On the day Xiao Lin came, Xiao Yuanmu's legs had almost recovered. After he left, Xiao Yuanmu would recover after a few more days of recuperation. After he recovered, he quickly put into work.
Probably because there was too much backlog of work before, the work of RE and the work of Xiao's family combined, Xiao Yuanmu became busier than ever, and the time spent with Song Xuan and Sticky was gone, except for lunch most of the time I will contact him once in a while, and I will meet or contact him after get off work.
However, Xiao Yuanmu's off-duty time is very unstable, sometimes he will work overtime until late at night, and sometimes he will sleep directly in the company because he is too busy.
Two days ago, because Song Xuanhe was not used to Xiao Yuanmu's sudden busyness, he would go to the company to see him, but with the things that came up one after another, he didn't have extra thoughts to think about Xiao Yuanmu's affairs up.
It’s not just Xiao Yuanmu who has piles of jobs, he also has, not only jobs, but also his mother and grandfather who call every now and then in the country to urge him to go back. Responding to calls from Li Nian'an and Mr. Song, Song Xuanhe was also busier than ever.
The result of the two people being busy and unable to meet each other in time is that there is almost no second person in this house, except for the sunken mark of another pillow when you open your eyes in the morning.
After working so hard for a few days, Feng Tong came to the door. When Song Xuanhe saw him, he was at a loss and guilty for a moment, thinking that he hadn't sent him the design draft for a long time, so he came to find him in person. he.
However, things were not quite what he had imagined.
"are you ready?"
In the coffee shop on the corner, before Song Xuanhe sat down, Feng Tong put down the coffee in his hand, got up and asked him with a smile on his face.
It doesn't look like someone who came to ask for a manuscript to ask for a crime, but it seems to be very excited about something.
However, Song Xuanhe didn't know what Fengtong was happy about, so he could only ask blankly: "What are you going to do?"
"Master McPhail's tea party." After Feng Tong finished speaking, seeing Song Xuanhe's expression from bewilderment to trance, the smile on his face changed little by little until it mixed into a surprised and helpless expression: "Don't you Don't you know? This time, Master McPhail's tea party will be held in Y City, so you should have an invitation."
Song Xuanhe was stunned for a few seconds, and then remembered that Louis seemed to have told him about this matter and gave him an invitation card. He was very happy to know about it, but many things happened later that he had already put this matter behind him. After forgetting about the matter, he has already forgotten where he put the invitation card.
But he remembered the time on the invitation, Song Xuanhe replied calmly: "I know, tomorrow at three o'clock in the afternoon."
Hearing this, Feng Tong breathed a sigh of relief, and said with a smile: "I thought you forgot such an important thing."
Song Xuanhe: "Of course not."
After letting go of his heart, Feng Tong thought of asking him to sit down, and after he sat down firmly, he said: "The people who attended the tea party this time should be the same as before. My teacher took me there once, and this time I decided to bring them too. Participate, so we can meet at Master McPhail's house, but before that, you need to prepare some things."
"You should be ready, right?"
Song Xuanhe asked with a smile: "I haven't heard of what needs to be prepared before."
"I already told you in the email I sent you." Feng Tong looked at him in disbelief: "You haven't read the email I sent you for so long, have you?"
"I've been a little busy recently." Song Xuanhe said: "Zhou Nan came to the United States, and every day he finds me for various things, and he recently broke up with him. I don't know why he hates all electronic products, so I haven't used my computer, email or mobile phone recently. You Should know."
Feng Tong was dubious, but he really couldn't contact Song Xuanhe through any electronic communication, so he found a way to find someone to contact Yang Jie, then contacted Xiao Yuanmu through Yang Jie, and then notified Song Xuanhe from Xiao Yuanmu. With this meeting.
Thinking about it this way, Feng Tong believed it again.
"What happened to Zhou Nan?"
Song Xuanhe didn't change his face: "He has lost love, and his first love before, this time he came here to get back, but he didn't expect to break up completely, maybe through mobile phone or email. Now he doesn't use any electronic devices. , which doesn't even allow me to use it."
Feng Tong frowned: "You are miserable."
Song Xuanhe nodded in agreement, and the two changed other topics.
"Do you remember Jiang Deyi?" Feng Tong asked him.
"certainly."
"This time, he will also go to Master McPhail's tea party." Feng Tong said: "Because his friend was invited and will bring him to participate, I think you should also know his friend, surnamed Bai, named Baimo."
Song Xuanhe raised an eyebrow: "Why did Bai Mo receive the invitation?"
"I don't know about that." Feng Tong said, "And I heard that Master McPhail is discussing cooperation with the heir of a jewelry tycoon in Huaguo recently, and that heir may also be here this time."
