After Song Qingge arrived in Japan, he was placed in a hotel by Xue Yanxian.

He helped her drag the box to the room, looked around the furnishings in the room, and then nodded with satisfaction, "Well, it's not bad here, because the press conference will be held in the next few days, and this hotel is relatively close to the venue, so you can stay here first." ”

She smiled gratefully, "Okay." ”

Xue Yan is a person who understands current affairs and knows how to measure herself, she was tired from taking the plane for so long, and he didn't want to add psychological pressure to her, so he simply chatted with her about the press conference and left first.

The hotel is located in Tokyo's Chiyoda Ward, and as soon as she opens the window, she can see the night view of Tokyo illuminated outside, and she stands in front of the window, feeling the night breeze of this island country with seafood, and finally feels a little relaxed.

Leaving Zhan Qi was a lucky and rare thing for her, since she knew that he saved her for the purpose of profit, she felt that the last straw that could support her love was gone. She doesn't necessarily hate him, but two people without love can only torture each other together.

It's too painful to feel like that, so it's better to just walk away.

The only thing she couldn't let go of was her little daughter.

Obviously, she has only been walking for such a day, but she can't feel the breath of knowing her side, and she will feel uneasy.

Song Qingge looked up at the stars in the sky and sighed lightly, now she can only hope for that man, hoping that he can treat their daughter well and fulfill his promise to have kidney replacement surgery for Zhizhi in the future.

Maybe it's because he escaped from the shackles of Zhan Qi. This night, Song Qingge slept deeply and sweetly, and had no dreams all night.

*

This time, the Tokyo fashion show was mainly tailored for the trending new products of this season, and the pomp and circumstance were naturally not small, and there were some first-class brands present.

Because the occasion was special, Song Qingge got up early in the morning to clean up, but as soon as she changed her clothes, there was a knock at the door.

As soon as the door opened, it was Xue Yan.

"All ready?"

"Hmm." She nodded, tugged at the skirt on her body, and smiled a little embarrassedly, "I was in a bit of a hurry when I left, I didn't bring any dresses, this skirt seems to be a little too casual." ”

It's a bit casual, because it's just a one-neck dress she wears every day, except for the special color, it doesn't look like she's here to attend the press conference.

Xue Yan didn't care at all, and directly handed her a box in his hand, "This is for you, you take it and try it to see if it fits." ”

For her?

Did he also prepare a dress for her in advance?

Song Qingge took the box a little unexpectedly, opened it and saw that inside was a champagne-colored one-collar tunic fishtail dress skirt, which was made of sequins, so it looked bolingboling, and the texture was very good, and the most important thing was that although the style of the skirt design was very simple, it was extremely exquisite.

She touched the skirt and looked up in surprise, "This is ......"

Xue Yan raised his fist and put it to his lips, coughed lightly, and said with a slightly embarrassed face: "This is my own design." That one...... As you know, I run a design company, but I'm not a costume designer myself, and frankly, I don't know anything about it. This is what I learned from Lao Huang some time ago, and I can't design it if it's too gorgeous and noble, although this looks a little ordinary, but it's already my best. ”

She naturally knows that he doesn't know anything about design, just like Ma Yun has done Alibaba, but he doesn't know a lot about Alibaba. Xue Yan is also only in charge of the company's affairs, and not every company CEO is completely related to the business that the company does.

But it is precisely because he is a layman who still designs this dress for her with such heart, so it is particularly precious and valuable.

Song Qing singer was holding a dress, and he didn't know what to say, so he could only say a somewhat light "thank you" for a long time.

In addition to thanks, she really didn't know how to express her gratitude, after all, since she was a child, except for her father, no one took her as seriously as he did.

Xue Yan just waved his hand and smiled, "It's nothing, it's just a trivial matter, you try it first to see if it fits or not." ”

After he finished speaking, he gentlemanly exited the room and closed the door, Song Qingge took off the skirt on her body and changed into the dress that Xue Yan designed for her.

It's also magical, she obviously doesn't remember that she gave Xue Yan her size, but this dress fits very well, whether it is the waist or the hips, it is just right, one more is loose, and one less is tight, which perfectly outlines her figure. In addition, the dress has a straight neckline, revealing her thin and delicate collarbones.

