Song Ye's white moonlight stand-in, I'm not right

Chapter 73 The Gossip of Three People
Qi Yue was wearing a white cake dress, and she looked extremely cute. She looked at Song Yan with a look of admiration.

Song Yan looked back and thought about it, it was probably her face full of love that deceived him, so he agreed to her without thinking.

So for so many years, Qi Huan has been Qi Yue's substitute, but he has always been Song Zhaoyan's substitute.

Anyone can do it, why is it his little uncle?
Song Yan has always understood that if he fights with a living person, he has a chance of winning, but if he fights with a dead person, he has no chance of winning.

Song Zhaoyan is Qi Yue's white moonlight and a cinnabar mole.

From childhood to youth, for a full ten years, the white moonlight did not turn into white rice grains, and the cinnabar mole did not turn into mosquito blood.

Not only that, but now that Song Zhaoyan is gone, Qi Yue probably has only him in his heart.

No matter it's a pity or something, it's better than him, the person who hurt Qi Yue for nearly four years.

Song Yan hadn't read the letter Song Zhaoyan left to Qi Yue, but in his little uncle's will, it was clearly written that everything he left would be given to Qi Yue except for the shares of the Song Group.

He hasn't told Qi Yue about this, because his grandfather and Song Zhaonian and Shen Qiong disagree.

They also couldn't understand why Song Zhaoyan wanted to leave the most precious property to an outsider, or an outsider who had talked with his son about breaking up for a while.

If Qi Yue hadn't married into the Song family, most of the property probably wouldn't have been available to her.

However, as long as Qi Yue sued and Song Zhaoyan's will was protected by law, she would still get those things in the end. It was what Song Zhaoyan left to Qi Yue, and what his little uncle left to someone he liked.

Song Yan looked at it obsessively for a while, and Qi Yue opened her eyes abruptly. It was already past five o'clock. Normally, her biological clock would wake her up at this time.

As soon as Qi Yue opened her eyes, she saw Song Yan staring at her without blinking. After reacting for a while, she remembered why she was on the same bed with Song Yan again and pushed him gently.

"What do you see me doing?"

Song Yan looked back, his face was a little hot, "It's nothing."

"Did anything happen last night?" Qi Yue asked.

"No, nothing happened, I was in a light sleep, and I didn't hear her voice."

Qi Yue sat up and rubbed her face, "What time is it?"

"It's past five o'clock."

"Okay, I'll go down first. Director Tu probably wants to shoot some things today. We may have to prepare in advance."

Song Yan let out a "hmm" in his throat, and took Qi Yue's coat from the chair and gave it to her.

"Call me if anything happens."

Qi Yue didn't speak, put on her coat and yawned and opened the door.

Last night was a rare and peaceful night, and she slept well.

Qi Yue went downstairs with the flashlight, returned to her room, sat on a chair and waited for Tu Yan's next move.

As she expected, at a little after six o'clock, Tu Yan sent a WeChat message in the work group, asking them to come out and get ready to start filming.

This time the cameras were set up in advance. Tu Yan led people to visit for a day, and put the cameras in some corners of the school. It was inevitable that some students would be photographed.

Tu Yan said that the residents and students here should be avoided as far as possible in this shooting. If there is no way to capture them, they should be covered with mosaics or other things. These are all later work, basically left to Qi Yue Alone.

Mijia and Tu Yan designed the route together, and the photographer set up a camera to watch them from the corner.

Qi Yue, Zhao Jiayi, and Xiao Li were helping to move the equipment. The three of them moved the equipment from the dormitory to the teaching building. The road was quite far, and the equipment was heavy. After moving it for a while, the three girls yelled that they couldn’t move it. up.

They put the equipment in the hall on the first floor of the teaching building, and sat there paying attention for a while.

Qi Yue was casually playing with her phone, and suddenly said mysteriously: "Did you see the sky burial process yesterday?"

When Zhao Jiayi heard this, she suddenly turned pale, and looked at her as if she would throw up in the next second.

It's not whether you want to watch it, but whether you can not watch it.

Xiao Li on the side didn't seem to respond.

"It's a good thing you didn't go to dinner with me, really. I can't say it's disgusting, but I just feel that I don't like it." Zhao Jiayi said quietly.

In fact, she expressed her refusal yesterday, but she was short-tempered. After being invited, a group of people rushed to the sky burial site and watched the sky burial master chop up various parts of the corpse one by one, and then Watching the pieces of meat being pecked by vultures.

The vulture had a full meal, and even the bones of the carcass were gone, as if it had never been in this world.

"Sister Qi Yue, you didn't go with Teacher Song yesterday, did Teacher Song come to see you?" Compared to the bloody scene yesterday, Xiao Li obviously cared about Song Yan very much.

"No." Qi Yue shook her head firmly, "I was too tired yesterday, I went to bed early, it was past eight o'clock after I woke up, I had a headache, so I went out for a while, and met Director Tu and Teacher Tuo Heti .”

Qi Yue seemed to be inducing, and also seemed to say a few words casually in response to Xiao Li.

Xiao Li licked his dry lips, and changed the topic: "There is no clean water, these lips are dry and peeling."

Qi Yue subconsciously touched her lips, which were still soft and moist. Thinking about it carefully, the same is true for Song Yan.

Zhao Jiayi looked at Xiao Li and said, "Don't you have lip balm?"

"Did not bring."

"I have a spare, which hasn't been opened yet. If you want it, I'll give it to you. This woman, dry lips are really a big minus."

"Ham, think about it carefully. You met your beloved male god, and the atmosphere was just right. It was about to kiss. He suddenly saw that you were doing the same thing as the Sahara desert. Would he still be able to kiss?"

When Zhao Jiayi talked about this topic, she couldn't be more enthusiastic.

"My ex-boyfriend had dry lips, and I couldn't even kiss him. After we broke up, I decisively gave him a whole set of lip balm and taught him how to use it."

"Well, after all, I'm still making wedding dresses for others."

Xiao Li smiled and said, "Who says it's not? It's not easy to meet the right person when you're in a relationship. If you're not careful, you're making a wedding dress for someone else."

The two sat in the hall in a daze and counted their ex-boyfriends from beginning to end. After breaking up, they probably looked like frozen shit, smelly, hard and taking up space.

"The person I was before is really not what people can say. Hey, I have been in love for several years and have worked. He has never given me any gifts. It has been four years, and he sent me five yuan and twenty cents during the Spring Festival. the red envelope." Xiao Li spread out his hands, his face full of pain piercing his heart.

This is somewhat exaggerated. The more Qi Yue listened to it, the more she felt that Song Yan was actually pretty good, at least in terms of material things.But is there really someone who is so stubborn that they only get five yuan and twenty cents during the Spring Festival after four years of dating?
Zhao Jiayi probably had a similar experience, and there was a touch of gossip on her face: "Your situation is like my roommate in college. His boyfriend is also like this. They broke up in junior year."

How rare is this?Qi Yue sighed.

(End of this chapter)