Fairytale Shelf Life [MTL]

Ch 19

Chapter 19

The rest of the night was full of youthful excitement.

When zero o'clock struck, everyone was looking for the birthday boy Chen Yan, and he was easily spotted at the edge of the grass.

No one cared why he and Song Zhi were here alone, the young man was surrounded by the crowd and came to the center of the lake. The band played a birthday song for him, the lead singer put on a birthday hat for him, and Hao Ruo Xinghai's flashlights were all aimed at him.

Song Zhi also raised one of them.

She was standing by the lake, and just as the white light flashed, the young man's distaste for cutting the cake was engraved on the phone.

Afterwards, everyone booed, and Mai was handed over to Chen Yan.

They asked him to speak, but the young man sang to Mai Qing: "All my friends are heathens, take it slow."

As if the signal was correct, the drummer of the band led to follow, followed by the electric guitar, and the low rock melody set off silver dust on the lake. Metallic ripples. Ripples are scattered, surging into waves in the crowd.

The teenagers swayed with the rock and roll, and the carnival really started.

Song Zhi has never heard this song before, but this time she also joined the crazy universe and indulged in fun.

For a split second, she felt like she had filled the void for graduation night. After so many years of youth, tonight, she really experienced the wanton behavior of youth.

This day was so joyful that when the party ended, Song Zhi felt a little bit reluctant to end it.

At the end of the song, the surroundings fell into a deeper silence, but she still seemed to be in the joy of carnival. Lying alone in the lawn, at four o'clock in the morning, the sky in the distance was already white, and the desire to share in her heart reached the highest level in her life.

Song Zhi couldn't hold back after all, and sent a video invitation to Zhou Yichan.

This was the first time she contacted Zhou Yichan proactively after she came to London, full of excitement.

It took a long time for the video to be connected, and the girl was not on the camera, and the nervous voice came first: "What's the matter, Song Zhi? What trouble did you encounter?"

Her tone was foggy, she should have just woken up, and her panic was completely spontaneous instinct.

Song Zhi laughed, and quickly comforted him: "Don't worry, don't worry, I didn't encounter any troubles. It's just that today is so exciting, I really want to share it with you!" "Wow!" Zhou Yichan finally woke up, sat up from the bed and turned on the

light , "What wonderful things did you encounter, tell me soon. But—"

She paused and asked, "Are you also in the hotel, why is it so dark?" "

No, I'm lying on the lawn of a manor Come on, and it's 4:19 in the morning in London." Song Zhi said, switching to the rear camera, sending the sky full of stars in front of the girl.

Zhou Yichan smiled knowingly: "I give you the sun and the moon, and you give me the stars in the sky, we are both so romantic!"

"You gave me more than the sun and the moon."

Song Zhi then told her how he was with a group of strangers tonight. People "go crazy" at the party, and how shocking it is to see Monet's authentic work at the auction during the day. The more she talked, the more excited she became, exactly the same as Zhou Yichan who shared the sunrise in the desert. She even traced back to the previous Princess Couture and Crystal Palace Dream Restaurant.

Song Zhi was eloquent, while Zhou Yichan listened carefully the whole time.

Only then did she know that those things that she was not interested in could actually bring endless surprises to another girl.

Zhou Yichan said from the bottom of her heart: "That's great Song Zhi, it's really great that you can enjoy and blend in like this! It's you who made my despicable escape more meaningful." Song Zhi suddenly paused

.

She saw the girl's happy face, recalled the panic she felt when she connected to the video, and suddenly realized that there was still fear hidden deep in her nerves.

"Yichan," Song Zhi said, "I'll give you another gift."

Before Zhou Yichan could respond, she shared Jiang Shuyue's Little Red Book.

For a moment, the girl's eyes widened suddenly, her face full of disbelief: "This is..." "

That's right, this is Jiang Shuyue's trick for pretending to be a socialite." Song Zhi told her, "Yichan, she can't bully me, and she will never bully me in the future." I don't dare to be so unscrupulous to you. So—"

She smiled consolingly: "You don't have to have any scruples anymore, and integrate into the Northwest just like I integrated into London."

"I will!" Zhou Yichan finally cheered up, "Actually, I also enjoyed it very much. Last night, I talked with Aunt Yu, the aunt who is engaged in creation, about our exchange of lives! Aunt Yu is the same age as my father, But she is not rigid at all, she is very interested in what I have to say."

The girl turned to share with Song Zhi, and she had a drink with her bosom friend: "Song Zhi, do you know that Aunt Yu is a writer, She thinks our exchange of life experiences is bold and romantic, and she said that she wants to create a story based on us..."

Zhou Yichan's heartbeat seemed to flow out through the receiver.

However, Song Zhi couldn't be infected at all, and she kept repeating the phrase, "Aunt Yu is a writer, and she wants to create a story based on us."

If I remember correctly, the location where my mother Song Yumo hiked this time is in the northwest.

