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Song Ci was shocked, shook off his hand, and said, "You've got the wrong person."

But Luther didn't give up, he took two quick steps to stand in front of Song Ci, blocking his way, looked at him gravely, and said, "Do you dare to take off the mask and let me see your face?"

Song Ci said coolly: "I have no reason to do this, please step aside."

Luther stood still and said very firmly, "You are Song Ci, I recognize your eyes and your voice."

Seeing that he couldn't get away with it, Song Ci looked up at Luther and said, "What do you want to do?"

Shrouded by that extremely familiar and nostalgic gaze, Luther had a dreamlike illusion. He collected himself and said, "I don't want to do anything, I just didn't expect to see you again. Back then, the first time after we met again You disappeared in two days, I begged my father to help find your whereabouts, but he said you were dead... He really lied to me, Song Ci, it's great that you are still alive."

If he remembered correctly, Luther's father was the chief of a certain police station in n city.

Song Ci tried his best to suppress the panic surging in his heart, sighed, raised his hand to take off the mask on his face, and said, "Luther, long time no see."

Rather than blindly dodging to attract suspicion, it is better to deal with it openly.

Luther stared at his face intently, only feeling that he was a thousand times more handsome now than he remembered, and he could be remembered for a lifetime just by looking at him.

Song Ci met his enthusiastic gaze and said, "Let's stop standing here, and find a place to sit."

Luther came back to his senses and said, "Okay."

They went to a nearby cafe together.

There was no one in the cafe, they ordered two cups of hot coffee casually, found a corner and sat down facing each other.

The room is warm and bright, and the brisk music flows quietly, making time slow down.

The sky outside is gloomy, the snow is getting bigger and bigger, and passers-by are in a hurry.

Luther spoke first: "Back then..."

"I don't want to mention what happened back then." Song Ci interrupted him, with a painful light in his eyes, "It was a nightmare, a nightmare I never want to remember."

Luther quickly said: "Okay, let's not talk about the past, let's talk about the present. Where do you live now? How are you doing?"

Song Ci lied and said: "I live with my uncle in city b, and he treats me very well."

"City B?" Luther said, "It takes more than ten hours by train."

Song Ci nodded: "Yes."

Luther asked, "What are you doing in City N in such cold weather?"

Song Ci said, "Come and see my mother."

Luther asked cautiously, "Is she okay?"

Song Ci lowered his head and took a sip of coffee, the bitter taste spread from the tip of his tongue to his heart, "It's not very good."

Luther reached out to shake his hand, Song Ci instinctively wanted to hide, but he didn't move after all, letting the fiery palm cover his cold back.

"Don't worry." Luther said softly, "My father is now the deputy director of the Judiciary Bureau. All the prisons in City N are under his control. I can ask him to help inform the next one and take care of your mother."

Song Ci said sincerely, "Thank you."

Luther rubbed his thumb lightly on the back of his hand and said, "You don't have to be polite to me, as long as you say something, I can do anything for him. Do you... have a boyfriend now?"

Song Ci shook his head, "I don't have the energy to think about other things now, I just want to study hard and get admitted to the ideal university."

"You're right to think so." Luther smiled comfortably, "I remember you used to want to get into H University, what about now?"

Song Ci said: "I don't want to go back to city n in my life, so I won't take h university again, but I don't have any new goals yet."

"That's it." Luthor suddenly remembered something, took out his cell phone, and said, "Tell me your cell phone number, we can keep in touch in the future."

Song Ci could only give his mobile phone number: "137, 0377, 4587."

Luther entered it, dialed the number, and Song Ci's cell phone rang immediately.

"Save my number too," Luthor said.

"Okay." Song Ci took the opportunity to withdraw his hand, save the number in the address book, and said, "I'm leaving, I'm going back to the hotel to pack my luggage, and I have to take the plane back to City B at [-] o'clock in the evening."

Luther hurriedly said, "I'll see you off."

Song Ci hesitated for a moment and said, "Okay."

So, they took the bus back to the hotel.

Along the way, Luther never took his eyes off Song Ci for a moment.

After arriving at the hotel and getting out of the car, Song Ci said, "Thank you for taking me back."

Luther said: "It's almost time for dinner, why don't we have a meal together, and then I'll take you to the airport?"

"No need." Song Ci said, "I still have to pack my luggage. I'll just have dinner on the plane."

Luthor understood Song Ci, as long as he refused, there would be no room for change, so he stopped forcing it and said with a smile: "Well, next time you come to city n, you must call me in advance, and I will pick you up." you."

