Fairytale Shelf Life [MTL]

Ch 55

Chapter 55

Song Zhi, who ran away, was filled with Chen Yan's incident, and even the grief of breaking up with Song Yumo was temporarily forgotten.

She raised her hand to hail a taxi, and blurted out Zhou's address.

It was almost noon, and where the car passed, the heat wave was rolling.

Song Zhi stared out of the car window in a daze. The scorching sun after the rainstorm scorched the whole city, making him drowsy.

Even though she had just opened her eyes not long ago, she still felt a fog in her mind, unable to think of the answer that should be given to the boy. Moreover, I always feel that there is something important that I have overlooked.

Throughout the whole process, Song Zhi was in a restless state of half-dream and half-awake.

Until——

she walked into the small western building, looking at Zhou Yan with deep eyes.

The things that had been neglected came before him, and Song Zhi suddenly became sober.

She remembered that after she went out to practice subject three yesterday, she never returned home. This means that after Zhou Yan found out that she was going out in the middle of the night, he caught her again.

Now, there is one more unresolved problem.

"Father..."

Song Zhi opened his mouth with a guilty conscience, but he couldn't explain it at all.

After hesitating for a moment, she simply lowered her head and used Zhou Yichan's universal formula after a long absence.

"I'm sorry, I was wrong." She gave up explaining and apologized directly.

Zhou Yan remained silent.

Song Zhi could feel his gaze, which was always locked on him, as if he was examining something.

After a long time, she heard a sigh above her head.

Immediately afterwards, the man asked somewhat helplessly: "Where did you go last night, why are you in such a mess?"

Song Zhi was taken aback for a moment before remembering his current appearance.

Although Chen Yan asked someone to wash her clothes last night, she didn't have time to take a shower after being drenched in the rain, her hair was messy, and there was still a little smell of alcohol. Moreover, because she cried for so long that she didn't stop even in her dreams, her eyes must be swollen now.

There is nowhere to hide from the embarrassment.

Song Zhi raised his eyes again, and in the next second, he met Zhou Yan's concerned and worried eyes.

She should have kept her mouth shut like before, but maybe it was the matter of Song Yumo and Chen Yan that made her breathless, or Zhou Yan's gentleness from beginning to end gave her the confidence to speak.

Song Zhi actually replied: "Dad, I did have a very difficult night last night."

She took a deep breath and said again: "I really encountered a problem that I couldn't understand, Dad, I can ask for help Are you?"

Zhou Yan paused slightly.

When he found out in the morning that his daughter hadn't returned all night, it was difficult for him to describe the complicated mood he was in, with a headache and weakness.

While he was worried about Song Zhi and hesitating about how to treat the daughter who had never been masked before, Zhou Yichan, the daughter under his nose, was in trouble again and again.

Zhou Yan, who was already determined, began to hesitate again.

He couldn't even raise his daughter well, so why would he appear in front of Song Zhi?

Although Zhou Yan put down his work and waited at home, but in fact, if Zhou Yichan had kept silent before, there was nothing he could do.

He didn't expect that his daughter would be willing to open up.

Surprised, the man was silent for a long time.

Song Zhi was a little worried: "Dad doesn't want to hear it?" "

Of course not." Zhou Yan came back to his senses and explained: "Dad was just a little surprised."

He led her to sit on the sofa, and then said: "Xiao Chan, No matter what kind of problem you have, Dad is willing to help you."

With his father's promise, Song Zhi sat down beside him, but Song Zhi didn't know where to start.

She just looked at the man without saying a word.

And Zhou Yan just waited silently, encouraged her with his eyes, and gave her courage.

Suddenly:

"Dad, do you regret ever being with your mother now?"

The air was suddenly quiet, and the eyes of the father and daughter met.

Zhou Yan never thought that his daughter's opening remarks would be like this, and he couldn't hide his surprise.

After a while, he asked suspiciously: "Didn't you want to talk about your problem, why did you ask this suddenly?"

Song Zhi said frankly: "Because I am facing a similar decision now."

She said: "Going forward, it is doomed to have no good results; retreating, I can't bear it."

