Song Song

--Four years later--

There is a five-star Hang Lung Hotel in Beishi. It was built in the early years of the Republic of China. It is said that the patriarch was once the imperial chef of the Qing Dynasty. He was good at all eight major cuisines. Over the past few decades, the place has already combined Chinese and Western styles. The chef invited alone has a Michelin star. The kitchen takes up half of it.Lin Xiaosong is one of the members here, barely counting as half a cook, occasionally helping to arrange the banquet hall, and helping out with the dishes in his spare time.

He is still the same, he walks erratically, he is used to toe-first, and he can't get rid of the old clumsiness when he does things and speaks. It is inevitable that people will have an illusion: this person must be a bumpkin, who has never seen much in the world. .

In fact, if you really want to talk about it carefully, he doesn't know how many worlds he has seen in these years. From north to south, and then from south to north, half of the motherland is about to go down.

There was an academic conference on the sequelae of cerebral infarction on the fourth floor of the hotel. It was sponsored by a wealthy pharmaceutical company. The speakers were all experts in the industry. After the conference, there were about twenty tables in the luxury hall on the top floor.

Chu Yi was also among the invited guests, along with two of his male colleagues, both of whom were vice-senior judges this year, who were worrying about the dissertation and had been complaining to each other for a while.

Chu Yi was lowering his head and fiddling with his mobile phone, looking nonchalant. His wife introduced him to a woman last week. The girl seemed to like him very much. She took the initiative to ask him out a few times. Too tired, anyone who understands can tell when they hear it, but that girl doesn't know whether she is pretending to be stupid on purpose, or if she really can't hear the words, in short, she chased after her to the end.

He couldn't take it anymore, and kept trying to find a chance to explain it clearly to others, and he also had to take into account his wife's face.

"Who are you sending WeChat with?" Old Zhang, who was traveling with me, teased with a smile.

Chu Yi didn't raise his head: "A friend."

"Male and female?"

Chu Yi smiled, imitating the other party's joking tone: "Girl, it's almost time for second base."

"Did you hear what I said, there must be something out there!" Lao Zhang reacted fiercely, elbowing Dr. Chen next to him, "Your little junior sister has no chance, hurry up and persuade her to change, youth waits for no one , I can recommend myself.”

"My junior sister has high vision, you," Dr. Chen paused, glanced at Lao Zhang's beer belly, and slapped him, "Hurry up and lose weight."

"Cough, I'm bored." Lao Zhang felt that he was bored, and brought the topic back to Chu Yi again, "When did it start? The speed is fast enough."

Chu Yi answered his words one after another: "Who are you scolding for being fast?"

Lao Zhang smiled, and winked at Dr. Chen, and the two hit it off immediately, and were about to blackmail him for a meal, when Chu Yi suddenly said, "Don't try to blackmail me, I've never said anything."

"what?"

Chu Yi put down the phone, leaned lazily on the back of the chair, tapped the table twice with his fingertips, and glanced at Lao Zhang: "I'm just kidding, I really believe it."

"Why don't you believe me?" Old Zhang tilted his head halfway, and said with a half-smile, "You doctor Chu just yells 'I want to get married, is there any girl alone', hey, there must be a long line behind."

Doctor Chen echoed with a sigh: "The full don't know the hungry."

"Flooded to death, drought to drought, just wait, your boy will give back sooner or later."

They are not exaggerating at all. In the year when he first came to the hospital, Chu Yi was like a Tang monk who stepped into the country of daughters. But all the single and unmarried female doctors and nurses would ask people to find out about the handsome newcomer. Guy, where he lives, how old he is, whether he's single or not, it's not an exaggeration to call him "Throwing Fruit Pan'an".

It's just that Luohua is intentional and ruthless. People in the courtyard have never seen Chu Yi take the initiative to make friends with any woman. Later, rumors came out that this kind of man has always had a heart higher than the sky. I am afraid that only the mayor Only daughters can catch his eyes. After all, everyone wants to save 20 years of struggle these days.

However, over the past few years, Dr. Chu has not been seen climbing the dragon and the phoenix, but his technical level is getting higher and higher, and he was rated as a sub-high school before he was 35 years old.

This time, she directly explained the matter to someone on WeChat. It was rare for the girl to stop pretending to be confused, and just said, "Then let's be friends." The blind date finally came to an end, and Chu Yi heaved a sigh of relief.

Before the dinner party started, Chu Yi felt bored and wanted to go outside to get some air. He stood up and patted Lao Zhang on the shoulder: "Go out and smoke a cigarette."

He has a very noble face, and the profile lines are carefully carved, like a character who came out of a cartoon. At this time, the suit and tie are close to him, which highlights the gracefulness of the whole person.

Lin Xiaosong was so fascinated back then, maybe half of the reason was because of this face.

Speaking of Lin Xiaosong, he was standing ten meters away from the man, watching him from afar——I haven't seen him for so many years, counting on his fingers, it's been almost six years.

Chu Yi noticed the gaze, and casually glanced over it, and after one glance, he was stunned.

