As soon as the mobile phone text message came, Ji Fanyin looked at the bank's account information: "..."
Does Song Shiyu really think money is hot
Ji Fanyin crossed out the text message, and as soon as he looked up, he saw Song Shiyu who was walking towards him.
"Fan Yin." He shouted.
"We're not that familiar." Ji Fanyin reminded him, "Mr. Song."
The smile on Song Shiyu's face faded for the most part: "I'm sorry, Miss Ji."
"Please take a seat." Ji Fanyin gestured for him to sit down and took out the computer first, "Zhang Ning and I have already said what we want to talk to you about today, and we will finally confirm a few dates and details."
Song Shiyu sat down, and he had no intention of working. Instead, he was nervously arranging his cuffs and tie, like a newcomer going to an interview for the first time.
Ji Fanyin thought that if he wasn't such a moral person, he would have written a contract that exploited legal loopholes and ruined Song Shiyu's company.
In the end, Ji Fanyin also had a share in the studio. Even if he temporarily swapped jobs with Zhang Ning, he would not be blinded. He explained the matter clearly to Song Shiyu.
Song Shiyu nodded with little thought: "It's all right."
Ji Fanyin: "..." Zhang Ning seemed to complain yesterday that it might take a lot of time to negotiate with Song Shiyu in private.
"Have you... eaten? This restaurant tastes good, come here, and then leave after a meal?" Song Shiyu asked Ji Fanyin's opinion anxiously, and after asking, he thought about what he thought and added, " I'll treat you."
Ji Fanyin didn't intend to leave directly.
——Sitting in the restaurant openly talking about business affairs without ordering food is embarrassing for the restaurant.
"I've ordered." She said, turning off the computer and pressing the service bell.
The waiter came quickly.
"It's ready to serve." Ji Fanyin said, pointing to the box on the side of the table by the partition, "That's for you, remember to take it with you later."
"Yes..." Song Shiyu hesitated for a moment, the corners of his brows and eyes showed subtle but uncontrollable joy, "Is it for me?"
Ji Fanyin thought for a while: "Yes."
The sweeter point is to send, and the straightforward point is "return".
But when Song Shiyu went back and opened the box, he would naturally understand what it meant, so he didn't need to explain it to him now.
Because he finally didn't have to act in front of Song Shiyu, Ji Fanyin ordered dishes according to his own preferences.
Not only did not refer to Ji Xinxin, but even Song Shiyu's dining preferences were not taken into account.
Song Shiyu's taste is light and sweet, but Ji Fanyin likes to eat heavy flavors.
When a table of food came up, Song Shiyu's expression was still a little unresponsive.
Ji Fanyin moved his chopsticks first.
Song Shiyu picked up the chopsticks, hesitated for a moment, and asked, "Is this your preference?"
"yes."
"Really... I didn't know that before." Song Shiyu smiled reluctantly.
Ji Fanyin looked up at him.
Song Shiyu didn't know it was normal, because this was her dietary preference, not the "Ji Fanyin" she used to be.
However, Song Shiyu probably didn't even know that.
The only thing Song Shiyu could eat on the table was a boiled cabbage. He picked up a chopstick and ate half of the cabbage, suddenly stopped and asked, "What happened there at Li Xiaoxing... I didn't know about it before, sorry. If you know, you should try to help you."
"Well, it doesn't matter." Ji Fanyin directly chatted to death.
After a few minutes, Song Shiyu asked again, "Did Li Xiaoxing bother you?"
Ji Fanyin raised her eyes and looked at Song Shiyu. He was so haggard that he looked like he was seven or eight years old, and he was about to be expelled from the title field of "Young Talent".
Making money is really tiring, and I probably don't even have the time to listen to gossip.
Ji Fanyin felt the same way.
"Li Xiaoxing doesn't have the time." She said casually, "similar to you."
This is almost all self-inflicted.
Especially Li Xiaoxing's illness, from unprovoked pain to semi-paralysis, was cured by himself.
Ji Fanyin didn't expect this end.
She originally took the route of abusing her heart and abusing her wallet, but it turned out that Ji Xinxin and Li Xiaoxing worked together to open the route of body abuse.
"..." Song Shiyu took a sip of water to hide his emotions.
This meal was unusually silent, but Ji Fanyin didn't mind it. When she put down her chopsticks, Song Shiyu asked another question: "Do you have someone you like now?"
He was quite hesitant to ask, his hands and fingers clasped together tightly, and his lips pursed into an irregular line after the question, looking tense and painful.
"What does it have to do with you?" Ji Fanyin asked casually, "I don't like you anyway."
Song Shiyu remained motionless: "... I know."
He didn't seem to be very shocked when he heard the above sentence, but his eyes were dazed for a moment, as if he had been mentally prepared for this.
Ji Fanyin glanced at him, and suddenly smiled: "Do you still want to ask me what I liked about you before?"
Song Shiyu licked his lower lip that was so dry that it seemed to crack.
"The me who is not liked by you..." he said slowly, "as if there is no meaning of existence."
"One person doesn't need any special reason to fall in love with another person," Ji Fanyin sucked in the milk she asked the waiter to ask for, "Maybe it's just an opportunity. If it weren't for you, if it were someone else, I would like it. Go on that person. Do you feel better about it?"
——Of course it is impossible to feel any better, Song Shiyu will only feel more uncomfortable.
But his feelings were beyond Ji Fanyin's consideration.
