"What did they say?"
Jiang Que looked at the road ahead, opened his mouth, then closed it again, opened his mouth again, and closed it again. After hesitating several times, he suddenly stopped answering and asked, "Why is Douzi in this group?"
Song Yecheng didn't understand the purpose of this question, so he said truthfully, "He is the administrator of this group?"
Jiang Que said "Oh" without looking away, and it was unclear what he was thinking. After a moment, he asked as if to confirm, "Is it that... 'The Pea Under the Twelve Quilts of Song Yecheng'?"
"Yes." Song Yecheng laughed.
This is indeed Douzi's nickname. Because of this nickname that seems like a second-year syndrome, he once complained about Douzi's bad taste, so he was left with a deep impression.
Hearing Jiang Que's question, Song Yecheng's first reaction was that Douzi had said something he shouldn't have in the group chat. But then he thought, Douzi wasn't such an unreliable person, and it was unlikely that he would casually say anything in the fan group. He couldn't help but wonder, "What's wrong with him?"
Jiang Que's expression became a little strange. It was hard to say what was strange about it. If I had to describe it, it seemed like he had the "so that's it" look as if he had solved a long-standing mystery.
Song Yecheng waited for a moment, bewildered. Just as he was about to ask further questions, Jiang Que chuckled as if remembering something funny. "I've joined this group before."
"Have you ever joined a fan group?"
Although he already knew that he was his fan, Song Yecheng was still surprised to hear this.
Jiang Que had always been a low-key and reserved person, definitely not the type to join in the fun. Song Yecheng simply couldn't imagine him participating in a group chat. But precisely because of this, Song Yecheng felt a secret joy alongside his disbelief, like learning that someone who never eats sweets had learned to make fondant cakes for him.
But this joy was quickly dampened because he suddenly realized, "'Before?' What happened later?"
Jiang Que glanced at him and said awkwardly, "Then... I was kicked out by 'The Pea Under the Twelve Quilts of Song Yecheng'."
After hearing this, Song Yecheng finally understood why he had that expression as if he had solved a mystery. Could it be that when he was kicked, he had no idea who this person was, and only found out the other person's identity today by accident?
"Why did he kick you?" Song Yecheng wondered.
Jiang Que recalled, "When I first joined... he @ me and told me to change the group name card according to the format."
Nowadays, there are actually no strict regulations on the unified nickname format in this group, but this "custom" did exist for a long time in the past. Douzi's middle school nickname is a relic of that time.
Song Yecheng guessed: "You didn't change it?"
"I changed it," Jiang Que continued. "I was in class at the time and took a quick look at the list. I noticed everyone was using the format 'Song Yecheng xxx', so I just randomly named one."
Song Yecheng became interested: "What did you name it?"
Jiang Que pursed his lips shyly and said, "Song Yecheng's crazy fan."
"Pfft," Song Yecheng couldn't help but laugh out loud. He really didn't expect him to come up with such a strange nickname. With a trembling laugh, he asked, "And then?"
Jiang Que said depressedly: "Then after class I found out that he had kicked me out."
"Huh?" This sudden plot twist left Song Yecheng stunned. "That's not the case, is it? Is Douzi that strict?"
Although the original meaning of "brainless fan" is not a compliment, if used to refer to oneself, it is obviously an exaggerated way for fans to express their love. Douzi has been in the fan circle for so long that he must understand this. Why would he take it too seriously and kick someone out of the group because of such a thing?
"No," Jiang Que explained, "It's not his problem."
"?" Song Yecheng didn't understand.
Jiang Que glanced at him, looking a little embarrassed: "I accidentally omitted a word."
Song Yecheng was stunned for half a second, then burst into earth-shaking laughter. He pressed his palm on the horn in the middle of the steering wheel, and a long "beep beep" sounded like a groundhog's scream.
Jiang Que also laughed.
This was one of the few embarrassing things that happened to him since he was a child. He had never mentioned it to anyone before, and he never thought that one day he would tell it to the person who actually did it.
This feeling is actually quite wonderful, just like what the rose on the distant planet told the little prince: "Did you know that when I was a seed, I was treated as gravel and thrown out of your rice jar?"
Ten minutes later, the two finally arrived at the airport.
The airport business is not busy on weekdays. When the car drives into the parking lot, you can see a lot of empty spaces waiting for you.
Song Yecheng originally wanted to show off his superb reversing skills, but he didn't expect the parking lot to be so empty that the difficulty level was only entry-level, and there was no room for him to show off at all. So he had to give up and backed the car into the parking space in a very standard way.
After the car stopped and turned off, Jiang Que turned around and was about to speak when he saw Song Yecheng pick up his phone without hesitation: "Let me see what the picture is."
