I Have Four Dads After Transmigrating in a Novel

Chapter 118

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Song Ziyi's home is in an old-fashioned community. There is no elevator in the community. Her home is on the seventh floor and she has to climb stairs every day.

At this moment, after class, Song Xueliang hurriedly ran into the corridor with his textbooks. At the entrance of the corridor, an acquaintance was closing his umbrella. When he saw him, he said hello:

"Teacher Song, you came back so late, you didn't bring an umbrella."

Song Xueliang smiled and wiped the water droplets from his face: "I'm giving extra lessons to the children. I didn't expect it to rain suddenly, but it's not heavy at all."

The acquaintance said: "By the way, I haven't seen your daughter for a long time. When will your daughter come back?"

The wrinkles at the corners of Song Xueliang's eyes blurred and he said, "Xiaoyi and her boyfriend went abroad to be exchange students. They said they would not come back until next semester."

"Wow, your daughter is really promising. She is miles ahead of my kid." The acquaintance's tone was filled with envy.

"No matter where it is." Song Xueliang said modestly, with pride and pride for his daughter in the corners of his eyes and eyebrows.

Song Ziyi's father, Song Xueliang, is a middle school mathematics teacher. He is forty-eight years old. He is not tall and burly, his back is a bit stooped, and his temples are already stained with a touch of frost.

Although the profession of teacher sounds nice, in fact the work is tiring and the salary is not high.

Thinking of his daughter Song Ziyi, Song Xueliang was half happy and half worried.

A month ago, his daughter suddenly told him that she was going to be an exchange student at a university abroad. She didn't even return home and went directly with her boyfriend. Although this was a good thing and she had her boyfriend taking care of her, as a father, he was still worried.

His daughter was obedient and sensible. When he asked her how her life was abroad, she always replied "yes". Fortunately, her boyfriend was reliable.

In fact, when Song Ziyi and her boyfriend were together at first, Song Xueliang met her boyfriend, and his intuition told him that he didn't like the boy very much. He always felt that the other person was a little too thoughtful and they were not suitable for each other.

But his daughter liked it, so he couldn't say much.

Sighing, Song Xueliang started walking up the stairs, stopped after taking two steps, and coughed softly while holding on to the handrail.

He had a cold in the past two days and did not go to the hospital. He thought he would just put it off for a while.

I don’t want it to seem to be getting worse, so I’ll have to make some cold medicine later.

When people get old, they have to bow to the years.

"Is it Teacher Song?" When Song Xueliang's cough subsided and he was about to continue walking upstairs, a pleasant voice suddenly came from behind him.

Looking back, in the dim light of the stairs, he saw two people, one tall and one short, standing in front of him.

The person who spoke to him was a girl who looked to be about the same age as his daughter. She stood there slim and graceful, next to a slender man holding an umbrella in her hand.

The umbrella tilted, completely covering the girl's body under the umbrella, but her shoulders were quite wet from the rain.

"You are..." Song Xueliang was a little confused. He taught many students. As long as he taught them, after a long time, even if he forgot his name, he would not forget his face.

He was sure that he had never seen this girl before and she was probably not his student.

"Hello, Teacher Song, my name is Jiang Mian, and I am your daughter's classmate." Jiang Mian did not expect to meet Song Ziyi's father as soon as he arrived at the unit building of the community.

She didn't know Song Xueliang, but when she saw Song Xueliang, the little stars in the bottle she held in her hand kept beating.

Song Xueliang's eyes lit up: "It turns out he is Xiaoyi's classmate, come in quickly."

Qi Yanshu waited for Jiang Mian to enter the corridor before putting away his umbrella. He nodded to Song Xueliang and said nothing.

"Xiao Yi often mentioned you to me. My uncle and I were passing by here and came in to visit you." Jiang Mian was the first to tell the reason for her coming here, dispelling Song Xueliang's doubts.

"Go upstairs first, let's go into the room and talk." Song Xueliang said enthusiastically. After climbing a few stairs, he couldn't help but ask, "Did Xiaoyi video chat with you? Did she tell you how it was like living abroad."

In most cases, children and parents do not talk about everything. The most obvious problems in children's lives are their friends, not their parents.

So Song Xueliang couldn't wait to ask.

Jiang Mian raised her eyebrows. She looked at the small bottle and saw that the little star had stopped dancing.

"Xiaoyi went abroad." Jiang Mian asked skillfully, "Did Xiaoyi tell you?"

"She told me on WeChat." Song Xueliang said, "You don't know?"

"Due to my busy schedule, I rarely contact Xiaoyi. I really don't know."

Song Xueliang frowned. His daughter became an exchange student and went to a foreign university. As her daughter's friend, it stands to reason that the girl in front of her should know.

However, this was not absolute. Song Xueliang briefly told Jiang Mian what had happened. While they were talking, the three of them also arrived at the seventh floor. Song Xueliang took a few breaths, and then began to cover his mouth and cough.

The little star in the bottle began to beat violently again.

Jiang Mian took a step forward, put his hand on Song Xueliang's back, and patted Song Xueliang gently for a while. The latter stopped coughing, thanked Jiang Mian, then opened the door and invited the two of them to enter.

The house is not big, with two bedrooms and one living room, with medium decoration. There is a large bookshelf in the living room filled with various books and teaching materials. In addition, there are many trophies.

"Sit down." Song Xueliang took the cups, washed them, and poured two cups of water for Jiang Mian and the others.

Then he said again: "Have you eaten? Why don't you stay and eat at my place."

"No need, Teacher Song." Jiang Mian thought about how to release Song Ziyi appropriately, "We'll leave later."

She asked: "Where is Xiaoyi's bedroom?"

