When Xia Zhiye returned to the house, Song Yan was changing his clothes, and walked over to help him turn out the collar of his coat at the back: "Brother Yan, I need to discuss something with you."
"Ok."
"I have something to go out for evening self-study, and I may not be back until around eleven o'clock. You probably have to wait for me in the dormitory alone."
"Oh, I see."
"Gone?"
Xia Zhiye asked.
Song Yan turned around: "Otherwise?"
"As my boyfriend, shouldn't you torture me about my whereabouts to see if I have private meetings with others?" Xia Zhiye asked back with confidence.
Song Yan replied with a blank expression: "Did you watch too many family ethics dramas with grandma?"
Xia Zhiye: "..."
Fine.
At first, I thought that Song Yan would be upset if I had to go out to celebrate my birthday together at night, but I didn't expect Song Yan to not care at all.
But Song Yan just thought it was just right, anyway, he had to go out for evening self-study, and he would come back before eleven o'clock, which just saved the trouble of explaining to Xia Zhiye.
After all, if Xia Zhiye knew that he went to play with Song Minghai in order to change the air conditioner for grandma, he would probably feel uncomfortable, so he could just keep talking and let Xia Zhiye have a happy birthday.
So this topic came to an abrupt end, and no one mentioned a word.
Song Yan lowered his head and straightened the sleeves of his coat by himself, and while doing so, he suddenly felt his eyes darken, his neck warmed up, and when he raised his eyes slightly, his eyes met the thick red knitted fabric on the other's chest and a pair of slender white hands.
Those hands were pinching the two ends of a piece of dark blue thick-thread knitted fabric, skillfully tied a beautiful knot on Song Yan's chest, and then tucked the hem into the neckline of Song Yan's coat.
The same style of scarf, the same way of tying the scarf, just short of writing the couple outfit on the face.
Song Yanang wanted to ask Xia Zhiye if he didn't think he died fast enough for fear that Liu Deqing wouldn't find out that they were in a puppy relationship, but when he raised his head, his lips were lightly touched.
Then I saw Xia Zhiye frowned, looking at him, smiling happily and softly: "Good morning, boyfriend."
"..."
After a brief pause, Song Yan felt that this couple outfit might not be so obvious.
After all, it's the first day together.
It can still be a little bit ceremonial.
But only for this day, next time is no exception.
Men can't love brains.
Song Yan walked out of the courtyard with a straight face.
Xia Zhiye looked at someone who was bewildered by a good morning kiss, lowered his head and smiled lightly, rolled out his bicycle, straddled his long legs, and rode up to Song Yan, stopped, tilted his head and smiled and said, "Have a boyfriend?" Exclusive throne, what way to go, come up."
It’s true that I haven’t enjoyed Xia Zhiye’s exclusive pick-up benefits for a long time, and I still miss it a little.
After sitting in the back seat and feeling the soft and firm touch of the familiar pink bicycle, Song Yan really realized that Xia Zhiye had returned from Beijing, and he would be able to sleep for another ten minutes every morning.
This kind of small satisfaction suddenly made Song Yan feel better. He let out a sigh of satisfaction, lowered his head and hid his chin in the scarf. Just as he was about to insert his hands into his pockets, Xia Zhiye dragged his wrist forward and brought him into the Natsuedo's own coat pocket.
Song Yan: "?"
"I see other people's boyfriends hugging their girlfriends like this, and their hands can't freeze." Xia Zhiye said, holding Song Yan's hand and rubbing it, trying to cool Song Yan with his own body temperature Warm your stiff knuckles.
Song Yan moved her fingertips slightly, but she didn't break free, she just said coldly, "I'm not your girlfriend."
"My boyfriend also hurts." Xia Zhiye said and turned back to lift the scarf for him, "Later, lean your face against my back, so that the wind can't blow the cute little face of our annoying princess."
After finishing speaking, before Song Yan could react, he stomped on the pedal hard and drove Song Yanfei out of the snowy alley with a smile.
And Song Yan, who was behind him, hugged Xia Zhiye's waist tightly because of instinctive inertia, and there was no time to beat him.
The cold wind of the deep winter was blowing head-on like this, but it didn't fall on Song Yan's exposed skin at all.