Song Xuanhe looked at Fengtong with a puzzled expression.
Feng Tong spread his hands and said with a smile: "I just thought that you family heirs might know each other, so I told you in advance."
"I don't think it's that simple." Song Xuanhe said with a smile.
"Okay." Feng Tong said: "I heard that the heir had been in the entertainment circle for a while before, and achieved a lot."
Song Xuan and his eyebrows twitched, thinking of Xue Mian instantly.
Feng Tong said helplessly: "I think you should know who it is."
"Thank you for your reminder." Song Xuanhe laughed: "But what did you say you wanted to prepare?"
"Of course it's your design book." Feng Tong said: "You don't need many, just one or two designs are all you need. The rewards that Master Mai Feier's tea party can give to the participants depends on the luck of the participants. As long as there is a master See your drawings and like you, then you're—"
Feng Tong stretched out two fingers to make a V, then stood upside down on the table like human legs, raised the other hand on the forehead, and made a jumping gesture with the two fingers of the V , instantly stepped on the hand on the forehead.
He raised his eyebrows: "One step to the sky."
Song Xuanhe laughed: "You also know that this possibility is almost impossible, and I have a teacher, so I won't be someone else's student anymore."
Feng Tong shook his head: "I know from your design draft that you must have studied systematically. You lie to laymen that you are talented and they may believe it, but for us people, you can almost see your skills at a glance. , Of course, it can also be seen that you have a good teacher, but you have to know that a teacher often means not only what he teaches you, but also what he can give you.”
"Your teacher may be great, and may have given you a lot of the right things, but you have to admit that his status in the clothing industry can't bring you anything, Xuanhe, believe me, if you can get those masters Your teacher will be proud of you instead."
Song Xuan and Pu Chi laughed, and under Feng Tong's puzzled expression, they almost shook their heads with a bright smile.
If that serious and narcissistic little old man knows that someone said that he "can't bring anything to the students with his status in the clothing industry" and "being appreciated by other masters will make him proud", I don't know if it will be like what he thought before. It was the same as when he wanted to accept him as an apprentice but he didn't agree, he skipped and showed Fengtong the invitation letters from various design brands to join him and various awards that he didn't know where they came from.
I don't know if he will deliberately take part in various fashion design designer events like before, pretending not to care and afraid that he won't see his awkward status in the design world.
Thinking of that little old man, Song Xuanhe's smile softened.
If there is anyone in the original world that he remembers, it is only the teacher who tried his best to open up relationships for him, and even made friends and opponents to participate in his fashion design debut.
Feng Tong was very puzzled, and asked Song Xuanhe: "What are you laughing at?"
"He won't be proud." Song Xuanhe said with a smile: "On the contrary, he will ask me not to call him teacher again with a straight face."
Feng Tong frowned, Song Xuanhe continued: "Then turned around and scolded me for being heartless, telling me that he is already the best, and there is absolutely no better teacher than him."
Thinking of that scene, Song Xuanhe's smile softened, but there was a little sadness in his eyes.
[You really decided to stay?]The system asked.
[Xiao Yuanmu can't leave me. ] Song Xuanhe hooked his lips: [I believe my parents can understand me, and they have always had each other, and my teacher has a senior brother besides me, but Xiao Yuanmu only has me, he is so pitiful, I can only be with him He's around.]
The system was silent for a few seconds, and said: [I told you before, if you choose to stay, you can choose something in the system store, and you can choose something after you decide to really stay on the day you leave.]
Song Xuanhe frowned. He didn't remember if the system said that he could choose items in the system store, but it's not too late to hear that.
[When the time comes, we will bid farewell forever.]The system's voice is a little sad.
Song Xuanhe was taken aback, thinking that in a few days, the voice that had been accompanying him in his mind would disappear, and there was a faint sense of melancholy in his heart.
[You are sad.]The system said: [Seeing that you have feelings for me, I am not so sad.]
[Will the system be sad too? ] Song Xuanhe asked: [Don't you only have data?]
[Do you look down on data? ] The system said: [I have sad data sets, can't I?]
Song Xuanhe was silent for a while, the corners of his mouth curled up to laugh, but in the end he pursed his lips.
Seeing the change in Song Xuanhe's expression, Feng Tong thought it was because he asked him to find another teacher before, or because he was sad because he didn't want to be an evil teacher, and suddenly felt a little guilty.
In any case, Song Xuanhe is still just a child who has just graduated, six or seven years younger than him. It is really not good for him to consider such a realistic issue at this time, and to imply that his teacher cannot bring him benefits. it is good.