Song Qingge looked at herself in the mirror, and couldn't help but sigh a little, she thought that she was afraid that she would not have the opportunity to wear these brocade clothes again, but she didn't expect that fate was a little impermanent.

There was a knock on the door again, and she suddenly came back to her senses, and hurriedly pulled the zipper behind her back, but because her waist was too tight, she didn't pull it up several times.

"Qingge?" Xue Yan outside the door called her tentatively, and Song Qingge inside was sweating profusely, and he didn't have time to respond to him at all, Xue Yan thought something had happened to her. I pushed the door open and walked in.

"Qingge, haven't you changed it yet?"

"Swap ...... Swapped out. ”

Song Qingge turned around in a hurry, and said with some embarrassment on his face: "That's it...... The zipper on the back is not very easy to pull, so ......"

Xue Yan immediately understood what she meant, pursed his lips and asked, "Then do you want me to help you?" ”

At this time, there seemed to be no better solution than to ask him for help, so Song Qingge had no choice but to nod and say stubbornly: "Then I will trouble you." ”

After she finished speaking, she turned around, and the zipper behind her was pulled to the center of her back, and she was stuck there, looking a little embarrassed. Xue Yan walked up and stretched out his hand to pull her hair to the front, revealing her crystal white back in front of him.

She is indeed too thin, the spine on her back can be seen clearly, and when she stands upright, there will be a bewitching back groove on her back, which extends to her hip line.

Xue Yan looked at the beautiful scenery in front of him and only felt that his throat was tight, so he hurriedly shook his head, tried to get rid of those messy thoughts, and gently zipped her up.

Song Qingge lowered his eyes and smiled a little embarrassedly, "When we were studying fashion design before, the teacher said that if you don't have a boyfriend in the future, you must not wear clothes with zippers on the back, otherwise you won't be able to wear them if you take them off." Now it seems that this is really the case. ”

Xue Yan's hand paused, and he said lightly but thrillingly, "If you don't mind, I can zip it for you for a lifetime in the future." ”

"What?" Song Qingge was startled and suddenly turned his head to look at him.

Only then did he tug the corners of his mouth, shook his head and smiled, "It's nothing, you heard it wrong." ”

She thought about it, and simply completed the hair that had been draped before into a loose bun, and the whole person looked more bright and moving.

Because the press conference was more important after all, Song Qingge was originally thinking about whether to get a more decent hairstyle, but Xue Yan immediately rejected her proposal after seeing her casually finish her hair loose and loose.

Her hair was just loosely pulled up, and some broken hair naturally hung down in front, elegant but a little lazy and casual, plus the dress was a straight neckline, which just exposed her slender and white neck, and there was no need to do any special styling.

The black elongated Lincoln had already stopped downstairs in the hotel, Xue Yan gentlemanly opened the car door for her, and Song Qingge got into the car with her skirt.

This press conference is obviously also very valued by the industry, there have been a lot of luxury cars parked outside the venue, because of the red carpet, the media reporters are also wearing suits, and many media at home and abroad have been on standby outside the venue.

As soon as he got out of the car, Song Qingge was almost blinded by those flashing lights, and subconsciously raised his hand to block it in front of him, obviously unable to adapt to such an occasion.

Xue Yan on the side smiled, "Feeling uncomfortable?" ”

She shook her head, "No, I just think it's a strange occasion, like a Cannes Film Festival." ”

"It's okay, don't be afraid. If you're nervous for a while, you'll pull me. After he finished speaking, he bent his arm and motioned for her to hold him, but Song Qingge didn't twist it, he directly put his hand through it and held his arm affectionately.

The two walked slowly to the venue, and Song Qingge couldn't help but exclaim in a low voice after taking a few steps, "Oh my God, Masaharu Fukuyama!" He even came to this press conference? ”

"Well, such a press conference always has to invite some celebrities to the platform. Japan's Masaharu Fukuyama and Kyoko Fukada, why, are you his fan? ”

"No, it's just that when I watched "The Legend of Ryoma" before, I thought he was quite handsome." Song Qingge stuck out her tongue a little embarrassed, and looked like a little girl.