Putting his hands in Xia Zhiye's pockets, wrapping his arms around his waist, and pressing his face against his back, smelling the reassuring smell and warm body temperature on his body, he thought to himself that this is the person who has a boyfriend. Do you feel
Actually not bad.
At least I would rather laugh on the back of Xia Zhiye's bicycle than cry in Song Minghai's Maybach.
Song Yan closed his eyes contentedly and relaxed, and even wanted to take the opportunity to catch up on sleep.
As a result, not long after closing the door, I heard the earth shaking and the mountains shaking: "Xia Zhiye! You stop for me! How courageous you are! How dare you have a puppy love openly and aboveboard!"
Song Yan's heart tightened, and he opened his eyes.
And as soon as he opened it, he met Liu Deqing's mung bean eyes, which were originally angry but turned into bewilderment in an instant.
So Song Yan blinked.
Liu Deqing also blinked.
"..."
After a silent confrontation, Liu Deqing asked his soul: "Why are you?!"
After asking, she turned her head to look at Xia Zhiye: "Why are you still smiling so spring breeze while you are carrying a boy?!"
Xia Zhiye died of grievances: "Director, I have been away from school for too long, and I finally returned to my alma mater today, so I showed a touching and happy smile. Can't you feel my love for No. 3 Middle School?"
Liu Deqing: "..."
Is it really
Liu Deqing didn't believe that Xia Zhiye's mouth was a deceit at all, and looked at the honest student Song Yan in his heart: "Tell me, why do you two go to school together? Why are you sitting on the back seat of his bicycle?"
Song Yan dealt with everything directly with indifferent facial paralysis: "A dormitory. I'm going to be late. I can't ride a bike."
Liu Deqing: "..."
Sounds like nothing wrong with it.
Seeing Liu Deqing's shaken expression, Song Yan added blankly: "Teacher, early self-study is about to start. Although Xia Zhiye won the Olympiad gold medal and I won the first place in the Youth Cup, we all feel that the usual I can't let go of my studies, I haven't memorized the vocabulary for today, can you let me go back to the classroom first?"
As long as Song Yan leaves Xia Zhiye's Jiangzhi buff, he will be a standard taciturn and cold academic bully, the kind who never needs the teacher to worry about it.
As soon as Liu Deqing heard that he was always thinking about studying, he immediately thought that these two people were the few Qingbei seedlings in the third middle school, so he let them go.
However, after the two of them walked away, they still couldn't help but licked their shiny foreheads.
Obviously, when he looked at it from a distance just now, he felt that it must be a girl hugging Xia Zhiye's waist. With that kind of atmosphere, that kind of emotion, he shouldn't have misunderstood it after decades of puppy love.
But it's really just two big boys.
So is he really old? Lost eyes and intuition
Under the afterglow of the rising sun, Liu Deqing's back suddenly looked old for many years.
As soon as he was out of Liu Deqing's sight, Song Yan jumped off the bicycle, put his hands in his pockets, and walked towards the classroom quickly and sullenly.
Xia Zhiye hurriedly parked the car, and quickly followed with two long legs: "Brother Yan, wait for me."
Song Yan didn't even look back: "Stay away from me in school."
"Why, are you having an underground relationship?" Xia Zhiye smiled and hugged Song Yan's shoulder from behind.
Song Yan pushed his arm aside, "Otherwise, do you want to be caught by Liu Deqing?"
Being caught by Liu Deqing is a small matter, but being caught by Liu Deqing and telling Song Minghai is a big matter.
After all, Song Minghai could really do such a thing as throwing the checkbook at Xia Zhiye's face and saying "I'll give you five million to leave my son".
Just imagining how Song Minghai got out of the car arrogantly, then stared at the small broken yard in Zaijiu Lane, then gave a contemptuous and mocking smile, using money to threaten and lure grandma and little mahjong, Song Yan felt his scalp go numb.
It's already 2020, and he doesn't want this bloody plot of rich elders throwing money at poor boys and beating little mandarin ducks to happen to him.
So at least until he became an adult, he didn't want Song Minghai to know that there was such a person as Xia Zhiye, let alone let him find out that he had a puppy love with a man.
Xia Zhiye didn't take it seriously, and hugged Song Yan again with a shameless face: "If you are caught, you will be caught. At worst, you will drop out of school. I will steal the battery car to support you, hiss—"
Song Yan responded with a cold face and elbowed his backhand, his attitude was very firm.
