Before, he had tried to contact his second brother countless times, wanting to have a serious talk with him about blind dates, but he was ruthlessly rejected every time he opened his mouth. Tang Song had wanted to give up, but he didn't expect that there would be a ray of hope today.
However, this dawn seemed particularly strange because of the little girl who suddenly appeared next to it.
Song Zhixing stood on one leg, her eyes drifting towards the table. Her eyes became darker and darker as she looked at the photos one by one, and she looked at Tang Yu again. He seemed to be very interested in this matter, and he had been looking at the photos of women carefully and patiently. It was obvious that he was really selecting carefully.
She pursed her lips.
Then Tang Yu asked, "Are these the results of your final screening?"
I'm asking Tang and Song across the street.
Tang Song nodded: "Yes. Grandpa has seen it, and my third, fourth, and fifth brothers have all seen it."
"Which one do you think is your favorite?"
Tang Song picked out a photo from a pile of photos. The photo showed a young and lively woman who looked full of youth. "I know you like this type, the loli type, right?"
After Tang Song finished speaking, he glanced meaningfully at the girl beside him. Song Zhixing's breathing tightened a little, and she saw Tang Yu didn't even look at the photo, and threw it aside, "Who told you that I like this type?"
"With our friendship, do I need you to tell me?" Tang Song raised his eyebrows proudly. The facts are obvious! The stars around us are the best example.
Tang Yu raised his head and gave him a serious look, "Tastes change. Just because you liked it before doesn't mean you will always like it, and it certainly doesn't mean you will like it in the future."
As soon as these words fell, the atmosphere suddenly became somewhat cold. Not only did Tang Song understand, but Song Zhixing also understood that there was something else behind his words.
He was just constantly telling himself that there was no need to get entangled, and there was no need to linger on.
The past is the past...
She had tried hard to move on in the past, but now that he had truly moved on, she was still deeply stuck in it and couldn't get out.
"This is it." Tang Yu seemed to be completely unaware of her inner fluctuations. He picked out a photo and handed it to Tang Song. "Mature and sexy, I like this type now. Help me arrange a meeting."
Song Zhixing's fingers pressed on the edge of the desk, slightly bent, and then gradually loosened. She turned around, wanting to leave quietly.
She tried very hard to maintain an elegant posture when leaving, not wanting to look too embarrassed, but her feet landed on the ground, and it hurt so much. She took only two steps before her eyes misted with pain.
She shouldn't have come here! If she was in so much pain, she should have gone to the hospital first! She must have been hurting so much because she was moving all the way!
The more Song Zhixing thought about it, the more uncomfortable he felt. However, after taking only two steps, the person behind him suddenly spoke up, "Xingxing."
It's not Tang Yu, but Tang Song.
Song Zhixing took a deep breath and stopped. She tried hard to hide the mist in her eyes, turned around and looked at him, smiling at him, "Sixth Uncle."
"What's wrong with your foot?"
“… It’s okay, just a small matter.”
Tang Song had already walked over, squatted down, and saw her swollen ankle at a glance, "It's swollen like this, and you still call it a small matter?"
"It's really a small matter. Look, I'm walking fine." Song Zhixing pretended to be relaxed and wanted to move around. However, as soon as she moved, a layer of cold sweat appeared on her forehead, and she staggered and almost fell. Fortunately, Tang Song was quick to hold her steady.
Tang Yu, who was sitting at his desk and watching this scene, frowned calmly, his eyes falling on her ankle.
"Okay, stop being stubborn. Go sit on the sofa and I'll show you." Tang Song pointed at the sofa in the office.
Song Zhixing shook his head, "No, I'll go to the hospital now."
Tang Song has obsessive-compulsive disorder, and seeing a patient in front of him, he couldn't ignore it. Moreover, no matter what happened in the past, Xingxing was the little girl they watched grow up together, so he couldn't ignore her. But he also knew that her current situation here was quite embarrassing.
Tang Song turned his head and looked at Tang Yu, "Second brother, there is no one in the lounge now, can I borrow it?"
"Someone." Tang Yu answered without hesitation.
Song Zhixing frowned. He obviously didn't want her to stay here any longer. If she stayed any longer, she would be asking for trouble. Just as Song Zhixing was about to reject Tang Song's kindness again, she heard Tang Yu say in a deep voice, "Just watch here."
Song Zhixing was stunned.
She looked at Tang Yu in surprise. After Tang Yu's eyes met hers for a second, he looked away. There was no trace of emotion in his eyes. He just flipped open the documents on the table and started to make comments.
Song Zhixing was in a state of confusion. Tang Song glanced at the two of them and said with a smile, "Don't waste time. Hurry up and sit down before my second brother changes his mind. I'll show you."
In the end, she didn't leave. She just jumped onto the sofa and sat down, pried up her injured leg and placed it on the coffee table in front of her.
Tang Song pressed and pinched his ankle several times. Song Zhixing took a breath in pain, his thin eyebrows knitted together, but he bit his lips tightly and didn't cry out in pain.
In the past, when Tang Yu was around, she would definitely stay in his arms and cry out in pain. But now...
It's no longer the past...
She had to bear all the pain by herself.
Song Zhixing subconsciously glanced at Tang Yu. He was still looking at the documents and did not look up.
"Does it hurt?" Tang Song asked.
Song Zhixing shook his head stubbornly, "… Not bad."
"My tears are about to fall." Tang Song laughed, "If it had been twisted like this before, I would have burst into tears a long time ago."
Song Zhixing pursed his lips, "Did I hurt any bones?"
"That's not the case. But I should have applied cold compress last night."
"I fell asleep last night and didn't feel anything. I just found out this morning."
Tang Yu sat there, clearly reading the documents, but she didn't read a single word of the plan. Occasionally, her eyes would fall on someone on the other side. She didn't even notice that she had sprained her foot last night.
As he felt the urge to smoke came up, he subconsciously reached for the cigarette, but just pressed it against the cigarette box without any intention of smoking.
"Second brother, I'll go down first." Tang Song suddenly stood up.
"What's wrong?" Tang Yu raised his eyes.
"Go to the drugstore and buy some ice packs and some blood-dissolving ointment." Tang Song saw his hand on the cigarette box and reminded him, "Don't smoke. Xingxing has asthma."
"Oh, I forgot." Tang Yu moved the cigarette aside.
The word "forget" sounded so light and casual, but it made Song Zhixing feel so upset that his internal organs ached.
Once upon a time, he cared so much about her illness, carefully protected her, and monitored her at all times, but now, everything is different.
She couldn't ask him to remember or care about her. She didn't have the right to ask.