Help, I've become a paper man

The brief words were filled with a lot of personal emotions, and no matter how you look at it, it was not a normal answer. But after listening to it, Song Yi understood the situation to some extent and accepted Yan Zhichun's statement.

If we have to explain the reason, it is probably that "there is a certain common language between Yan and Chui". He understood what the other party wanted to express, so there was nothing to worry about.

At this point, there was nothing more urgent to talk about, so the two stopped talking and started to concentrate on getting on their way.

In this case, they made their way through the busy crowd and in less than five minutes, they had reached their destination, a simple pavilion where two people were sitting.

When Song Yi looked over, he was still complaining the previous second, "Who would come and sit here for no reason in a place that's drafty on all sides?"

The next moment, he saw the other person's face and subconsciously quickened his pace and ran over there, running towards the person he had been thinking about day and night.

But just as he took a step forward, he felt a force coming from his clothes, pulling him backwards and stopping Song Yi's subsequent movements.

He subconsciously said: "Yan Zhichun, don't make trouble!"

Just as he finished speaking, Song Yi heard a sneer coming from the other side. It was Yan Zhichun's scolding. So, the person behind him was... ?

Song Yi was instantly alert. Even though the opponent's strength did not decrease, when he was dragged and leaned back slightly, he had already tilted his head to see the opponent's face. His sense of crisis was still there.

So, when Zhigui grabbed his collar and pulled him towards him, the two of them were face to face for a few brief seconds.

Song Yi subconsciously raised his right hand to block between the two of them, protecting his neck and guarding against possible attacks, but the relationship between the two was a friendship of life and death...

His new brain loaded the process slowly until this moment when he again sensed something was wrong.

This person is not an enemy. Even though he doesn't look like a friendly force from the outside, the friendship between them is still strong...

Song Yi persuaded himself not to succumb to his animal nature, and slowly lowered his arms, trying to pretend that nothing had happened.

Zhigui took the lead and stopped earlier than him, but still stared into his eyes.

The anger that was originally obvious also paused after his actions, just like a computer that suddenly crashes while loading.

After a few seconds, Zhihu gritted his teeth and said, "I should have known that you would not die there. Otherwise, according to Yan Changyue, who is so fussy, how could you easily turn the page!"

The emotional words gradually made Song Yi's confused mind clear.

Not only did he understand, but the other party's initial anger was not directed at him, and of course would not hurt him.

I realized that it was not because Zhigui was indifferent that I gave up the life-saving grace and devoted myself to work. For so many days, not only did he not come to visit me, he didn't even bring me a meal.

It turns out that she had no idea he was alive and was suffering from the torture of her taste buds!

Song Yi echoed, "Yeah, that's too bad, it's all An Xiaochun's fault."

It was his cooking that was bad, it was him and Yan Zhichun who hit it off right away, and it was them who secretly bullied the MVP of the previous game behind Yan Changyue's back!

In short, no matter what, it’s not Yan Changyue’s fault.

Song Yi complained instead of answering, which not only preserved his position but also saved Zhigui's face.

He smiled and looked at Zhigui's expression, which gradually softened as he spoke, and he felt inexplicably relieved.

At least it seems that he was able to keep his two jobs. Although he never received any salary, he got to eat a lot of food, of course, for all mankind!

Song Yi therefore believed that even if he and Zhigui did not reach a consensus, they at least had a certain degree of recognition of each other's words.

He raised his leg again and walked towards the pavilion. All he had in his eyes was Yan Changyue. When he spoke again, his tone was also relaxed, and he said:

"Okay, okay, boss, you have something to do first, don't worry about me, Master Yan brought me here, I'll go take a look first to see what's going on..."

Song Yi had only said half of his words when Zhigui suddenly raised his hand and went straight to his head. His nerves, which had just relaxed, subconsciously tensed up again, and even his breathing changed its rhythm at this moment.

However, just when Song Yi thought that Zhigui was going to beat him, the hand that was stretched out turned halfway and landed behind him.

It was a hug, without any intimacy, but rather with a strange feeling, especially when Zhigui raised his hand and patted him gently on the back twice.

The only thing left in Song Yi's mind was "male mother", and his thoughts began to surge. The most important one was "Ying Ru is too bad and not worthy of being a mother."

At this moment, Zhigui's voice sounded, stopping his slander and whispered:

"It's good to be alive, it's good to be alive, live well."

Song Yi's active nerves slowly relaxed and returned to calm in response to these words and the other party's sigh.

…It’s very motherly indeed, with a loving taste.

Just as Song Yi was about to sigh, Zhigui had already let go of his hand, pushed him forward, and said:

"Okay, that's a bit corny. Go over there quickly. Yan Changyue is waiting for you."

Song Yi followed the force and ran forward two steps. He also found an opportunity, turned his head and said, "I know, Mom," and then walked forward in a leisurely manner.

Zhigui, who was left behind, opened his eyes, filled with confusion and puzzlement. He could not understand the meaning of these words at all.

When Song Yi reached out and picked up Yan Changyue at the pavilion, he looked at Ying Rushi and asked hesitantly, "So... uh, young man, do you think I'm annoying? Like an old lady?"

Ying Rushi's eyes were calm as he was looking at Zhigui. When he heard this, he laughed abruptly, then quickly restrained himself and replied:

"Yes, he is still young and doesn't understand. This is the kind of care that only exists between family members."

The voice was intentionally softer, sounding gentler, and the usual aura of a charlatan was also blended into it, but as he breathed, no trace of it could be found.

Zhigui noticed something, but he just turned his head, looked at the other person a few more times, then nodded in agreement, agreeing with what the other person said.

Then, Zhigui turned around and walked towards the pavilion, waving his hand, signaling Ying Rushi to follow him, and said:

"Thank you for your hard work. It's such a long journey. Let's switch positions for the next mission. You stay and rest while I go out to work. More importantly..."

"I am a human being. At critical moments, life is more important. It is so dangerous now. It is really dangerous for me to stay at home."

Zhigui said it easily. If there were other people around and heard his words, they would misunderstand and think that the person in front of them was afraid of death.

I want to go out for shelter, but I can’t even share life and death with everyone, let alone be with everyone.

But Yingru understood him and replied easily: "I know, but it doesn't matter. If there is another battle, we will be together. I will save those you can't keep."