The two glanced at each other, Qi Xia turned around casually, and Song Qingyue couldn't come back to his senses for a long time.

After entering the house, she asked Aunt Wang, "Who is that woman?" What to do here ? ”

"Oh, the niece of the old lady's nurse used to live here when she was in high school, and the old lady liked her and came to visit her."

Song Qingyue's tone was light: "When she was in high school, did she always live here?" ”

"Well, I lived there for less than two years, and then I didn't come to college very much."

"That's ......"

*

Chen Xifan, who has been flying international flights recently, returned from Osaka today, and after getting off work, he drove to Baita Lane to visit the old man.

Walking to the door, he saw a familiar silver-white Maybach and couldn't help frowning. He already had the idea of turning around and leaving, but because he was worried about Grandma Chen's body, he stopped again.

Chen Xifan sat back in the car, lit a cigarette, took two puffs, felt calm, extinguished most of the remaining half, and then got out of the car.

When he entered the house, he didn't see anyone, so he went upstairs and went straight to Grandma Chen's room, and sure enough, there were many people here who didn't want to see him.

Chen Kuisong sat on the sofa next to the bed, holding a diet list and asking the doctor, and Zheng Rong stood beside him, not leaving an inch.

Song Qingyue and his father Song Heng were also there, hushing around Grandma Chen's bedside to ask for warmth, it was really lively.

He suddenly felt bored, turned around and wanted to leave, Song Qingyue's eyes were sharp, and she hurriedly stopped him: "Ah Fan, you are here." ”

The room that had just been harmonious suddenly fell silent, and all eyes looked at him.

Chen Xifan smiled very lightly, pulled the corners of his lips, and walked in generously, "Grandma, how is your body?" ”

"It's nothing, you work hard, don't worry."

Since he came in, Chen Xifan didn't plan to make the people present feel better, he sat down by himself, looked calm, poured himself a cup of Biluochun, and said, "It's better to pay attention, don't eat high-calorie desserts in the future." ”

"Okay, okay, listen to you." Grandma Chen nodded and took the initiative to help him out, "You haven't eaten yet, have you?" Go downstairs and ask Aunt Wang to cook you something delicious. ”

Chen Xifan's tone was light: "I'm not hungry, I'll stay with you." ”

The air was stagnant and quieter.

The people present all knew that Chen Xifan and Chen Kuisong had a bad relationship, and this circle said that it was not big or small, and it was impossible to escape those things when talking about it after dinner.

Song Heng deliberately relieved the anxious atmosphere, and joked with a smile: "Ah Fan is here, I haven't seen you for a long time, why didn't you come to Qingzhuo's birthday party last time?" ”

"Something." He replied lightly.

Hearing this, Chen Kuisong also said: "I have time to get together with my friends, because I grew up together, and I will take care of them in the future." ”

Chen Xifan didn't appreciate it, lowered his head and sneered, "Don't worry about it." ”

The already cold atmosphere in the house suddenly dropped to freezing.

Chen Kuisong was speechless for a while, but he reacted and tried to maintain his majesty, "I don't care what I mean, you are my son, and it is natural for a father to control his son." ”

"Alright." Chen Xifan's tone was loose: "Just take care of your lover, don't let her come here in the future." ”

The word "lover" deeply pierced Zheng Rong's heart, and her body shook and her eyes turned red.

"You ......"

Chen Kuisong got up, pointed to his nose and said, "Are you here to visit the elders, or are you here to make trouble?" Such a big person is not sensible, let the guests see the joke......"

Zheng Rong hurriedly stopped him, played a round and said, "Forget it, the old lady's body is important, so she won't say a word." ”

Grandma Chen threw a knife at her, Zheng Rong lowered her eyelashes and didn't dare to say anything more, she knew that there was no place for her to speak.

The stinging words were almost the same, Chen Xifan got up unhurriedly, bowed to Grandma Chen and apologized, "I'm sorry, be quiet at home another day, I'll come to see you again." ”

Grandma Chen smiled and said, "It's okay, you go and get busy, don't worry about me." ”

Chen Xifan bowed, turned around and left, and no one said goodbye.

Walking to the staircase on the second floor, Song Qingyue caught up, "Ah Fan-"

Chen Xifan did not stop, and continued to go downstairs, while Song Qingyue ran behind and chased, "You...... You shouldn't talk like that, after all, you're an elder......"

Chen Xifan looked tired and stood up slightly, "What identity do you use to talk to me about this?" ”

"I ...... We grew up together, aren't we good friends? ”

Chen Xifan laughed as if he had heard some joke, but that kind of laughter was ridicule, denial, dull and tasteless, in short, not from the heart.

"I didn't see you when I was a child, and I grew up together." ”

Song Qingyue was stunned, and her already precarious self-esteem was shattered all over the ground.

