Fairytale Shelf Life [MTL]

Ch 51

Chapter 51

Song Yumo also went back very late that night.

That glance also reminded her of many past events that she had deliberately forgotten and concealed before.

In fact, Song Yumo was originally going to meet a writer friend who had been away for ten years.

The two chatted about the new work she was conceiving, which involved the automobile industry. My friend happened to have an invitation letter for the Ferrari celebration, so he took her to collect first-hand information on the spur of the moment.

The "goodbye" with Zhou Yan and the meeting with her daughter were all unplanned.

This spur-of-the-moment dinner was full of ups and downs, but it did give Song Yumo a lot of inspiration. But maybe it was meeting Zhou Yan again, which brought back many unpleasant memories for her, so that she was a little upset when she left.

She didn't go back to the hotel right away, and went to drink with her friends for half the night.

Unexpectedly -

as soon as the door was opened, Zhou Yichan jumped off the bed.

The girl was still awake, and when she saw her return, she hurried towards her.

"How about Aunt Song, did you pass through tonight safely?"

Zhou Yichan held her hand and asked a little nervously, "I asked Song Zhi, it was the first time she used the word 'should' with uncertainty. Words! What's going on? Did something happen to you?"

The girl's emotions were all written on her face, and all the doubts in her heart poured out.

She is very simple and can be seen through at a glance; she is very attached and trusts herself, and she tells her everything without defense.

The daughter in front of her was the complete opposite of Song Zhi.

Song Yumo lowered his eyes, concentrating on Zhou Yichan in a low voice, lost his mind and remained silent.

In fact, the first time she saw the girl in the northwest, she knew that this was their other daughter.

Even though the two sisters are born exactly alike, their auras are worlds apart.

Song Yumo never thought that she would meet her daughter who had been separated for eighteen years at such a time and at such a place. Moreover, Zhou Yichan's hobbies, behaviors, and even hidden madness are all very similar to her own.

Their mother and daughter had just met, but they immediately talked about everything.

Like fate, it was a gift from God to her when she was at a low point.

Thinking of this, Song Yumo's brows eased suddenly, and the restlessness in his heart disappeared.

Zhou Yichan somehow always gave her relaxation and tolerance. She held the girl's hand back and smiled: "Of course it passed perfectly.

" !" She said, holding her daughter's hand back to the bed and asking, "You stayed up so late just to confirm this?"

Zhou Yichan nodded of course: "Of course! After all, you and Zhizhi are both in bed. Fight for me, how dare I sleep alone first."

The girl hugged her arm affectionately, and said coquettishly: "Tell me quickly, how you deal with my dad."

Maybe it was too much to part. It's been a long time, so I prefer, or, children who can act like a baby always have sweets.

Facing Zhou Yichan, it was difficult for Song Yumo to maintain the coldness in his bones. After talking in a few words, how Song Zhi informed himself and updated Zhou Yan's location in real time, and his daughter leaned on her and smiled, her eyes bent into crescents.

It looks pure and happy.

Song Yumo's heart softened, and she suddenly remembered what Song Zhi said, "If Zhou Yichan asks you to stay, will you agree?"

At that time, she didn't think much about it.

But at this moment, Song Yumo looked at her daughter's brisk smile, but couldn't help saying, "Yichan, my vacation is almost over." After a pause, she asked, "Do you have any suggestions for my next city to live in?"

The curve of Zhou Yichan's lips froze suddenly, she sat up straight with her arms outstretched, and looked at the woman nervously and expectantly.

He pursed his lips lightly, but stopped talking.

But in the end she bravely confided her heart: "How about staying here?" She really asked to stay, "Didn't Aunt Song say that she had never lived in Haishi? She was so happy during this time, do you want to stay here for a long time?" For a while?"

Song Yumo liked it very much, and enjoyed the time with Zhou Yichan very much.

She was really tempted to meet her daughter's longing eyes. But, thinking of Zhou Yan and Song Zhi, she was not sure.

She is not ready to say goodbye to Zhou Yan, nor does she hope that the exchange of the two daughters risks being exposed.

Song Yumo didn't lie to Song Zhi.

In the end, she really could only tell Zhou Yichan: "I don't know. If that's the case, let me think about it again."

The daughter immediately hugged her: "Then I will let Aunt Song experience the sea market. Charm!"

Song Yumo smiled and said nothing.

The next day, Song Yumo kept thinking about it.

Even if the original plan was to stay, he had to find a way to avoid Zhou Yan for the time being.

Unexpectedly -

the next day, the man called.

It was in the evening, and the sky was dark and cloudy, and it seemed that a heavy rain was about to come.

Song Yumo stood bent over at the entrance of the room, was about to go out to eat, and gave an umbrella to Zhou Yichan who was sketching.