After the joke just now, Jiang Que had already forgotten about this matter. Unexpectedly, Song Yecheng was still thinking about it and was not fooled at all.
It would be too deliberate to obstruct him at this time, so Jiang Que had no choice but to sit there, watching Song Yecheng unlock his phone, watching him click on the picture, watching him... his expression became weird little by little.
In the screenshot, a group vote is clearly displayed in the group chat dialog box:
[Who do you think has the best CP feeling with Leslie Cheung among those who have taken photos with him so far? ]
There were dozens of alternative answers, almost listing everyone who had taken photos with Song Yecheng. The final voting results showed that "Bai Ye Ling" had the most votes, accounting for 96%.
Below the voting results, there are closing remarks from the voting initiator and several fans:
[Liangcheng Beautiful March Day: Hahahahahahaha! I knew that the sisters all had the same taste in choosing people! ]
Chengye Shengge: No, no, if you look at all the group photos together, you'll see that it was actually Brother who chose them—besides Teacher Bai, whose group photos did Brother take manually? Who else did Brother actively hug over the shoulder? Who else has made Brother smile so radiantly? Who else!?
[Little Rice on the Earlobe: Hahahahaha, sister, you've got the truth! Now when I look at that photo, I think there's two words written on Brother and Teacher Bai's faces - a perfect match!]
As the saying goes, curiosity kills the cat. After reading the entire screenshot, Song Yecheng finally understood why Jiang Que was blushing before.
In fact, he has experienced at least eight hundred such matchmakings over the years and has become so accustomed to them that he is almost numb to them. He usually just laughs it off and doesn't even bother to raise his eyebrows.
However, this time the protagonist was Jiang Que, and the feeling in his heart became inexplicably subtle. Those "picture-based statements" that he would never take seriously suddenly seemed convincing. Even the word "matched" that was obviously a joke seemed to be selected and enlarged by an invisible mouse, and the font quickly changed from a mini size 5 to an extra large bold size 1.
What's more... the person in question was sitting next to him at this moment, and had read the entire picture just like him. The fact that they both knew the situation made the atmosphere in the car change quietly.
Is it embarrassing?
A little bit.
But if one person is embarrassed, it is just embarrassing. But if two people are embarrassed together, it is as if a wonderful chemical reaction has occurred, giving rise to some kind of indescribable and obscure atmosphere.
Song Yecheng stared at the screen of his mobile phone with his mind racing. After a long while, until the screen automatically dimmed and his vision was no longer focused, he finally turned his head to look at the side beside him.
Their eyes met silently in the small space in the front row, like citric acid meeting baking soda, silently stirring up ripples in the air.
Jiang Que thought he was going to say something, so he waited silently for him to speak, but Song Yecheng just looked at him without saying a word, and the silence continued this close eye contact.
He could have simply said, "This is a common thing in the fan circle, it's all a joke, don't take it seriously." But for some reason, at this moment he didn't want to explain anything and just wanted to let the misunderstanding grow freely without taking any action.
The ripples in the air slowly spread out, reaching the walls of the carriage, and then lingered back and forth, enveloping all the emotions that can only be understood but not expressed in words, and spreading to every corner.
In fact, it was only half a minute, but it felt like half a century.
Finally, when the atmosphere reached a critical point, the two people who had been looking at each other in silence suddenly laughed at the same time.
This smile was not an awkward avoidance, nor was it a cover-up to get away with it. It was more like an unspoken understanding, tacitly hiding some secrets known only to heaven and earth, you and me, deep in the heart.
Song Yecheng glanced at the center console display screen and found that it was already late, so he said, "Let's go, it's time to check in."
As he said that, he unbuckled his seatbelt and was about to get out of the car. Jiang Que quickly stopped him and asked, "Hey, where are you going?"
"I'll take you inside."
Jiang Que asked in surprise, "Can you get out after you go in? The airport could be surrounded by passersby alone, right?"
Song Yecheng was stunned, and then he couldn't help but think that it was a bad idea - he had been used to the comfort after staying in that broken villa for too long. He even forgot to disguise himself before rushing out this morning. If he had just entered the airport so openly, he would probably be stuck and unable to come back.
After thinking about it, he could only ask uncertainly: "Then can you do it yourself?"
Jiang Que inexplicably heard a hint of worry in his tone and couldn't help but laugh: "I'm not a child, right?"
Song Yecheng turned his phone around, hesitated for a moment, and then said angrily: "...Okay, then let me know when you land?"
Jiang Que nodded, unbuckled his seat belt, pulled the door handle and unlocked the car with a click.
However, he had just opened the door a crack and hadn't even had time to step out when Song Yecheng suddenly grabbed his other wrist and said, "Wait a minute."