Xia Zhiye stopped teasing him, hooked his neck and laughed in a low voice: "Don't worry, I know in my heart, I will definitely not let Liu Deqing catch me."
"Then let go of your paws first."
"Row."
"You are not allowed to talk to me in class."
"no problem."
"After class, you are not allowed to use your hands and feet to say shameless things."
"What you say is what you say."
"Everyone eats their own food."
"it is good."
Xia Zhiye smiled and agreed.
Anyway, Song Yan would definitely not be able to persist for a day, otherwise the bad habits I had worked so hard to cultivate for him before would be in vain.
Xia Zhiye thought of Song Yan's "21-day cold treatment plan" that died on the first day, and began to be blindly confident.
However, when things really happened, he felt that something was wrong.
When Song Yan arrived in the classroom, there was already breakfast brought by Xiaopang on the seat.
Song Yan knows how to peel tea eggs by himself.
Song Yanhui went to fetch the boiling water by himself.
Someone was waiting while Song Yan was having lunch, and Song Yan would patiently pick out the things he didn't eat.
Song Yan even accepted the cheapest flavored milk tea from the school cafeteria for three yuan a cup.
Xia Zhiye was shocked.
After school in the afternoon, when Song Yan was sipping milk tea and was about to go to the cafeteria for dinner with Xiaopang and the others as usual, Xia Zhiye pushed him back to his seat, and then snatched the three-yuan cup of milk tea from his hand.
Song Yan looked puzzled: "What are you doing?"
Xia Zhiye looked serious: "Don't you know how to peel tea eggs? Don't you even think Michelle Ice City and Coco are cheap and don't want to drink them? And don't you like eating canteens?"
It's all kind of messy questions.
Is Xia Zhiye out of his mind
Song Yan felt a little annoyed at the thought of going to the cafeteria late and having to queue for a long time: "I bought you a watch before, so I ran out of money."
"That watch is 42,000. You should have at least 50,000 on you. Why can't you even afford takeaway?"
"Didn't I give you back five thousand cash... Wait."
"etc."
Two "wait" sounds together.
Xia Zhiye looked at Song Yan: "When did you give me five thousand cash?"
Song Yan realized that he had slipped his tongue and didn't bother to hide it, so he said angrily, "Otherwise, do you think the money in your schoolbag fell from the sky?"
The money in the bag
Xia Zhiye dragged out his schoolbag from the belly of the table and took out all the thick stacks of books, only to find that there was a thick envelope at the bottom of the innermost layer.
Xia Zhiye looked at the stack of brand-new pink banknotes inside, then looked at the three-yuan cup of milk tea, and remembered that Song Yan, who had only eaten take-out before, was also used to the greasy and unpalatable food in the cafeteria. An indescribably sore feeling.
He always thought that in the relationship between himself and Song Yan, he was the one who did more, but in fact, somewhere he didn't see or notice, a certain bad-tempered young master had done more than him. many.
On the other end, Song Yan also realized that the question was wrong, and frowned slightly: "How do you know that I have at least 50,000 on me?"
"That, actually..."
"Wait." Xia Zhiye was just about to confess, when Song Yan's phone screen lit up, and after signaling Xia Zhiye to keep quiet, he answered the phone with an extremely indifferent tone, "Well, I see, you are waiting for me at the school gate , I'll come by myself."
After finishing speaking, he hung up the phone, and said to Xia Zhiye: "I'll go out first, and I'll talk about it when I come back."
After speaking, he carried his schoolbag and walked out of the classroom.
Xia Zhiye's words had already reached his lips, and he could only swallow them. Just in time, Xiaopang forgot to take his meal card and hurried back to the classroom, so he called him: "Fang Chang, what's going on?"
It is rare for Xiaopang to hear someone call him by his name, and he has a premonition that something is wrong, so he said vigilantly: "What's the matter, Master Xia, brother Yan quarreled with you again?"
"No, I just want to ask you what you promised me before to help me take care of Song Yan?"
Before Xia Zhiye left, he bought him a set of limited edition figures that Xiaopang had coveted for a long time to help take care of the young master Song Yan. Xiaopangpidianpidian agreed without feeling anything wrong.
"Isn't this well taken care of?" The little chubby Zhang Er monk was puzzled, "And I also educated my brother, I said he is too big, too picky, too bad for life, can't be like this, You have to change, you need to learn to be thrifty and self-reliant, otherwise the people around you will be very tired. Look, isn’t it much better now.”