Just as she was putting on her shoes, the phone in her bag rang suddenly. She thought it was her daughter calling, so she picked it up and placed it next to her ear.

Song Yumo tidied up in the mirror, and casually asked, "Is there anything else I can bring you?"

On the other end, there was an unusual silence, and no one spoke for a long time.

"Hello?"

She felt strange and almost wanted to call out "Yichan", but she took the phone away to check and found that the caller was an unfamiliar number.

The man's face flashed across his mind almost immediately, and in an instant, Song Yumo's body suddenly stopped, and his breathing suddenly eased.

The next moment, a strange yet familiar male voice really came from the receiver:

"It's me, Zhou Yan."

No longer as gentle and clear as in memory, his voice became deep and astringent, with a bit of restrained emotion.

Song Yumo stood still in the porch. After a long time, she turned and walked back to the room, and said coldly, "What's the matter? Contact me so suddenly." The

receiver was silent for a while.

Then, Zhou Yancai said: "The person at the grand ceremony yesterday was you, right?"

The determined tone reminded Song Yumo of the discomfort of a man who had everything under control.

"So?" Her tone immediately became displeased, "You immediately probed into my privacy and specifically called me to inform me about this?" The woman's words were stinging, just

like when they were about to divorce.

Zhou Yan remained silent again.

The quarrel was not his intention. After a moment of silence, he explained to her: "You misunderstood. I just—" After a slight pause, he said, "I haven't seen you for so many years, I want to ask, how are you and her doing now? Is it?"

Unexpectedly, as if hearing some funny joke, Song Yumo said softly, "Zhou Yan, is it meaningful for you to ask this now?"

Zhou Yan was startled.

But the woman said in a cold voice: "You found my contact information in just two days, so easy, so simple. But in the past ten years, you have never cared about Song Zhi, so why bother to pretend now." Zhou Yan

thought Excuse me, but no matter what the reason is, it is a fact that he didn't find it again.

He opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single word.

After thinking and hesitating for so long, when he really took this step to call her, he seemed unable to speak.

The two were relatively silent.

The silence set off the air with black clouds hanging down, making it even more suffocating.

After a while, Song Yumo broke the situation indifferently. She said: "I will leave Haishi soon. Zhou Yan, please stay the same and don't disturb our mother and daughter's life." After the woman finished speaking, there was only a busy tone on the receiver

. .

She hung up very decisively, just like the moment she announced that she was leaving.

Rumbling—a few thunderclaps in the sky overwhelmed the busy tone.

Zhou Yan put down his mobile phone and looked from a distance in the building, the sky was torn apart by lightning, and the torrential rain poured down.

Song Yumo's attitude is as cold and rigid as ever, so what about him, is he going to be as impulsive as he was eighteen years ago?

Thinking of Song Zhi, Zhou Yan suddenly became certain, and already had the answer in his heart.

Children are always kept in the dark by adults.

When Song Yumo and Zhou Yan parted ways, Zhou Yichan was sketching on the Bund, while Song Zhi was fighting wits and courage with the subject three on the main road.

She was catching up on sleep during the day and came late, so she was the last student to practice Subject Three.

This practice is on a remote road near the driving school, and the driving is not too much. But this is a sea city after all, and it is close to the evening rush hour, so there are quite a few cars on the road.

Other students, when they first started on the road, either did not dare to release the clutch for fear of stalling the engine, or did not dare to refuel for fear of crashing the car.

As a result, it was Song Zhi:

"Second gear is fine, the speed is too fast! Normally, don't drive more than 20 yards!" "

Slow down the steering wheel! Are you driving a racing car, or does this road belong to your home?"

" If I don't step on the brakes, are you going to turn around immediately? I said you girl, you are really brave, that is a trailer, a pickup truck! Let him go first!

" Once practiced on the road, he showed the momentum of a veteran.

Make the coach anxious enough.

But Song Zhi felt really good about the car, and it looked like he was driving recklessly, but in the end, he didn't make any mistakes.

She completed the sections of road that others could not finish in 30 minutes, in less than 20 minutes. It's not right to make the coach scold her, and it's impossible not to scold her.

Fortunately—

there was a muffled thunder in the sky, and the big raindrops fell down in a rustle, connecting into a line in an instant, turning into a pouring rain curtain.

The heavy rain came suddenly, and their practice of the third subject had to end early.

"Okay, that's it for today."

The coach, who couldn't bear the torture, immediately directed Song Zhi to give up his seat, "You sit back, and I'll drive the car back to the driving school." There was

a male student from the same period sitting behind him. Leaning against the side, it is convenient for her to go back.

Song Zhi smiled and thanked, "Thank you."

"It's a small matter." The boy replied, then turned his head and looked out the window.

Song Zhi also kept silent.

When she was almost at the gate of the driving school, she said to the coach again: "Just put me on the bus stop, thank you coach.

