The day Xiao Lin came, Xiao Yuanmu's leg had almost recovered. After he left, Xiao Yuanmu rested for a few more days and he was well again. After recovery, he quickly returned to work.
Perhaps it was because there was too much backlog of work, and with the work of RE and the work of the Xiao family, Xiao Yuanmu became busier than ever. He no longer had the time to stick with Song Xuanhe as before. Most of the time, except for contacting him once during lunch, the next time they met or contacted each other was after he got off work.
However, Xiao Yuanmu's working hours were very unstable. Sometimes he would work overtime until late at night, and sometimes he would sleep directly in the company because he was too busy.
A few days ago, Song Xuanhe went to the company to see Xiao Yuanmu because he was not used to his sudden busyness. However, as more and more things came up, he no longer had the energy to think about Xiao Yuanmu.
It wasn't just Xiao Yuanmu who had piles of work; he had it too. Not only did he have work, but he also had his mother and grandfather from China who would call him from time to time to urge him to go back. While drawing the design drafts that had to be finished, and dealing with calls from Li Nian'an and Old Man Song, Song Xuanhe became busier than ever before.
The result of both of them being busy and never having the same schedule is that, except for being able to see the dent on the other pillow when opening your eyes in the morning, you will never see the presence of another person in the house.
After being busy for a few days, Feng Tong came to the door. When Song Xuanhe saw him, he was even confused and guilty for a moment, thinking that he had not sent the design draft to him yet, so he came to find him in person.
However, things were not quite as he had imagined.
"Are you ready?"
In the coffee shop on the corner, before Song Xuanhe sat down, Feng Tong put down the coffee in his hand, stood up with a smile on his face and asked him.
It didn't seem like he was coming to demand the manuscript, but rather like he was very excited about something.
However, Song Xuanhe didn't know why Feng Tong was so happy, so he could only ask blankly: "What are you preparing for?"
"Master Mai Fei'er's tea party." Feng Tong finished speaking, and seeing Song Xuanhe's expression change from bewilderment to trance, the smile on his face changed little by little until it became a mixture of surprise and helplessness: "You don't know, do you? This time, Master Mai Fei'er's tea party is held in Y City, you should have an invitation."
Song Xuanhe was stunned for a few seconds, then he remembered that Louis seemed to have told him about this and gave him an invitation. He was very happy to know this, but many things happened later and he had forgotten about it. Now he has forgotten where he put the invitation.
But he remembered the time on the invitation, and Song Xuanhe replied calmly: "I know, tomorrow afternoon at three o'clock."
Hearing this, Feng Tong breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile: "I thought you had forgotten such an important thing."
Song Xuanhe: "Of course not."
After Feng Tong felt relieved, he asked him to sit down. After he sat down, he said, "The people attending the tea party this time should be no different from before. My teacher took me there once, and he decided to take me there this time. So we can meet at Master Mai Fei'er's house, but before that, you need to prepare some things."
"You should be ready, right?"
Song Xuanhe asked with a smile: "I haven't heard of anything I need to prepare before."
"I've already told you in the email I sent you." Feng Tong looked at him in disbelief: "You haven't read the email I sent you for so long, have you?"
"I've been busy lately." Song Xuanhe said, "Zhou Nan came to the United States and has various things to ask me every day. He recently broke up with his girlfriend and I don't know why he hates all electronic products. So I haven't used my computer, email, or phone recently. You should know that."
Feng Tong was half-believing and half-doubting, but he really couldn't contact Song Xuanhe through any electronic communication, so he found a way to find someone to contact Yang Jie, and then contacted Xiao Yuanmu through Yang Jie, and then Xiao Yuanmu notified Song Xuanhe, which led to this meeting.
Thinking of this, Feng Tong believed it again.
"What happened to Zhou Nan?"
Song Xuanhe remained calm, "He broke up with his first love. He came here to win her back, but unexpectedly they broke up completely. They probably broke up over the phone or email. Now he doesn't allow me to use any electronic devices, and he doesn't even allow me to use them."
Feng Tong frowned: "You are so miserable."
Song Xuanhe nodded in agreement, and the two changed the topic.
"Do you still remember Jiang Deyi?" Feng Tong asked him.
"certainly."
"This time, he will also attend Master Mai Fei'er's tea party." Feng Tong said, "Because his friend was invited and will bring him along. I think you should know his friend. His surname is Bai, and his name is Bai Mo."
Song Xuanhe raised his eyebrows: "Why did Bai Mo receive the invitation?"
"I don't know about that." Feng Tong said, "And I heard that Master Mai Fei'er is currently discussing cooperation with the heir of a jewelry tycoon in China. The heir may also be here this time."
