Originally thought to be strange and indifferent, he actually wasn't as indifferent to her as he seemed on the surface, right
Song Zhixing thought about this, and her depressed mood suddenly improved a lot. She didn't hesitate anymore, took out her ID card and handed it to the front desk. The front desk staff quickly checked her in.
"Thank you." She took the room card with a smile.
Tang Yu had already reached the elevator, and Song Zhixing followed him. The two of them stood in front of the elevator. He didn't seem to want to talk to her anymore. He just put his hands in his pockets and looked up at the numbers jumping above his head.
Song Zhixing Song Zhixing held her schoolbag and stood silently behind him, looking at his back almost greedily.
After three years of not seeing him, time has not left any traces on him. He is still as young and handsome as ever. Standing so close, I can faintly smell the smell of alcohol and some tobacco on him. He has started smoking now. And I'm afraid he smokes a lot.
Just as he was daydreaming, the elevator made a ding-ding sound and the door opened. Tang Yu took the lead and Song Zhixing followed closely behind him. He pressed the number for the top floor, and Song Zhixing reached out to press the 18th floor where his room was located. When he reached out, Tang Yu's slender fingers just happened to land on '18'.
The two of them, their fingers just touched.
His fingertips were hot, and when they touched her hand, she felt as if she had been electrocuted. Her heart trembled, and her fingers stiffened. She knew it was a little ridiculous, but she couldn't bear to leave such a temperature. She even had a strong desire to hold his hand tightly in her palm.
However, the moment this thought came to his mind, Tang Yu had already coldly withdrawn his hand.
No nostalgia at all.
Compared to the turmoil in her heart, he looked so calm, so calm and indifferent.
Song Zhixing looked at him disappointedly and took her hand back disappointedly. She took a step behind him and sighed softly, "Thank you."
"No need." He replied simply and a little coldly.
"This is not the only thing I'm thankful for." Song Zhixing tried his best to smile, pretending to be relaxed while waving the room card in front of him, "And this. I can actually sleep in the school. Don't listen to what the senior sister said about the school being unsafe. I've lived here for three years and nothing happened. They just like to exaggerate. And..."
"I don't want to meddle in other people's business." He suddenly spoke, as if he was impatient to listen to her nagging. Song Zhixing was stunned, and the crisp voice stopped abruptly. He could only look at him stupidly. He repeated, "I don't want to care about you. In the first place, I shouldn't care about you tonight."
"Then why... do you care about me?" She bit her lip, her voice as light as a mosquito.
"Thank your aunt. I once promised her that I would take good care of you. I have no power to care whether you are doing well or not, nor do I want to care. Since it is such a coincidence that I met you today, I have to fulfill my promise."
I can't manage, nor do I want to manage...
Just have to fulfil the promise...
She could hear the reluctance in his tone.
Her chest felt sore and even breathing became difficult. She tightened her grip on the card, the thin card almost embedded in her palm.
She felt like an idiot, thinking that he still cared about her. But in fact, her affairs had become something he didn't want to get involved in.
That's all.
"If that's the case, I'll stay here without hesitation." No matter how bitter and uncomfortable she felt, she always had a beautiful smile on her face. As if she didn't care about what he just said, she tightened her bag in her arms and looked at him with a smile, "No matter what, I still want to thank you. If I go back tonight, I might really be raped. Right?"
The word "rape" made Tang Yumei's heart skip a beat. He clenched his hands in his pockets and looked at her solemnly, "You're here!"
Song Zhixing then noticed that they had reached the 18th floor. The elevator door opened, and she didn't stay any longer, but walked out with her schoolbag. Then, she turned around and waved at him with a smile, "Goodbye."
The bright smile on the little face with messy makeup made Tang Yu feel blinded.
Before the elevator door completely closed, she had already turned and left, leaving him with only her back.
It was not until the elevator went up again that Song Zhixing's footsteps slowly slowed down and then stopped. She took a deep breath, turned around weakly, looked at the closed elevator door, and felt a heaviness in her chest. Something rose up in her heart, and then fell back heavily.
It's a dull pain.
goodbye…
Will we meet again in the future
———
Tang Yu entered the room on the top floor. The large room was empty without any lights on. He poured himself a glass of wine. The confused night made him feel even more desolate.
After a while, Du Hui came over to deliver the documents.
"Just leave it there." He was listless and not very interested.
Du Hui put the document down, looked at him, coughed, and said, "I just... seemed to have seen the young lady on the first floor of the hotel."
"You're dazzled." Tang Yu didn't even look at him.
"…" Du Hui was embarrassed. Was it really because of his eyes? But, they really look alike!
But seeing that the Second Master was indifferent, Du Hui didn't say anything else. He just put down the documents and went out.
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Song Zhixing hadn't eaten at night and felt a little hungry. The food in the hotel was too expensive for her to afford, so she went to the store outside the hotel and bought two loaves of bread.
She was standing at the elevator entrance waiting for the lift. When she heard a 'ding--' sound and was about to go in, a familiar voice made her stop.
"Little Miss."
She looked up and saw Du Hui walking out of the elevator. "It's really you."
Song Zhixing smiled with relief, "Didn't you pretend not to know me before? I thought you ignored me too."
"Second Master is here, I have to pretend."
When Song Zhixing mentioned that person, her eyes dimmed and she didn't respond. Du Hui saw through her emotions and changed the subject: "Why are you here?"
"I'm staying here tonight."
Du Hui thought for a moment and asked uncertainly, "Is this what Second Master meant?"
Song Zhixing held the bread in his arms, said "hmm", and nodded. Du Hui smiled, "I said I couldn't be mistaken. No wonder the Second Master asked us to leave first and drive by ourselves. So that's it."
"Huh? What?" Song Zhixing didn't hear clearly what he muttered.
"Nothing. Second Master asked you to live here because he must be worried that it would be unsafe for you to go back to school alone."
In fact, this is not the case.
Song Zhixing pursed his lips to hide his inner bitterness, and did not respond to Du Hui's words. He only asked: "How has he been doing these years?"