The soot slowly accumulated into a handful, and with the subtle movements of his fingers, Shi Shi fell to the ground.

Chu Yi pinched his cigarette and walked over. Lin Xiaosong still maintained the posture just now, motionless.

"Work here?" Chu Yi asked, his tall figure covering Lin Xiaosong.

Lin Xiaosong lowered his eyes and nodded.Seeing that the man had no intention of leaving, he raised his head and looked at each other, "I've only been here for a few months, and I'm not very familiar yet."

The voice is not loud, warm and moist, without the immaturity that was fearless back then.

Chu Yi took out his mobile phone from his trouser pocket, clicked on the address book, hesitated for a few seconds, and hesitated.

"Are you here to eat?" Lin Xiaosong asked.

Chu Yi gave a faint "hmm", put away the phone, raised his eyes and said, "When did you come back?"

"Last year, it was easy to earn money here, but the wages in my hometown were too low." Lin Xiaosong noticed the expensive suit on the man, and he grabbed his work clothes, wanting to leave.

Lao Zhang couldn't hold back his boredom, and wanted to go out to smoke a cigarette to relieve his fatigue. By chance, he saw Chu Yi talking to someone. He walked over and asked in a familiar tone, "What are you doing?" After speaking, he smoked a cigarette from the cigarette case. With a cigarette in his mouth, "Lend me the lighter."

Chu Yi ignored him, and his gaze fell on Lin Xiaosong's face. After so many years, he couldn't remember what this person was like before.

"Hey, I'm talking to you. Let me use the lighter." Seeing that Lin Xiaosong was wearing the overalls here, Lao Zhang subconsciously asked, "Can you smoke here?"

Lin Xiaosong replied politely: "Yes."

Lao Zhang didn't wait for Chu Yi's lighter, so he had no choice but to pinch the cigarette in his mouth between his fingers, muttering, "Why are you in a daze?" Then he rummaged all over his body to find the lighter.

Chu Yi pursed his lips, his eyes darkened: "Where do you live now?"

Lin Xiaosong didn't answer his words, passed Chu Yi, took out a lighter from his trouser pocket, handed it to Lao Zhang, and lit a cigarette for him, quite skillfully.

Chu Yi was slightly startled, but quickly returned to his natural state.

Lao Zhang slightly waved his hand holding the cigarette: "Thank you."

Lin Xiaosong said, "You're welcome."

There were people passing by in the corridor from time to time, it was really not a good place to talk, Chu Yi raised his wrist to look at his watch, and was about to tell me to give me your contact information, when Lin Xiaosong had already walked away.The man stopped for a while until the figure disappeared.

After finishing a cigarette, Lao Zhang greeted Chu Yi, "Let's go." Then he asked, "Who was that person just now?"

Chu Yi walked back without saying a word.

Lin Xiaosong greeted everyone and left half an hour early. Today is his daughter's birthday.

My daughter has just turned four years old. She is a good child who doesn't cry or make trouble. Right now, she is looking forward to her father's return and her birthday cake at home.

Passing by KFC, Lin Xiaosong went in and ordered a family bucket. While waiting for the meal, he called home, and only rang twice, and there was a crisp and bright child's voice, a childish voice: "Dad , when will you come back?"

Lin Xiaosong laughed when he heard the words, and said softly, "Dad will be home in a while."

"Where's the cake?" The girl's voice sounded very happy.

"I bought it, the chocolate one."

"No. 68, the family bucket is ready." The clerk packed the meal and bagged it.

Lin Xiaosong took it, tilted his head and held the phone with his face sideways, and said as he walked, "Lele, watch another episode of cartoons, Dad will be home soon."

The girl giggled on the phone: "Hurry up, Dad, come back soon."

Lin Xiaosong almost ran to the bus station, feeling extremely happy.

This 1.7-meter short man also runs with a bumpy posture. He runs from north to south, and from south to north. No matter where he goes, there is always a little person waiting for him at home, and he will always depend on him.

He is a "karma" from 3000 years ago. He came to this world to pay off his debts. The humble years of being ground into dust are nothing. He wants to forgive all the suffering and sins in the world for his daughter.

When Lin Xiaosong arrived home, Lin Lele was still doing what he had done half an hour ago - stepping on the chair, putting his eyes on the window, looking left and right.

The little man turned his face away, smiled and called, "Father."

Lin Xiaosong quickly put down his things, took the child down, turned his face, and reprimanded him again and again: "How many times have I told you not to climb on the chair."

Lin Lele didn't listen at all, and pulled out two pieces of chicken wings from the bucket, one in each hand, gnawed until oily. Seeing Lin Xiaosong looking at her, she licked her mouth shyly, "Dad, I'm hungry."

Lin Xiaosong felt sad for a moment, and touched the little girl's head, the ball head tied to her in the morning has now fallen apart.There is still a piece of frozen beef and shelled edamame in the refrigerator, which can make two plates of fried rice with beef. Lin Xiaosong turned on the fire and got busy.

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Check out the timeline, they met six years later, Lin Xiaosong is 26, Chu Yi is 34