Xue Yan turned his head to look at her. The eyes are full of pampering and love.

The two signed and took pictures as usual and were brought into the venue by the staff, and the fashion show was actually a catwalk, with seats on both sides of the long catwalk, and as soon as they entered, they met acquaintances.

Yuriko Ishikawa wore a white shirt, a pair of black bell-bottoms, and her hair was tied in a low ponytail, which was very fashionable.

"Hi, Mr. Xue."

"Hello, Miss Ishikawa."

The two shook hands, and Ishikawa turned his head to look at Song Qingge again, and said with a smile: "Qingge-chan, you are here too." ”

The idol he had always admired was in front of him, and Song Qingge stretched out his hands and respectfully held Ishikawa's hand. Looking at her with some excitement, "Hello Miss Ishikawa." ”

"Don't be so polite, Mr. Xue has already told me that you will settle in Japan for a while. Well, with the recent rise of Chinese style in Japan, my company here needs a Chinese designer, and I can't help me. ”

Song Qingge smiled embarrassedly, "Don't dislike my poor qualifications." ”

"How so."

While a few people were talking, Song Qingge looked up inadvertently, but happened to catch a glimpse of a person not far away.

Although it was just a silhouette, her heart still jumped, and the face of that person was so familiar that she couldn't ignore it.

Angelica dahurica?

How did she end up here?

Just when Song Qingge was a little inexplicable. The lights in the venue were suddenly turned off, and the host started today's press conference in Japanese.

Song Qingge remembers watching an entertainment program a long time ago, when the guests were extremely popular trendsetters, and their job was to determine the popular elements of the year. People often think that the sudden emergence of an element is an accident, but this is not the case. Every year or month, the major luxury brands decide what style to go next, and then other brands start to imitate it, so this element becomes popular.

At that time, the host of the show also ridiculed those wind vanes, saying that they were the guides of popular elements, and if they wanted to make tassels popular today, they turned over the tassel brand. Tomorrow if they want rivets to become popular, they will turn over the brand of rivets, and at the end of the day, everything is controlled by them.

She didn't think it was like that until she watched today's press conference. I think that's really the case.

Whenever a model comes out, Xue Yan will ask her how this element is, and whether it can be used in the next season's new products. Or how is this color, will it look a little different when it blends into the cheongsam.

Song Qingge will always patiently explain to him, she has her own judgments and aesthetics, and coincidentally, her thoughts will always coincide with Xue Yan.

This is also the reason why Xue Yan will rely more on Song Qingge in his career than Wei Lai.

After all, Wei Lai is a person who has received education in Western countries, and her design concept and aesthetics are a bit European, but when used in Shengxuan, a clothing company that focuses on Chinese style, it seems a little out of place. And Song Qingge has a classical style in her bones, and her ideas always coincide with the company's business philosophy.

A clothing conference gave Song Qingge a lot of new inspiration, she has always been an active and studious person, whenever she has a new idea, she will immediately record it on her portable iPad, and by the end of the conference, she has taken several pages of notes.

Compared with other sleepy audiences, Song Qingge's whole person was in a state of high concentration and excitement.

When she came out of the venue, her eyes were full of eagerness, and Xue Yan looked at her with some amusement, "Why are you like a wolf who has seen food?" ”

"You don't understand, inspiration is harder for designers than food." Song Qingge clenched his fists, looking full of strength, "I can't wait to go back now, and quickly draw all the thoughts in my head, I'm really afraid that I will forget it later." ”

Xue Yan wanted to ask her if she had forgotten Zhan Qi now, but when the words came to her lips, she took them back.

That's it, I still don't ask, it's rare that she is in a relaxed mood now, so why should he bother her.

The press conference and reception lasted for three days, and after three days, Song Qingge was arranged to work in Ishikawa Yuriko's studio.

During this time, Xue Yan has always been by her side, and sometimes the two will go to see sumo wrestling together, or like the Japanese locals, go to the countryside to experience the slow pace of life, which is also very comfortable.

