Even though he already knew that Zhou Rong would come to see him, Song Xuanhe did not expect Zhou Rong to come so soon. Song Jiani had just told him to be careful of Zhou Rong yesterday, but Zhou Rong called him early this morning.
When the phone rang, Song Xuanhe seemed to be blind to the caller ID note, and spoke in a lazy voice, as if he had just woken up: "Who?"
The person on the other end of the phone paused for a moment before smiling and saying, "Brother, I've only been out for half a year. How come I can't even have the right to have caller ID?"
Song Xuanhe said impatiently, "Say your name."
The cheerful voice on the other side was a little deeper, but still with a smile: "It's me, Zhou Rong."
Song Xuanhe rubbed his eyes, which were watery from yawning, expressionlessly, and said in a light tone: "Zhou Rong?"
"Yes." Zhou Rong laughed, and then it faded away: "I came back from being outside for a while and found that there were too many changes, and Chao'er also... After I came back, I couldn't find anyone I knew, so I could only ask you out for a drink. Are you free tonight? Let's go out for a drink together."
"Okay." Song Xuanhe agreed readily, but his face showed no expression: "You pick a place and tell me the time."
"Brotherly enough." Zhou Rong laughed heartily: "You are the only brother I have left in this capital. Let's not go home until we are drunk tonight."
Song Xuanhe: "Remember to send the address to my phone."
After hanging up the phone, Song Xuanhe yawned again, then went downstairs with a sleepy look on his face. He looked around the kitchen and found that there was nothing in the refrigerator except fruits and a few bottles of drinks. Those drinks were bought by Xiao Yuanmu when he was here. Song Xuanhe glanced around casually, took an apple, washed it, took a bite, and sat at the dining table to relax.
After a few minutes, his mind gradually became clear. However, before he could figure out how to counter Zhou Rong's moves, the image of Xiao Yuanmu sitting opposite him and eating leisurely suddenly appeared in front of him.
The way Xiao Yuanmu ate was very consistent with his personality; he ate slowly and without much expression. Song Xuanhe could never tell from his face whether the food he swallowed was delicious or not. When he ate, it was as if there were measuring scales on his chopsticks. He would only take that much at a time, never more or less.
At that time, Song Xuanhe would occasionally be distracted while eating. He heard that many chefs did not like to eat the food they cooked because they felt full during the cooking process. Was Xiao Yuanmu also one of them? Otherwise, why had he never been seen eating a few more chopsticks of food? Moreover, he liked to watch him eat after he finished eating, as if as a chef, he was satisfied just by watching others eat.
But Song Xuanhe didn't quite believe it. After all, in his opinion, Xiao Yuanmu should not be a person who would get a sense of accomplishment through the satisfaction of others.
At that time, he was very curious about whether the protagonist in the book would be different from the one in the book if he became a real human being in reality. Curiosity made him gradually and consciously begin to observe Xiao Yuanmu's every move, from his posture when eating to his usual reading and working. As he watched, he unknowingly discovered many small habits of Xiao Yuanmu that were difficult for others to notice.
For example, he hates eating fish and does not like to prepare fish. Every time he cooks fish, he moves about three centimeters away from the cooking table than usual, and he never eats the fish he cooks. But he likes to eat vegetables very much. He likes any vegetables, and even bitter gourd can make him eat it with relish, and he eats two more mouthfuls than when he eats meat.
For example, when he reads a book, he habitually strokes the pages gently with one hand. The slower the movement, the more seriously he reads the book.
For example, when he is happy, his eyes will light up, as if they are filled with stars. Even if he doesn't smile, Song Xuanhe can tell that he is very happy now.
For example, he is inexplicably disliked by small animals, but he himself loves small animals very much. The little puppy he picked up at the door of the welfare home has now followed him to the United States.
For example, when he is unhappy, his jaw will tighten a little, when he is angry, his Adam's apple will slide gently, when he is impatient he likes to tap things with his fingers, when he is sad he will especially not like to talk to people, and also... he is too concerned about his reputation to suffer in life, and even if he is unwell and sweating, he will not reveal anything to outsiders.
It was only after Xiao Yuanmu left that Song Xuanhe suddenly realized that he already knew Xiao Yuanmu so well.
[You are really going to meet Zhou Rong later!] 】The system's voice suddenly sounded, interrupting Song Xuanhe's thoughts: [In fact, you don't have to follow the original plot for this kind of situation. You can completely avoid it this time and find another time to prepare and ask him out. As long as you meet, this plot can be considered completed. 】
Song Xuan ate half of the apple and raised his eyebrows in surprise: "This is the first time I've heard you advise me not to follow the plot."
[You are my host, so of course I have to consider your safety. 】The system said:【Besides, your mission will be completed soon, there is no need to take such a risk. 】
"Zhou Rong has been thinking about me, so it would be risky if I don't go." Song Xuanhe ate the apple in a few bites and threw it into the trash can, saying, "Besides, I want to live freely in my last days in this world. How can I feel at ease if he doesn't handle it well?"
