After the fake master disappeared, the real master went crazy

It wasn't until late at night that Shen Junzhi returned home. Song Xici came out of Huo Chengying's previous bedroom in a daze, yawned and asked, "Brother Junzhi, are you back?"

"Woke you up?" Shen Junzhi looked up at Song Xici from downstairs and rubbed his eyes, "Go in and sleep, I'll be asleep soon too."

Song Xici was sure that he was back, so he turned around and went back to the room. It was not until the door of Song Xici's room slammed shut that the two bodyguards behind Shen Junzhi did it and carried him to the second floor together with the wheelchair.

One of them was gone soon, and the other was going to sleep in the cot next to his bed and take care of him tonight and tomorrow.

Song Xici came out after a good night's sleep and found that Shen Junzhi was already drinking coffee by the small window on the first floor, with a book full of illustrations on his lap, like a picture book that children like.

He went downstairs and threw himself on the sofa, and the people in the kitchen quickly made coffee for him, but before it was handed to him, Shen Junzhi shook his head, "Aunt Zhou, he doesn't like bitter coffee. , give him a cup of milk, please."

"Why are you polite, young master." The middle-aged woman in an apron brought coffee into the kitchen, and brought out a cup of hot milk at a suitable temperature.

"Thank you, Aunt Zhou." Song Xici took the milk on the way, and moved to Shen Junzhi's side, "Brother Junzhi, what are you looking at?"

Shen Junzhi handed the book to Song Xici, he turned to the cover, but found his name written on it, and three stick figures were drawn on it, the book was taken from Song Xici's bookshelf when he was very young , Tong Xiaoshan bought it for him.

At that time, he was a treasure worth showing off in Tong Xiaoshan's hands, and the cutest child in the hands of the ladies at the party.

Song Xici handed the book back to Shen Junzhi, and drank the milk in his hand in one gulp, "You still like reading this kind of book now."

"Just take it out and read it. I don't have any other ways to entertain myself now." Shen Junzhi smiled, and he drove the wheelchair to put the book back on the shelf.

Because of Song Xici's height, the height of the things he used before was very high. In order to facilitate his own access to books, on his bookshelf, the books on the upper shelf are his high school books, while the lower shelves are his childhood books.

Shen Junzhi, who was sitting in a wheelchair, could only get the ones on the lower floor. For several months, he had been reading Song Xici's children's books when he was a child.

"Breakfast is ready, sir."

Aunt Zhou yelled in the kitchen, and Song Xici pushed Shen Junzhi to the edge of the dining table, and went into the kitchen to help Aunt Zhou serve things. Aunt Zhou was good at making pastries, and her breakfast was sweet steamed mango cakes.

"The young master asked me to make it. He doesn't really like sweet things." Aunt Zhou smiled, "This dish has less sugar, please serve it to the young master."

At the dinner table, Song Xici secretly looked at Shen Junzhi subconsciously. The plate of steamed mango cake was not much, and Shen Junzhi only ate half of the breakfast.

His gaze was too straightforward, Shen Junzhi couldn't hold back in the end, and asked him, "Why do you keep looking at me today?"

"Brother Junzhi, why are you always accommodating us so much? You have to think about yourself." Song Xici had already finished eating the steamed cakes on the plate, and the mango sauce in the steamed cakes was served after the steamed cakes were fully cooked. It tasted very good when it was poured in, but he didn't like it very much because of Shen Junzhi.

Shen Junzhi was taken aback by what he said. He was already used to the current way of doing things. He didn't expect Song Xici to feel wronged for him. He calmed down and felt his current feelings.

He covered his mouth and smiled, a feeling he had never had before filled his heart, fueling his greed and making him want to get more, but how could he get more with himself like this.

Shen Junzhi calmed down for a moment, suppressed all the turbulent emotions in his heart, and then said: "I didn't accommodate you very much, it's just because I'm not picky about food, that's why I cook what you like, and it's not because I don't like what I eat, it's just because of my appetite Small."

What Song Xici wanted to say was not these, but he didn't know how to express his emotions. He scratched his head and thought for a while, then sighed and said: "Anyway, anyway, you should think more for yourself, Leave me alone."

"How can I ignore you." Shen Junzhi lowered his voice, "The thing I worry about the most is you. I don't want to give you up to others, and I dare not..."

"Shen Junzhi, what are you talking about? Louder, I can't hear you." Song Xici raised his palm to his ear, made it into the shape of a trumpet, and moved closer to Shen Junzhi.

But Shen Junzhi suddenly stopped talking, and pushed his head away, talking about him from left to right: "Where do you want to go today?"

To be honest, Song Xici was tired of playing these places in City A. If it wasn't for visiting Shen Junzhi, he wouldn't choose to visit City A even when he was insane.

