Rebirth of the 90s: Dear Cub
Chapter 101: I want to see you
Tuesday, October 21, 1980, rain
It rains in autumn.
Especially in Huicheng, the southern city, autumn rain always comes unexpectedly.
When the afternoon was about to leave school, suddenly heavy rain came, and the speck of rain threw the ground into a puddle of water in an instant.
The students in the class immediately left, or some people squeezed umbrellas, or asked the dorm students to borrow umbrellas, and rushed to the rain curtain while laughing.
In the entire class, Song Yueliang was the only one who did not move.
He did not ask anyone to borrow an umbrella, and no one asked him to take an umbrella.
Looking at the straight and skinny back of the other party sitting on the chair, I suddenly discovered that Song Yueliang and I were actually the same person.
Lonely, out of place.
Uncle Gui came to pick me up, and I gave Song Yueliang an umbrella.
After writing this diary, I looked at the previous notes and found that Song Yueliang's name was on almost every page.
…
After reading this diary, Song Yueliang paused for a moment without turning the page.
The man's diary kept bringing up the memories that were buried in his mind.
He remembered that he gave her an umbrella and did not come to school for a full week afterwards.
The paper left in my hand was already very thin, only the bottom was unread.
Song Yueliang moved her fingertips and took out the paper.
Not a diary.
His writing was only a few short lines, and his handwriting was neater than before, showing the seriousness and solemnity of the author, yet his ink marks seemed to run out and fade away.
—Moon, the pen is almost out of ink. If you still want to read, can you open the door and lend me a pen?
—By the way, give me a chance to introduce myself again.
- I want to meet you.
“Bu, you laugh.” The little doll crouched at his feet held onto his cheeks with her small hands, and her eyes were clear and clean.
Song Yueliang calmly corrected her daughter, "No, the baby is wrong."
Qiqi's eyes were full of doubt, she clearly saw the corner of her mother's mouth curling.
“Eggy, why do you lie?” He turned to the little Eggman for advice.
"When women face feelings, they like their two-faced attitude the most." The little egg man taught him, "Dumb boy, my brother told you that feelings are a pot of dog blood. If you don't want to be doused in a dog's blood when you grow up, don't touch that emotion."
"Why?"
"Because in this world, there are no good human beings. If there is, it must be in the novel."
Qiqi read it in her heart a few times and tried to write it down.
Although he did not understand the meaning of those words, Eggy must have been right, she simply memorized them.
Right now Song Yueliang got up from the sofa and walked out.
The door opened, and the man stood outside the door, with a pair of peach blossom eyes with slightly arched arches, and smiled, "My Fu Yanchi, a native of Kyoto, is, 27 Years old and 1.87 meters tall. My father, Yan Huai, and my mother died young. .Small and little production can be wasted.”
“Nona Song, let's get to know each other again?”
Song Yueliang lowered her head and looked at the hand that the man had extended. The color is pale and thin, with proportionate and slender finger bones, which are more than the size of one hand.
He threw out a bottle of ink and raised his eyebrows, "This bottle of ink is enough for you for a few days. Keep writing. If I'm satisfied with the writing, I'll get to know you again."
Fu Yanchi's smile vanished, "Moon, can you give me a few days to write slowly? My hands are numb."
"Okay, I'm not in a hurry."
Song Yueliang smiled, and slammed the door shut again.
Doesn't he have a good memory, he can even remember the days of the week, the month and the year.
In this case, write slowly.
He also wanted to see what else he did not know about him personally during those years.
Exam, pretend to be a good guy and let him take first place?
He'll see how long he can write his diary.
Let's see how long he'll last before he writes the reason why he suddenly disappeared first and now he's suddenly back.
Or, he just thought that there was no need to explain to her.
…
Hyatt Hotels.
Meng Jingxian settled here temporarily.
As soon as he settled down, he called the capital.
The other end of the phone was immediately lifted. He did not know if the man was waiting for him to call early, or just happened to answer so quickly.
"Brother Huai, I'm in Huicheng. Well, Ah Chi was out of the hospital during the day... It's my fault for saying something wrong, otherwise he won't rush out..." Meng Jingxian usually blamed herself first, then brought up the matter of Song Yue Liang, "She and Ah Chi should have known each other a long time ago, and Ah Chi was very nervous towards her."
"Miss Song is very kind and has a good temperament... But, she had a child by her side, who might have been divorced and still be single."
"There is a misunderstanding between them. Ah Chi was still at her doorstep, and Miss Ren had not planned on forgiving her."
Hearing the word "Lai Zai", the other end of the microphone fell silent for a moment.
Meng Jingxian also seemed to be thinking about that scene at that moment. As he looked at the bastard Ah Chi, his expression and reaction were not much better.
Now such a calm and majestic man could make such a reaction... He really felt like laughing.
“Uncle Gui and I will call occasionally. If Ah Chi feels uncomfortable, Uncle Gui will immediately take her away.”
"I'll call you again if there's anything I have to do, um. I, I'll visit the old man tomorrow, and Ah Chi says he'll tell the old man before."
"Okay, so. Brother Huai," before hanging up the phone, Meng Jingxian warned gently, "Don't work too late at night, go to bed early, your body matters."
As the phone closed, his back that had been tense suddenly relaxed.
Even if they were thousands of miles away, as long as he talked to a man, he would unconsciously feel nervous, for fear of offending him.
Meng Jingxian walked to the window and looked out, it was already dark.
Although Huicheng is not as prosperous as Kyoto, it remains a large city in the south, and the excitement at night remains unchanged.
Looking down from the top floor of the hotel, there are thousands of stars and colorful neon lights.
Isolated from the hustle and bustle of the city, society feels a kind of loneliness in a foreign land for no reason.
He misses his hometown a little.
Yan's House in Kyoto.
After Yan Huai hung up the phone, he sat on the sofa with a pouting face for a long time.
“Ah Xiang, phone Agui and check Song Yueliang.” information
He still couldn't equate his son with a bastard.
There must be something inside him that he doesn't know.
…
Nightfall.
Qiqi ate dinner and took another bath. This was not the time to sleep, so he rolled around on the bed and could not sleep.
“Bu, do you think Uncle Fu is still outside?” He asked the woman lying next to him after changing her pajamas.
Song Yueliang, "It should still be there."
He only saw the person's best ability to act as a rogue.
“Then why is she having dinner at the door and how does she shower?” Qiqi asked again, "Isn't Uncle Fu still in the hospital during the day? Is he recovering soon?"
“There are people around him who serve him, so it's not his fault.”
“But I haven't heard a sound outside in a long time. Ma'am, do you think Uncle Fu will faint from starvation?”
Song Yueliang still wanted to say something to answer her daughter's question, but the words “lapar and dizzy” continued to pierce her nerves, making her slightly agitated.