On the way back after dinner, Xiao Yuanmu received a call.
Song Xuanhe didn't think much about it at first, but when she saw his eyes were obviously more gloomy after he came back, she still asked, "What's wrong?"
Xiao Yuanmu moved closer to him and grabbed his hand. Song Xuanhe raised his eyebrows but did not struggle.
They stayed silent until they entered the elevator of the apartment. Then Xiao Yuanmu said solemnly, "Xiao Lin is in trouble."
After thinking for about four or five seconds, Song Xuanhe finally matched the name Xiao Lin with his identity. "Your father? What happened to him?"
I don't know why, he just didn't have a good impression of the Xiao family, so he just asked casually.
"He was hit hard and fell, and it seems that he hit his head." Xiao Yuanmu's tone was not worried at all: "He is now in the hospital for emergency treatment."
"Then you go over." Song Xuanhe said, "I will take care of Xiao Huang at night."
"Need not."
The elevator door opened, Xiao Yuanmu looked at Song Xuanhe deeply, and said: "It is not suitable for you to stay in Y City now. I will help you book a flight ticket and you can return home immediately."
"Why?"
Hearing the imperative sentence, Song Xuanhe's first reaction was to refute, just like a rebellious teenager in adolescence. However, after seeing the worry in Xiao Yuanmu's eyes, he paused and said, "It just so happens that I am also planning to return to China, so I can book the ticket myself."
Xiao Yuanmu said softly: "Okay."
The two walked out of the elevator side by side. Song Xuanhe glanced at the suitcase that had not been opened at the entrance and said, "It seems that we don't even need to pack it."
Xiao Huang came following the sound, barking happily at the two people, wagging his tail without a worry, and jumping around them.
Xiao Yuanmu didn't expect that he just changed the direction of some things in advance, which would cause the accident that happened to Xiao Lin in the previous life to happen so much earlier. Although he did not regret what he did, his eyes dimmed when he thought that they would be separated in just two days after the hard-earned reunion.
Xiao Yuanmu said softly: "I'll take you there."
Song Xuanhe paused as he opened his phone to book the ticket, and raised his eyes, meeting Xiao Yuanmu's gaze.
"No need. I've already booked the ticket. It's in three hours." Song Xuanhe looked away and said, "You'd better go to the hospital quickly. No matter what, he is yours..."
"I want to send you off." Xiao Yuanmu picked up Song Xuanhe's suitcase, turned his back to him and said, "Let's go."
Song Xuanhe lowered his eyes to look at the still cheerful Xiao Huang, squatted down and rubbed its head heavily: "Eat less." Then when it lay down excitedly and wanted him to rub its belly, he stood up and walked towards the elevator.
Xiao Huang didn't know what they were talking about, but he knew that every time the elevator door opened and his owner went in, he would be left home alone. So when he saw the two people just coming back and leaving him, he couldn't help but rush into the elevator like a spoiled child, then grabbed Xiao Yuanmu's trouser legs and whimpered.
"What should we do with it?" Song Xuanhe glanced at the pendant on Xiao Yuanmu's leg: "It's very heavy, right?"
Xiao Yuanmu bent down and picked up Xiao Huang, saying, "Take it with you. I probably won't be able to come back tonight. After I send you off, I'll ask Louis to take it over to stay for a few days."
Song Xuanhe nodded and closed the elevator door.
The two people and the dog got on the bus. Song Xuanhe and Xiao Yuanmu sat in the front row. The little yellow dog squeezed its head in the gap between the seats. From time to time, it shook its head left and right to look at Song Xuanhe and Xiao Yuanmu, and barked excitedly.
Song Xuanhe's originally somewhat worried mood was disturbed by this, and he felt a little relieved. He asked, "Mr. Xiao's accident will not affect you, right?"
"See if he's seriously ill." Xiao Yuanmu raised his hand and rubbed Xiao Huang's head. Then he lowered his hand and covered Song Xuan's hand that had just been rubbing Xiao Huang, whether intentionally or unintentionally. He looked ahead intently and said in a calm voice, "I hope he's okay."
However, Song Xuanhe felt that things would not be as easy as Xiao Yuanmu thought. If this matter was really easy to solve, Xiao Yuanmu would never let him leave the United States.
He frowned and asked, "What will happen if he is seriously ill?"
"The Xiao family is in chaos."
Xiao Yuanmu's tone was very indifferent. It was not known whether it was Song Xuanhe's illusion, but he seemed to hear a hint of sarcasm.
"The Xiao family shouldn't be in chaos just because of Xiao Lin's accident." Song Xuanhe said: "No matter what, the Xiao family is also a big family that has stood for so many years. In addition to Mr. Xiao, there are many people. But those people will not cause chaos in the Xiao family."
Xiao Yuanmu's eyes were gloomy. When he heard Song Xuanhe's words, the corners of his lips curled up, revealing a hint of sarcasm: "If I hadn't gone back, those people would really not let the Xiao family get into chaos. Now that I'm here, they might even hope that the more chaos there is, the better."
Song Xuanhe pursed his lips, and before Xiao Yuanmu could cover his hand and pull it away, he turned over and held his hand.
Xiao Yuanmu looked at Song Xuanhe in astonishment, but saw Song Xuanhe looking out the window with only the corners of his mouth slightly pursed.
"don’t worry."
Xiao Yuanmu smiled: "Well, I'm not worried."
The two held hands and stopped talking, but because Xiao Huang called out from time to time, the atmosphere in the car was not awkward, but rather a bit warm.