"

Song Zhidu had already opened the car door, and was about to raise his hand to cover the rain and get out.

"Wait."

The boy who had been silent beside him stopped her at this moment, and then took out an umbrella from his schoolbag and gave it to her, "This is for you."

Maybe he was afraid that she would misunderstand, so the boy explained one more sentence: " Someone will come to pick me up, I don't need it."

It's just an umbrella, and Song Zhi has indeed seen this student number several times.

"Thank you." She thanked and turned to get it.

Unexpectedly—

the door of the car was suddenly opened from the outside, and the boy appeared in front of him leaning over with an umbrella.

"Thank you, but she doesn't need it." He glanced at the boy. Immediately, without any explanation, he stretched out his arms to take her outside, and slammed the car door shut.

Resolute and powerful, Song Zhi was easily drawn into his arms.

A black umbrella covered the head, and the raindrops hit it, crackling.

After their breakup at the club track, the two got close again after a long absence.

Song Zhi stared at the young man, lost his mind for a moment.

It wasn't until the driving school's car sped away beside her that she realized that she broke free and backed away.

When she was about to leave the shelter of the umbrella, Chen Yan reached out to support her shoulder.

Song Zhi glared at him: "Why are you crazy?"

"You know it." Chen Yan became more and more polite, and he said solemnly, "I like you, and of course I want to kill all potential opponents in the cradle."

Song Zhi Knowing that he should be attacked immediately, or simply turn around and leave.

But the heavy rain trapped her here. Moreover, the "passing fireworks" on the track last night suddenly bloomed in her mind again, and she instantly lost the ability to speak coldly.

But the ambiguity provoked by the young man cannot be let go.

After pondering for a moment, Song Zhi suddenly asked: "Chen Yan, has Jiang Shuyue looked for you these two days?"

The boy should not have expected that her thoughts would suddenly jump to other people.

After a slight pause, Chen Yan asked back, "Should she look for me?"

With this tone, it was hard for Song Zhi not to think too much.

She stared at him closely, if it was just to divert the topic, then she really searched a bit at this moment: "So, she looked for it? You answer me first." "Yes."

Chen

Yan smiled, and said to him She bargained, "I'll tell you the answer, you go home in my car."

Song Zhi raised his hand and slightly looked up at the boy, the whole world was raining, wet and moving.

She actually hated the rain before, because there was always no one holding an umbrella for her. But the drizzle in London left her with good memories, but at this moment, someone came all the way to hold an umbrella for her.

Song Zhi looked into Chen Yan's eyes, and couldn't help thinking that his asking price this time was not too much, and he also had a reasonable reason.

She just added his friend again just to pry his mouth open, just like that time to drive him away. It's not a loose mouth, and it certainly won't give him an illusion, right?

In addition, the young man's eyes also deeply encouraged her, and Song Zhi was almost about to say yes.

However, the phone rang harshly, abruptly interrupting all her thoughts.

Song Zhi turned around abruptly and stood with his back facing Chen Yan.

Guiltily, she pressed the answer button: "Hello?"

"Song Zhi, come out and meet me tonight."

Unexpectedly, it was Song Yumo's voice on the other end, and she said, "There is something very important."

Song Zhi suddenly woke up .

She raised her hand to cover the receiver, and promised: "Okay, you can send me the location."

Afraid of showing any clues in front of Chen Yan, she quickly hung up after responding.

Immediately, Song Zhi turned back and was able to firmly reject the boy again.

She glanced at him and said, "No, you can talk or not."

Chen Yan smiled lightly, without forcing it.

He turned to ask her, "Who? So mysterious."

Song Zhi turned sideways, looked at the slowly approaching bus in the distance, and finally completely pulled away from the emotion of wanting to cross the line.

She took a small step forward, and replied as if she was going to get in the car: "It has nothing to do with you."

The car approached, thinking that she would see Song Yumo later, she turned her head to warn him: "Drive your own car, don't follow Me."

Chen Yan didn't speak again.

It wasn't until the bus stopped and Song Zhi was about to get on that he suddenly grabbed her again.

Before Song Zhiyan's saber flew over, he saw the boy hand the umbrella into her hand. He looked down at her with a smile, and said, "If I don't follow, I'll trouble the eldest lady to hold the umbrella." "

What about you?" Song Zhi asked holding the umbrella handle tightly.

"It's just a little rain." Chen Yan gently pushed her towards the car door, "Go quickly, lest the driver rush you again." After saying that, the

boy rushed into the rain by himself.

After taking two steps, he turned around again, with a brighter smile on his face.

He told her loudly: "By the way, the one you hate didn't look for me." The

pneumatic door snapped shut, and the bus drifted away.

However, Song Zhi ran from the front of the car to the rear of the car, but his eyes were always following the back running in the rain.