Jiang Que paused and turned around in confusion, only to see Song Yecheng, who seemed to have thought of something, with a rather serious expression: "Well... I'm not very good at raising cats."
This sentence that came out of nowhere was completely incomprehensible. Jiang Que didn't understand what he wanted to express for a moment.
Moreover, this statement itself is very strange, because anyone who has been a fan of Song Yecheng must know that he once raised a British shorthair named "Gray Hair", and raised it from the time it was one month old until it died, a total of more than ten years. He said that he couldn't raise a cat, which is just like a chef saying that he couldn't cook.
Song Yecheng probably realized that what he said sounded a bit nonsense, so he quickly added: "The one I raised before had a very good temper."
Jiang Que nodded slowly, not quite understanding, but his face actually said: so?
Song Yecheng said, "But Baimao doesn't look easy to mess with. What if he gets angry and refuses to eat?"
As soon as he said this, Jiang Que seemed to understand what he meant - it was really troublesome to ship the pet back and forth, so this time he left Baimao at the villa, thinking that with Song Yecheng taking care of him, nothing should go wrong.
But now it seems that Song Yecheng is not so sure about this matter.
Jiang Que couldn't help but laugh: "No, it's a wild cat. Even if it has a bad temper, it won't let itself starve."
Song Yecheng choked, seemingly at a loss for words. After a moment, he suddenly frowned and said, "But what if? What if it gets angry and goes on a hunger strike?"
This almost sounded absurd, and Jiang Que felt a ball of black lines on his forehead. "...Why is it angry?"
"Because you usually feed it," Song Yecheng said confidently, "of course it will be angry if someone suddenly changes its owner."
Jiang Que: “…”
Song Yecheng didn't care about his reaction. He patted the back of his hand like an old cadre and said, "So, don't stay too long when you go back. Come back as soon as you finish recording, okay?"
Jiang Que's delayed reaction arc finally "clicked" and he finally understood what his focus was. However, he never expected that such a small matter would be worth laying out for so long. After he realized it, he was at a loss whether to laugh or cry.
However, Song Yecheng had no idea that he had made a poor excuse. Seeing Jiang Que's blank silence, he raised his eyebrows as if to urge him: "Hmm? Did you hear that?"
Jiang Que finally admitted defeat and nodded with a smile: "I understand."
Song Yecheng raised his lips as if satisfied: "Okay, then go ahead."
Jiang Que turned around and pushed open the door helplessly and amusedly. When he stepped out of the car, his wrist slipped away from Song Yecheng's palm, and his sleeve was accidentally rubbed by his fingers.
At this moment, Song Yecheng's attention was suddenly attracted by something on his wrist.
It was a wristwatch.
Unlike the most common disc mechanical watches or quartz watches, it is a narrow electronic watch made of black soft rubber, similar to a sports bracelet.
Of course, if it were just an electronic watch, there wouldn't be anything surprising. What's really strange is the string of numbers on the dial:
197:16:36:24
This string of numbers that was obviously different from ordinary timekeeping immediately caught Song Yecheng's attention. In the short two seconds that he stared at the dial, the 24 at the end of the string of numbers jumped twice, from 24 to 23, and then to 22.
This is actually... a countdown?
At this time, Jiang Que had already gotten out of the car, closed the door, and went to the trunk to get his luggage.
When he walked around to the other side and passed by the car window, Song Yecheng lowered the window and said goodbye to him. Then he watched his back gradually go away until he disappeared. Only then did he finally look away, and his thoughts returned to the watch again.
Because it was cold, everyone wore long sleeves and no one showed their wrists. This was the first time Song Yecheng discovered that he was wearing such a watch in his sleeve.
Wearing a watch is not uncommon, but why is it a countdown?
Song Yecheng recalled the string of numbers again:
197:16:36:24
If the last 24 is seconds, the first 36 is minutes, and the first 16 is hours, then what is the first 197? Days?
As if some kind of inspiration had come to him, Song Yecheng picked up his mobile phone and downloaded an APP for calculating anniversaries. He clicked on it and selected the current time as the starting time. Then he entered the string of numbers as "197 days, 16 hours, 36 minutes and 24 seconds" and pressed the calculation button.
The next second, a target date appeared on the screen:
November 14, 2020.
Song Yecheng stared at this date which was neither a village nor a shop nor a festival, and frowned in confusion.
November 14th?
Why did Jiang Que remember this day, and use a countdown method?
You know, countdown usually represents a reminder or expectation, which means the importance of the target time. Setting it on a watch close to the body is even more unusual, as if he doesn't care what day it is, but only cares how long it will take for that day to arrive.
Why?
Could it be that this day has some extremely special meaning to Jiang Que?
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