Song Xuanhe looked at Feng Tong with a puzzled expression.
Feng Tong spread his hands and said with a smile: "I just thought that your family heirs might know each other, so I told you in advance."
"I don't think it's that simple." Song Xuanhe said with a smile.
"Okay." Feng Tong said, "I heard that the heir had been in the entertainment industry for a while and achieved considerable success."
Song Xuanhe's eyebrows jumped and he immediately thought of Xue Mian.
Feng Tong said helplessly: "I think you should know who it is."
"Thank you for your reminder." Song Xuanhe laughed: "But what did you say you needed to prepare?"
"Of course it's your design book." Feng Tong said, "You don't need many, just one or two designs will be enough. The benefits of Master Mai Fei'er's tea party to the participants depend on the participants' luck. As long as there is a master who sees your drawings and likes you, then you are——"
Feng Tong stretched out two fingers and made a V sign, then turned over and stood on the table like a human leg. He raised his other hand and placed it on his forehead, and made a jumping gesture with the two fingers making the inverted V sign, and instantly stepped on the hand on his forehead.
He raised his eyebrows: "One step to heaven."
Song Xuanhe laughed: "You also know that this possibility is almost non-existent, and I already have a teacher, I will not be someone else's student anymore."
Feng Tong shook his head: "I know from your design draft that you must have studied systematically. You may deceive outsiders by saying that you are gifted, but for people like us, we can almost see your skills at a glance. Of course, we can also see that you have a very good teacher, but you have to know that a teacher often means not only what he teaches you, but also what he can give you."
"Your teacher may be great and may have taught you a lot of the right things, but you have to admit that his position in the fashion industry can't bring you anything, Xuanhe, believe me, if you can be appreciated by some masters, your teacher will be proud of you."
Song Xuanhe burst into laughter, and seeing Feng Tong's puzzled expression, he shook his head with almost a bright smile.
If that serious and narcissistic old man knew that some people said that his "status in the fashion industry cannot bring anything to students" and "being appreciated by other masters would make him proud", I wonder if he would be like he did before when someone wanted to take him as an apprentice but he disagreed, and would jump up and down and show Feng Tong the invitations from various design brands inviting him to join and various awards that came from nowhere.
I wonder if he will intentionally take him to various fashion design events like he did before, pretending not to care but at the same time afraid that he can't see the awkwardness of his status in the design industry.
Thinking of the little old man, Song Xuanhe's smile softened.
If there was anyone in the original world that he still remembers, it was only the teacher who had gone to great lengths to build connections for him and even went to the trouble of losing face to get his friends and rivals to attend his fashion design debut.
Feng Tong was puzzled and asked Song Xuanhe: "What are you laughing at?"
"He won't be proud." Song Xuanhe said with a smile, "On the contrary, he would put on a stern face and tell me never to call him teacher again."
Feng Tong frowned, and Song Xuanhe continued: "Then he turned his back and scolded me for being heartless, telling me that he was already the best and there would be no better teacher than him."
Thinking of that scene, Song Xuanhe's smile became gentle, but there was a hint of sadness in his eyes.
Have you really decided to stay? 】The system asked.
[Xiao Yuanmu can't live without me.] Song Xuanhe curled his lips: [I believe my parents can understand me, and they have always had each other. Besides me, I have a senior brother as my teacher, but Xiao Yuanmu only has me. He is so pitiful, I can only stay with him. 】
The system was silent for a few seconds and said: [I told you before that if you choose to stay, you can choose something in the system store. When the day comes when you leave and decide to stay, you can choose it. 】
Song Xuanhe frowned. He didn't remember whether the system had said that he could choose things in the system store, but it was not too late to hear it now.
【Then we will say goodbye forever.】 There was a hint of sadness in the system's voice.
Song Xuanhe was stunned. He thought that in a few days, the voice that had always accompanied him in his mind would disappear. He felt a little melancholy in his heart.
[You are sad.] 】The system said:【Now that I see that you have feelings for me, I don't feel so sad anymore. 】
Will the system also be sad? Song Xuanhe asked: Don't you only have data? 】
Do you look down on data? 】The system said:【Is it not okay for me to have a sad data set? 】
Song Xuan was silent for a while, the corners of his mouth curled up as if to smile, but finally he pursed his lips.
Feng Tong saw the change in Song Xuanhe's expression and thought that he was unwilling to find another teacher when he was asked to do so, or that he was sad for his teacher because he was not successful. He suddenly felt a little guilty.
In any case, Song Xuanhe is just a kid who just graduated and is six or seven years younger than him. It is really not good to ask him to consider such realistic issues at this time and to imply that his teacher cannot bring him benefits.
