Xiao Yuanmu left.
He left behind the key to the apartment and a jade pendant.
Song Xuanhe was getting dressed at the time. He dragged his suitcase out and pulled Song Xuanhe's hand, which was tying the belt. Before he could get angry, he tied the jade pendant with an ugly hand-woven rope on his wrist and said lightly, "There is no time to buy a ring. Although this jade pendant is not very meaningful, it can only be used as a substitute for the time being."
Song Xuanhe's eyes fell on the jade pendant hanging from his wrist, his gaze lingering on the word "Xiao". When he heard Xiao Yuanmu's words, he was stunned for a moment, then his pupils trembled slightly, and he took off the jade pendant without hesitation.
Xiao Yuanmu didn't say it, but he knew what this jade pendant meant to the Xiao family.
In the book, Xiao Yuanmu did not give this jade pendant to anyone. Even if this jade pendant was given to someone else in the future, it should be given to one of the seven men in the book, but definitely not to him.
"Take it off, and we'll finish what we just didn't finish." Xiao Yuanmu's tone was indifferent, but his dark eyes were shining, as if he was looking forward to the moment when he took off the jade pendant. He reminded him, "The ticket can be changed."
Song Xuanhe paused in unbuttoning the jade pendant, then picked it up and examined it carefully. When he saw the word "Xiao" on it, he said casually, "This jade pendant is very valuable, and it also has your surname engraved on it. It must be very important to you and have a special meaning to you."
In the book, the reason why the Xiao family was able to recognize and confirm Xiao Yuanmu and announce his identity so quickly was because of this jade pendant that the Xiao family members prepared before he was born. If Xiao Yuanmu did not carry this jade pendant with him, the difficulty of recognizing him by the Xiao family would definitely increase greatly.
"Important." Xiao Yuanmu raised his hand, waved his cufflinks in front of Song Xuanhe's eyes, and said, "The meaning is the same as your cufflinks."
Song Xuanhe frowned: "What do you mean?"
Xiao Yuanmu: "Replace the existence of the ring."
Song Xuanhe raised his hand to untie the jade pendant. Xiao Yuanmu chuckled, took a step forward, held him in his arms, and rested his chin on his shoulder, "Let me hold you for a while."
Two minutes later, he let go of him when the doorbell rang. His clear voice was a little hoarse: "I'm leaving."
When Yang Jie came in and saw Song Xuanhe, he was startled. He nodded to him as a greeting, then took the light-looking suitcase from Xiao Yuanmu's hand and waited outside the door.
Xiao Yuanmu kissed the corner of his mouth: "Wait for me."
Song Xuanhe watched them enter the elevator together, then stood on the balcony, watching the elongated lights of the vehicles at the bottom of the building slowly drive out of his sight, then turned around and prepared to leave.
The moment he turned around, Song Xuanhe received a text message from an unfamiliar number on his mobile phone: Yesterday was Brother Xiao's birthday, and he seemed very happy. I thought you didn't care about him at all and would not prepare a gift for him. Now it seems that I misunderstood. I have always treated you badly before. I apologize to you, and thank you.
Song Xuanhe was stunned and his eyes fell on the mobile phone screen: 01:02, January 17th.
It turns out that Xiao Yuanmu's birthday is January 16th.
Song Xuanhe's gaze moved from the mobile phone to the jade pendant on his wrist, and then moved again to the cuffs that were temporarily loose because there were no cufflinks. The gift in Yang Jie's mouth was probably the pair of cufflinks taken away by Xiao Yuanmu.
Unable to explain what he felt, Song Xuanhe sighed in an ambiguous tone and said in a low voice, "What is this?"
He did not take the key to Xiao Yuanmu's apartment, and did not take off the jade pendant on his wrist until he returned to his own apartment.
Time passed in the blink of an eye. Before the thin snow melted, goose-feather-sized snowflakes were already floating lightly in the air.
There was gentle piano music playing in the cafe. Even though you couldn't see the crowd clearly through the floor-to-ceiling windows on the upper floors, you could still feel the joy of the upcoming New Year from the crowds that were crowded because of the holiday.
Song Xuanhe was boredly flipping through the financial magazine at hand, page after page, but his eyes never stayed on the page for a second. His eyes wandered as if he was thinking or just daydreaming.
The waiter's low greeting was very faint in the quiet coffee shop, but Song Xuanhe looked up at the person who was approaching, and said with a slight smile: "Zhou Nan said that something was wrong with you recently, and he insisted that I ask you out to talk it over. It seems that he didn't make a big deal out of it."
The faint smile on Xiao Shenglin's face deepened, and he said in a gentle voice: "In fact, he was too nervous. It was just a small matter at home. I didn't expect that he would call you out today on New Year's Eve."
"It's just a minor event." Song Xuanhe leaned back in his chair, glanced at Xiao Shenglin, and the smile on his face faded a little: "Is your family's situation serious?"
Xiao Shenglin was startled, then shook his head and smiled: "It's really nothing, I can handle it, you are my friends, if you need help I will mention it."
"I've never seen you have dark circles under your eyes before." Song Xuanhe frowned, "You have to endure for at least half a month to have these. Xiao Yuanmu also endured for such a long time before and didn't have dark circles under his eyes. He just lost a little weight."
"This is the first time I heard you mention Xiao Yuanmu." Xiao Shenglin smiled, then looked at Song Xuanhe with some concern and said, "I heard that he went to work in the United States. You..."