Fatty is quite proud.
Xia Zhiye: "..."
What a fart.
Song Yan originally felt that his own personality was not likable, and only by taking the initiative to give others a lot can others like him.
That's why Xia Zhiye is willing to always accommodate his bad temper and indulge his bad habits, just to let him know that even though he has shortcomings, he himself is worthy enough to be liked by others.
Now that it's done like this, Song Yan may really feel that he will be liked only if he changes.
But it is impossible to say that Xiaopang did something wrong, after all, Xiaopang is really good for Song Yan.
But as long as Song Yan heard others tell him what he needed to change, Xia Zhiye felt distressed when he lay alone on the bed and reflected on his doubts, and then wronged himself to change it.
Thinking that a young master like Song Yan actually started to save money for himself, it made him feel even more distressed.
Xia Zhiye felt that he must have a good chat with Song Yan when he came back.
However, before Song Yan came back, Xia Yu's WeChat message popped up on the screen: [We're at the school gate, come out quickly]
So I could only send Song Yan a WeChat message: [I ordered Heytea and takeaway for you, wait for me to come back obediently, I have something important to tell you tonight. ]
·
When Song Yan received this WeChat message, he had just walked to the school gate, thinking about what important things Xia Zhiye could tell him, when he looked up, he was blinded by a bright red Ferrari two-door supercar at the school gate dog eyes.
Even against the backdrop of this extravagant supercar, even Song Minghai's Maybach seemed low-key.
However, Song Yan has seen many kinds of luxury cars since he was a child. This kind of multi-million-dollar sports car is not enough to attract his attention. What really attracts his attention is the young man leaning next to the super car. girl.
very beautiful.
Still very ostentatiously beautiful.
I don’t know if it’s the hair dye or the colored contact lenses. In short, the soft and fluffy big waves and the eyes are light brown. The skin is very fair, the eye sockets are deep, and the eyes are peach blossom eyes with inner hooks and outer curls. It looks a bit mixed. There is also an inexplicable familiarity.
But I should have never seen this girl before, otherwise I shouldn't have forgotten this appearance, but if I haven't seen it, what is the inexplicable familiarity
Just as Song Yan was thinking, his gaze fell on the girl's wrist, and then his eyes became extremely cold in an instant.
——The girl wears a limited edition Cartier diamond bracelet on her wrist, which is exactly the same as the one on the head portrait of the rich woman [Lao Niang Mei Jianye] who often finds Xia Zhiye to play with.
No wonder I feel that she looks familiar.
But why did she appear at the gate of Nanwu No. 3 Middle School
And it happens to be Christmas Eve and Xia Zhiye's day
It just so happens that Xia Zhiye has something to go out tonight
All kinds of conditions are added together, and the answer is ready to come out.
Song Yan clenched his fists unconsciously, thinking that he would call Xia Zhiye out to confront him face to face.
But it would be too embarrassing to do so.
And Song Yan believes in Xia Zhiye, believes that Xia Zhiye will not do things beyond the bottom line, also believes that Xia Zhiye will not betray himself, and even more believes that Xia Zhiye can handle this matter well.
But he told himself this rationally, but he couldn't control his emotions at all. Song Yan clenched his fists tightly, biting his back molars, and couldn't help cursing in his heart.
Stupid Xia Zhiye.
Garbage Xia Zhiye.
The beast Xia Zhiye.
Goubi Xia Zhiye.
Actually secretly seeing other rich women behind his back and not reporting in advance, I am really impatient.
If you don't let him see the Song family's family rules when he comes back at night, he will never want to be the daughter-in-law of the Song family!
Song Yan thought about it, took a deep breath, tried to swallow his anger, adjusted his state, arranged his hair and coat, and after making sure that there was no mistake in his demeanor, he walked up to the girl and said coldly and alienated: "You are here to find Xia Zhiye Yes."
Xia Yu had been waiting for Xia Zhiye to be bored, when he heard the voice, he suddenly raised his head and saw that it was a very handsome boy, he immediately became excited and smiled very touchingly: "Yes, little brother, how do you know that?" ah?"
Who is your brother.