The system was still a little worried after hearing this, and said: [Since you completed your main mission, my main consciousness has always entered sleep mode. I'm afraid that I won't be able to save you in time. 】
"Don't worry." Song Xuanhe smiled: "I will be fine."
It is now the end of June and we are about to enter July. The pedestrians on the street are wearing fewer and fewer clothes. Some little girls who are not afraid of the cold have started wearing shorts and skirts.
Song Xuanhe was walking slowly on the street. When he saw someone waving at him at the corner, he stopped and then waved back perfunctorily.
"You look like you don't welcome me." Guan Zhi crossed his arms and said, "Don't forget that you said you would take me out to eat. I finally got a break from school to come to China. Do you still want to break your promise?"
"Will you come out if I break my promise?"
Song Xuanhe had originally planned to go to the studio and then meet Zhou Rong, but just as he left the house, he received a call from Guan Zhi. When he heard that he had come to China and wanted him to accompany him to the alley to find something to eat, he wanted to hang up directly, but he didn't know how Guan Zhi knew about his opening a studio, and she actually said to wait for him at the studio door.
In order to avoid exposing the studio's affairs at the Song family before the fashion week began, Song Xuanhe had no choice but to agree reluctantly.
"What's that expression on your face?" Guan Zhi snorted coldly, "If you don't want to accompany me, there are many people who can accompany me. Do you think that I must have you?"
Song Xuanhe raised his hand and rubbed his head, then pulled him forward: "Let's go, little guy."
Guan Zhi was stunned for a moment, then he jumped up in anger and tried to hit Song Xuanhe's head. However, he seemed to have eyes behind his back and said, "The food at that old lady's place is all freshly made. As you get older, you don't have enough energy. If you go too late, it will be gone. Hurry up and catch up."
"Who are you calling short?" Guan Zhi caught up with Song Xuanhe in a few strides. "I'm still growing taller now. I won't need to wait until next year. I'll be taller than you in a few months."
Song Xuanhe squinted his eyes and said, "Well, you are still growing at the age of 19. You are growing really fast."
Guan Zhi paused and rushed forward to beat him.
Song Xuanhe grabbed his fist and said with a faint smile: "The old lady's stall is in front. There are only a few bowls of tofu pudding on her table. It will be too late if you don't go over."
Guan Zhi looked in the direction and saw that there were indeed a few people queuing over there. He left Song Xuanhe and quickly walked to the back to queue up.
What Song Xuanhe said was true. The old lady's tofu pudding was all freshly made, and the seasonings and the sweet and salty dishes were also served in measured quantities. When they went over, there were only four bowls left, and there happened to be only three people queuing in front of Guan Zhi, so he was able to buy the last bowl.
However, when it was his turn, the kind-looking old lady said, "Young man, we have run out of tofu pudding today. Come back tomorrow and I will leave you a bowl tomorrow."
Guan Zhi sniffed the rich aroma of soy milk, stared at the remaining tofu pudding on the table, and said, "Grandma, there's still a bowl over there."
"That bowl is what I saved for my old man." The old man smiled and said, "I always save the last bowl of every day for him. This is your first time here, regular customers know this rule."
Guan Zhi turned to look at Song Xuanhe, who shrugged: "I don't know."
"Okay then." Guan Zhi turned around disappointedly and said, "Thank you, I'll come again tomorrow."
The old lady smiled and called them over, handed them two cups of soy milk, and said with a smile: "Have a cup of soy milk, grandma will save one for you tomorrow."
Guan Zhi took it and said thank you. The disappointment on his face eased a little. He drank a sip of the soy milk and found it had a rich soy aroma and a mellow taste, which made him happy again.
Seeing his face change faster than the sky, Song Xuanhe sneered, thinking that he was still a child, then looked at his watch and said, "I've fulfilled my promise to take you to eat tofu pudding. I have something else to do, so I'll leave first."
"No." Guan Zhi held him back. Seeing Song Xuanhe turned around, the corners of his mouth moved. After a few seconds, he managed to say, "I didn't get to eat the tofu pudding, so it doesn't count. If you eat with me after get off work every day during this period, I'll consider it as fulfilling your promise."
Song Xuanhe rolled his eyes at him and shook off his hand: "You know the place. You can come by yourself tomorrow."
"Of course it's different." Guan Zhi followed him closely: "Besides tofu pudding, there are other things. Take me to try everything you mentioned before."
Song Xuanhe paused and turned to look at him with a probing look in his eyes: "You are pestering me so much, are you secretly in love with me?"
Guan Zhi paused for a moment, then her cheeks flushed red, her head almost steamed, and she raised her voice and said, "How could I have a crush on you!"
Song Xuanhe curled his lips and nodded: "Then don't follow me, or I will think you have a crush on me."
Watching Song Xuanhe disappear into the crowd, Guan Zhi gritted his teeth, his expression changing from time to time, but in the end he followed him.
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