"...Then what did you like about me in the past?" Song Shiyu asked persistently and eagerly, "If I change back to what you liked before, no, if I can become more worthy of your like than then, Will you re--"
Ji Fanyin drank the last gulp of Tiantian's milk with a straw, stretched out his hand and dragged the heavy box on the side to Song Shiyu.
The box is a bit old, and the metal bottom makes a screeching noise as it rubs against the tabletop.
Ji Fanyin pressed her palm on it, and she said calmly, "The answer you want may be here."
Song Shiyu stared at the box in a daze, and he muttered, "I think back on the past, and I feel like it was all a dream, but now I'm awake."
Ji Fanyin has stood up.
Hearing Song Shiyu say this, she chuckled again.
"Song Shiyu, sometimes it's more painful to be awake." She tapped the surface of the box with her knuckles twice, "For the sake of three million, I kindly remind you, this, it's better to find someone without anyone else. open it again.”
Otherwise, it may be the same as the day in the daytime. The tall man of 1.85 meters will be abused to the point of crouching on the ground without any image, crying loudly.
Of course, it is impossible to pay for the bill. Ji Fanyin took her laptop and car keys and left directly.
——Song Shiyu has specially asked for a treat. This meal is only a few hundred dollars, so there is no need to save Song Dashao.
Ji Fanyin calculated that Song Shiyu would be in pain because of what was in the box. The more painful he was, the more he wanted to go back to the past; the more he wanted to go back to the past, the more he realized what he had missed, and then the pain would accumulate even deeper.
It is difficult for anyone to save himself from such a whirlpool of obsessions.
When such pain is too much to bear, it will choose to escape to seek temporary relief.
For example, when drinking, Song Shiyu used to love to drink alcohol to relieve his worries. Even when he was in good spirits, there was a whole wall of wine cabinets at home.
Ji Fanyin thought so.
…
The box Ji Fanyin gave was like a Pandora's box. Song Shiyu knew that opening it would be bad luck, but he couldn't contain the thought of seeing it.
It was Ji Fanyin's words that made him endure it until he returned home, and then carefully placed the box on the table and prepared to open it.
After flipping it, Song Shiyu discovered that the box had been locked from one side. It was a very simple four-digit password, and it was possible to get it out after 10,000 tries.
But the box looked a little rusty, as if it hadn't been opened for a long time.
Song Shiyu hesitated for a moment, then tried his four-digit birthday with trembling fingers.
With a click, the lock opened directly.
Song Shiyu was suddenly overwhelmed by a feeling of drowning, his lungs seemed to be squeezed into small pieces by an invisible big hand, his heart was beating wildly overwhelmed, but his body was still congealing him from the depths of his blood vessels like ice.
Song Shiyu pressed the surface of the box tightly. The expectations just now were like butterflies. They had just gathered together, but now they all flew away and disappeared.
Overwhelmed, he got up, poured a glass of tequila, and drank it, feeling a little courage in his body.
Song Shiyu used the courage given by this glass of wine to turn around and directly lifted the box, and the lid of the box slammed into the table.
There are many things lying in the box, most of which are so unfamiliar to Song Shiyu.
But he could recognize a lot.
For example, for a few of them, Song Shiyu knew that they were his own birthday present to Ji Fanyin.
Most of them were bought from the same store after listening to the clerk's recommendation when they carefully selected gifts for Ji Xinxin.
Song Shiyu raised the tequila bottle in front of him, took a sip from the mouth of the bottle, and masochistically took out the contents one by one and put them on the table.
He searched and identified them one by one.
Before you know it, the tequila bottle is empty.
Song Shiyu only recognized less than a third of the objects, but it was enough for him to understand what was in the box.
That was Ji Fanyin's "like".
It was Song Shiyu who realized how precious a love was after he realized his emotions.
They were carefully collected bit by bit, and then with a bang, they all smashed back on his head mercilessly.
Song Shiyu heard tinnitus.
It was thin at first, then gradually grew larger, slicing back and forth between his ears like it was going to run through his brain, and finally pierced into his chest.
It was followed by angina pectoris.
I don't know if it's because I recalled the despised things I did in the past for too long in front of this box, or because of the continuous overloading of work in recent months, Song Shiyu is already quite familiar with angina pectoris.
Song Shiyu fell into the sofa in despair, frowning and patiently waiting for the pain to pass.
But when the colic didn't get better after a while, Song Shiyu realized something was wrong.
When he suddenly opened his eyes, he was already in a cold sweat, and his hands and feet were almost unresponsive. Fortunately, there was a voice assistant on his mobile phone, and Song Shiyu used his last strength to call his assistant.
Song Shiyu gasped and grabbed the clothes on his chest. He smiled bitterly and thought of the young men and women in the news who died suddenly because of staying up late.
He had never been dismissive of those news before, feeling that it would not happen to him.
Even the frequent angina pectoris was ignored by himself.
――Is it my turn
- But I haven't had time to ask her forgiveness.
――If this is the last minute of my life, why is there only the word "regret" left in my life
Song Shiyu lost his vision in the darkness.
In a trance, Song Shiyu seemed to see the former Ji Fanyin appear in front of him again.
He heard his own voice and asked cynically, "How are you thinking about it? It's not a bad thing for you, don't you like me? Then as long as you can be with me, I don't care about you as anyone, right?"
Ji Fanyin looked up at him.
Don't promise me. Song Shiyu thought vaguely.
…
Then, he saw Ji Fanyin silently and slowly raise a disdainful middle finger towards him.
"Song Shiyu, are you worthy?" she asked in a soft and slightly trembling voice.
Song Shiyu suddenly felt relieved.
He also asked himself the same question in his heart.
Am I worthy