He stayed at home and didn't want to go out at all, but not long after breakfast, the phone kept ringing. Song Xici thought it was Huo Chengfeng, so he didn't bother him until he was annoyed by the noise and wanted to turn off the phone ringing , only to find out that the person who sent the text message was not Huo Chengfeng at all, but Shao Qi who had never been in touch.

Shao Qi said that he saw him on the way to give a speech last night. Because of a misunderstanding in high school, he wanted to meet him.

How did he know there was a misunderstanding in high school?

Song Xici wanted to push Shen Junzhi to go out for a walk, and he agreed to have a few words with Shao Qi. They chose the garden square in the center of the city for their walk. Shao Qi arrived at the square first and waited on a chair by the flower bed.

When Song Xici slowly pushed Shen Junzhi to where, Shao Qi was already impatient, but when he saw Song Xici pushing someone over, although he frowned tightly, he unexpectedly didn't get angry.

"What are you going to say?" Song Xici asked from a distance, "How do you know that what happened in high school was a misunderstanding?"

"You should ask that crazy Huo Chengfeng about this." Shao Qi hasn't changed much from when he was in high school, still wearing casual sportswear, with his hair cut very short, cursing: "Damn, he I don’t know what’s going on, so many years of things, now I have to find out, let me apologize to you, otherwise it will embarrass our family.”

"Can he embarrass your family?" Song Xici felt that this was very different from the Huo Chengfeng in his memory.

Didn't Huo Chengfeng waste his studies because he was too nervous?Didn't Tong Xiaoshan dislike him?Brother wouldn't let him mess around like this.

"You don't know what that kid is doing now?" Shao Qi let out a sigh, and said very irritably: "That idiot has started his own company now, and then the Song family's momentum has developed rapidly, surpassing ours long ago."

"However, aren't those things all his fault? He is very good at doing things, and he blames me for everything. Bai Xirou was forced to go abroad by him. I don't want to go abroad. There is no deep hatred between us. Help me I'll say something nice."

"What can I say for you, we had a falling out when we were in college." Song Xici sighed, and pushed Shen Junzhi to go out, "Just say that you have apologized, and I have to go for a walk, let's go first gone."

"Crap." Shao Qi scratched his hair and cursed, "Why is I so unlucky?"

"Huo Chengfeng is really capable." Shen Junzhi tapped on the armrest of the wheelchair, his tone was unclear.

Song Xici didn't really want to mention him, so he pouted and said nothing, no matter what Huo Chengfeng was doing now, he just wanted to finish college well and live the life he wanted to live.

He still sends a lot of messages to Song Xici every day, but Song Xici has already changed to a new mobile phone and number. The reason why he didn't throw away the old number is that he is afraid that someone will receive those inexplicable messages from Huo Chengfeng after applying for this calling card. greeting.

A few years later, Shen Junzhi still insisted on visiting Song Xici every week, and Song Xici had already left school and started an internship.

Song Xici is very talented in design. He already had works in his sophomore and junior years. He was not confident in his designs at that time. Bai Xiaolin suggested that he anonymously put his works in the counter of Baijia I went to sell it, but it was bought in less than half an hour.

His first buyer became his loyal fan. As long as there is a new work, he will buy it at a high price immediately. Other buyers can only look at it but not own it. On the contrary, they admire the anonymous designer's work more and more.

After Song Xici came out of school, he rented a spacious yard in a small alley to live in. At the same time, he could also work as a studio. It was convenient to do things here, and he could go back to school at any time. It was very comfortable to live in.

It's just that Song Xici never thought that after a few years, he would still see a drunk Huo Chengfeng in front of his house.

The new house I rented was in the style of a courtyard house, with a wooden door and stone walls made of blue bricks on both sides. Huo Chengfeng leaned against the wall with his coat in his arms, raised his head slightly, as if staring at the sky in a daze.

He didn't seem to see him yet, when Song Xici was thinking whether he should turn around and leave or ignore him and go home, Huo Chengfeng turned his head and saw him.

"Xiao Ci." He walked over a few steps and took Song Xici's hand, and said happily: "Now can you forgive me, I am not from the Song family anymore."

Song Xici had a headache, he didn't care about those things before and started to live again, but Huo Chengfeng seemed to be stuck in the same place, how many years has it been?How could he still remember himself.

And he said that he is no longer from the Song family, what does that mean?

Although he was a little curious, he didn't want to have anything to do with Huo Chengfeng because of curiosity, so he didn't answer, just pulled back his sleeves, and when he returned home, he locked the door, knowing that Huo Chengfeng was still outside, But I don't intend to persuade him.

Seeing Huo Chengfeng again after a long time, it reminded Song Xici of the cell phone that was left in the corner. It had not been charged for a long time, and it had automatically turned off. When it was powered on and turned on, the phone vibrated continuously for several minutes .

The inbox of the mobile phone was full of messages from Huo Chengfeng. He would report to himself every day what he had done in the past few years.

Sighing, Song Xici checked the information with a complicated mood.