"I swear, what I just said was not intentional. I just said it without thinking about it... I am willing to take it back - really!"
Feng Jin continued.
"Actually, what I said was to express the close relationship between the two of you...I never thought about offending you...Tang Shu, Song Jie, please forgive me."
Song Jie glanced at Feng Jin coldly and deeply - her eyes were full of coldness, as if there was no emotion at all... She sneered softly again -
Her laughter was as cold as ice, with an air of inviolable majesty that made her heart tremble and her spine shiver...
"Okay, okay! Feng Jin,...you can choose not to leave here...but, but...I will punish you to drink three glasses of white wine in a row..."
She waved her hand casually and saw that Feng Jin was hesitant. After all, three glasses of white wine cost more than four taels, so her tone softened and she said contemptuously and indifferently:
"Feng Jin, Shu Shu and I don't need to be angry with you. We have forgiven you. If you don't want to drink... you can... just do whatever you want, okay?"
"Song Jie, please forgive me! I drank, I drank, I am willing to drink three glasses of wine to apologize!"
Feng Jin said it again - after that, he poured three glasses of white wine, raised it in front of Song Jie to express his apology, and then drank it all...
Of course, Feng Jin was so drunk that he vomited profusely in the toilet, and Luo Yan finally sent him home.
When Tang Shu thought of Song Jie's sure gesture and the tone of commanding Feng Jin to drink, he remembered that a real "female Internet celebrity" would probably not be more dignified and ruthless than her. The rude and rude words pointed out by netizens Hold that door - force those netizens to leave!
…
That night, Tang Shu returned home and lay on the bed, tossing and turning like a pancake. He couldn't fall asleep for a long time - the story Song Jie inadvertently told surprised him...
His thoughts seemed to have just been groped back from a distant place——
"This story is not exciting, but quite ordinary, but when it comes from Song Jie's mouth, it has a somewhat meaningful flavor - is this a pun with another meaning?"
he asked himself quietly in his mind.
"So, if it is really a pun, what does she mean by that, and what is she hinting at? If what she said is true - then, could the old man she was talking about be talking about? Father?"
"No, no, it's impossible..."
When Tang Shu thought of his father, he tried his best to deny it in his heart.
"Didn't Song Jie say that she has no relationship with her father? She said that she only contacted her father because of her mother's lawsuit..."
Because of this, Tang Shu was convinced that "Song Jie had no relationship with his father" - but the doubt was not completely eliminated...
While muttering to himself in a low voice, he turned over and buried his hot cheek on the other side of the pillow...
However, he recalled the look and expression on Song Jie's face when she was telling the story... He also recalled Feng Jin's sighing words, and recalled the sudden change in Song Jie's attitude towards him -
Tang Shuhe returned to Huabiao and met with all kinds of things - he made partial generalizations like everyone is trying to figure out the elephant, and he couldn't figure it out.
"Who is he but his father?"
These big question marks, as if someone had drawn them with a red pen in the dark, kept flashing in front of his eyes——
It was as if there was an ominous and lingering dark cloud hanging high and low above his head - this dark cloud was like a black curtain, covering his young heart.
He felt the heavy oppression of this dark cloud - the air in that room seemed to be compressed to a high intensity, making people feel suffocated and unable to breathe.
So - he waited...
Wait for it to suddenly burst like thunder and lightning...a flash of light breaks through the darkness like a fiery snake, carving a rift in the sky - just like the storm felt that night.
…
Tang Shu tried his best not to think about these things that upset him. He buried his head alone and quietly in a pillow as soft and comfortable as a cloud——
However, those things... the more you don't think about them, the more they appear deliberately - he felt angry... so angry that he was speechless, his hands were shaking, and he couldn't recover for a long time.
At the same time, he thought - as long as he can be with Song Jie in this life, even if they can't become husband and wife, it doesn't matter - he can agree to any conditions, he can give anything...
Tang Shu thought and thought - the more he thought about it, the more confused he became. The blood in his body was burning, noisy and boiling - it seemed that it was also gushing out at this moment.
He really couldn't sleep - he thought it would be better to go for a walk or stroll in the community garden, which might help him sleep. He hurriedly put on his clothes and quietly walked out of the house.
The dark night was like a terrible black coat, shrouding everything.
The street lights flicker on and off, like the eyes of a sleepy person.
The leaves, which resemble a small green unfolded fan, rustle gently in the breeze.
A slight chill fell from the sky, and he involuntarily tightened the pajamas he was wearing, smelling the fragrance of osmanthus coming from the garden - thick, like butter, like honey, making people want to taste it.
Tang Shu walked all the tree-lined paths in the garden... His compact and powerful footsteps echoed along the garden paths, as if a resolute step forward was declaring determination and courage.
He stood down, standing a little sluggishly, with one hand in his pocket and the other gently pressing on his waist.
He waited - like the brewing and deliberation before a flash in the pan, breaking the face of the season just to spit out a touch of fragrance under the clear light.
He listened—to the yearning of his soul deep within.
His heart was beating uneasily - like a wildly jumping rabbit, fast and powerful, beating fast and loud.
Finally, he walked to the long chair painted with green paint and sat down lazily...
At this time, suddenly - or this is Tang Shu's illusion and phantom...
Less than ten meters away from him, a strange black shadow that looked like the incarnation of the devil flashed past him. He felt that it looked like the figure of a beautiful woman...
He tried his best to focus his sight like a steel drill drilling deep into the earth to the darkness like the ghostly undead flame——
He held his breath and took a deep breath to slowly calm his heartbeat.
He heard a sound, getting faster and faster, as if he was stepping on the tip of a knife - the sound was like footsteps approaching from near to far -
"Who is this? Who is still awake at such a late hour?" Tang Shu thought, "On such a late night, there are almost no people like him wandering around without sleeping. If not, is there really a ghost?"