When she was a child, she only met Chen Xifan a few times, and then she was sent to school in the south, and when she came back, because of Song Qingzhuo's relationship, she had the opportunity to get close to him.

Song Qingyue clenched her fingers, "Ah Fan, your words are too ugly, I'm a girl." ”

"I'm sorry, I've been talking like that, regardless of gender."

He didn't want to spend any more time and turned to go downstairs.

Looking at his distant back, Song Qingyue suddenly collapsed. She always thought that because of her family, she should be different in Chen Xifan's eyes.

But reality has given her blow after blow, and whether it was eight years ago or now, Chen Xifan's eyes have no one like her, and no one else.

No, she suddenly thought of someone - classmate seven.

Song Qingyue had read the chat records between Chen Xifan and classmate No. 7, and her intuition told her that Chen Xifan treated classmate No. 7 differently.

In the past, she didn't think about using this identity to do something, but on the one hand, her self-esteem made her unable to do things to impersonate others, and on the other hand, it was too easy to show her stuff.

Song Qingyue walked out of the gate in a dejected manner, and saw Chen Xifan and Qi Xia standing together and talking in the courtyard.

Chen Xifan and Qi Xia, when did they become so familiar?

Qi Xia is the seventh classmate, does Chen Xifan know?

*

It was getting late, and Qi Xia found a box of old things in the small building where she used to live, which she used in college.

She came out with the box and bumped into Chen Xifan unexpectedly.

Qi Xia always felt that something was wrong with Chen Xifan at this time, and his whole body seemed to be covered with sharp thorns, revealing the indifference of refusing to allow everyone to approach.

"Chen Xifan—" she called tentatively.

Chen Xifan raised his eyes when he heard this, and just looked at her fixedly, without saying a word.

"That...... I came to see Grandma Chen, and by the way, I went back to the room where I used to live to pick up something. Qi Xia slowly approached and took the initiative to speak: "Hmm...... Have you eaten? ”

"Chen Xifan?"

In the next second, Chen Xifan returned to normal and smiled casually.

Like Qi Xia, he has long been sure and affirmed, but all along, Chen Xifan can't understand why. In a split second, the answer was suddenly found.

The person in front of him made him feel relaxed for a long time.

Because of the education he received since childhood, Chen Xifan does not show too much emotion. In the face of anyone and anything, he can talk and laugh freely, and he can cope with it easily, but in fact, it is not a kind of bondage.

The moment I saw her, the sharp thorns took the initiative to rein, my heart became soft, and all the bad moods were left behind.

Even if tomorrow is the end of the world, this man is around, he can calmly destroy.

Chen Xifan stretched out his hand, rubbed her hair, and said with a smile: "Do you have any magic?" ”

"Huh?" Qi Xia didn't understand, "What do you mean?" ”

Chen Xifan smiled even deeper, and took the box in her arms, "It's nothing, I'll send you somewhere." ”

"I'm ready to go home."

"Let's go."

The box was not heavy, and there was a stack of books on top, "Introduction to Journalism" and "History of Journalism and Communication in China and Abroad......

Chen Xifan held the box with one hand, picked up one of them with the other, and smiled: "These are the textbooks used in college?" ”

"Hmm."

Seeing that Chen Xifan had a tendency to open the page, Qi Xia thought of the three letters written on the first page of the textbook, and panicked for a moment.

"Wait—" she exclaimed in surprise, "these books...... You...... You can't watch. ”

Chen Xifan's fingers froze, and when he saw her slightly flushed face, he suddenly realized something, and hurriedly put the book back, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have touched your things." ”

In addition to panicking, Qi Xia was more annoyed, "It's okay, mainly because of ...... I was so ugly in college that I didn't want you to see jokes. ”

"Well, then I won't look at it."

After getting into the car, Chen Xifan pressed the electronic parking brake, and the car slowly drove out of Baita Lane.

The box of books was placed in the back seat, and Qi Xia looked a little relieved.

Thankfully, he didn't see it.

On the way, Qi Xia looked at his mobile phone and found that in Wei Yupeng's WeChat group a few days ago, everyone was chatting again.

Wei Yupeng asked a few people who didn't reply, and asked if they would go to the class reunion, including Chen Xifan.

Qi Xia relayed: "April 3rd class reunion, are you going?" ”

"What about you?" Chen Xifan asked rhetorically.

Qi Xia nodded: "I'll go." ”

"Well, I'll go too."

As if soaked in a honey pot, Qi Xia felt that the air around him was sweet.

She pursed her lips and reminded: "Then you reply in the group, Wei Yupeng Aite you." ”

Chen Xifan directly threw the mobile phone to her, "Password 0215, you help me get it back." ”

"Huh? Good...... Good. ”

Qi Xia is strange, isn't Chen Xifan's birthday on February 14th? Why is the mobile password 0215?

What does this number have a special meaning?

She thought about it in a daze, unlocked her mobile phone and clicked on WeChat, and the next second, she was stunned.