One Thousand Three Hundred and Eighty-Nine Goodbye (I)

He was originally thought to be strange and indifferent, but in fact, he didn't really care about her as he seemed on the surface, right?

Song Zhixing thought this, and his depressed mood suddenly improved a lot. She didn't hesitate anymore, took out her ID card and handed it to the front desk. The person at the front desk checked her in quickly.

"Thank you." She smiled and took the room card.

Tang Yu had already arrived at the elevator, and Song Zhixing followed him. The two of them were standing in front of the elevator. He didn't seem to have any intention of talking to her anymore. He just put his hands in his pockets and looked up at the numbers jumping above his head.

Song Zhixing Song Zhixing held his schoolbag and stood silently behind him, looking at his back almost lustfully.

We haven't seen each other for three years, and the years have not left any trace on him. Still young and handsome as always. Being so close, you could vaguely smell the smell of alcohol on him, along with some tobacco smell. He started smoking now. Moreover, I'm afraid it's not a lot.

While I was thinking wildly, the elevator dinged and the door opened. Tang Yu took the lead to step in, and Song Zhixing followed closely behind him. He pressed the number on the top floor. Song Zhixing reached out to touch the 18th floor where his room was located. When he reached out, Tang Yu's slender fingers happened to land on '18'.

The two people's fingers touched like that.

His fingertips were hot, and when he touched her hand, she felt as if she had been electrocuted. Her heart trembled and her fingers became stiff. He knew it was a bit ridiculous, but he couldn't bear to leave such a temperature. There was even a strong desire to hold his hand tightly in the palm of his hand.

However, the moment this thought emerged, Tang Yu had already withdrawn his hand coldly.

No nostalgia at all.

Compared to the turmoil in her heart, he looked so calm, so calm and indifferent.

Song Zhixing looked at him in despair and took his hand back in despair. She took a step behind him and sighed softly, "Thank you."

"No need." He replied simply, a little coldly.

"This is not the only thing I'm grateful for." Song Zhixing tried his best to smile and waved the room card in front of him pretending to be relaxed, "There's also this. In fact, I can just sleep in school. Don't listen to my senior sister about school. It’s not safe. I’ve been living there for three years and nothing has happened. They just like to scaremonger me. And…”

"I don't want to meddle in other people's business." He suddenly said,

He seemed impatient to listen to her chatter. Song Zhixing was stunned for a moment, and the crisp voice suddenly stopped, and he could only look at him stupidly. He repeated, "I don't want to care about you. Originally, I shouldn't care about you tonight."

"Then you still...take care of me?" She bit her lip and her voice was as light as a gnat.

"Thank you, auntie. I promised her that I would take good care of you. Whether you are well or not, I have no power to care about, and I don't want to. Since it is such a coincidence that I met you today, I have to fulfill my promise."

I can't control it, and I don't want to...

I have to fulfill my promise...

She could hear the reluctance in his voice.

My chest was sore and I felt uncomfortable even breathing. The hand holding the card tightened, and the thin card was almost embedded in her palm.

She felt that she was a bit of an idiot for thinking that he still cared about her. But in fact, for him, her affairs have become noisy matters that he doesn't want to interfere with.

That's all.

"Since that's the case, I'll stay here without any hesitation." No matter how sour or bitter her heart was, no matter how uncomfortable she felt, she always had a beautiful smile on her face. As if she didn't care about what he just said, she tightened the schoolbag in her arms and looked at him with a smile, "No matter what, I still want to thank you. If I go back tonight, I might really be killed." Maybe it was rape, right?"

The word 'rape' made Tang Yumei's heart skip a beat. He clenched his hands in his pockets and looked at her seriously, "You're here!"

Only then did Song Zhixing notice that she had arrived at the 18th floor and the elevator door opened. She didn't stay long and walked out holding her schoolbag. Then, he turned around, smiled at him and waved, "Goodbye."

The bright smile on the little face with messy makeup made Tang Yu feel dazzled.

Before the elevator door closed completely, she had already turned around and left. What was left for him was a trace of his back.

It wasn't until the elevator went up again that Song Zhixing's footsteps slowly slowed down and then stopped. She took a deep breath, turned around weakly, and looked at the closed elevator door, feeling her chest heavy. Something rose up in my heart, and then fell back down again.

It's a dull pain.

goodbye……

Can we see you again in the future?

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Tang Yu entered the room on the top floor. The huge room looked empty without the lights on. He poured himself a glass of wine, and the confused night made his heart feel more and more gloomy.

After a while, Du Hui came over to deliver the documents.

"Just leave it there." He was half-hearted and didn't have much interest.

Du Hui put down the document, looked at him, coughed, and said, "I just... I think I saw the young lady on the first floor of the hotel."

"You're dazzled." Tang Yu didn't even look at him.

"..." Du Hui was embarrassed. Is it really dazzling? But, it’s really similar!

But seeing that the second master was indifferent, Du Hui said nothing more, just put down the documents and went out.

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Song Zhixing didn't eat anything at night and felt a little hungry now. The food in the hotel was too expensive and she couldn't afford it, so she went around to the canteen outside the hotel and bought two loaves of bread.

Standing at the elevator entrance waiting for the elevator, she heard a 'ding--' sound and was about to go in when a familiar voice made her stop.

"Young lady."

She looked up and saw Du Hui walking out of the elevator. "It's really you."

Song Zhixing smiled with relief, "Didn't you pretend not to know me before? I thought you ignored me too."

"Second Master is here, I have to pretend."

Song Zhixing's eyes dimmed when she mentioned that person, and she didn't answer. Du Hui saw through her emotions and changed the subject: "Why are you here?"

"I'm staying here tonight."

Du Hui thought for a while and asked uncertainly: "Did Second Master mean it?"

Song Zhixing hugged the bread in her arms, nodded with a 'hmm'. Du Hui smiled, "I said I couldn't have seen it wrong. No wonder Second Master asked us to leave first and drive ourselves. That's it."

"Hmm? What?" Song Zhixing didn't hear clearly what he muttered.

"Nothing. Second Master asked you to stay here because he must be worried that it would be unsafe for you to go back to school alone."

In fact, it was not the case.

Song Zhixing pursed his lips to hide his inner bitterness, and did not respond to Du Hui's words. He only asked: "How has he been doing these years?"