Song Qingge spent almost all her energy on work, and she was too focused and devoted, which naturally made her forget that there was a man in China who missed her.

She now lives in an apartment under Xue Yan's name, just like in a Japanese drama, after a tiring day, she goes home to take a bubble bath, and then wears loose loungewear, sits on a tatami mat, and waits for her hair to dry naturally, while nibbling on an apple to draw a design.

For more than half a month, I lived comfortably and casually.

*

And on the same night, Zhan Qi, who was in China, was not as relaxed and happy as her.

The night before she left, he hadn't slept all night. Maybe it was because she was leaving the next day, and she was smiling at the corners of her mouth when she fell asleep, as if she was thinking about how to escape from him in her dreams.

He looked at the piercing smile on the corner of her mouth, and couldn't tell whether it was anger or pain in his heart, and he really wanted to tie her to him with a rope like this, so that she could never leave him.

When it was almost dawn, he kissed her on the lips reluctantly but distressedly. Then he got up and went to the study, and until she left, he didn't come out to see her off, but just stood in front of the window of the study and watched her departing back for a long time.

didn't send her, not because I didn't want to, but because I didn't dare.

He was afraid that she would be reluctant to let her leave just by looking at her face, but he also knew that if he forced her to stay, he could only get the result of losing both sides in the end.

The first time he watched the woman he loved leave but couldn't do anything about it, Zhan Qi never knew that he had such a helpless day, he always boasted that he turned his hands into clouds and turned his hands into rain, but when facing Song Qingge, all the means turned into jokes.

No wonder people say that heroes are sad to pass the beauty pass. He hadn't really experienced it until now.

When Bai Ling died, he could still use his work to numb himself, but Song Qingge's departure was like taking away all his spirits, he began to be uninterested in anything, and he felt a headache after reading the documents for a few minutes, and all the entertainment and meals were pushed to Zhan Zheng and Zhan Yi, except for going in and out of her study every day, he went to pick up Zhi.

Song Qingge's study has become the place where he stays the longest, and he often stays in the study full of her breath for a day, sometimes reading on the recliner like her, and sometimes standing in front of the window in a daze like her.

He had never known what she was looking at when he stood in front of the window, but now he was in the same position, and finally realized that she was not looking at anything. It's just in a daze.

He remembered reading a book on psychology before, which said that only people with extremely empty and barren hearts would be in an endless daze, and he thought of her lonely appearance standing in front of the window, and his heart was full of pain.

At that time, how painful must her heart have been to stand here all day long?

In addition to looking for her traces in the corners of this house, Zhan Qi put almost all his energy on the child.

On Saturdays and Sundays, he would put down everything at hand and take her out to play, and all the places and opportunities in Rongcheng that could play left the footprints of their father and daughter, as if only when facing the child, he would not be so anxious in his heart.

He seemed to have experienced Song Qingge's difficult life with this child overnight, and now he finally felt that when life became undoubted, the child became his only reliance.

Since Song Qingge is gone. He suffered from insomnia, and after coaxing the child to sleep every night, he began to sleep all night, and the most common thing he did was to sit in front of the window until dawn, watching the sky turn from dark to hundred, but he was not sleepy at all.

Even Zhan Qi himself felt magical, sometimes he only slept for two or three hours in two days, but he didn't feel sleepy at all, he always felt that the whole person was still in a high degree of excitement, even if he was asked to make a major decision for the company at this time, he could do it rationally.

*

Modern people's lives are still very happy, even if they are thousands of miles apart, because of the development of communications, people's feelings of longing can be somewhat alleviated.

At the end of the day's work. As soon as Song Qingge came out of the shower, the iPad on the table rang, and it was Zhizhi who was far away in China who sent her a video invitation.

Her heart was hot, and she immediately sat cross-legged on the ground, propped up her iPad, and accepted the video invitation.

As soon as it opened, the little face of the acquaintance jumped violently on the screen, and called her with a smile, "Mom! ”

It's been a long time, and the little girl seems to have become a little fleshy again, Song Qingge's eyes are hot, and she choked up a little: "Baby, are you still happy lately?" ”

"Happy, is Mom still happy?"

