While having breakfast together, the three of them received a notice from the teacher at the same time.
Song Baiyi entered the top ten and ranked fifth, but such a superior ranking could not participate in the next round of competition. Han Zixiao ranked third, just pressing the line, and could participate in the next round of competition, but Huang Yizhou did not enter the top ten.
Fortunately, Huang Yizhou looked very open and didn't particularly care, "It's okay, the result is as I expected. As long as you cheer up, Han Zixiao!"
Han Zixiao nodded silently after hearing this, "I will." After
breakfast Afterwards, since Song Baiyi and Huang Yizhou had already lost the election, there was no reason to stay here for a while, and they planned to pack up and go back.
Qi Chen and the others had already taken the car back to school early this morning.
Song Baiyi had to be a little fortunate that they didn't let them know the news of his failure in advance. If they knew the news, he would definitely ride back with them. But what happened in the past few days made him a little embarrassed whenever he faced Qi Chen.
Recovering God, Song Boyi said goodbye to the two and returned to his room.
Just as he was packing his things, the phone suddenly rang.
Seeing that it was an unfamiliar number, Song Baiyi answered the phone without much thought, "Hello?"
After a murmur, a female voice came from the opposite side, "...Is it Yiyi?"
When Song Baiyi heard clearly who the voice was , said with a headache: "What's the matter?" The
female voice opposite said softly: "My dad and I are going to get married in the last few days. And he really hopes you can come. After all, you are both father and son, and there is no entanglement that can't be dealt with. Besides, your dad is really kind to you..."
Song Boyi endured her temper after listening to her painstaking words, and frowned: "...Understood, help me tell him about me. I will go." Before waiting for the
other party to reply, Song Baiyi hung up the phone early.
After putting down the phone, he sighed softly.
Chuan City, where Song Boyi lived from childhood to adulthood, is very close to Ning City, and it only takes five hours to travel between the two places by car, while other means of transportation take longer.
Getting in the car, Song Boyi took out his mobile phone and called Li Beiqin.
After the broadcast, Li Huaizhen's voice came from the microphone, "What's the matter, Young Master Song, what are you looking for?"
Song Baiyi: "I'm back in Sichuan."
Li Huaizhen was stunned, then laughed, "Really It's fake, don't be kidding."
Song Baiyi: "Really, I'm in the car now."
Li Huaizhen was silent for a while, "Well, okay, tell me where you will get off and I'll pick you up later."
Song Baiyi After saying hello, he told Li Huaizhen the drop-off address.
Unfortunately, the journey was not smooth. The driver's car ran out of gas halfway through. Fortunately, there happened to be a gas station nearby. After filling up the gas in time, they set off again. Although it took a while, it didn't have much impact.
Five hours later, he arrived at his destination.
As soon as Song Baiyi got out of the car, he saw Li Huaizhen walking towards him. The moment he saw him, he stood there for a few seconds, then came back to his senses and gave him a big hug, and then said with concern, "It's over. Are you okay?"
"Well, it's fine." Song Baiyi said while putting down the suitcase in his hand.
Li Huaizhen stared at him a few times, "That's good, you came back this time especially for your father's marriage."
Song Baiyi didn't say much, just looked at him and asked back: "But actually I can't do anything. , isn't it?"
Li Huaizhen sighed and said, "I know you don't like them very much, but it's impossible for you to see them forever in the future. So you should bear it when we meet."
Song Baiyi nodded and said, "Well Let's go." The
two of them didn't rest for a while, it took a lot of time from Ning City to Chuan City, and it was already evening when they arrived.
Song Baiyi did not go home directly, but went to choose a set of clothes with Li Huaizhen.
He usually doesn't have such formal clothes.
It's not that he attaches much importance to his father's wedding, it's just that he must pretend to have a very good relationship with his father in front of outsiders.
After picking a dark gray one and paying for it, Li Huaizhen sent him home.
After Li Huaizhen was far away, Song Baiyi raised his hand and rang the doorbell.
"Ding-dong--"
As the doorbell rang, the door also opened.
When the servant who opened the door saw him, he hurriedly gave in and shouted into the house, "Young master is back!"
Song Boyi didn't expect his father to open the door in person, and before the servant could respond, he entered the room.
His father Song Zhiwei was sitting on the sofa with Erlang's legs crossed, sipping tea with a cup in one hand, when he saw him: "I'm back."
Song Baiyi didn't take a second glance, and replied casually, "Yeah."
After he finished speaking He went upstairs alone.
His room looked clean, with new beds and utensils.
Feeling a little tired, he lay down and fell asleep after taking a shower.
At this time, Song Boyi didn't know what happened downstairs.
The new hostess Xu Lifei, who was diligently adjusting the dishes in the kitchen, was very satisfied with this scene, but she still had to go against her conscience and said, "Oh, why Yiyi didn't even say hello today, it's really rude."
Song Zhiwei snorted coldly . : "He has always been like this, and he doesn't know who to follow."
Li Ri.
