One Thousand Three Hundred and Eighty-Four Lost (II)

Song Zhixing tightened his sleeves with his fingers and fluttered his eyelashes, "I'll go in and take a look, and I'll come out immediately."

Du Hui seemed a little unable to bear it, and then said: "Little miss, please don't go in. The second master is sad enough now, and he will definitely not want to see you."

Darkness emerges from the eyes. Song Zhixing lowered his eyelashes.

Chi Huan felt strange when he saw that Song Zhixing had not come in for a long time, so he came back to look for her. Only to find that she was blocked outside the door.

"Why don't you go in again?" Chi Huan asked Song Zhixing.

Song Zhixing took a step back. Chi Huan frowned. Du Hui explained: "Master Chi, Miss Song has no condolence letter, so we can't let her go."

"She is the only one who needs a condolence letter? She is not from your Tang family..."

"Chi Huan, I'm not going in." Song Zhixing interrupted Chi Huan. Du Hui just said that she was just an irrelevant outsider. The more Chi Huan talked, the more it seemed to her that she was humiliating herself.

"You came all the way from country J, didn't you just kowtow in the mourning hall? Isn't it just a letter of condolence!" Chi Huan took out his condolence letter, took out the pen he carried with him, and wrote on the letter A few strokes. Song Zhixing couldn't understand it if it wasn't in Yucheng's handwriting. Chi Huan handed the letter to Du Hui, "Is this okay?"

Du Hui read the letter and then glanced at Song Zhixing, his expression slightly dark. Finally, he put down his hand to stop Song Zhixing and said, "Please."

Song Zhixing didn't know what Chi Huan wrote in the letter that was so useful, but she still took a step back and said, "I won't go in."

"Why?" Chi Huan asked.

Tang Yu didn't want to see her. If she goes in now, it may be even worse. Song Zhixing turned around and got into Chi Huan's car, "You go in and kowtow, I'll wait for you here."

Chi Huan didn't force her, he just nodded, "Then I'll go first."

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Chi Huan went in alone. Unexpectedly, Tang Yu was coming out of the mourning hall to get some air. When Tang Yu saw him, he was stunned for a moment. The two people's eyes met, each with his own thoughts. Chi Huan stepped forward and shook hands with him, "My condolences."

"Thank you." Tang Yu could only say two short words, his voice was hoarse.

Then, the two people passed by each other, and Chi Huan went in. Tang Yu looked at the back with deep eyes,

There was a moment of trance. When he walked to the door, he saw Du Hui looking at him with a letter of condolence, so he took it easily. Du Hui opened his lips, wanting to say something, but before he could speak, Tang Yu had already seen the eye-catching words at the back of the condolence letter.

It is the language of country J - it clearly says: Condolences: Chi Huan and his fiancée Song Zhixing.

Tang Yu's breathing became heavier and he stared at those words for a long time. Du Hui thought he would get angry, but unexpectedly, he just closed the letter of condolence very calmly in the end.

What a great fiancée!

"Why is he here alone?" He asked out loud, as if he was just asking casually, and the question was calm and refreshing.

"The little lady is here too," Du Hui said. Gaze, look in a certain direction.

Tang Yu followed his gaze and saw the petite figure in the car from a distance.

Song Zhixing had seen him a long time ago, and from the moment he walked out, her eyes had been fixed on him. She wasn't close enough to see his tiny expression at the moment, but she could clearly feel his tiredness and sadness.

Song Zhixing looked at it with hazy eyes.

Tang Yu's eyes collided with hers, and his breathing became heavier, but only for a second, he had already turned away. He lit a cigarette and took a heavy drag. Song Zhixing suddenly lost control, opened the car door, and quickly got out of the car. However, the next moment, the man who was standing far away suddenly turned around with an expressionless face and walked into the mourning hall.

The whole process, no pauses.

He didn't even look back at her.

All that was left to her was a cold and ruthless back.

As if someone had punched him hard, Song Zhixing's breath was suffocated, and he suddenly stopped running towards him. She also stood there frozen, watching that person getting further and further away from her.

Far away, finally... not even the back is left...

She pulled her lips into a smile.

Tears came out of my eyes, but I laughed.

Finally...she really lost him.

From now on, there will no longer be his tolerance, his support, his protection, and his love.

Finally, she will become a person and start to move forward independently.

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Because he had art skills before, Song Zhixing finally chose to study interior design at the Lingfeng Academy of Fine Arts, not far from Jucheng. Chen Cheng went to the same university as her.

From the day of condolences to now, for three full years, she has never returned to country J, nor has she contacted her grandfather again. Li Shi offended the Tang family, and the marriage with the Chi family ultimately failed because of her lack of cooperation. She has never understood what Li Shi is like now.

Overnight, she became a complete orphan. No more ties, no more worries, nothing seemed to be able to make waves in her heart in the past three years.

Song Zhixing is in the dormitory drawing a design drawing that will be handed in soon. Chen Cheng patted her shoulder and said, "The holiday is about to begin. Will you come back to Youcheng with me?"

She shook her head.

"Then you stay alone at school again?"

"Um."

"It's not safe for you to be alone in school. Something happened during the last winter vacation. There was a break-in and robbery! Have you forgotten?"

"I have work to do!" Song Zhixing patted the newspaper beside him and raised his eyebrows at her. "I took a lot of part-time jobs this summer. After two months of hard work, I will definitely have no problem with tuition and living expenses for the next semester. Watercolor is very expensive, I have to hurry up."

"It's a pity that I can't stay with you."

"Don't worry about me. I've been through this for the past three years. Don't worry, nothing will happen." She vowed and patted her chest.

"Hey, do you want to find an internship unit when you go back this time?" At this moment, the door of the dormitory was pushed open, and other roommates came in and chatted.

"Of course, you have to do an internship in your senior year. Taozi, your family must have found an internship unit for you, right?"

Taozi is the rich second generation in their dormitory, a delicate little princess. She was trimming her nails when she heard this and poked her head out from the mosquito net on the upper bunk. "My mom just called me today and told me to join a super large company."

"What super large company?"

"Tang Group." As soon as Taozi said this, Song Zhixing's hand, which was drawing, trembled and a long line was drawn. She quickly took an eraser to erase the line. Chen Cheng looked at her and said nothing.

"And it's the headquarters!" Taozi said boastfully.

"Is it true? How could the headquarters want interns?"