"Hmm. Mom is happy too. ”

The little girl hugged the iPad and coquettishly said to her: "Mom, why have you been on a business trip for so long this time?" When will I be back? ”

"Missed Mom?"

"Yes~"

Song Qingge smiled and asked, "What's wrong?" Is Daddy bad for you? ”

"No, my dad has been very nice to me lately, he will buy me a lot of delicious food and beautiful clothes, and often take me out to play. By the way, he took me to Disney two days ago. ”

Song Qingge thought that Zhan Qi really did what he said, and he was quite responsible for the child, he could do this, and she was relieved in her heart.

Pretending to be unintentional, she casually asked, "What about Dad?" Why didn't you see him? ”

"Daddy is in the hospital."

"Hospital?" Song Qingge's heart sank, and he hurriedly asked, "Why are you in the hospital?" What's wrong? ”

Knowing it, he smiled and said mysteriously: "Mom." Are you worried about your father? ”

Song Qingge was choked by this little girl, her face instantly turned red, and she glared at her angrily: "Stinky girl, don't talk nonsense!" Hurry up, what the hell is wrong with Dad? Why go to the hospital? ”

"Hmm...... I don't know, it's just that one day my father suddenly fainted while eating, and then he was sent to the hospital by Grandpa Xu. ”

Song Qingge was faintly worried in his eyes, and asked uneasily: "How many days has Dad been to the hospital?" ”

"I forgot, it's been a few days anyway, and I feel like I haven't seen him in a long time. I wanted to go to the hospital to see him, but Grandpa Xu said that there were many bacteria in the hospital and didn't let me go. The little girl was obviously a little unhappy, puffing out her cheeks and looking sullen.

After knowing what to say next, Song Qingge couldn't listen to it anymore. Her mind was full of the words she knew, and Zhan Qi suddenly fainted, and then she was sent to the hospital.

Before hanging the video, I suddenly asked her, "Mom, Dad is sick, don't you want to come back to see him?" ”

Song Qingge's heart sank, and he couldn't help but ask himself this question in his heart.

If something really happened to him, should she go back to China to see him?

But if she really goes back, is it possible to leave?

With that man's character, once she returned to him, he would definitely not let her go again. She finally had such a chance to leave, and she really didn't want to go back to the cage that suffocated her.

She thought about it, finally shook her head, and said ruthlessly: "It's okay, Dad's health is very good, it will be fine in a few days, and Mom won't go back for the time being." ”

"Oh, well......" the child muttered in a dejected whisper, visibly disappointed.

After chatting with the child for a while, she hung up the video with a heavy heart, and until she lay in bed, she felt a mess in her head.

In her impression, Zhan Qi has always been a man with a strong body like a cow, and he has never been sick in her memory, even if he was injured from a previous mission, he would get out of bed the next day, as if there was no word "hospitalization" in his dictionary.

But what happened this time? What kind of illness did he have, not only would he faint, but he would actually be admitted to the hospital, and he would be hospitalized for several days.

Frankly speaking, Song Qingge was still a little worried in his heart.

She was worried, not that Zhan Qi would die, but that he had three longs and two shorts, and that the hope of replacing a kidney would be dashed again.

*

Because there were still things in China, and Wei Lai had been calling Xue Yan to urge him, Xue Yan had already returned to China more than a week ago, but before he left, he had repeatedly emphasized to Song Qingge that he would only go back to deal with urgent matters, and he would rush back immediately after it was over.

Song Qingge didn't pay attention to this at all, just smiled and asked him to hurry back to accompany Wei Lai.

Xue Yan originally seemed to have something to say to her, but after hearing her words, she didn't say anything more, and finally just left indifferently.

Yuriko Ishikawa's studio is not far from Song Qingge's apartment, and when she gets off work, she is packing her things and preparing to leave, and Ishikawa and his assistant happen to walk out of the office.

"Are you going to leave work?"

"Well, I'm bothering Miss Ishikawa today."

"It's nothing, I've seen your drawing, it's very good, you can make a sample according to your design concept and come out and see."

