Fairytale Shelf Life [MTL]

Ch 43

Chapter 43 

Chen Yan finally failed to catch up with Song Zhi.

When he came out, there was no trace of the girl on the street, and he didn't know if she left in a car, or walked to another street along the road.

It was late at night, and Chen Yan was worried that she would leave alone with a girl, so she dialed her number without hesitation.

Good news, the phone can be dialed.

The bad news was ruthlessly rejected by her.

Chen Yan dialed again, twice in three minutes. This time, there was no "beep" sound, and it was the cold "the number you dialed is currently in progress".

He knew that there was a high probability that he was blocked directly.

For those who care about, Chen Yan has always been patient and indulgent.

She didn't want to answer the phone, she blocked him, it didn't matter, he just changed to a more gentle way of communication.

Chen Yan clicked on the WeChat dialog box, and sent a voice message:

"Zhou Yichan, before you sentence me to death, you must give me a chance to defend myself, right?"

The tone was muted, somewhat helpless.

It's a pity that the system immediately reminded him coldly: "You are not his (her) friend yet...".

His WeChat account was also deleted. To be precise, he was blocked by the girl in all directions.

Zhou Yichan seemed determined to cut off contact with her, her attitude was clear and decisive.

Depend on!

It really has her!

Chen Yan laughed angrily, with nowhere to vent his emotions. In the end, he could only lift his foot and kick the tree roots beside the road shoulder hard.

At the same time, Song Zhi was not much better than Chen Yan.

In her 18 years of life, she was homeless and had actually experienced many unavoidable separations. But there has never been a time when he was so depressed and incomprehensible at this moment, comparable to saying goodbye to his best friend for the first time when he was a child.

Even, because I am more empathetic now, I just feel more difficult and more painful. Heart astringent and eyes sore, she actually wanted to cry.

The moment the phone buzzed in his palm, Song Zhi couldn't tell what kind of mood he was in.

Secretly happy but also disappointed. Especially, thinking of having to hang up, she would rather that Chen Yan was really a ruthless libertine, who would disappear heartlessly after saying goodbye and never contact her again.

Song Zhi didn't want to repeat the hurtful words, so he had to make the farewell the cruelest.

Block the number and delete WeChat.

It's done in one go, I'm afraid I will be reluctant to part with it if I'm slow for a second.

The taxi was speeding in the empty night, she looked sideways, and the colorful neon lights flashed back and forth on the street, just like every moment when she met the boy.

No matter how dazzling and brilliant it is, it cannot escape the torrent of reality. After all, it can only fade away and die in the distance.

Song Zhi suddenly couldn't bear to look any more, so he raised the car window and closed his eyes.

With him, it's really over.

When Song Zhi got home, Zhou Yan seemed to have fallen asleep.

And when she said goodbye to Chen Yan, the father's message came in on the phone:

【Sorrow is not an excuse for indulgence and loss of control. ]

[Father doesn't care about you today, but Xiao Chan, you need to get back to your normal life from tomorrow. 】

So, these two days she sneaked out to accompany Zhou Yichan, and because of Chen Yan not coming back at night, Zhou Yan actually noticed it.

He allowed his daughter to vent her repressed emotions, but he also gave her an ultimatum, reminding her not to indulge.

Song Zhi felt uncomfortable for a while.

It's not like Zhou Yichan, who thinks her father's excessive rationality makes people feel cold and suffocating. On the contrary, she is yearning for extravagance, but she is despicable and reluctant to give up.

Zhou Yan is another of her nostalgia.

Song Zhi didn't reply to the message, she lay on the bed, but started to choose gifts for the man.

In London, she used Zhou Yichan's name to go to couture with Zhou Yan and ate Michelin; after returning to China, he specially ordered a Ferrari sports car for her because of his indulgence in racing. Although apart from that meal, Song Zhi can't take any of these things away, but all the happiness and joys of the moment will remain in his heart forever.

Parting is imminent, and she also wants to give something back.

However, Zhou Yan doesn't lack for anything, a man with food and clothing has everything. On the webpage, those things that are unattainable to her seem to be worthless to Zhou Yan.

The more Song Zhi looked at it, the more he felt insignificant, so he simply closed those expensive pages and began to think about the feasibility of doing it himself.

All kinds of handmade works caught the eye, complicated, ingenious, and exquisite... She browsed for a long time, and finally chose the most ordinary and childish one.

When it was finalized, the sky was already twilight outside the window.

Song Zhi only took a short nap, then insisted on getting out of bed again. Looking at the time, it was nearly eight o'clock, she woke up after dozing off, and rushed to the dining room eagerly.

Still on the spiral staircase, I saw the man drinking coffee while reading a financial magazine.

Song Zhi breathed a sigh of relief and slowed down.

This might be Zhou Yan's last day as her father, and she didn't want to miss the father-daughter breakfast time.

As soon as I sat down, I heard the man ask: "Did you decide to have breakfast again from today?"