A strong ominous premonition immediately gripped Song Zhi, she interrupted the girl's enthusiasm, and suddenly asked: "Yichan, what is this Aunt Yu's full name?" "Huh?" Zhou Yichan was puzzled, "Her name is

Yu Mo, what's wrong?"

Song Zhi didn't answer, and asked again: "Which two words?"

Zhou Yichan was even more surprised, but still told her: "The rest is the ink of ink."

Yu Mo is exactly Song Yumo's pen name.

Song Zhi's heart was shaken, and in an instant, countless thoughts intertwined in her mind.

For a moment I thought, how could there be such a coincidence in the world that the person Zhou Yichan was traveling with happened to be her mother. She couldn't help thinking, how did her mother react when she met Zhou Yichan, did she mistake her for herself? Would she feel as miraculous as she did when she first met Zhou Yichan? Would she want to share this with herself?

Worried for a moment, Zhou Yichan told Song Yumo about the exchange, so her mother should have guessed that she was impersonating another girl, right? What would she think and do? Will her exchange plan with Zhou Yichan be affected by this?

Curiosity, anticipation and worry, all mixed in the heart.

Song Zhi was silent for a long time, and just now he asked Yu Mo with a strange attitude, Zhou Yichan finally couldn't help asking: "Song Zhi, what's wrong with you? Do you know Aunt Yu?"

"No!" Song Zhi denied instinctively, lying, "I'm just...very curious. You are so full of praise for Aunt Yu, so I just want to know more about it." After a pause, she tentatively asked again: "Is that true?

" Chan, what was Aunt Yu like when she first met you? Has she always been so nice to you?" "Excellent!"

Zhou Yichan's tone carried the sweetness of memories, "I basically escaped, and it's my first time. Traveling alone, I was actually a little timid when I first arrived in the Northwest. At the bonfire party that day, there were so many people that I couldn't blend in at all. It was Aunt Yu who took the initiative to talk to me. She asked me to help take pictures, and she took me to the best The position..."

In the girl's description, Song Yumo was gentle, measured, caring for her silently, drawing them into their relationship step by step.

But Song Zhi discovered that her mother had never mistaken anyone from the very beginning, she never recognized Zhou Yichan as herself.

Perhaps, Song Zhi thought, does mother actually know herself better than she imagined? She learned that even if there is another person who looks exactly like her, she can easily tell them apart.

"That's right!"

Coincidentally, at the other end of the video, Zhou Yichan said with bright eyes: "Aunt Yu has a daughter who is about the same age as us. She said she thought of her daughter when she saw me, and she said that she would introduce us if she had the chance. Song I know, would you mind if our sister Hua became the Three Musketeers?"

Song Zhi's heart skipped a beat.

She was a little surprised, and asked back in disbelief: "She still talks about her daughter

with you?" Run away from home. Sounds cool, Song Zhi, I think you might have a good chat." Song Zhi was suddenly

wrapped in a soft mood, as if he had experienced a sunrise in his heart first, Warm and bright.

She couldn't help guessing: Maybe it was because Zhou Yichan looked like her that her mother took the initiative to show kindness to her, liked her, and took care of her along the way.

Song Zhi had never been so relaxed and happy when talking about Song Yumo.

So much so that when Zhou Yichan said: "Song Zhi, Aunt Yu asked me to ask you first, do you mind if she uses our experience to create?"

She replied without hesitation: "Just as long as you don't mind."

Obviously Song Zhizeng had a grudge about this, but she actually agreed.

"That's great!" Zhou Yichan said excitedly, "I knew it, you wouldn't mind being the prototype of the work! Song Zhi, I feel so honored to be a vivid character in the work with you.

" When Song Zhi heard the repelling words at this moment, he smiled knowingly: "Me too. Yichan, today seems to be more complete. I want to fall asleep at the happiest time. Can we talk next time?

" This time you have to tell me more about my adventures in London, so that we in the art world can be enriched." Zhou Yichan winked at her and said good night, "Song Zhi, sweet dreams."

Song Zhi nodded: "I wish you a happy day too, see you soon ."

The girl hung up the video, and stretched her hands on the lawn from lying to sitting. In the distance, a drop of orange red falls into the skyline, gradually blurring half of the sky.

The morning light is shining, and it is dawn.

She witnesses a real sunrise.

Everything is quiet, but Song Zhi still feels uneasy.

Just as she discovered Zhou Yan's caring side of her father as Zhou Yichan, tonight, she felt that she discovered Song Yumo's other side from Zhou Yichan's perspective.

She had a strong premonition that her mother would contact her soon, so even though she had a good chat with Zhou Yichan, she still bid farewell to him abruptly.

Song Zhi is waiting, looking forward to it.

Unexpectedly -

at the moment when the morning sun was rising, the phone buzzed and vibrated in the palm of her hand, and she really waited for Song Yumo to call.

"Hello, Mom." The girl has never answered the phone so quickly.