Is it true that the good-looking boys are all your younger brothers
Song Yan felt very uncomfortable when she thought that this girl named Xia Zhiye was also a younger brother, but she maintained her basic upbringing on the surface: "Well, I'm his roommate, and I'm lucky enough to have seen your photo."
"oh, I see… "
wrong.
etc.
roommate? !
Natsudano's roommate? !
After Xia Yu realized that the pretty boy in front of him was likely to be her future younger brother and "sister", she became energetic.
Just when I was about to recognize my relatives on the spot, I heard my noble, glamorous and beautiful younger brother "sister" say coldly: "Although I don't know exactly what your relationship is, I still want to say that Xia Zhiye is underage and has already I'm not single anymore, so I hope you can be careful."
After finishing speaking, after leaving a sentence of "Happy Christmas Eve", he turned around and got into the Maybach behind him, leaving no room for discussion.
Xia Yu was stunned.
What does it mean
Is it popular among children nowadays to declare sovereignty like this
After Song Yan sat in the co-pilot, he recalled what he had done just now, and after confirming that he had not lost his composure, he let out a long breath.
Fortunately, Song Minghai's Maybach has been discontinued. Although it looks lower-key than the Ferrari, it is actually more expensive, so he did not lose the battle.
At least let the rich woman know that Xia Zhiye is definitely not just a rich friend of hers, so she can be more cautious about what she does.
And Song Minghai kept his head buried in the car looking at the financial statements, and didn't notice Song Yan's behavior just now, but after hearing the sound of him getting into the car, he said without raising his head: "Let's go."
Upon hearing this, the driver immediately started the vehicle and quickly drove away from the old street in front of the school.
·
After the vehicle arrived at the five-star hotel in the city center, Song Minghai did not take Song Yan directly to the banquet hall, but took him back to the hotel suite on the top floor.
From the closet, I took out a white dress that was prepared in advance and was very expensive at first glance, and threw it to him: "Take off your hideously ugly scarf for me, and put on this set, and someone will come over later." I'll take care of it for you."
Your scarf is hideously ugly.
Song Yan confidently felt that Song Minghai had no aesthetics at all.
However, although he had trouble with Song Minghai, his education from childhood had made him used to the most basic social etiquette and banquet cultivation, so even though he disagreed with Song Minghai's evaluation of his scarf, he still chose to take the dress.
He just rejected the proposal to take care of his hair coldly and harshly: "I don't need my hair, I'm not one of your female companions who need Israeli servants."
Song Minghai didn't get angry, he just walked to the full-length mirror and picked out a brooch for himself: "It's fine, it's good to keep your hair like this, so it doesn't look so deliberate."
Song Yan didn't even bother to roll his eyes, picked up his clothes and went into the suite.
He is tall, and his frame is not broad, but his waist is narrow and his legs are long. The white dress that was supposed to look fat fit him just right, giving him the air of a noble young master.
When he came out after changing his clothes, he received a satisfied look from Song Minghai: "That's right, it's not embarrassing to take it out."
After finishing speaking, he threw an exquisitely packaged gift box over: "The gift is also prepared for you, just give it to the birthday star yourself."
It's quite heavy, I don't know what it is.
Song Yan opened the lid of the box and found that lying on the dark blue velvet was a silver dagger with a handle studded with gems. He sneered, "It's quite ingenious to give a knife as a birthday present."
Song Minghai explained in a slow and friendly manner: "This is a cultural relic from the Victorian period, worth 170,000 yuan, and the birthday person is exactly 17 years old."
Really worth the money.
"It seems that Song always asks for others."
Song Yan's tone was not without sarcasm.
Song Minghai was noncommittal: "There is a project that needs to take pictures of a piece of land in Nanwu, but there is something wrong now. If there is no line from their family, this piece of land can't be taken. All the initial investment can only be put on hold, and the capital chain will appear. The question is, you probably can't continue to guarantee your luxurious life, do you understand, Eldest Young Master Song?"
"clear."
"If you understand, I hope you can perform well tonight."
Song Yan didn't know how to behave well, but anyway, if he was in a bad mood, he would be happy to embarrass Song Minghai in front of someone he needed to please.
So he put away the knife, and responded perfunctorily: "Okay, Mr. Song, so can we go to celebrate our birthday now? I have to go back to the dormitory before eleven o'clock."
Song Minghai finally picked out a brooch he was satisfied with, pinned it, and straightened the collar of his suit: "Okay, let's go."