Moreover, thinking about Song Xuanhe's family background and his boyfriend's family background, Feng Tong felt that he, a teacher who could pave the way for him, was not that important.
Thinking of this, Feng Tong's face showed a trace of apology, and he said: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean that. From your expression, I can see that you and your teacher have a deep relationship. I didn't think of this before and said those words to you. I apologize to you again and to your teacher. I'm really sorry."
"It's okay." Song Xuanhe came back to his senses and smiled, "I don't mind, and I believe my teacher won't mind either."
His teacher really wouldn't mind. He would just snort and scold Feng Tong for not recognizing his great talent, and then forget about it.
The little old man looks serious but is actually no different from a child. He has a very short memory and hates to hold grudges the most. He thinks hatred can affect a person's view of beauty, and he rejects anything that can affect his aesthetic taste.
"He is a little old man who likes to be jealous." Song Xuanhe said with a smile: "So it is better to forget about looking for other teachers."
Feng Tong nodded, Song Xuanhe smiled and continued: "But I will bring the design draft with me. After all, the focus of Master Mai Fei'er's tea party is communication, isn't it?"
"Yes." Feng Tong also smiled and said, "You can..."
Feng Tong's words were interrupted by Song Xuan and the ringing of his cell phone.
He glanced at the caller ID, a smile in his eyes, and stood up and said, "Sorry, I'll be back soon after I take a call."
Feng Tong nodded, watched him leave with an unconcealable smile on his face, and shook his head in amusement.
Love can really change a person.
Feng Tong still remembers how Song Xuanhe looked when he first met him, and also remembers the changes in Song Xuanhe after he broke up with Xiao Yuanmu. Seeing him again now, he seems very different from before.
He is looking forward to whether Song Xuanhe, who has experienced so many emotional changes, will have more surprises and inspirations in design.
Song Xuanhe didn't know what Feng Tong was thinking. The smile on his face when he answered the phone just now was no longer there.
"Sorry." Xiao Yuanmu's voice came, with fatigue and apology: "I have to go to Country F today. I will come back to have dinner with you tomorrow night."
Song Xuanhe looked out the window, took a deep breath, and said, "It's okay. I'll have dinner with Feng Tong later, too. You don't have to worry about me."
"Yeah." Xiao Yuanmu said, "I miss you so much."
"I miss you, too." Song Xuanhe said, "Remember to get some rest."
"I know."
Xiao Yuanmu wanted to say something, but Yang Jie's voice came over. He paused and said, "I have a meeting soon. See you tomorrow."
"good."
After hanging up the phone, Song Xuanhe stood there for a while before turning around and entering the coffee shop.
"Are you done chatting?" Feng Tong said with a smile, "I thought you two would spend a long time chatting as a couple. You've already ordered another plate of snacks."
Song Xuanhe smiled and said, "You can eat a few more dishes."
"Do I want you to go back early?" Feng Tong said sympathetically, "If you have something to do, you don't need to accompany me for dinner tonight. We can have dinner together tomorrow."
"It's okay." Song Xuanhe smiled.
Song Xuanhe and Feng Tong had a meal and then returned to the apartment alone.
Xiao Huang was waiting at home obediently. When he saw Song Xuanhe coming back, he excitedly wagged his tail and circled around him. After circling around him, he excitedly looked behind him. When he saw nothing, he wagged his tail slower.
Song Xuanhe rubbed his head and said, "He will be back tomorrow, don't worry."
Xiao Huang whimpered a few times, then returned to the sofa with his favorite ball in his mouth, lying down with his head facing the door, waiting silently.
Song Xuanhe read a book with it for a while, and then went back to the room to sleep on time at twelve o'clock.
Song Xuanhe covered himself with the quilt and closed his eyes, waiting for sleep to come.
However, he did not feel sleepy at all until the sky turned white.
This was the first time Song Xuanhe suffered from insomnia since coming into this world. From night to morning, he kept his eyes closed, but his mind was very clear.
The system could sense that Song Xuanhe was not asleep, but it saw that Song Xuanhe had no intention of talking to it and his emotions did not fluctuate much, so it did not speak.
After all, in ten days, it will be separated from Song Xuanhe forever. It is good to not talk to him now and let him get used to the life without it.
However, Song Xuanhe's silence only lasted until 6:36 in the morning. His voice suddenly rang out in the empty and quiet room, saying, "Is Xiao Yuanmu hiding something from me?"