"Yes, I went there half a month ago." Song Xuanhe nodded and said nonchalantly, "Song Guochao found out the next day. He almost put up a banner in the company to show his happiness, but when he came to his senses, he was not so happy anymore. He was afraid that I would suddenly decide to focus on work without my boyfriend who always kept me occupied. So a few days ago, I ran into a young male model who got my number without even saying a word."
Xiao Shenglin frowned and opened his mouth. It was not appropriate to talk about the affairs of his friends and elders, so he changed the subject: "Feng Tong contacted me this morning. He said that you did not reply to his email, so he asked me to remind you to check the email."
Song Xuanhe raised his eyebrows and said, "I'll go check it out when I get back. I heard that he plans to set up an independent studio?"
"Yes." Xiao Shenglin said, "He went back this time to prepare his own studio. He will set up his own original brand and hopes to work with you."
Song Xuanhe smiled and said, "If he opens a studio, there should be many people willing to work for him. I have never produced any finished designs. I am very happy that he thought of me."
Hearing Song Xuanhe's hidden refusal, Xiao Shenglin smiled and said, "This matter requires you to have a face-to-face meeting with Feng Tong. He has always admired you and even thinks that your talent is better than his. You are just belittling yourself by saying that."
Song Xuanhe nodded and raised his lips without any modesty: "Of course I am good, but I have no intention of entering other people's studios for the time being. However, I will reply to him personally about this matter. Thank you."
Xiao Shenglin drank a sip of hot cocoa: "We are friends, no need to thank you."
Song Xuanhe sat up straight, his eyes falling on his mug: "This is the first time I see you drink something so sweet."
"When it's cold, I want to drink something sweet."
Song Xuanhe bent his eyes, and felt a little heavy in his heart when he thought about the time when Xiao Shenglin would have a car accident, but his face showed no emotion: "Zhou Nan said that there is no one at your home. He will stay at your house for a few days after spending New Year's Eve at home. How about me?"
"Of course I don't mind, but your family..."
"Song Guochao and I hate each other. Only if I don't bring him home can he have a good New Year." Song Xuanhe knew what he was going to say and smiled, "It's OK as long as you don't mind."
Xiao Shenglin: "Then I'll go back and ask someone to clean up an extra room."
The snow outside the window gradually stopped, and the whole place was covered in white and looked exceptionally clean. Song Xuanhe looked out the window and seemed to sigh: "I didn't expect a year to pass so quickly."
"Time always passes quickly." Xiao Shenglin lowered his eyes and smiled, "But it seems that more things happened this year than in previous years."
"Yes." Song Xuanhe retracted his gaze, thinking of Lu Chao's funeral a few days ago, and said lightly: "Some are happy and some are sad."
Xiao Shenglin also thought of this matter and said calmly: "Lv Jiaming has completely cleared Lv Yue, but this matter seems not to be over yet. I heard that someone who raced with Lv Chao at the time accepted Lu Yue's bribe and made Lv Chao drink, but this matter has not been investigated yet. I don't know how the Lu family will deal with it."
"What can we do?" Song Xuanhe sneered, his voice without any extra emotion: "The Lu family only has two male heirs. One died and the other is left. Even if we know that the other one died because of the remaining one, we can't just cut off the family line. Besides, Lu Yue and his mother are cruel enough. I guess the mistress of the Lu family will be replaced in a while."
Xiao Shenglin nodded, then curved his lips and said, "But this is none of our business. Zhou Nan said that we will go skiing in Baishan on the eighth day of the first lunar month and stay at his mountain resort for a few days. Are you going to start working on the eighth day of the first lunar month? If not, you can go with us."
"It's really none of our business." Song Xuanhe nodded and took up Xiao Shenglin's next topic: "Song's will indeed start working on the eighth day of the first lunar month, but it's none of my business. I'll go with you guys then."
"There is one more thing." Xiao Shenglin's smile faded, and he said, "Ran Ran will come with us when we go to Baishan, but she probably won't live with us, so I just want to tell you in advance."
Song Xuanhe asked in surprise: "The eighth day of the first lunar month?"
Xiao Shenglin nodded: "Yes."
"I remember that the tenth day was Xiao Bocong's coming-of-age party—" Song Xuanhe frowned suddenly: "Uncle Xiao is not going? Didn't he say before that everyone in the Xiao family would attend?"
"Uncle Xiao has been suspended." Everyone will hear the news in a while, so Xiao Shenglin did not hide it and said directly: "So Uncle may come to China to rest for a while. Ran Ran happens to be on vacation, so she may come with us."
Song Xuanhe's eyes flashed with understanding. It seemed that Xiao Shenglin's busyness and low mood during this period were related to this incident. However... Xiao Shenglin died in a car accident during this period. So was his car accident an accident, or was it man-made and related to this incident?
Seeing Song Xuanhe was thoughtful, Xiao Shenglin asked, "What are you thinking about?"
"Nothing." Song Xuanhe curled his lips and said casually, "I just suddenly thought of the Lu family's affairs. The end of the year is approaching and things are getting more complicated. A small family like the Lu family is so scheming that it has caused deaths. It's not surprising that Uncle Xiao was temporarily suspended. But the person who can make this happen should have a backup plan. In this case, it's good for Uncle Xiao to take a rest for a while."
Xiao Shenglin was stunned for a moment, and something flashed across his eyes.
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