Xiao's talk and the gossip in the magazines, I always firmly believed that you were lying. But this time, I feel like you didn't lie."
"But if you really didn't lie to us..." Zhou Nan frowned and said, "Isn't it that you wanted to break up but Xiao Yuanmu disagreed, and you two got into a stalemate and insisted on your own opinions? That's not right. Xiao Yuanmu doesn't seem like the kind of person who would cling to you after you mentioned the breakup. What's going on between the two of you? You look like a couple but you don't. Others who get married, divorced, and remarried don't have to deal with you guys, so why are you so awkward?"
"Also, if you two are really together, and you disappeared for two months like this, I would be furious if I were Xiao Yuanmu. I would definitely keep an eye on your news. As soon as you return to China, even if I can't catch up with you, I would call you to find out. By the way, did Xiao Yuanmu call you after you came back?"
"You care about my gossip?"
Zhou Nan nodded, his face full of curiosity.
"I don't want to..."
Before he could finish the three words "I'll tell you", Song Xuanhe's cell phone rang. The familiar note and the familiar number made Zhou Nan's eyes light up, and his eyes were filled with the eagerness of an old lady from the neighborhood committee who wanted to watch the fun.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