On the other end, Song Yumo paused, she was obviously the one calling, but it seemed that the topic that was about to be discussed was difficult to speak.

"Mom..."

"Song Zhi."

The mother and daughter spoke at the same time.

Song Zhi only called out and then kept silent, but Song Yumo asked her calmly, "Didn't you get a call from the school? They all called me."

Song Zhi was stunned: "I didn't check my phone yesterday, what's wrong?" "

The teacher said that you got the first place in the college entrance examination and asked you to go to school." Song Yumo talked about her college entrance examination results in a calm tone, as if The first place in the school is not worth mentioning at all.

Song Zhi opened her mouth, wanting to respond, but in the end, she only choked out the word "oh".

Silence, silence.

The two fell into a long silence, but no one proposed to hang up.

"Song Zhi." Song Yumo suddenly called her.

Song Zhi sat up straight suddenly, with unconscious anticipation on his face: "What?"

Song Yumo pondered for a while, but told her, "Forget it, it's nothing. You can figure it out, hang up.

" Zhi didn't even have time to ask, "Do you have anything else to explain?"

The morning sun poured down, like sharp ice needles, piercing all her expectations and fantasies, and piercing into her body along the nerves, making her feel cold all over.

When he was unprepared, a heavy hammer nailed Song Zhi in place, as if he lost his soul.

After a long time, she laughed at herself.

How could I still have such expectations for Song Yumo?

As early as the night she left home, she should have known that Song Yumo only had her works and materials in her heart. She was so guilty that she asked Zhou Yichan to ask herself to authorize this experience, so how could she question or care about herself.

Whether her daughter will be in danger in a stranger's house in a strange city is not in her consideration at all. She only cares about whether this material is interesting. Song Zhi thought, if Song Yumo didn't immediately ask himself for material, he might have been the last gentle.

Fortunately, she naively and narcissistically guessed that her mother would be nice to Zhou Yichan because she loves the house and the world.

At the moment of being hit hard, Song Zhi suddenly remembered: how Zhou Yichan told himself excitedly before, how much she and Song Yumo hated each other until it was too late. They have similar interests, they all go to the same land, and they are all "art madmen".

She suddenly realized that this was actually the reason why Song Yumo was so kind to Zhou Yichan.

It's hard for Song Zhi to imagine such an indifferent person, she would stay with the child in the desert all night waiting for the sunrise with a good temper, and would drink and chat with him all night long.

It turned out that my mother didn't understand gentleness, but she just didn't show it to herself.

Song Zhi endured the pain in his eyes, and finally left the grassland. She didn't walk towards the small building of the manor, but turned and walked outside, walking alone in the cold street.

The morning breeze blew past, making her more sober.

She even began to suspect that Song Yumo's original purpose of approaching Zhou Yichan was not pure.

Seeing that Song Zhi was about to fall into the vicious circle of constant suspicion, a whistle sounded suddenly behind him. The shock and silence abruptly cut off her thoughts.

Turning around, he saw Chen Yan galloping towards him in a red supercar.

Red Rafa stopped at her feet.

The young man put his hands on the lowered car window, didn't ask any questions, and said to her when he poked his head out, "Get in the car, Miss." The

car door opened upward like wings.

Song Zhi was stunned for a moment, caught Chen Yan's line of sight, almost didn't think much, and sat down decisively beside him.

The sound of the engine exploded in my ears, as if returning to the track that day, the supercar flew like an arrow, and the scenery outside the window changed in the blink of an eye.

Chen Yan should have seen Song Zhi's depression. The moment she sat down, the car started to go fast.

Wherever it passes, there are subwoofers of supercar engines, like a king on tour, extremely high-profile. The fierce wind hit her face, which hurt but was surprisingly refreshing.

The wind kept pouring in, blowing up Song Zhi's skirt. She looked up at the flow of green branches and white clouds, and pressed down casually.

The whole time, both of them tacitly kept silent.

Until a downhill road, the car seems to be out of control.

"Ah—"

Song Zhishang yelled happily, finally finding an outlet for his depression.

Chen Yan caught a glimpse of her madness from the corner of her eye, and shouted after her.

One after another, one singing and one harmonizing, like two lunatics, attracting the frequent glances of passers-by.

The last traffic light stopped them, and the speeding supercar had to slow down and stop.

The two looked at each other and laughed.

Only then did Song Zhi look sideways and asked Chen Yan: "How do you know I'm in a bad mood?"

Chen Yan raised his eyebrows: "Your air pressure is so low that dark clouds are on top of your head, so blind people can't see it."

Song Zhi was amused smile.

But the young man seemed to be very regretful: "It's so cute, why are you laughing?" "

Then, if I'm still depressed, what will you do?" Song Zhi was very curious. As the red light counted down, Chen Yan held the steering wheel with both hands, and turned his head to lure

her: "Take you to something more exciting."

Is there still time?"

"Really want to go?"

"Really want to go."

"Okay."

The young man's voice fell, the green light turned on, and another red flying shadow appeared on the street.