In fact, he asked her if she decided to let go of her grief today and get back on track.

Song Zhi understood, but answered the question irrelevantly: "Is Dad still not at work so late?"

Because she was about to leave, she didn't know if Zhou Yichan, who was upside down day and night, would be able to maintain her habit.

Zhou Yan stared at her after hearing the sound: "Today is Saturday."

"Ah." Song Zhi suddenly realized, "Then Dad probably doesn't have any plans tonight, will he have dinner at home?"

Knowing that almost all men will go home for dinner, but to be safe, she Still double-check carefully.

In the end, Zhou Yan really had "what if"!

"I was just about to tell you." He said, "I have a work schedule in the afternoon, and I won't go home for dinner tonight." The

man paused and looked at her: "If you feel lonely, just go with Dad. The other party is too A person who values ​​his family very much, he won't mind."

If it was before today, Song Zhiding readily agreed. She likes to hear Zhou Yan share his work with her, it's like what a real father and daughter would do.

But now, she hopes that her farewell to Zhou Yan can be in the warmest home.

Song Zhi was silent for a while, and for the first time, he took the initiative to ask "father" for some time: "If possible, can dad go home for dinner tonight?" She said, "I will wait for you anytime later." The

daughter

looked Duan Ning, Zhou Yan was startled: "What's the matter?"

"Father will know when he comes back." Song Zhi deliberately put on a show, emphasizing, "This is very important to me."

Zhou Yan looked at her and remained silent.

In the end, he complied with his daughter's wish: "Okay, Dad will do his best."

Song Zhi was completely relieved.

As long as Zhou Yan promises, he will definitely do it. He is a person who keeps promises.

The meal is over.

She heard Zhou Yan calling on the balcony to adjust the itinerary, and estimated that it was to make time at night.

Men always put work behind their daughters.

Song Zhi was deeply touched by this, so she made herself two cups of extremely bitter coffee, pulled herself together and wrote a long letter first.

A few hours after finishing writing, the Lego order arrived just in time, she quickly went downstairs, picked it up and took it back to her room.

In fact, it is a simple and easy-to-use one, but because Song Zhi has no experience in playing with building blocks, and he has to find ways to hide the letter in it, so it is already noon after finishing the puzzle.

At that time, Zhou Yan had already left.

After Song Zhi had lunch, she gave the nanny a break, and then she took a closer look at the villa, which came and went in a hurry.

After reading the memory, I went back to my room and started to pack my luggage. In the exchange of this month, she always felt that the time was ups and downs, as if a century had passed; but when she really wanted to leave, she realized that there were only a handful of things that she could take away.

Such as Nanke Yimeng.

She is just a passerby with delusions.

After a quarter of an hour, Song Zhi had almost finished packing, except for the romance of "Notting Hill".

It was a casual gift from Chen Yan at the auction, and it was worth 1 million pounds. It was so valuable that she shouldn't think about it. However, Song Zhi opened the cover, and the dialogue on the title page rushed into his eyes, and everything in London was vividly remembered.

She hesitated.

Song Zhi wants to leave a medal for this dream.

She knew that as long as she opened her mouth, Zhou Yichan would agree, and everything was in her own mind.

Reason told her that Xiao shouldn't think about it.

But, just like the night they agreed to exchange with Zhou Yichan, sensibility overcame rationality.

She opened her mouth brazenly.

Zhou Yichan really readily agreed, and Song Zhi solemnly put it away before lying on the bed and taking a good night's sleep.

When I woke up again, the sun was setting and the door was knocked lightly.

She opened the door with bare feet, and outside the house, Zhou Yan stood tall. This situation is very similar to the evening when she first arrived at this house.

It was midsummer, and this time the man didn't ask her to put on socks, but asked, "Didn't you tell Dad to go home for dinner? Why did you give Auntie a holiday?" Song Zhi smiled, "Don't worry, Dad won't let you go

. Food."

She turned around, put on her slippers, and pushed Zhou Yan downstairs.

An incredible idea came to Zhou Yan's mind, but he didn't say anything, and cooperated with his daughter from beginning to end. But he saw that the girl put him behind the dining table as he wanted, put on an apron and walked towards the kitchen.

The man was surprised and got up to check.

In the end, he saw that his daughter had actually cracked an egg into the pan, and skillfully fried the poached egg.

But her daughter has never touched the spring water since she was a child. She can distinguish hundreds of similar colors in the color card, but she can't distinguish between salt and sugar.

The only time she cooks is in the sixth grade of elementary school, when the school assigns homework and asks the students to do one thing for their parents. At that time, Zhou Yichan mixed some tomatoes for him, and even used salt as sugar.

Everyone has candied tomatoes, and his daughter arranges salted tomatoes for him.

Zhou Yan still wants to laugh when he thinks about it now, but in a blink of an eye, he saw his daughter plunge into the boiling water with precision at this moment, and the smile froze at the corner of his mouth again.

