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Chapter 966: Memories (1)

When Song Zhishu and her family officially moved to a villa outside the third ring road of Kyoto, the sky was overcast.

That year, Song Zhishu was 16 years old, a time of youthful arrogance and intolerance, always thinking that the whole world should revolve around her.

Who would dare to mess with her when she was the apple of Song Chao and Xia Mingyuan's eye? She was outrageously excellent in every way, with almost no flaws except for her unbearable personality. She also had a younger brother who, although not as bad as her, was still unruly.

She is like an isolated island that cannot be eroded by the ocean, stubborn and annoying.

It's not that no one wants to curry favor with her, but she always finds them too hypocritical, always wearing a fake smile that makes everyone feel disgusted.

Therefore, apart from Liang Shengyu, she had almost no close friends. Even worse, because she was so disgusted with the attitudes of the people in Kyoto, she insisted on moving her entire family beyond the Third Ring Road.

What's even more astonishing is that Song Chao and Xia Mingyuan agreed without batting an eye.

Song Zhishu thought this was perfectly normal—wasn't she born to enjoy a life of luxury? Why wouldn't they listen to her?

Dark clouds covered the sky, stretching to the horizon beyond the mountains, and continued to gather without ceasing.

This place is really remote. Right next to it is a deserted building that looks like it has been abandoned for quite some time. Cracks crawl all over it, and there are occasional pieces of peeling paint. It looks like the wrinkles that have been torn off an old man's skin. The withered ivy looks like a pair of ghostly eyes, staring intently at Song Zhishu who is standing in front of the window.

Song Zhishu wasn't intimidated at all. She just stood there on the second floor, watching from afar with a cold expression, clicking her tongue impatiently in her heart, and calculating how long she should give the servants to get rid of this ivy.

In the pauses between thoughts, her gaze wandered aimlessly, finally settling on a boy swinging on a broken swing downstairs.

He was facing her, but his head was down. His thin, frail figure swayed with the swing, so thin that it was astonishing. Song Zhi could only vaguely see the top of his black hair and his pale, pointed chin.

Song Zhishu enjoys meeting new people, even though most of these new people eventually become ordinary people she discards. But that doesn't stop her from constantly seeking out people who interest her.

She always stood so straight, almost as cold as her eyes, as impartial as a standoff negotiation.

She thought playfully—how old is this child? Is he thirteen?

What does he look like? She doesn't like people who aren't good-looking. Perhaps because she was lost in thought, Song Zhishu didn't stop her gaze from becoming increasingly sharp and direct, causing the boy downstairs, who looked like a broken doll, to sway at a strange, arrhythmic pace.

Just as a gust of wind blew by, he suddenly looked up and crashed into Song Zhishu's line of sight like a wild wolf.

Song Zhishu saw his face, so perfect and exquisite that it was breathtaking, yet so sharp and cold, like a block of ice that would never melt.

Song Zhishu was neither frightened nor surprised.

The first emotion she felt upon seeing that face was displeasure—why were his lips so pale?

That would definitely be bad for your health.

Why torture beautiful things?

Her face remained expressionless, unchanged, like a dry well.

The boy stared straight at her, his pupils dark, like a beam of solidified black light piercing her. They stood there silently facing each other; the boy was the first to make a move.

He loosened his grip on the rusty iron chain and stood up in silence.

It wasn't until he stood up that Song Zhishu suddenly realized how tall he had become, looking nothing like a child.

But he was so thin, as if he was never getting enough to eat. His shirt was too small, and Song Zhishu could see his protruding joints. His pants were also too big, covering half of his shoes.

This made him appear particularly gloomy and terrifying, like a perpetually hungry, flesh-eating demon.

He stood up, but his eyes remained fixed on Song Zhishu, or rather—the necklace around her neck.

Song Zhishu seemed to realize he was looking at her necklace—she raised an eyebrow slightly, finally revealing an expression beyond her icy gaze. She smiled, and her budding beauty shone brightly.

She thought to herself with a smile—she's got good taste, after all, her necklace could buy 10 villas.

Song Zhishu always trusted her first instinct. She felt that the boy must be lacking food and clothing, living a miserable life of cold and hunger.

She smiled inexplicably, turned and left, leaving the boy behind, still staring at the dark, gaping window with his dark eyes.

Song Zhishu is always unpredictable, but when she's happy, she's very generous.

So she instructed her servants to visit the neighbor next door and bring them a bunch of local delicacies and some of Song Zhiyi's clothes.

When the servants returned, she was having dinner. Seeing them come back, she lazily asked, "Who picked me up?"

The maid answered cautiously, "A boy."

Song Zhishu nodded perfunctorily: "How does he look?" The maid hesitated for a moment, then said: "He looks like he's not doing well. The villa is dark and cold, and it seems like he's all alone. He was very rude when packing things up." Finally, he dared to say: "...He's very handsome."

None of these things aroused Song Zhishu's interest.

She hummed in agreement and was about to dismiss them when the maid quickly added, "Oh, by the way, he said he would remove the ivy."

Song, holding his comb and fork, paused, looked over abruptly, and asked, "Did you ask him to do this?"

The maid shook her head honestly: "We don't know if the young lady likes those ivy plants, so how could we ask him to do that? He suggested it himself."

Song Zhishu burst out laughing this time, her clear, bell-like laughter echoing in the room for a long time.

She hadn't laughed like that in a long time, and couldn't hide her joy at all. She laughed for a long time before stopping, then resumed eating her meal with a look of utter boredom, suddenly asking, "Did you ask for my name?"

“He said,” the servant replied, “Nan Gu Shu.”

...

Despite her laughter, Song Zhishu didn't take those words to heart.

After all, there's nothing she hasn't seen before, and cleaning up the ivy is such a trivial matter that it's not worth making a big fuss about.

The next day, after breakfast, she practiced the piano, read a book, and then took a nap.

It was a sunny day. After Song Zhishu woke up, she went to draw the curtains and bask in the sun.