"here."

Qi Yanshu reached out to Jiang Mian, who handed the bottle to him, and entered Song Ziyi's bedroom with Song Xueliang.

Qi Yanshu unscrewed the bottle cap and poured the little stars on the coffee table. He tapped the little stars with his fingertips and a transparent shadow came out.

The shadow gradually solidified.

Song Ziyi looked at everything around her with red eyes.

"You don't have much time." Qi Yanshu said calmly.

"I know." Song Ziyi pursed her lips.

This is why she desperately wants to go home.

She could feel her energy waning.

She couldn't help but feel lucky. If she hadn't met Jiang Mian and others, she might not have had the chance to return home until she truly "died".

Song Ziyi took a deep breath and walked towards the bedroom, making an expression as if she had just returned - she had heard all the conversation between Jiang Mian and Song Xueliang in Little Star.

According to Song Xueliang's words, it is not difficult to understand that after killing Song Ziyi, Song Ziyi's boyfriend destroyed the evidence and used Song Ziyi's contact information to make a false impression to Song Xueliang that Song Ziyi and he were going abroad as an exchange student.

Song Ziyi hated her boyfriend, but at the same time she couldn't help but feel grateful that her father didn't know anything had happened to her before.

If she had known this, she shouldn't have come back.

In this case, her father will not know that something happened to her, and he finally has an idea.

After thinking about it, paper can't cover the fire after all. One day her father will know that if she misses this opportunity to go home, she will never have another chance in the future.

"Xiaoyi?" A shocked voice sounded. When Song Xueliang came out of the bedroom and saw his daughter Song Ziyi, he was so surprised that he couldn't speak.

My daughter... why did she come back suddenly

"I must be dreaming." Song Xueliang stretched out his hand and rubbed his eyes. When he looked again, his daughter had not disappeared in front of him.

"Dad." Tears welled up in Song Ziyi's eyes, but they could not fall. She walked over and hugged Song Xueliang, "I'm back."

"Just come back, just come back." Song Xueliang patted Song Ziyi's back, "Where's the luggage? Why did you come back suddenly? Where's Xiao Zhou? Didn't he come back with you? Why didn't you tell me in advance when you came back so that I could help you? You prepare your favorite dishes."

Song Ziyi buried her head on her father's shoulder, shrugged slightly, and couldn't say a word.

"Dad, I'm sorry." She should have listened to her father and not been with him.

But she was bewildered.

There is no use regretting now.

"Dad, what do you have to apologize for?" Seeing Jiang Mian come out of the bedroom, Song Xueliang gently pushed Song Ziyi away and said, "Your classmate came to see me."

Song Ziyi looked at Jiang Mian gratefully. The latter could actually release her downstairs instead of sending her upstairs in person.

But she is now attached to the little star that Zuo Xingping cast. The little star is a protective shell for her. The further away from the protective shell, the weaker she will be.

"Dad, I want to eat the egg fried rice you made." Song Ziyi said.

Song Xueliang naturally agreed. He asked Song Ziyi to greet Jiang Mian, then turned around and went into the kitchen to get busy.

As soon as he entered the kitchen, Song Xueliang's feet went weak and he put his hands on the wall to prevent himself from falling to the ground. Tears instantly flowed out.

After a while, his body began to tremble.

He single-handedly brought up Song Ziyi, so he understands Song Ziyi.

Song Ziyi's body temperature is higher than normal. In winter, it is like a small stove. In summer, she is particularly afraid of heat and her hands are always hot.

Song Xueyi felt distressed and found an extra part-time job to teach. A month later, he installed an air conditioner in Song Ziyi's bedroom.

Even so, Song Ziyi's hands were also warm.

But just now—

My daughter's hands were as cold as ice. Not only were her hands cold, but her body was also cold.

It's so cold that it makes people...desperate.

After a while, Song Xueliang gathered his thoughts, walked to the refrigerator with heavy steps, opened the refrigerator, and took out the free-range eggs given to him by the student's parents.

When he finished cooking the rice and walked out, Jiang Mian and Qi Yanshu had left. Song Ziyi sat on the sofa and smiled at him: "Dad, it smells so good."

Jiang Mian sat back in the car.

She originally wanted to wait until Song Ziyi gave up her obsession and dissipated automatically, then she could absorb the original cold power left in the little star and turn it into spiritual power.

She gave the little star to Song Ziyi and asked her to keep it and stay with her father as long as she could.

Before leaving, she provided Song Ziyi with a way to take revenge and took up the weapon of law to arrest her murderer - she asked her to go to the detective father.

Of course, Song Ziyi can't do it alone, she needs her father's help - Song Xueliang will know the news that his daughter is dead sooner or later.

Let him participate in the case of avenging his daughter's injustice, which will give him the motivation to live.

"Don't think too much." Seeing that she was in a low mood, Qi Yanshu comforted her, "You have done enough."

He reached out to touch Jiang Mian's hair, but when his hand reached mid-air, he took it back with restraint.

"I'm not thinking about Song Ziyi." Jiang Mian straightened up slightly and shook his head, "I was thinking about you."

Qi Yanshu's eyelashes trembled.

Jiang Mian looked into Qi Yanshu's eyes and asked word for word: "Uncle Qi, do you know me before?"

"Or to put it another way." Jiang Mian said, "Who do you think I am?"

Qi Yanshu's hand on his knee moved uneasily, and the emotions in his eyes were changing.

He looked at Jiang Mian for a while, made up his mind, and said with some difficulty: "Mianmian, I think you are my daughter."

Jiang Mian didn't react at all, but Luo Jiale swirled his hand, causing the car's body to drift in an S-shape.