"Be careful." He stepped over and pulled his daughter back first: "Don't be scalded by boiling water."

After a while, he expressed his doubts: "When did you learn to cook? Aren't you the worst at it?" ? And," he looked directly into his daughter's eyes, "why do you suddenly want to cook noodles for Dad?"

Because she is leaving, because only these skills belong to Song Zhi.

Song Zhi answered in his heart, but smiled on his face: "I started to learn when I was in London, and I have been studying until today. As for why I suddenly want to cook for you—" She paused, but said the truth, "No Why, there is no need for a special reason for a daughter to be nice to her father."

Zhou Yan was taken aback for a moment.

It is gratifying that his daughter is mature and sensible, but since arriving in London, he often has the illusion that "the daughter is like a different person".

But she retains a part of her sensitivity and self-willedness. It seems that she is still her, but she has changed a lot.

Seeing that the man had been silent for a long time, Song Zhi was afraid that he would become suspicious, so he interrupted his thoughts: "Ah, the noodles seem to be boiled. I'm afraid the heat will burn my hands. Dad, help me scoop them up!" Zhou Yan really paid attention

.

At this moment, the daughter looked very much like the little girl in the sixth grade who didn't want to use a knife and asked him to help cut tomatoes.

"Okay." He dismissed the absurd guess.

So, under Song Zhi's deliberate arrangement, two bowls of not-so-perfect noodles came out of the oven.

The girl looked at Zhou Yan expectantly, and the man tasted it without hesitation.

"How?" She was a little nervous.

Zhou Yan paused, and immediately gave her a thumbs up: "I didn't confuse sugar and salt this time."

Song Zhi reacted for a moment, and burst out laughing.

It must be something stupid that Zhou Yichan did before, she was not convinced: "It's obvious that the improvement is great, okay!"

Zhou Yan tasted the poached egg again, took a bite, and the delicious soup overflowed, it was indeed a rapid improvement.

Song Zhi thought he was going to comment again, but he saw the man eating chopsticks one by one, as if he was enjoying some peerless delicacy.

In less than three minutes, before the girl moved her chopsticks, Zhou Yan had already wiped them all out.

Then he gave the answer Song Zhi wanted most.

He said: "It's very delicious. Thank you, Dad likes it very much."

The simple sentence "I like it" made Song Zhi feel sore.

She was afraid that she would cry, so she simply said "Dad, wait a minute" and got up to go upstairs.

When she came back, she gave Zhou Yan a "trophy" made of Lego.

"What is this?" The man became more and more curious.

Song Zhi said frankly: "This is a gift from me to Dad."

Zhou Yan looked up at her.

This time, without waiting for him to speak, Song Zhi said, "Because I really like all the graduation gifts my father gave me, I want to tell you that you will always be the best father in my heart.

" Interrupted by daughter.

"So Dad, if I don't meet your expectations again in the future, don't you doubt my love for you?" She

said, "I need Dad very much, more than you can imagine."

Zhou Yan For a while, he became more and more speechless.

He was touched, but also worried.

After a long time, when the daughter finally stopped staring at him with teary eyes, she lowered her head and started eating noodles.

Zhou Yancai finally asked: "Xiao Chan, did you encounter any problems?"

A simple address brought Song Zhi back to reality.

Tears fell into the noodle bowl uncontrollably, she raised her hand to wipe it, and bravely looked into the man's eyes.

"No." She shook her head, "It's just that I've been thinking a lot recently, and it's a bit too emotional."

The daughter didn't want to say it, so Zhou Yan didn't ask.

But he got up and came to her side, and forcibly removed the noodle bowl that had been thrown away: "Father will cook a new bowl for you."

Song Zhi's hand holding the chopsticks suddenly stopped, and the sourness shot into her eyes, she held back Tears, nodding heavily.

Zhou Yan hasn't cooked for many years, and his skills are actually a little rusty.

But Song Zhi ate with gusto, and even drank the soup. Finally, she smiled and said to her father without any regrets: "I am so happy now."

Zhou Yan thought that he had coaxed his daughter well, and comforted her Patting her on the back: "How about eating Dad's noodles and watching a movie with Dad?"

Song Zhi naturally agreed.

Then, the man put on The Shawshank Redemption.

The last time she watched this movie was in Yi'an's English class. The teacher told them, "Only you are your own salvation."

A flattered father always has concerns and wants to inspire his daughter through movies.

Song Zhi watched Shawshank and Rhett embracing by the sea, and then got up: "Father, come here."

"I'm leaving," she said.

Zhou Yan nodded lightly, and said to her: "Good night."

Song Zhi didn't respond, turned around, and resisted not looking back.

Back in the bedroom, I saw Zhou Yichan sent a message half an hour ago:

[Let's meet tomorrow night! 】

Song Zhi looked around the milky-green hut, her gaze fell on the small suitcase, and she finally replied:

【Okay. 】