"I swear that I just said that sentence was not intentional, and it was said without thinking about it in my head...... I'm willing to take it back – really! ”

Feng Jin continued.

"Actually, what I'm saying is to express the intimacy between the two of you...... I didn't think about offending you at all...... Tang Shu, Song Jie, please forgive me. ”

Song Jie glanced at Feng Jin coldly and profoundly—his eyes were full of coldness, as if there was not a trace of emotion...... She sneered softly again—

Her laughter was as cold as ice, revealing an inviolable majesty that made her heart tremble and her spine chill when she heard it......

"Okay, okay! Feng Jin,...... You can choose not to leave here...... However, it is not ...... I'm going to punish you for drinking three glasses of liquor in a row......"

She waved her hand casually, and saw Feng Jin's hesitant appearance, after all, three glasses of liquor were 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...... It is also possible to ...... It's up to you, okay? ”

"Song Jie, please forgive me! I drink, I drink, I'm willing to drink three glasses of wine to make amends! ”

Feng Jin said it again and again—after that, he poured three glasses of white wine, raised it in front of Song Jie to apologize, and then drank it all......

Of course, Feng Jin was so drunk that he vomited in the toilet, and in the end Luo Yan sent him home.

As soon as Tang Shu thought of Song Jie's sure gesture and the tone of ordering Feng Jin to drink, he remembered that a real "female Internet celebrity" probably would not be more majestic and ruthless than her, and the rude netizens who spoke disrespectfully to her pointed to that door - forced to ask those netizens to leave!

……

That night, Tang Shu returned home, lay on the bed, tossed and turned, like a baked cake, and couldn't fall asleep for a long time - the story that Song Jie inadvertently told surprised him......

His mind felt as if he had just groped his way back from a distant place—

"This story is not exciting, but quite ordinary, but when it comes out of Song Jie's mouth, it has a bit of a meaningful flavor - is this a pun that contains another meaning?"

He asked himself softly in his heart.

So, if it's really a pun, what does she mean otherwise, and what exactly is she implying by that? If what she said was true—was the old man she was talking about about her father? ”

"No, no, it can't ......"

As soon as Tang Shu thought of his father, he tried his best to deny it in his heart.

"Song Jie, didn't she say that she had nothing to do with her father? She said she was in contact with her father only because of her mother's lawsuit......"

It is precisely because of this that Tang Shu is convinced that "Song Jie has nothing to do with her father" - but the doubt has not been completely eliminated......

He muttered to himself as he flipped over and buried his hot cheeks on the other side of the pillow......

However, he thought back to the look and expression on Song Jie's face when she told the story...... Thinking back to Feng Jin's exclamation words, and recalling the sudden change in Song Jie's attitude towards him before and after-

Tang Shuhe returns to Huabiao and intersects with hundreds of ends - he generalizes like everyone touches the elephant, and he can't figure it out.

"Who is he but my 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 a loominous and lingering dark cloud high and low above his head—a dark cloud like a black curtain that enveloped his young heart.

He felt the weight of the cloud—the air in that room, as if it had been compressed with high intensity, made it feel suffocated and unable to breathe.

And so - he waited......

Wait for it to suddenly burst out like thunder and lightning...... A flash of light broke through the darkness like a fiery serpent, cutting a crack in the sky—like the storm felt that night.

……

Tang Shu tried not to think about these things that upset him, and he buried his head in a pillow as soft and comfortable as a cloud alone-

But those things ...... The more you don't think about it, the more you have to come out on purpose—he gets angry...... was so angry that he opened his mouth, his hands trembled, and he couldn't come back to his senses for a long time.

At the same time, he thought - as long as he can be with Song Jie in this life, even if he can't become a husband and wife, it doesn't matter - he can agree to any conditions, and he can take out anything......

Tang Shu thought, thought—the more he thought about it, the more chaotic it became, the blood in his body was burning, hustle, and boiling—and seemed to gush out at this moment.

He really couldn't sleep—it occurred to him that he might as well go for a walk or walk in the community garden, or maybe help him sleep. He hurriedly got dressed and quietly walked out of the house.

The dark night, like a terrible black cloak, enveloped everything.

The street lamps are bright and dark, like the eyes of a sleepy man.

The leaves, which resemble a small green fan, rustle softly in the breeze.

A slight chill fell from the sky, and he involuntarily tightened the pajamas he was wearing, smelling the fragrance of osmanthus wafting from the garden - thick, like cream, like honey, which made people want to taste it when they smell it.

Tang Shu walked through all the tree-lined paths in the garden...... The sound of his compact and powerful footsteps echoed through the garden path, as if a resolute step was a declaration of determination and courage.

He stood down, a little slouching, one hand in his pocket and the other gently pressed against his waist.

He waited—like a flash in the pan before brewing and deliberation, smashing the face of the season only to spit out a touch of fragrance under the clear light.

He listened—to the yearning of his soul.

His heart was beating uneasily—like a rabbit leaping wildly, fast and powerful, fast and loud.

At last he walked over to the long green-painted chair and sat down lazily......

At this time, suddenly—or rather, this is Tang Shu's illusion and phantom......

Less than a dozen meters away from him, a strange black shadow that looked like a devil incarnation flashed in front of him, and he felt that it was like the figure of a beautiful woman......

He tried his best to focus his gaze like a steel drill digging deep into the dirt to a dark place like a ghostly flame of the dead—

He held his breath and took a deep breath, letting his heart beat slowly calm down.

He heard a voice, more and more hurried, as if stepping on the tip of a knife—the sound was like a footstep near and far—

"Who is this? Who hasn't slept at this late hour? Tang Shu thought, "On such a big night, there are almost no people like him who come out and don't sleep." If not, are there really ghosts? ”