Song Qingge nodded gratefully, "Thank you, Miss Ishikawa." ”

"Don't be so polite, by the way, by the way, there seems to be an earthquake warning today, do you have a backpack at home? If you don't have one, remember to go to the mall and buy one, which has ready-made emergency supplies. ”

"I see. Thank you, Ms. Ishikawa, for the reminder. ”

After saying goodbye to Ishikawa, Song Qingge went home, and when she passed by the mall on the way, she suddenly remembered Ishikawa's words, but in the end, she didn't go in to buy an earthquake emergency backpack.

After all, Japan is an island country, and there are not many major earthquakes, but small earthquakes are constant. In the little month she has been living here, she has experienced several small earthquakes, probably of four or five magnitudes.

At first, she would panic, but later she slowly got used to it and didn't pay attention to it anymore, and she could continue to sleep when she turned over.

Japan has done a very good job in earthquake prevention, and the structure of the houses is basically able to cope with a major earthquake of magnitude 8 or more, except that the house will shake a little, there is no need to be afraid at all. So Song Qingge didn't care.

She recently learned a new type of Japanese ramen, and after cooking a bowl of noodles in the evening, she sits down to watch the news and eats it.

However, just as she was watching with relish, the floor suddenly began to vibrate, at first it was just a small shaking, like a person shaking his legs, but slowly something became wrong. The frequency of the house shaking is getting faster and faster, and the amplitude of the vibration is getting bigger and bigger, Song Qingge even felt that the whole person was shaking, and his head was a little dizzy.

She suddenly realized that it was probably the earthquake that Ishikawa and the others said, and she didn't care about the noodle bowl in her hand, so she hurriedly put it on the coffee table, and hurriedly stood up and prepared to run out.

Song Qingge originally thought that this was just an ordinary small earthquake, because earthquakes in Japan are too frequent. Even when she sometimes watches TV dramas, subtitles pop up from time to time to report earthquake warnings, so she doesn't take it to heart at all.

But when the mirror she had placed on the dresser hit the ground, she realized that the earthquake was not as simple as she had imagined.

The house shook more and more, the floor was shaking, and she tried to run out, but the house shook so hard that she couldn't even stand on her feet.

The bottles and cans in the kitchen and the ornaments in the living room fell one after another under the action of the earthquake, making continuous noises, Song Qingge became more and more scared in his heart, even when he was in elementary school, the teacher taught them not to rush out when the earthquake occurred, and forgot the warning to find a corner to squat.

There was only one thought in her head. She just can't die here, she still has her daughter, she doesn't want to die in this exotic island country.

Song Qingge tried her best to stabilize her body and ran to the door, desperately trying to pull the door, but because of the effect of the earthquake, the door was already a little deformed in the vibration, no matter how hard she tried, but the security door could not be opened.

Panicked shouts began to be heard outside the door, and even the Japanese people, who had been suffering from an earthquake for a long time, were instinctively scared when faced with such a large earthquake.

The door couldn't be opened from the inside, and she kept banging on the door, shouting hoarsely, "Is there anyone outside?" Can someone open the door for me, please. Help me......"

But in the corridor, you can only hear the panicked shouts of the people, the things in the house crackle down, and the overhead lights flash twice and then suddenly go out.

The house was pitch black, and he could only feel the house swaying left and right, and Song Qingge kept banging on the door and calling for help, but to no avail.

Just when she was about to despair, a man's voice finally came from outside, "Hey! Is there anyone in there? ”

She hurriedly wiped away her tears and said loudly, "Someone, please save me!" ”

"Stand back! I'm going to kick the door! ”

Song Qingge immediately dodged to the side when she heard this, and then, she only heard a loud "bang", and the security door was kicked open from the outside, and the lights in the corridor came faintly, she looked at the faint light, and almost cried.

In the dark, she only felt scared and frightened, and couldn't help covering her mouth and sobbing quietly, but the next second, she was tightly embraced by a person into the bad.

The man hugged her hard, pressed his chin against the top of her hair, and said in a trembling voice, "I'm sorry, I'm late." ”