Xiao Yuanmu's warmth continued to flow through his palms. Song Xuanhe looked at the scenery passing by outside the window with a mixed mood.
It seemed as if he was thinking about a lot of things in his mind, but also as if he was thinking about nothing. However, when he saw a pedestrian walking hurriedly with his head down and his hands covering his stomach, Song Xuanhe suddenly thought of something.
"Your stomach..." Song Xuanhe turned around and asked, "What's going on?"
"It happened a long time ago." Xiao Yuanmu said calmly, "I don't remember what happened."
Song Xuanhe frowned, feeling that Xiao Yuanmu was not telling the truth. He was not the kind of person who liked to get to the bottom of things, but this time, he really wanted to know the answer.
"When was the first time you had stomach pain? Did you go to the doctor? What did the doctor say?"
Xiao Yuanmu said calmly: "I don't remember."
"Didn't you see a doctor?"
"No."
Xiao Yuanmu held Song Xuanhe's hand tightly, then let go and put it back on the steering wheel. He looked ahead and said calmly, "I was too busy at the time and didn't have time."
"When you were in high school?" Song Xuanhe guessed, then felt something was wrong and asked, "How old were you?"
"A long time ago."
After saying this, the car stopped steadily. Xiao Yuanmu turned to look at Song Xuanhe and said, "I have forgotten the cause of this incident. It was too long ago and it is not a very important matter."
Song Xuanhe looked at Xiao Yuanmu deeply, the corners of his mouth twitched, but in the end he didn't ask anything, but just opened the car door.
Xiao Yuanmu's memory is so good that Song Xuanhe is probably the person in the world who knows it best besides Xiao Yuanmu himself. He can even remember unfamiliar faces that he accidentally glanced at in his mind. How could he forget such an important cause that has continued to affect his life?
It's just that he didn't want to say it, and Song Xuanhe didn't want to ask anymore.
Some things are not suitable to be mentioned. The fact that Xiao Yuanmu avoided them like this must have been a serious wound to him, and Song Xuanhe was unwilling to add to his wounds.
He was confused because he knew how determined Xiao Yuanmu's character was and how strong his heart was. Xiao Yuanmu's tenacity meant that there were very few people in this world who could influence him. If one really wanted to count, the only person Song Xuan could count was the director of the welfare home. But he believed that the director could not hurt Xiao Yuanmu, so he was curious whether there was anyone who was important to Xiao Yuanmu and could be compared with the director before the plot began.
Only a person like that could truly hurt him, but if there really is such a person, why has he never appeared in the plot and never been mentioned by Xiao Yuanmu?
"Let's go."
Xiao Yuanmu stood in front of him holding Song Xuanhe's suitcase and interrupted his thoughts with a voice.
Song Xuanhe glanced at Xiao Yuanmu's emotionless face, pursed his lips and looked away. After seeing Xiao Huang clinging to the car door, he said, "You left it alone in the car?"
"I've asked someone to help watch it for me." Xiao Yuanmu said calmly, "It can't enter the airport. You can say goodbye to it here."
Song Xuanhe raised his eyebrows: "We have to say goodbye face to face. It doesn't look like we are saying goodbye through the window."
"Like what?"
"Visiting the prison."
Xiao Yuanmu was stunned for a second, then he curved his lips and tapped Xiao Huang, who was lying on the car window, with his slender fingers, and said, "The prison won't leave even a crack on the window."
Seeing the depression in Xiao Yuanmu's eyes disappear, Song Xuanhe also curved his eyes, reached out through the gap in the window and touched Xiao Huang's paw, and said: "I never liked pets before, but seeing it changed my mind. Goodbye, little guy."
Xiao Huang called out to Song Xuanhe twice very appropriately.
Song Xuanhe retracted his hand and stretched out his other hand to take the suitcase from Xiao Yuanmu's hand: "Give me the suitcase, I can go in by myself, you should stay with it, it will be scared if you leave it alone in such a strange place."
"Are you scared of being left alone?" Xiao Yuanmu asked.
Song Xuanhe didn't think much about it, took the suitcase and replied: "Of course, so you just stay with it, I'm going in."
Xiao Yuanmu held Song Xuanhe's hand. Seeing Song Xuanhe turned his head in confusion, he grabbed his hand tightly, then let go and said, "Call me in the waiting room."
Song Xuanhe laughed and said, "It only takes me ten minutes to get to the departure lounge from here. Why would I make a phone call?"
"I'm afraid you'll be scared."
Song Xuanhe was stunned and subconsciously said, "What am I afraid of?"
"Didn't you say you'd be scared if left alone?"
Song Xuanhe blinked, and after a few seconds he reacted, and said, "I was talking about Xiao Huang, not me. It was scared because it was still young and it was... an animal. A mature man like me would naturally not be afraid."
"meeting."
Hearing Xiao Yuanmu's confidence, Song Xuanhe could come up with ten reasons to refute it. However, when he met Xiao Yuanmu's gaze, he swallowed the words that were on the tip of his tongue.
Xiao Yuanmu's confidence seemed to be just a casual remark. He did not dwell on this topic any more, but simply reminded Song Xuanhe: "Remember to call me."
For some reason, Song Xuanhe agreed to it as he found it unimaginable to talk on the phone after just ten minutes of separation. After arriving at the waiting room, he called Xiao Yuanmu immediately.
"I'm in the departure lounge."
"I know."
“…”
Song Xuanhe once again found this behavior very ridiculous. After a few seconds of silence, he said, "Then I'm hanging up."
"good."
After hanging up the phone so briefly, Song Xuanhe put down the phone. After about ten seconds, he suddenly realized that he was sad.
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