Seeing the photos of Song Fei going in and out of Yan Jiang's house, Song Ci finally felt at ease. Song Ci was indeed angry that Song Fei kept the fact that she had woken up, but the fact that Song Fei had woken up was exciting.
Han Zhan took Song Ci's cell phone and put it in his trouser pocket. "Stop playing with your phone, we're almost at the top of the mountain, and we'll be able to see Tianchi soon."
Years of anticipation finally came true, and Song Ci was so excited that she wanted to cry. Thinking of her sister who could have survived in her previous life, but was killed by that bastard Mu Mian, Song Ci was heartbroken. Song Fei survived in this life, and Song Ci wants to thank God and also Han Zhan.
Song Ci suddenly hugged Han Zhan, ignoring other people's eyes, buried her cheek in Han Zhan's neck, and said to Han Zhan with a choked voice: "You are a lucky star, brother Han, you are my lucky star!"
Han Zhan understood why Song Ci was thanking her. He gently stroked Song Ci's short hair and said to her, "Have fun today, and have a good talk with Song Fei when you get back."
"good."
"Let's go to the top first. When you come, you have to see Tianchi."
"good."
Standing on the top of the mountain with Han Zhan and the others, looking at the majestic Tianchi Lake, Song Ci was a little scared and his legs trembled. She secretly pinched Han Zhan's coat sleeve, and Han Zhan looked over with puzzled eyes, "What's wrong with you?"
Song Ci was very timid. Looking at the magnificent landscape in front of her, she whispered: "I feel scared. I don't know when I became very afraid of the deep sea. Tianchi looks beautiful, but it makes me feel horrible. A tingling sensation in the scalp."
Not noticing Han Zhan's worried eyes, Song Ci rubbed the goosebumps on his arms and said, "I can't imagine how desperate it would be if someone fell into this Tianchi Lake."
While speaking, Song Ci's body was suddenly hugged by Han Zhan.
Seeing Han Zhan and Song Ci hugging each other, Song Shiqing and the three of them walked away very considerately so as not to disturb them.
Han Zhan asked Song Ci: "Were you afraid of the sea before?"
Song Ci shook her head, "I used to ride a yacht on the sea, so I'm not afraid." She also went diving in the sea.
Han Zhan noticed that Song Ci's body was tense, he patted her arm reassuringly, and asked her, "When did you start to be afraid of this kind of thing?"
After thinking about it carefully, Song Cicai said: "In my last life, when I was about to die, the car that carried me rolled down onto the cliff of Yulongyuan River. Ishigami. My bones were broken. I was in pain. I wanted to call for help, but I couldn’t. It was raining that night, and the river was rolling. One of my feet was soaked in the water, and the river kept flowing. Scrubbing my legs, it was horrible."
"Since then, when I saw pictures of Shenchi and Shenhai, I would get goosebumps." Closing her eyes, Song Ci tightly squeezed Han Zhan's wrist, and she sighed, "I'm so useless."
Han Zhan rubbed his chin against Song Ci's head, and he hugged her tighter. "Nonsense, you are great. If you still have the courage to stand in front of Mu Mian, you are already great."
Because of Song Ci's deep-sea phobia, Han Zhan and Song Ci went down the mountain early. That night they took a private plane back to Wangdong City, and when they arrived at Wangjiangshan Airport, it was already dark.
Song Ci and Han Zhan walked out of the passage side by side, and saw Song Fei as soon as they looked up.
Song Fei was standing on the edge of a column outside the airport hall. She was wearing a black sports style suspender bottoming shirt, her jade-like white waist was exposed, and she was wearing a loose black hooded leather jacket. The hat held down the short hair.
Song Fei's long legs were hidden under the army green overalls, and she was lazily leaning on the column, a bit slumped and proud.
After Song Ci saw Song Fei, she suddenly stopped.
She froze in place, not daring to take a step closer.
Staring at the depressed and unapproachable woman, Song Ci couldn't bear to blink her eyes. She stared at Song Fei, fearing that she would disappear like a wisp of smoke in the blink of an eye.
As if feeling something, Song Fei raised her head.
Seeing Han Zhan and Song Ci, Song Fei's pupils trembled slightly. Song Fei subconsciously stood up straight, raised her hand to take off the hat on her head, and then looked at Song Ci with a nervous expression.
The hat was taken off, revealing the alluring face hidden under the short hair, with the same eyebrows and eyes as Song Ci, but always engraved with arrogance and coldness.
Song Ci stood stubbornly and silently, not saying a word, not moving forward, but with tears in her eyes.
After several seconds of silence, Song Fei's slender right arm suddenly raised. With the palm of her right hand facing up, she curled up her five fingers and beckoned to Song Ci. A cold voice jumped out from between her reddish lips: "Song Ci, come to my sister."
Hearing Song Fei's words, Song Ci was like an arrow that missed the target. He ran away from Han Zhan with his legs, and rushed towards Song Fei like flying. Song Ci fell on Song Fei's body. Song Fei couldn't bear the rapid cannonball, and her back was hit by the cylinder.
Song Fei snorted softly.
Song Ci was so excited that she didn't notice her sister's snoring. She hugged Song Fei's neck tightly and bit Song Fei's shoulder without saying a word.
Song Fei hissed, but did not push Song Ci away.
Song Ci's mouth biting Song Fei's shoulder was very hard at first, which made Song Fei feel like his flesh and blood were about to be torn off. But soon, the strength gradually became lighter and smaller, and some warm tears fell on Song Fei's shoulders.
Realizing that it was Song Ci who was crying, the cold and arrogant look on Song Fei's face gradually faded.
In her eyes, the frost melted and covered with a layer of pity. "Little idiot, why are you crying?" Song Fei wanted to rub Song Ci's head, but when she raised her arm, she realized that Song Ci was actually taller than her.
Song Fei really felt that these eight years had really passed by, and the little thing who was a little shorter than her before was already taller than her.
Song Fei was very upset.
"Sister..." Song Ci hammered Song Fei's weak and vulnerable back, choked up and said, "I thought you really didn't want me anymore." Song Ci's broken cry made Song Fei feel pity even more.
"Don't cry." Song Fei's comfort was dry.
Song Ci rubbed her head carelessly against Song Fei's neck, rubbing her tears and snot all over Song Fei's body.
Song Fei was a little disgusted, but she still didn't push Song Ci away. Song Fei heard Song Ci crying and said: "Song Fei, my parents are gone. Their bodies were processed together with other victims. I only got two urns. I buried them in my hometown in Caijia Village. On the back mountain, the two were buried together."
Song Ci casually told Song Fei about her parents' funeral, but she didn't tell Song Fei how sad she cried when she personally buried her parents.
Song Fei heard it like a stick in her throat, she hugged her only sister, her eyes were slightly red. "Well done Song Ci, my parents will be very happy to be buried together after death."
(end of this chapter)