Although they hadn't seen each other for a long time, since they were all good classmates, there was no sense of strangeness when they met again.
The three of them went together to get food.
Xi Nan followed behind Song Zhixing with a plate in his hand. While serving her food like a gentleman, he asked casually, "Are you worried about something today? Aren't you usually very talkative? But today you are silent."
Song Zhixing pouted and made up an excuse: "I feel guilty towards you. If I hadn't messed around, you wouldn't have been transferred. Although it's a better school, it must be hard to adapt to the environment, right?"
"Yeah, it was hard to adapt." Xi Nan looked at her and smiled, his smile was clean and fresh. "I heard from Chen Cheng that I was transferred because you wrote me a love letter. Where is the love letter?"
Song Zhixing gritted his teeth. Chen Cheng has a big mouth!
"I tore it up a long time ago. Now that things have come to this, I feel embarrassed to keep it as a souvenir." Song Zhixing was extremely embarrassed, but he pretended to be relaxed.
"It would be a shame to tear it up." Xi Nan did not hide the regret in his tone, "How about you write me another one?"
"Still writing!" Song Zhixing took a hairy crab and placed it heavily on the plate in front of him. "Student Xi, you really want to be expelled, don't you?"
"Is your second uncle really that scary?"
Song Zhixing uttered a "hmm" sound from his nose, and his mood calmed down a little when he was mentioned.
Xi Nan, however, didn't seem to be afraid at all, and was still thinking about the love letter. "I was transferred and I haven't even seen the shadow of the love letter. Don't you think it's too unfair? If you don't write it, you can dictate it to me."
Song Zhixing was about to reply "forgot" when his cell phone suddenly rang.
She took it out and looked at it, and was stunned for a long time. Xi Nan held his plate in one hand and hers in the other, and gently bumped her back with his shoulder, "Are you not going to answer the phone?"
“… Listen.” Song Zhixing came back to his senses, thought for a moment, and put the phone to his ear.
She didn't speak immediately, but just stood there holding the phone. Tang Yu seemed very busy. There was a slight rustling sound coming from the phone. He seemed to be flipping through documents and signing them. After about ten seconds, he spoke, "Have you eaten?"
"… not yet."
"on the way home?"
Song Zhixing said "hmm" vaguely and glanced at Xi Nan. He didn't dare to say that he was with him, for fear of getting Xi Nan into trouble again.
"Xingxing, do you want to eat this?" At this moment, Xi Nan asked. He didn't turn around, but pointed at the luxurious abalone and whispered, "Can I get you some? I think you will like this."
Song Zhixing wanted to cover the microphone, but it was too late. Over there, Tang Yu's breathing became heavier.
"Where are you?" His tone became more serious.
Song Zhixing knew that he couldn't hide it, so he had to tell the truth, "... I was having dinner with my classmates."
"Male classmate?"
"You heard everything just now." Song Zhixing bit his lower lip.
"In that case, why didn't you tell me the truth just now?" He didn't like her lying to him, especially for a man.
Song Zhixing didn't know how to explain, so she could only stand there silently holding her phone. When Tang Yu's attitude cooled down, she still felt afraid.
"Don't want to answer? Okay, then tell me, which male classmate are you with now?" Tang Yu's attitude remained calm and there was no sign of joy or anger. Having said this, he paused for a moment, raised his thin lips, and uttered two words, "Xi Nan?"
The sixth sense is not something that only women have.
Song Zhixing's heart tightened. He never expected that he could be so sensitive.
"It's not Xi Nan." She was afraid of implicating Xi Nan again, so she denied it immediately without thinking. Holding the phone, she walked to a quiet place, "He's just an ordinary classmate. Second uncle, don't embarrass Xi Nan anymore, it has nothing to do with him!"
Over there, Tang Yu's eyebrows jumped, and his tense fingers paused on the document.
very good!
She really was defending that boy in every word she said!
Ha~ He almost forgot that the boy was her sweetheart!
He could have ignored her lying, but now, not only did he want to care about it, but he also wanted to settle it with her seriously!
"Xingxing, tell me the truth—" Tang Yu's attitude remained calm, but his voice was so deep and cold that it was frightening. "Who are you with that needs to lie to me again and again?"
Song Zhixing couldn't stand his attitude. Her heartstrings were tense, and her hand holding the phone also tightened. She knew that Tang Yu's heart was like a mirror. Her lies could never deceive him.
"Don't ask me any more. I'm busy here. I'm going to hang up now." She had no choice but to avoid the question. Otherwise, she would make more mistakes the more she talked.
"Song Zhixing, just try and hang up on me!" Tang Yu shouted.
"Second Uncle, why are you so obsessed with my making friends?" Song Zhixing asked with some sadness and tiredness.
Tang Yu's breathing became heavier. He was silent for a moment. He did not answer immediately, but asked back: "Don't you know? Or have you been pretending to be stupid and don't want to understand?"
Song Zhixing was very timid. She didn't dare to listen to what he said next. She just said first: "I don't know! I don't want to know! But, Second Uncle, you are only my uncle. You have no right to ask me about my friends!"
What a nice sentence, just 'uncle'!
Tang Yu snorted and laughed, "Song Zhixing, say what you just said again."
Song Zhixing was confused. She wanted to distance herself from Tang Yu; she wanted to prove to herself that she didn't have any abnormal admiration for him. It was just like Chen Cheng said, she was just briefly confused by him. So, she continued to harden her heart, ignoring the uncontrollable pain and discomfort in her heart, and said stiffly: "You are just my uncle. Even my aunt never asked me about my friends. Why do you ask? Even if..."
"What?" His voice was extremely cold.
“… Even if I have a boyfriend, you can’t question me like this.” She said this deliberately.
As soon as Song Zhixing finished speaking, Tang Yu's voice was not heard on the phone for a long time, only the man's increasingly heavy breathing. Song Zhixing held the phone, stood there with her eyes closed, and felt a dull pain in her chest. Even she herself didn't know why.
Isn't this what she wants, to cut off ties with him
After waiting for a long time, finally...
"I'll assume what you said just now was because you were overly frightened last night. I don't want to hear it a second time!" His voice rang out again, without any warmth, but like a king's warning, loud and clear.
"And - if you want me to just be your uncle, you have to first figure out whether I still treat you as my niece!" He snorted coldly, his tone cruel, "Have you ever seen an uncle wanting to sleep with his niece?"