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Perhaps it was because the rain was too long, and the cold air made people feel painful. After getting into the car, Ji Yusheng instinctively kept rubbing his red hands, but Song Shihe suddenly approached him. Ji Yusheng was startled, and he shrank back .

Seeing Ji Yusheng's reaction, Song Shihe backed away with a sullen face, and stretched out his hand to open Ji Yusheng's glove box. As soon as the glove box was opened, Ji Yusheng saw many warm things, including furry gloves, earmuffs, and a plush hat.

"Put it on." Song Shihe sat back in his seat and said.

"Why did you come to City Y all of a sudden?" Song Shihe asked after Ji Yusheng put on his gloves and started the car while turning on the heater.

Thinking of what happened just now, Ji Yusheng felt that it must be ironic for Song Shihe to tell his true purpose, and maybe he would feel annoyed by his entanglement, because he believed that his breaking the appointment back then represented use and rejection, so he held A bunch of fluffy things said hesitantly:

"I just... want to come here to play."

Song Shihe frowned suddenly, and obviously said in disbelief:

"Come to play in this winter?"

Ji Yusheng nodded and said vaguely:

"Hmm... Don't they all say that City Y is beautiful in winter? City Y in winter is like a city in a fairy tale."

Ji Yusheng suddenly thought of something and whispered:

"There is also a snow scene, which is said to be very suitable for seeing snow with people."

It is also very suitable for completing the agreement of watching snow with the people you like.

After he finished saying this, he raised his eyes and glanced at Song Shihe quietly, but Song Shihe looked at the front with a blank expression and was indifferent, completely ignoring his words and asking him:

"Traveling without any luggage?"

Ji Yusheng swallowed the last sentence in frustration, rubbed the gloves he just put on nervously, touched his wet backpack and said:

"Uh...I have some with me."

Song Shihe looked down at the flat schoolbag, and asked again:

"You didn't book any hotel either?"

Ji Yusheng raised his hand and touched his ears, conveying the warmth to his ears that were about to freeze, and said:

"A lot of people came to see the snow, and the hotels were fully booked."

Song Shihe was already angry when he heard Ji Yusheng's lies one after another like back then, and his hands gripping the steering wheel slowly turned blue. At this moment, seeing Ji Yusheng's ears that were red from the cold, he became even more angry, and couldn't help but said angrily:

"Come here if you can't book a hotel? Are you too hasty? What are you going to do if I'm not at home?"

Recalling the scene after the poetry meeting back then, Song Shihe said:

"Are you going to let me see your frozen body the next day, and then feel guilty towards you? Just like back then, you obviously did something wrong, but you want me to feel guilty?" For some reason, Song Shihe's Emotions became a little agitated.

It was rare to see Song Shihe lose his composure, and he couldn't figure out what he had done to make Song Shihe feel this way. Ji Yusheng could only explain in a panic:

"No...no, I don't want this, I just want to see you."

Hearing Ji Yusheng say this in a low voice, Song Shihe was suddenly speechless as if he was swallowed by something. Ji Yusheng thought that he had made him angry, but he didn't want Song Shihe to find him troublesome, so he immediately said:

"Don't worry about it, sir. It's because I'm hotheaded and reckless and have no plan."

Song Shihe's mood suddenly calmed down after hearing this sentence, as if a fan that was suddenly opened by a dancer on the stage slowly retracted in the next dance step, he said in a deep voice:

"Brain fever... so this time it was a whim?"

Hearing this very ironic sentence, Ji Yusheng was just about to say something more, but Song Shihe suddenly stepped on the accelerator and drove the car much faster. After a while, Song Shihe drove the car into a narrow alley and stopped, turned his head and used dark brown Staring at Ji Yusheng, he asked in a questioning tone:

"It's been so many years, why did you come to see me suddenly?"

Song Shihe's tone was a little heavy, Ji Yusheng was a little frightened, and at the same time didn't know how to answer.Tell him directly that because he still likes you, tell him that he is working hard to pursue his dream, even if he is very tired, he is still working hard to study art history, working hard to walk towards him, and working hard to be side by side with him.

But what is the point of saying this?The wind blowing when the car was running just now made Ji Yusheng understand the facts, Song Shihe drove himself out of his heart, and the meaning of rejection in the words just now couldn't be more obvious.Apart from making him angry by saying these words and confessing my heart, what else can I do?

Seeing Ji Yusheng bowed his head in silence, Song Shihe recalled the past, so he said sarcastically:

"You have made a lot of money, you are very successful, aren't you? You have also accepted several interviews to share your way of getting rich." Then he asked coldly: "With fame and fortune, what do you come to me for? To show off ?"

Ji Yusheng immediately retorted:

"No, Mr. Song, I miss you and want to see you, so I come here."

"Want to come see me," Song Shihe sneered, "Are you saying you have feelings for me?"

Ji Yusheng looked straight at Song Shihe, nodded and said:

"Yes."

Song Shihe twitched the corners of his mouth, and said with some amusement:

"Is it because you suddenly saw in the newspaper that the person who admired you to death has fallen to this point, so you searched for it on a whim?"

"It's like an outdated or faded brooch, which has been thrown in the glove box. Suddenly one day I put on a fancy dress and remembered the poor brooch, so I turned it out again."

"But it won't be long before that brooch will return to that dark utility room to fill its throat with dust again."

"In this case, it would be better to be exiled to a more distant place. After all, it doesn't feel good to be choked by dust."

Hearing Song Shihe's sad and refusal words, Ji Yusheng quickly said:

"No sir, I've been looking forward to meeting you again──"

Song Shihe smiled and interrupted him, saying:

"Looking forward to a reunion? This joke is not funny at all."

"I'm not kidding, I saw the newspaper headlines about your resignation..."

Song Shihe interrupted him coldly and said:

"so what?"

Ji Yusheng opened his mouth and didn't know how to respond, Song Shihe stared at him closely and asked:

"Don't you think it's a good thing?"

Ji Yusheng firmly grasped the seat belt, firmly denied,

"of course not!"

"That's why I came to you so rashly. I came this time to ask Mr. Song why he made such a decision, and to see if there is anything I can do to help."

Song Shihe couldn't help laughing when he heard this answer, but his eyes were completely fixed in winter, and he said:

"Help me? Why do you have the nerve to say that?"

"I really hope that I can help you. No one is more suitable for teaching art than Mr., and inheriting art is Mr.'s ideal, isn't it?"

"You also know that is my ideal?"

Hearing Song Shihe's question, Ji Yusheng felt as if he was being held down by a boulder. From before to now, he understood what Song Shihe was obsessed with and what he pursued. In this decadent world, he always felt that he was just Not the person who understands Song Shihe the most, but at least the person who can understand him. He looks forward to Song Shihe's ability to achieve all the things he hopes to achieve every day, and also hopes that this world can become Song Shihe's ideal utopia. I am also patient and working hard for it.But now Song Shihe asked him why he had the nerve to say that, and felt that he had never understood his ideals. Ji Yusheng's eyes dimmed, and he said weakly like a burnt candle:

"How could I not know...I have always understood the reason for Mr.'s persistence, and I want to face it with him and work hard to change..."

Song Shihe stared at Ji Yusheng in silence for a long time, until Ji Yusheng's eyes turned red again, he turned his head and whispered:

"After all these years, you are still a good liar."

"Clearly telling big lies, but people can't see it at all."

After saying this, Song Shihe started the car again.Ji Yusheng lowered his head and thought aggrievedly: I can't tell it's because I didn't lie, because I really like you, I really understand the reason why you are so obsessed with art, and I really hope that you can continue the career you love , I hope I can realize my dream together with you.