Moreover, thinking of Song Xuanhe's family background and his boyfriend's family background, Feng Tong felt that a teacher who could pave the way for him was not so important.
Thinking of this, a hint of apology appeared on Feng Tong's face, and he said, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean that. From your expression, it can be seen that you and your teacher have a deep relationship. I told you those things before without thinking of this. I apologize again to you, and to your teacher, I'm really sorry."
"It's okay." Song Xuanhe returned to his senses and said with a smile, "I don't mind, and I believe my teacher won't mind either."
His teacher really wouldn't mind, he would just sneer and scold Fengtong for not knowing Taishan, and then forget about it.
The little old man looks serious and is actually no different from a child. He has a great forgetfulness. The last thing he likes to do is to hold grudges. He thinks that hatred will affect a person's view of beauty, and he rejects anything that will affect his aesthetics.
"He is a little old man who likes to be jealous." Song Xuanhe said with a smile: "So it's better to forget about finding another teacher."
Feng Tong nodded, Song Xuanhe smiled, and continued: "But I will bring the design draft, after all, the focus of Master McFair's tea party is communication, isn't it?"
"Yes." Feng Tong also smiled, and said: "You can..."
Feng Tong's words were interrupted by Song Xuan and the phone's ringtone.
He glanced at the caller ID, smiled in his eyes, got up and said, "Sorry, I'll be back as soon as I answer the call."
Feng Tong nodded, watched him leave with an unconcealable smile on his face, and shook his head amusingly.
Love is really easy to change a person.
Feng Tong still remembers Song Xuanhe's appearance when he first met him, and also remembers the changes after Song Xuanhe broke up with Xiao Yuanmu, and seeing him now, it seems that he is very different from before.
He is looking forward to whether Song Xuanhe, who has experienced so many emotional changes, will have more surprises and inspirations in design.
Song Xuanhe didn't know what Fengtong was thinking, the smile on his face when he just answered the phone had already disappeared.
"Sorry." Xiao Yuanmu's voice came, tired and apologetic: "I have to go to country F temporarily today, and I will definitely come back tomorrow night to have dinner with you."
Song Xuanhe looked out the window, took a deep breath, and said, "It's okay, I will have dinner with Fengtong later, you don't have to worry about me."
"Yes." Xiao Yuanmu said, "I miss you so much."
"I miss you too." Song Xuan said softly, "Pay attention to rest."
"I know."
Xiao Yuanmu was about to say something, but Yang Jie's voice came from over there. He paused and said, "I'm going to have a meeting soon, see you tomorrow."
"it is good."
After hanging up the phone, Song Xuanhe stood there for a while before turning around and entering the coffee shop.
"Finished talking?" Feng Tong said with a smile: "I thought it would take a long time for you couples to chat, and you have already ordered another plate of dim sum just now."
Song Xuanhe said with a smile: "You can eat a few more dishes."
"Is it to ask you to go back earlier?" Feng Tong said empathetically, "If there is something to do, you don't need to accompany me for dinner at night. We can have dinner together tomorrow."
"It's okay." Song Xuanhe smiled.
After Song Xuanhe and Feng Tong had a meal, they went back to the apartment alone.
Xiao Huang waited obediently at home. When he saw Song Xuanhe came back, he wagged his tail and circled him excitedly. After turning around, he looked behind him excitedly. After seeing nothing, the speed of wagging his tail slowed down. down.
Song Xuanhe rubbed its head and said, "He'll be back tomorrow, don't worry."
Xiao Huang whined a few times, returned to the sofa with his favorite ball in his mouth, and lay down on his stomach, with his head facing the direction of the door, silently waiting.
Song Xuanhe accompanied it to read for a while, and when it was twelve o'clock, he went back to his room to sleep on time.
Covering the quilt and closing eyes, Song Xuanhe waited for sleepiness to strike.
However, until the sky turned white, he did not feel sleepy at all.
This was Song Xuanhe's first insomnia since he came to this world. From night to morning, his eyes were closed from beginning to end, but his mind was very clear.
The system could sense that Song Xuanhe was not asleep, but it saw that Song Xuanhe didn't intend to talk to it, and his mood didn't fluctuate much, so he didn't speak.
After all, in another ten days, it will be separated from Song Xuanhe forever, and now it is good to not talk to him and let him get used to the life without it.
However, Song Xuanhe's silence lasted only at 6:36 in the morning, when his voice suddenly sounded in the empty and quiet room, asking, "Is there something Xiao Yuanmu is hiding from me?"
Because it wasn't talking in the brain, the system didn't react immediately. It didn't reply until three seconds later when it realized that it was the only one who could talk to Song Xuanhe here, and then replied: [I don't know.]
