The night is glazed with warm light

Chapter 366 Extra Story 1: Songs of Chu and Song Qingzhi (4)

In the taxi, neither of them spoke.

Chu Ci's expression was particularly ugly. He didn't expect that he would delay her rehearsal, nor did he expect that she would meet such a classmate, and what's more, she would choose to hide it from him after the incident happened.

Is it to keep him from feeling guilty by not talking about such a big matter?
After a long time, it was Song Qingzhi who couldn't bear it first: "Are you angry?"

Chu Ci came back to his senses and shook his head: "No."

He looked at her and apologized sincerely: "I'm sorry."

Song Qingzhi shook his head: "You are not wrong, I forgot it myself."

"And..." she lowered her head: "I really don't want to participate in the show either."

Chu Ci: "Why?"

"Because I feel depressed... I can't continue dancing." Song Qingzhi lowered her eyelids: "I hate ballet very much these days."

After finishing speaking, he smiled self-deprecatingly: "You just think I'm making excuses for my withdrawal."

"No." Chu Ci quickly said, "I also have this kind of time."

"But believe me, it will pass." Chu Ci turned his head and told her not to be afraid with serious eyes.

"Hmm." Song Qingzhi nodded without saying anything.

Chu Ci still stretched out his hand to hug him into his arms. At first, he was a little awkward about these intimate movements, but now he is much better.

The driver is estimated to be a fan of Pavarotti. It has been the third Pavarotti song since he got in the car, and now the fourth is his classic masterpiece "My Sun".

Pavarotti has a very beautiful timbre. In the entire range of more than two octaves, all sounds can burst into bright and crystal brilliance.

When the night comes the sun no longer shines

My heart is desolate and wandering alone
keep looking out of your window
When the night comes the sun no longer shines

ah your eyes sparkle
as bright as the sun

……

Song Qingzhi leaned quietly, not speaking.

"There will be chances in the future. Since you want to rest, you should take a good rest. I will take you to eat hot pot in two days, huh?" Chu Ci shook her in his arms, saying that he would not eat spicy food for the next two days.

"Okay." Song Qingzhi smiled.

Chuci seemed to know the boss here, so he called in advance to reserve a seat, and Song Qingzhi had a warm feeling as soon as he entered, and there were many people sitting in the evening.

The waiter greeted them in friendly Mandarin and led them to sit down by the window.

Each location is separated by a screen. Although voices can be heard, they still have their own space.

Song Qingzhi mumbled subconsciously: "It's my first time to eat in Chinatown."

Chu Ci was surprised: "First time?"

"Yes." Song Qingzhi nodded.

Chu Ci just wanted to ask if he had never eaten hot pot?

But the words stopped again.

At least two people can feel the same when eating hot pot, and now he suspects that Song Qingzhi doesn't have any friends here at all.

Song Qingzhi noticed his eyes and asked blankly: "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing." Chu Ci shook his head: "I've already ordered some dishes in advance, you can see what else you can add to the rest."

Song Qingzhi shook his head: "I'm not picky about food."

What came up was a small plate of sour bamboo shoots and a plate of peanuts for appetizers.

Song Qingzhi was so kind, he picked up the chopsticks and forgot everything.

At the beginning, the chopsticks were still a bit difficult to use, but Song Qingzhi's blank expression when he stared at the sour bamboo shoot on the table managed to make Chu Ci laugh.

When the braised fish was served, he offered to help her remove the fish bone.

This feeling of being cared for made Song Qingzhi feel warm and satisfied after a Chinese meal.

It is said that delicious food can heal the mood, not to mention having someone to accompany, Song Qingzhi healed soon.

After eating and drinking enough, he finally showed a smile.

Chu Ci felt relieved and took her to go shopping.

Along the way, I bought a bag of fried chestnuts and a cup of sour plum juice. Song Qingzhi held the bag and he was responsible for shelling and feeding them.

Song Qingzhi squinted his eyes after eating one, and looked left and right: "I actually only come to this kind of place now."

"I'll give you the phone number of the boss, and you can come if you want to eat later."

"No need, it's not interesting to come alone." Song Qingzhi shook his head.

Chu Ci squeezed her face: "Aren't you willing to make friends?"

Song Qingzhi bowed his head: "I don't know what's going on."

"But I don't want you to be lonely." Chu Ci worried: "Or is it that your classmates are not friendly?"

"No, everyone is fine except for Britney who occasionally says a few nasty words." Song Qingzhi said, "It's because I don't like to talk."

She looked up, a little scared: "I may... be different from the one you knew before."

Seeing her uneasy look, Chu Ci felt shy: "No, the real self has always been there, but she has been wrapped in layers of shells as the environment changes."

"I have also changed a lot, don't ask you to say that you will like me no matter what I become, just please don't dislike me, huh?" Chu Ci looked down at her and smiled.

"How come..." Song Qingzhi smiled, feeling a lot of comfort in his heart.

"En." Chu Ci nodded in satisfaction, and fed her the chestnut in his hand.

The two were making small intimate gestures, and everything seemed natural.

"Chu Ci, may I read you a poem?" She walked through the warm red lanterns holding his hand, and the lights on both sides of the road looked familiar.

"it is good."

Song Qingzhi looked ahead, and recited each sentence seriously:
So I decided to forget I decided not to see you

So I went north, the belly of the polar bear is you

So I went south to the Southern Cross starlight is you

So the spring of my east trip to Hokkaido is you

So the sandstone of my westward journey to the Mogao Grottoes is you

——Feng Tang

After Song Qingzhi finished reading, he tilted his head to look at him: What should I do?i like you so much.

The expression is... very innocent.

This head tilt gave Chu Ci a knowing blow, and he laughed out loud, pinching her face: "Yes, what should I do?"

The two walked to the end of Chinatown with one sentence, and he led Song Qingzhi into a teahouse.

Song Qingzhi sat down and looked around, nodded, "Well, I can be sure, I made a very tasteful boyfriend."

"I'm going to live here tomorrow. It's upstairs. The view from the window is no worse than that of the hotel. It's convenient for morning tea." Chu Ci laughed and asked after a pause, "Would you like to stay with me tonight?"

"Yeah." Although Song Qingzhi blushed a little, he still admitted it openly.

She doesn't know when the next time we will meet again, she hopes to stay with him longer.

Indeed, some people have said that if you give everything at the beginning, both parties or one party will soon get tired of it.

But she thinks it's not all like that, some emotions can't be measured by the length of time we've known each other.

Some couples become boring after a short time together, while some couples are just the opposite. The more you know each other, the more you will be attracted to each other, and the more you know what each other is like, the more you will cherish each other.

And their biggest test is not boredom at all, but the distance, the trust after separating the two places, and the struggle of being alone and lonely.

(End of this chapter)