Beginning without end

Chapter 85

It took a while for Song Bai to come back to his senses. He pushed Ji Suiyun away and rubbed his sore temples: "I'm going to wash my face."

Ji Suiyun didn't stop him.

Song Bai locked the bathroom door tightly, took out his mobile phone and dialed the number he was extremely familiar with.But he seemed to have forgotten that Lu Fucheng's phone was shut down on the day they broke up.

They are clearly in love so deeply, yet they are no different from strangers after separation.For such a long time, Song Bai didn't dare to face the facts. The three words Lu Fucheng were like a needle, and every time he touched it, it brought a sting like an electric shock in the soul.

Song Bai tugged at his hair irritably.He suddenly remembered something and hurriedly called Ren Hantao.

It was connected quickly there.

"Son?" Ren Hantao was a little surprised. Song Bai must be busy at this time.

"Mom," Song Bai paused, not knowing what to say: "How are you doing recently? Do you lack anything?"

"I'm fine. Fu Cheng also bought me a lot of things. Your father talks about it every day and almost forgets who is his real son."

Song Bai pursed his lower lip: "Has Brother Cheng returned to Shanghai?"

Ren Hantao seemed a little surprised that Song Bai didn't know about Lu Fucheng's schedule: "No, Cheng Cheng's mother is not feeling well recently, Fu Cheng didn't leave, and she accompanied her to the hospital yesterday. I haven't asked you yet, Did you make your brother angry? I know what kind of virtue you are, you are like a mouse carrying a gun, don't bully your brother every day."

Song Bai hadn't decided what to say to ask Ren Hantao to help pass the phone to Lu Fucheng, so he heard Ren Hantao say: "It just so happens that Fucheng is by my side, if there is anything wrong, please apologize to him quickly."

There was a burst of noise on the other side of the phone, followed by a heavy silence.

Song Bai's fingers holding the phone turned bluish-white due to excessive force, and the sound of breathing on the other side of the microphone was very gentle. Although the two were separated by thousands of kilometers, they seemed to be standing together suddenly. The clear breathing sound, It licked the pinna coldly like a snake letter, bringing some scalp-numbing sadness.

"Brother Cheng?" Song Bai spoke first.

Lu Fucheng's voice was still very gentle, and he seemed to be the same as before: "Abai, what's the matter?" There were footsteps on the phone, and Lu Fucheng seemed to have changed to a quieter place: "What do you want me to do?" help?"

At this time, Lu Fucheng's first reaction was still to care about Song Bai.

"No, no," Song Bai's heart was flustered: "I just want to ask you if you are okay."

There was a bit of pain in Song's vernacular: "I had a nightmare, dreaming that your hand was injured. It hurts so much, it hurts so much that my heart is about to break."

Lu Fucheng was silent for a long time.Song Bai is still the same as before, but he likes to exaggerate and say he is sad.If it was before, Lu Fucheng could hug Song Bai and coax him with all his strength.But now, Song Bai is not his.

"I'm fine." Lu Fucheng sighed: "You don't have anything else to do, right?" He's not good, his fingers are not recovering well, and he can't draw pictures in his life.

Song Bai heard Lu Fucheng's unwillingness to continue the conversation, he panicked, and his tone was ignorant and cowardly: "Chengcheng, I miss you."

I really think about it.

"..."

Lu Fucheng also missed him, and when he missed him the most, his mind was muddled all day long, and everyone he saw on the street felt like Song Bai.One day, a classmate from the university found out that he was back and invited him to dinner. Lu Fucheng drank a lot of wine. When he was lying on the table, he touched the wine glass, and the cold liquid spilled all over the PU glove on his right hand.

Someone wanted to help Lu Fucheng take off his gloves, but was swung away.

Lu Fucheng looked at his right hand, his eyes were empty and painful.

"Fu Cheng, don't cry."

Lu Fucheng didn't know he was crying.He was a little strange, obviously drunk, obviously not in pain, he just missed Song Bai, and thought there was no way to make another wooden boat for his little friend.

"Brother Cheng, you, are you still listening?" Song Bai's voice brought Lu Fucheng back to his senses.

"I'll hang up if there's nothing else to do. Aunt Ren is still waiting." After all, Lu Fucheng panicked. He is a waste now, and he was really afraid that he would provoke Song Bai again if he couldn't help himself.He doesn't deserve it.

"Don't worry about me too much in the future, I'm fine." Lu Fucheng's eyes were slightly red: "Xu Fei is also very smart. I have been taking him with me. I guess he will be able to help me share a lot of work soon." Lu Fucheng said at first glance He was confused, but Song Bai was so delicate, he probably understood what he meant.

Sure enough, the phone hung up.

Song Bai put the phone away, he didn't cry, but the strong sadness made him unable to release it, and a mass of negative emotions collided in his body, Song Bai unconsciously held his heart, breathing heavily like an asthmatic patient.Then he rolled up his sleeves indiscriminately, bit down on his arm fiercely, the bloody smell gradually spread in his mouth, and Song Bai felt a little more sober.

He opened the door and walked out, only to see Ji Suiyun waiting at the door.

Song Bai looked at him coldly.

"I didn't eavesdrop on you." Ji Suiyun lowered his eyes: "Let's go."

Song Bai walked over slowly, and Ji Suiyun gently took his hand.

Song Bai's mood was visible to the naked eye, and Ji Suiyun didn't ask the reason: "Let's eat Fujian cuisine. I remember that there is a restaurant that does a good job of fish." Ji Suiyun remembered that Song Bai would move his chopsticks more when there was fish on the table.