Song Ci nodded and said "OK".

Luther hesitated for two seconds and said, "Song Ci, can I give you a hug?"

Song Ci was slightly startled, took a step forward, and stretched out his arms to hug Luther.

Luther was flattered.

He hugged Song Ci back, buried his face in his neck, greedily sucking the smell of his body.

"Song Ci, it's really great to meet you again." Luther said softly, "No matter what difficulties you encounter in the future, you can tell me, and I will definitely do my best to help you."

Song Ci said, "Thank you."

After hugging for about half a minute, Song Ci came out of his arms and said, "I'm leaving, goodbye."

Luther waved and said, "Goodbye, and have a nice trip."

Song Ci turned and left.

Luther stood in the snow, watched Song Ci enter the hotel, stood there for a while, and then turned to leave.

Song Ci's flight was indeed at [-]:[-] p.m., but instead of going to city b, he returned to city s.

Had dinner at the hotel with Zheng Zhi, went back to the room to pack up the luggage, and the two of them took a taxi to the airport together.

Although Zhang Yucheng and Song Ci's rivalry scene in city n is over, he still has to go to other cities to film his solo scenes, so he won't be returning with Song Ci.

Song Ci asked Zheng Zhi to book two economy class tickets so that they could sit together.

When I arrived at the airport, I was told that due to the weather, the plane would be delayed by two hours and might even be grounded.

No way, they can only wait in the waiting hall.

Song Ci called Li Fan, "The flight is delayed, and there is no certainty when it will be able to fly. Don't come to pick me up. Brother Zheng will take me back."

Li Fan said, "Alright then, Niannian and I will wait for you at home."

After hanging up the phone, Song Ci took out a physics problem set from his schoolbag and started to study.

Although the waiting hall was very noisy, he was not affected in the slightest.

Zheng Zhi felt sorry for him.

Because of the high-intensity shooting, Song Ci sleeps less than five hours a day on average, but outside of shooting, whether in the hotel or on the set, or on the way to the set, he always holds a book in his hand, not Study without any interruptions, and work horribly hard.

Zheng Zhi once asked him why he fought so hard, Song Ci thought about it, and said mischievously: "You will win because you love to fight."

Zheng Zhi secretly felt ashamed, because he had never worked so hard like Song Ci. He was a typical "Mr. Almost". Almost enough, he is always hovering at the passing line, living a relaxed and comfortable life, almost never thinking about working hard to get better.

Song Ci inspired him.

For the first time, Zheng Zhi felt the urge to fight hard.

He wants to be a good manager, at least better than Yan Peng.

After waiting until eleven o'clock in the evening, they finally began to check in for the plane. When the plane officially took off, it was almost twelve o'clock.

Song Ci was extremely sleepy. He leaned against the back of the chair under a blanket and fell asleep after a while. He didn't wake up until he landed. It was already five o'clock in the morning.

After getting off the plane, picking up the luggage, and walking into the arrival hall, Song Ci saw Li Fan at a glance.

When Li Fan readily agreed not to come to pick him up at the airport, Song Ci felt something was wrong, sure enough.

Eyes met, Li Fan smiled and waved to him.

Song Ci dragged his suitcase and walked over quickly, wanting to throw himself into his arms, but there were people all around, so he held back, but Li Fan grabbed his arm and pulled him into his arms, but also Just a hug and then let go, like a normal welcome ceremony.

Li Fan looked at his haggard face, his eyes filled with distress.

Song Ci also looked at him, feeling both distressed and moved, "Didn't I say I wouldn't let you pick it up? How long have you been waiting?"

Li Fan smiled and said, "It didn't take long."

In fact, he was already at the airport when Song Ci called him, and he had been waiting for nearly ten hours in total.

While talking, Zheng Zhi came over dragging the suitcase.

Song Ci restrained his strange emotions, and introduced: "Brother Zheng, this is my brother, Li Fan. Brother, this is my manager, Zheng Zhi."

The two shook hands, and Li Fan added: "We are a reorganized family, so we have different surnames."

Zheng Zhi said "Oh" and said with a smile: "But you are quite like brothers."

The three of them walked out together.

After leaving the airport, each took a taxi home.

Li Fan and Song Ci sat side by side in the back seat of the taxi.

Under the cover of their clothes, their hands were tightly held together.

Outside the car window, dawn has come.

In the distant sky, the light pierces through the clouds and gently sprinkles down the world.