"Use your data to analyze it." Song Xuanhe opened his eyes and said, "You have Xiao Yuanmu's information, don't you think his current behavior is very strange? He has never been like this before."
The system hesitated: [What is this like?]
"Working overtime, coming home late, or not coming back at all, and going on a business trip, even calling me on the phone is shorter than before." After Song Xuanhe finished talking, the brows frowned: "My intuition tells I'm hiding something from me."
The system did not speak.
Song Xuanhe asked, "Why don't you speak?"
[You said before that only women have a sixth sense.]The system said: [Why do you have it now.]
Song Xuanhe: ...
"This is something that people in love can easily have. It's not called a sixth sense, it's just a kind of intuition." Song Xuanhe said blankly: "You will also have it when you are in love, but unfortunately, you may Never again."
In the face of a sudden attack, the system has a superior vocabulary, so it is absolutely impossible to be speechless.
So it said: [I don't think that's the sixth sense, it's just cranky thinking. People in love are more likely to think wildly and worry about gains and losses, which is normal.]
Song Xuanhe didn't listen to what the system said, but was thinking about Xiao Yuanmu's abnormality during this time.
At the beginning, Song Xuanhe didn't notice Xiao Yuanmu's abnormality. After all, he really had a lot of work, and he was often too busy to touch the ground when he didn't have a backlog of work, let alone after taking such a long rest.
What makes Song Xuanhe feel abnormal is not Xiao Yuanmu's busyness, but his less and less words.
Xiao Yuanmu has never been a person who talks, he is even a little silent in front of most people, but in front of Song Xuanhe, he has always been easier to talk than Song Xuanhe, especially after Xiao Yuanmu's continuous love talk some time ago, He suddenly became less talkative, it's strange that he didn't notice this gap.
Song Xuanhe didn't know why Xiao Yuanmu suddenly became less talkative, but he could feel that Xiao Yuanmu was going out early and late and didn't even come back. He was really hiding something from him.
But he didn't know what Xiao Yuanmu was hiding.
[Why are you sure that Xiao Yuanmu hid it from you? ] The system doesn't understand: [Maybe he just has a lot of work, I can hack into all the systems of Xiao Yuanmu's company, he will indeed take his plane to country F at night, he didn't lie to you.]
"I'm not saying he lied to me." Song Xuanhe frowned.
[what is that?]The system searches the database for the conflicts and troubles that men and women in love will have, and then asks: {Do you think he doesn’t love you anymore?]
"No." Song Xuanhe's tone was calm and firm: "It's impossible for him to like someone other than me, and it's impossible for him not to like me."
[Don't forget. ] The system reminded: [This is the world in a book. In this book, Xiao Yuanmu has seven suitors. Although the author has stopped updating, it always proves that the protagonist in this book has feelings of.]
Song Xuanhe raised his eyebrows and said, "I found a very strange problem."
[About Xiao Yuanmu?]
"About you." Song Xuan said softly: "When I firmly chose to leave this world and return to my own world, you always wanted me to stay in this world. After I chose to stay, now you seem to be belittling this world." World, I hope I return to the original world."
[I do not have. ] The system denied it: [Don't wrong me.]
Song Xuanhe sneered, the meaning was self-evident.
The system was silent for a few seconds, and then admitted: [Well, I did, but I just hope you make a decision that you will never regret, because once you make a decision, there is no chance to change it.]
[You choose to stay, will you regret it?]The system asked.
"Won't."
Song Xuanhe got up, sat on the edge of the bed and watched an orange-yellow skyline appear between the clouds and the blue sky outside the floor-to-ceiling windows. There was a mass of warm yellow slowly climbing up, allowing the light and warmth to penetrate the black-blue clouds. Shine through.
"I never regret the decisions I make." Song Xuanhe hooked his lips, the not-so-bright light fell on his curled eyelashes, and then fell into his eyes from the gap between the eyelashes, the shattered light was bright, he smiled and said: "He deserves it."
The system fell silent, and accompanied Song Xuanhe to watch the sun rise little by little.
When the sun fell on the ground, the system asked: [What do you like about him?]
Song Xuanhe thought for a while, then shook his head: "There are many places, but it's hard to say, the favorite is probably the one that I can trust unconditionally."
[Since you trust him, why don't you just ask him what he is hiding from you?]
Song Xuanhe was taken aback, and the system continued: [Since you trust him, he also trusts you. If you have any questions, why don't you just ask him?]
Song Xuan and suddenly, Xiao Yuanmu said before that there was one thing he wanted to tell him, maybe that thing was related to his recent abnormality