The wedding of his father Song Zhiwei and Xu Lifei was grandly held. For this reason, his father spent a lot of money to cover the entire hotel, and specially invited Michelin chefs to make dishes.
At the venue, all kinds of people from the upper class came one after another, and their clothes were gorgeous.
As soon as Song Baiyi entered the venue, some unknown people greeted him one by one as if complimenting him.
"Young Master Song!"
However, Song Baiyi was quite disdainful of greetings from these people, but still responded with a smile: "Hello."
After dealing with these people, Song Baiyi remembered to meet Li Huaizhen, but the venue was too He was big, and there were so many people, so he could only search slowly and aimlessly.
But halfway through, Song Baiyi suddenly stopped. He looked at the person in front of him as if he had discovered something strange, and his eyes revealed a little disbelief and shock: "...Qi Chen?"
He couldn't help but couldn't believe it. One is because of him, and the other is because the person in front of him at this time is very different from usual, which makes people's eyes shine.
Tall and slender, with a somewhat juvenile figure, coupled with the slightly tight suit on his body, it is undoubtedly obvious. The messy bangs that are usually left are also combed up, the eyebrows are slightly raised, a pair of thin lips are slightly pursed on the delicate and fair face, revealing the angular chin line, which shows a bit of maturity.
Why didn't he find Qi Yan so good-looking before.
After a while, Song Boyi came back to his senses, but his eyes still stayed on Qi Yan.
Song Zhiwei was chatting with Qi Yan, and was a little surprised to see his son know Qi Yan: "Do you know?"
Song Baiyi glanced at his father, and didn't seem to want to talk to his father very much, "Well, classmate."
Song Zhiwei is rare . A little embarrassed, he turned to Qi Yan, and laughed twice, "Haha": "One class? That's good, before I lost, I was worried about what would happen if our Xiaoyi was being bullied, but I'm more relieved with you here. It 's over."
Qi Yan's face became more and more embarrassed the more he listened, and he frowned slightly.
Song Zhiwei looked at him as if he had noticed something, "Don't you know? Also, our two families haven't met each other several times since we were young, and the only time I went with Xiao Yi was that you weren't there. Speaking of which, the two of you were there. I've never met before."
Song Zhiwei continued to take care of himself: "We were not at home after that, so naturally I didn't hear us mention you in front of Xiaoyi..."
Song Baiyi sat under the stage and watched the heavy scene expressionlessly. At the wedding scene, there is no joy in the heart, and even more disgust.
Perhaps he has tried his best to maintain the relationship between himself and his relatives, and the result is nothing more than a mess.
After the wedding, Song Zhiwei, who was so drunk, invited everyone present to go home.
Finally, in the evening, all the guests gradually left.
Qi Yan was also ready to leave and walked towards Song Zhiwei: "Uncle Song, if there is nothing else, I will go first."
Seeing this, Song Zhiwei asked, "Are you going back to Ning City tonight?"
Qi Yan said: "No, I plan to Play in Sichuan for a few days and then go back, the school will hold a school celebration recently, and the whole school will have a holiday."
Song Zhiwei: "Where are you staying these days?"
Qi Yan: "Stay in a hotel."
Song Zhiwei quickly said: "You are alone. Don't stay in the shop, it's not safe, my house happens to have a spare room, you can make do with us tonight."
Song Boyi felt a little strange listening to it, his father was unusual today, especially as he was trying to please Qi Yan Same.
Although he doesn't know Qi Chen very well, the bankruptcy of the Qi family is well known in the circle. Logically speaking, his father should also know.
And for people who have no cooperation value, it is impossible for a person like his father to please so effortlessly.
He didn't understand.
Of course, Qi Yan also rejected this kind offer, "No need, Uncle Song, and I have already paid the hotel money..."
Song Zhiwei: "That money is nothing, and it's not that it can't be refunded."
After speaking, Song Zhiwei He hurriedly took Qi Yan to a room and said, "Come here, let's see how this room is?"
Without waiting for Qi Yan to answer.
I just heard Song Baiyi who was standing not far away suddenly say: "This is my room."
Song Zhiwei's expression suddenly became a little embarrassed, and he squeezed out a smile: "...Really? Isn't your room on the third floor? Song
Baiyi's tone was flat: "That's my childhood room."
Song Zhiwei smiled after hearing this: "Haha... It's been too long, I'm too old, I can't remember. If you want Xiaoqi, you can sit down for a while." Er, I'll order someone to clean the other guest rooms later, and then you can stay."
Qi Yan smiled dully, and had to accept: "...Okay, thank you Uncle Song."
An hour later.
Qi Yan quietly lay down on the soft bed just changed, looking up at the ceiling above her head.
Then he closed his eyes, trying to force himself to fall asleep quickly, but he was still not in the mood to sleep. He turned over, and when he opened his eyes, he happened to see a photo on the corner of the table next to the table.
But the distance was a little far, and he couldn't see clearly.
But it always felt familiar.
After thinking about it, he sat up from the bed, rolled over and got out of the bed, and walked towards the wall.
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