It has to be said that when Song Minghai was wearing formal attire, he looked a bit like the domineering boss in Mary Su's novels, while Song Yan's eyebrows were even more exquisite and beautiful. Wearing a formal attire, his cold face looked more advanced.
When the two appeared in the banquet hall at the same time, they immediately caught the attention of most people in the venue.
In addition, Song Minghai did have a small status in the mall, and there were countless people who came up to flatter and praise him.
Song Minghai's goal was very clear. After a few words of politeness, he picked up his wine glass and took Song Yan straight to the center of the venue: "Your Grandpa Xia's grandson is about the same age as you, with good grades and good overall qualities. , if there is no accident, next year I plan to help him apply for the Ivy League school, you remember to talk to him more later, and learn from him."
"By the way, can you help you get the favorability of your partner?"
Song Yan didn't intend to save any face for Song Minghai, so he glanced lazily at the banquet hall.
A 24-hour constant temperature and oxygenated space, the room is full of fragrant clothes and glasses, and the ten-storey cake tower in the middle of the room should be made by a star pastry chef. It looks exquisite and unusual.
Song Yan suddenly felt quite ironic.
They are all surnamed Xia, and they all have birthdays on the same day. As a result, some people have to find ways to change an air conditioner, while others have a 24-hour constant temperature system. Some people are reluctant to buy a cake, and some people spend hundreds of thousands. Just to throw a dinner party full of strangers.
If it wasn't for changing the air conditioner and buying a cake for someone he likes, there would be no need for him to follow Song Minghai to such a boring place.
Maybe at this moment, I can follow Xia Zhiye to drink milk tea and play games secretly in the last row of the classroom, how comfortable it is.
Thinking about it, Song Yan didn't even have a good impression of the protagonist of this birthday party, and just wanted to get out of the way early, after all, the cake ordered for Xia Zhiye was still waiting for him to go back to pick it up, and someone else went out to meet the rich woman The scumbag on a date kneels while waiting for the washboard.
So holding the gift box with one hand, he turned around and asked Song Minghai, "What's the name of your partner's grandson? I'll go and give him the gift and leave."
As a result, as soon as he finished asking, Song Minghai seemed to have seen someone suddenly, and with a humble and gentle smile, he raised his wine glass behind Song Yan, and walked over slowly: "Old Xia, long time no see, how have you been recently?" .”
It seems that the Lord has arrived.
Song Yan heard the words and turned around in Song Minghai's direction expressionlessly: "Xia..."
I was going to say a few polite words, but when I turned around and saw the scene in front of me, the word Xia stuck in my throat abruptly.
Standing in front of him was a thin and hale old man in a Tang suit, with white hair and a childlike face.
On the left arm of the old man is a young girl, with big light brown waves, curved peach eyes, and a smile, and the Cartier bracelet on her hand shines brightly under the light.
On the right side of the old man stood a slender and tall young man, wearing a black custom-made suit without a logo that was extremely expensive at first glance, but wrapped around his neck was a thick red scarf that looked inferior at first glance.
The shallow forehead hair was pulled back, revealing the three-dimensional facial features with high nose and deep eyebrows and a pair of attractive peach blossom eyes.
The pair of light brown eyes that usually have a sloppy smile are also full of shock, sluggishness and fear of death at this moment, as if seeing someone unexpected.
Between the four eyes, the atmosphere fell into an almost suffocating stillness.
Song Yan thought, there must be two people in this world who look exactly the same, have the same surname, and have the same birthday.
Maybe this person is just Xia Zhiye's half-brother.
Or it may be the biological brothers and twins of the same father and the same mother, but Xia Zhiye was unfortunately lost for some reason and was living outside.
After all, the person in front of him couldn't be Xia Zhiye.
Even if it is, it must be just an illusion.
Otherwise, there must be a death between him and Xia Zhiye.
But they were just together today, and it would be a cruel thing to die, so this person must not be Xia Zhiye.
However, Song Minghai's rare gentle and friendly voice sounded cruelly in his ears: "Come on, Xiaoyan, let me introduce you, this is your granddaughter Xia Yu, this is your grandson Xia Zhiye. "
So at that moment, Song Yan was completely unable to describe what his brain and heart felt like.
All I know is that luckily Song Minghai prepared a knife as a gift.
convenient.