Because it was not speaking in its head, the system did not react immediately. Three seconds later, it realized that it was the only one who could talk to Song Xuanhe, and then it replied: [I don't know. 】
"Use your data to analyze it." Song Xuanhe opened his eyes and said, "You have Xiao Yuanmu's information. Don't you think his current behavior is strange? He has never acted like this before."
The system hesitated: [What is this? ]
"He works overtime, comes home late, or doesn't come home at all, and is on a business trip. Even the time he calls me is shorter than before." Song Xuanhe finished speaking, frowning: "My intuition tells me that he is hiding something from me."
The system didn't speak.
Song Xuanhe asked: "Why don't you speak?"
[You said before that only women have the sixth sense. 】The system said:【How do you have it now? 】
Song Xuanhe: …
"This is something that people in love often have. It's not called the sixth sense, it's just a kind of intuition." Song Xuanhe said expressionlessly: "You will also have it when you fall in love, but unfortunately, you may never have it."
Faced with a sudden all-round attack, the system has a superior vocabulary, so it will never be speechless.
So it said: [I don't think that's the sixth sense, that's just wild imagination. People in love are more likely to have wild imaginations and worry about gains and losses. It's normal. 】
Song Xuanhe didn't listen to what the system said, but was thinking about Xiao Yuanmu's abnormal behavior during this period.
At the beginning, Song Xuanhe did not notice Xiao Yuanmu's abnormality. After all, he did have a lot of work to do, and he was often very busy when there was no backlog of work, let alone after resting for such a long time.
What Song Xuanhe found abnormal was not Xiao Yuanmu's busyness, but the fact that he spoke less and less.
Xiao Yuanmu has never been a talkative person. He is even a little silent in front of most people. However, in front of Song Xuanhe, he has always been more talkative than Song Xuanhe. Especially after Xiao Yuanmu's endless love words some time ago, he suddenly became less talkative. It would be strange if he didn't notice this gap.
Song Xuanhe didn't know why Xiao Yuanmu suddenly became less talkative, but he could feel that Xiao Yuanmu had been leaving home early and coming back late, or even not coming back at all, and he must be hiding something from him.
But he didn't know what Xiao Yuanmu was hiding.
[Why are you sure that Xiao Yuanmu hid it from you? 】The system is puzzled: 【Maybe he just has a lot of work. I can hack into all the systems of Xiao Yuanmu's company. He will indeed take his plane to Country F at night. He didn't lie to you. 】
"I'm not saying he lied to me." Song Xuanhe frowned.
What is that? 】The system searched the database for conflicts and troubles that men and women in love might have, and then asked: {Do you think he doesn't love you anymore? 】
"No." Song Xuanhe said calmly and firmly: "It's impossible for him to like someone other than me, and it's impossible for him not to like me either."
[Don't forget.] 】The system reminded: 【This is a world in a book. In this book, Xiao Yuanmu has seven suitors. Although the author has stopped updating, it always proves that the protagonist of this book has feelings. 】
Song Xuanhe raised his eyebrows and said, "I found a very strange problem."
[About Xiao Yuanmu?]
"About you." Song Xuanhe said, "When I firmly chose to leave this world and return to my own world, you always hoped that I would stay in this world. After I chose to stay, you now seem to be belittling this world and hope that I will return to my original world."
【I don't. 】The system denied:【Don't accuse me. 】
Song Xuanhe sneered, and the meaning was self-evident.
The system was silent for a few seconds, then admitted: [Okay, I do, but I just hope you make a decision that you will never regret, because once you make a decision, there will be no chance to change it. 】
[If you choose to stay, will you regret it? 】The system asked.
"Won't."
Song Xuanhe got up, sat on the edge of the bed and looked out the floor-to-ceiling window at the orange-yellow skyline that appeared between the clouds and the blue sky. There was a ball of warm yellow slowly rising, allowing light and warmth to penetrate the dark blue clouds and shine through.
"I never regret the decisions I made." Song Xuanhe curled his lips, the not-so-bright light fell on his curled eyelashes, and then fell into his eyes from the gaps between his eyelashes, the broken light was dazzling, he smiled and said: "He deserves it."
The system fell silent, and watched the sun rise slowly with Song Xuanhe.
When the sun shines on the earth, the system asks: [What do you like about him? 】
Song Xuanhe thought for a while and shook his head: "There are many things, but it's hard to say them out loud. What I like most is probably that I can trust you unconditionally."
[Since you trust him, why don't you just ask him what he's hiding from you? 】
Song Xuanhe was stunned, and the system continued: [Since you trust him and he trusts you too, if you have any questions, why don't you ask him directly? 】
Song Xuanhe suddenly realized that Xiao Yuanmu had said before that there was something he wanted to tell him. Maybe that thing was related to his recent abnormality?
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