Song Bai had no objection.

Today Ji Suiyun drove by himself, Song Bai lowered the window to let in air, the wind was a bit cool.Ji Suiyun slowed down the speed of the car so that Song Bai would not be too uncomfortable being blown by the wind.

"Stop blowing for a while, don't catch a cold."

Song Bai nodded, he didn't have to fight against Ji Suiyun, he took advantage of the time when Ji Suiyun was not paying attention, and threw the remaining bug in his pocket out the car window.The next car crushed the modest thing in an instant.

Seeing that Ji Suiyun didn't notice, Song Bai closed the car window and secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

Ji Suiyun didn't speak for the rest of the way.Ji Suiyun had some incomprehensible things in his mind, and he vaguely had some bad associations. Ji Suiyun didn't let Song Bai see that something was wrong with him. After all, for Ji Suiyun, it is very difficult to show emotions simple things.

At this time, it is not yet the evening peak time, the road is not congested, and we will arrive soon.After Ji Suiyun reported their names, a waiter led them from the VIP elevator to the private room.

At this moment, there were two people going up and down the steps. Song Bai caught a glimpse from the corner of his eye, but when he saw clearly, the hairs all over his body stood on end.

What a coincidence.

Feng Zhengqi is Song Bai's most disgusting person, he doesn't want to get in touch with Ji Suiyun and Qiao Ming because he is afraid, and Feng Zhengqi is like a bug, he doesn't want to touch it because he thinks it's dirty.

The other person was wearing a mask, and his hat was pushed down extremely low. He looked very familiar, but Song Bai couldn't figure out who it was.

"Mr. Ji? What a coincidence." Feng Zhengqi also saw Ji Bai and the two, and walked over quickly: "Long time no see, why don't you go have a cup of tea with me and Huo Yingdi?"

Only then did Song Bai realize that the man in front of him was actually Huo Qitong.But why did he get so close to Feng Zhengqi in private?

Ji Suiyun and Feng Zhengqi are just a little bit away from tearing their faces apart. According to Ji Suiyun's pampered and arrogant temperament since he was a child, this bit of hypocritical brotherhood doesn't even want to pretend: "No, I haven't eaten yet." For lunch, if I run to drink tea with you on an empty stomach, I'm sure I'll be sick."

Ji Suiyun's simple two sentences trampled Feng Zhengqi's face to death.

Huo Qitong laughed at this time, against Feng Zhengqi's unhappy face, he looked like he was watching the fire from the other side, and he couldn't see how close he and Feng Zhengqi were, so he probably just wanted to make a profit: "Then don't bother Mr. Ji, you You still have people with you, so how can you leave without saying anything.”

Feng Zhengqi got an idea, and jumped right in: "I'm not the only one who invites Mr. Ji, it's a wonderful show to bring this kid, Huo Yingdi, let me tell you..."

Feng Zhengqi's remaining words were interrupted by Ji Suiyun's punch.

Everyone on the scene was stunned, and they started fighting at the slightest disagreement in the public. This kind of stupid thing is not like what Ji Suiyun can do, it is too disgraceful.

Feng Zhengqi was also stunned, the blood from his nose was rushing out.Ji Suiyun's ruthlessness is not a joke. When he was eighteen or nineteen years old, besides the racing track, the underground boxing gym he used to hang out most often.

Huo Qitong was curious why Ji Suiyun suddenly became furious, it couldn't be because Feng Zhengqi said something nasty to that boy, right?Is it possible that Feng Zhengqi did succeed? He deserved it. After taking advantage of it once, he would talk to his master for a second time.Ji Suiyun's possessiveness is too strong, almost no one dares to touch what he wants.

Ji Suiyun is really angry, dense red blood streaks are all over the eyeballs, making people afraid to take a second look.The manager also rushed over at this time, not daring to say a word.

Ji Suiyun looked at Feng Zhengqi and wanted to punch him.

"Ji Suiyun, that's it."

Song Bai just said this, but Ji Suiyun slowly let go of his fist.There was still blood on his fingers, and the tick-tock made many small pits on the carpet at his feet.

The 120 number has already been called.Huo Qitong glanced at Feng Zhengqi who couldn't even speak, and said to Ji Suiyun, "Mr. Ji, please change to another restaurant to eat. It's a bit messy here. I'll take care of it." If this matter continues, everyone will get money Not good.

Ji Suiyun pulled Song Bai's arm and walked out without saying a word. Song Bai hissed in pain, and Ji Suiyun's movements relaxed.

"What do you want to eat?" Ji Suiyun fastened Song Bai's seat belt with a calm tone, but Song Bai saw his hands shaking.

"……go home."

Ji Suiyun suddenly hugged Song Bai: "Is it, that matter...will it never pass?"

Song Bai closed his eyes, and his tone was a little sad: "Forget it, Mr. Ji, even if you kill Feng Zhengqi, what's the use?"

Ji Suiyun let go of Song Bai, and hummed in a daze, but he was numb.The mistakes made in the past are always like a sudden cold wind. When Ji Suiyun thought it was getting warmer, he was caught off guard by the biting cold wind. The willows had no chance to germinate, and the willows had already been killed in the severe cold Frozen into powder that shatters when touched.The winter of life is endless.

Ji Suiyun didn't say sorry again in vain.He couldn't compensate Song Bai for being intact.