The daughter expressed very vaguely, but Zhou Yan remembered the awkward night of the grand ceremony. The two children guessed almost instantly.

The man suddenly laughed lowly.

He asked: "Just for this, go out at two o'clock in the morning and stay out all night?"

Zhou Yan's words were light, as if the things she struggled with day and night were actually not worth mentioning.

Song Zhi pursed his lips, and said a little unhappy: "What is 'just for this', it is very important to me!" "

Yes."

Zhou Yan admitted its importance, but then told her firmly: "So, you have There is an answer."

Song Zhi was stunned.

"I already have the answer?" She didn't quite understand.

Zhou Yan expressed the answer in her heart: "You want to move forward. When you go to the appointment in the early morning and don't return all night, you made the decision to move forward." He said: "If you want to step back, you will not even

once Go."

With that, Song Zhi woke up suddenly.

She looked at the man and subconsciously wanted to refute, but she was speechless.

Song Zhi suddenly realized that Zhou Yan was right.

From the beginning to the end, she was moving forward, towards Chen Yan.

When the boy confessed, she stayed; when the boy pursued to make friends again, she compromised; when the boy gave him a gift, she accepted it;

The teenager said, let me love you; she said, yes.

In fact, I was already tempted.

At the moment when the high-sounding excuses were made to extend the exchange time, when the reunion in the driving school was far away, perhaps, as early as the time and time again in London, the eyes had fallen.

"But—"

Song Zhi sighed, and said with sad eyes, "I know that the end point is death."

She looked up at her father and said very confidently: "Separation is inevitable."

In this matter, she has always been hesitant and pessimistic, acting like a coward abnormally, really like Zhou Yichan.

Zhou Yan didn't understand the real concerns of the girl's "impostor", and gave his point of view without reservation:

"What's the matter? Just have fun."

The man smiled, and his tone was full of reassuring power. He was like her real father, telling her the credo of life:

"Youth should be unscrupulous, no matter what the end is, you just enjoy it."

Zhou Yan told her: "Your life has just begun, and you will meet again in the future." There are many, many people, there is no need to set a limit at the beginning and go to the end with a certain person."

He said: "If you like this second, then have fun at this second.

" Looking at her father for a moment, she was deeply encouraged, but also had the last hesitation in her heart.

"Do I really have the right to be presumptuous?" she asked.

If she is not the real Zhou Yichan, does she still have the right to do whatever she wants?

She wasn't sure.

Zhou Yan made a final decision: "Anyone has the qualification to be presumptuous."

Song Zhi's depressed eyes lit up little by little, as if he had been walking in the dark for a long time and finally saw the light of the sky.

Under her father's encouraging eyes, she smiled brightly: "I seem to have the answer." "

Thank you, Dad!"

Song Zhi hugged Zhou Yan excitedly, and then she got up and ran upstairs, "I will clean up immediately Going out for dinner, by the way—"

The girl stopped at the spiral staircase, and added, "I will never stay out at night again tonight!"

Zhou Yan followed the girl's brisk back, and his annoyance gradually disappeared.

Since graduating from high school, my daughter has actually been slowly changing. She is willing to learn about new fields, she handles interpersonal and driving school studies independently, and she mustered up the courage to attend Chen Xichuan's funeral. And today, she was willing to open her mouth to talk about such things with herself.

Zhou Yan thought that the little girl in his memory had grown up and was not as fragile as he imagined.

Now she may be able to bear those realities.

Thinking of this, Zhou Yan looked down at the message he received early in the morning.

It was a photo, Song Yumo was pushing the door out of a certain hotel, he knew her whereabouts.

The daughter bravely took a step forward, and perhaps he should also take another step forward.

After Chen Yan was sent out, he specially packed the famous snacks nearby, and prepared to bring them to the girl to taste.

Unexpectedly, when I returned, it was empty.

After asking the front desk, he found out that she ran away as soon as he left.

Chen Yan stood in the middle of the empty room, almost biting his lips out of anger.

He slumped heavily on the sofa as if discouraged, and for a moment, he really felt helpless.

Having reached this level, Chen Yan didn't understand what Zhou Yichan's serious difficulties were.

Probably not.

It was only at this moment that he gradually leaned in. Zhou Yichan really had no regrets for Chen Xichuan.

However, even so, being tricked to this point.

Chen Yan found out—he still didn't want to give up.

It's killing me!

Feeling restless, Chen Yan went to the racing simulator while spurning herself.

He had to find something to calm down, otherwise, he would rush straight to the girl's house.

That would not end well.

Amidst the virtual car crashes and fatalities, the day is heading west, and dusk is coming.

The phone suddenly ding-dong, very clearly.

Chen Yan didn't pay any attention to it all afternoon. He was tired from the meeting, so he opened it casually.

In the next second, before his brain could react, his body bounced off the simulator first.

He grabbed the car keys and ran out without stopping.

It's a letter from Missy.

Not willing to say a word, just gave a position.

But someone still ran to her without delay.

The girl had rejected him on the track at the club, and now she asked him back here.

When Chen Yanhan Jinjin arrived, Song Zhiren was already on the track.

Behind the white starting line, she was still sitting in the tandem kart, and she was sitting on the left side, greeting the boy with burning eyes.

Only then did Chen Yan slow down his pace, slowing down his breathing in the hot evening wind.

When he finally reached the side of the car, he sat straight in and put his shoulders against her.

The two fell silent for a moment.

Then, with his hands on the steering wheel, Chen Yan stared sideways at her and asked, "Miss, have you figured out the answer?"

This time, Song Zhi no longer dodged, and she also turned sideways, facing the boy's gaze.

"Chen Yan, I don't seem to have said that." She said, "I want the person I love to be by my side."

The young man was slightly startled, and fixed her, his Adam's apple rolled slightly.

Feeling bad, he swallowed, and replied softly: "Yes, I know."

Chen Yan certainly couldn't do it now.

But he was still lucky: this opening remark may not be to sentence himself to death, maybe she wants to talk about promises and talk about the future.

Unexpectedly—

the girl's next sentence was: "But you can't give me what I want."

She said: "Chen Yan, I don't like wandering and drifting. How many cities do you go to compete in a year?"

It is no exaggeration He said that he spends half of his time on planes and hotels around the world every year, while the other half is on the track.

As soon as she spoke just now, he actually had a premonition.

Girls don't talk about the future, on the contrary, they talk about reality.

The fire in his eyes dimmed, and Chen Yan stared at the girl for a long time.

He wanted to open his mouth to ask that sentence, but it seemed to weigh a thousand catties, and he couldn't get it out of his throat.

In the end, he squeezed the steering wheel tightly, and after a moment of silence, he asked awkwardly: "So, is this your answer?"

Song Zhi suddenly smiled, a little nasty.

"No." The conversation turned around, and she said calmly, "But I do have feelings for you."

Chen Yan's expression froze.

Then, gritted his teeth and smiled, stretched out his hand to hold the back of the girl's neck, and pulled her closer.

He stuck it up, almost touching the tip of her nose, and said ambiguously and dangerously: "You're kidding me, miss."

Song Zhi was not afraid, looked directly at him, and took a deep breath.

"Chen Yan, how long are you going back to London?" she asked.

The girl's eyes were full of unrestrained light and heat, just like the second when she stepped on her feet and kissed her last night.

Chen Yan vaguely understood her answer, but he confirmed it again.

"Half a month later." He replied.

Song Zhicai gave the answer: "Actually, it's too naive for us to say whether we love or not. Chen Yan, it's only half a month of passionate love, dare you?" Chen Yan let go of the

girl, his eyes burning, "Miss, you are really playing with me!" Ah?"

"I can only give this answer. How about it, can you afford it?"

Song Zhi glanced at the starting line ahead, then stared at him again, provocatively, "Now, the decision is up to you."

In the evening sunset, The heat wave is not over.

The boys and girls look deeply into each other's eyes, whirling ambiguously, confronting each other.

"Okay. I'll do whatever you want."

The gas pedal was stepped on, and the sound wave exploded in midsummer, and the two-person racing car rushed towards the pouring orange sky.