Fairytale Shelf Life [MTL]

Ch 27

Chapter 27

"Song Zhi, she is my daughter."

Zhou Yichan stared at her words, and felt her scalp go numb.

She seemed so surprised that she couldn't believe it, and instinctively questioned and asked: "What did you say?"

Song Yumo repeated to her: "You heard me right, I said, Song Zhi is actually my daughter."

Zhou Yichan opened her mouth, but couldn't help it for a long time. Say a word.

She suddenly remembered the night when Song Zhi first took the initiative to send a message, she mentioned that Aunt Yu was writing a novel, and the girl hurriedly asked Yu Mo's real name with an abnormal attitude. It turned out that she had keenly guessed the truth at that time.

But why did Song Zhi not tell herself at that time, and—

Zhou Yichan looked at Song Yumo suspiciously and anxiously and asked, "Yu, no, Aunt Song, but why are you telling me this all of a sudden?"

Her mind was in a mess, and she was worried for a while. In fact, I already hated myself. Because Song Zhi revealed that he didn't like her mother, but he was full of praise for Song Yumo in every call.

After a while, I was worried that Song Yumo was planning to stop their ridiculous exchange. Otherwise, why didn't she tell herself about it the night she confessed to "exchanging lives". That night, Song Yumo should have guessed that the person she exchanged was her daughter, right?

Unexpectedly, Song Yumo blurted out: "Of course it's to make you feel at ease. Mom knows her daughter best, and I guarantee that Song Zhi won't hate you." Zhou Yichan was taken aback again

.

The appearance of the woman is not at all like the indifferent mother Song Zhi said.

"So," she asked uncertainly, "Auntie, are you telling me this secret just to make me happy?"

Song Yumo took it for granted: "Otherwise? And—"

She sipped her coffee lightly, and said again: " Xiaochan, don't you feel more amazing when you know that the person you met is Song Zhi's mother?" The woman asked her with a blink of an eye, "Have more inspirations flooded into your mind?" The woman seemed to see through her

little Thoughts, but it means to comfort and indulge.

Zhou Yichan explained Song Yumo's hint in seconds, her eyes lit up, and she said, "Aunt Song, you don't plan to end the exchange between me and Song Zhi early, and you are still willing to create based on us, right?!" "Why do you object?

" Song Yumo told her, "This is a rare and rare opportunity in life, and it's too late for me to support you."

She pointed out: "So Xiaochan, don't be afraid or shrink back. No matter what happens in the exchange, it's just for the sake of This encounter is more exciting, you just need to immerse yourself in it and experience it to your heart's content."

The woman's words actually gave Zhou Yichan a thought:

even if Song Zhi really deciphered her secret, they would not be separated because of this.

The lithe Zhou Yichan came back to life at this moment, she turned sideways and hugged Song Yumo tightly.

Under the sunlight on Jinshan Mountain, her head was resting on the woman's shoulder, as if a lost daughter had finally returned to her mother's arms with peace of mind. She sniffed and cried, but she was happy: "Okay! Aunt Song, why are you so nice? How can I be so lucky to meet you!" Song Yumo circled back to the girl, raised her hand to stroke her hair

, Smiling slightly: "We are destined to meet each other."

At this time, Zhou Yichan didn't understand the deep meaning of it, and only thought that it was the literary romance in the bones of literati.

She just ate this set, completely throwing away the worries and fears in her heart, and pulled the woman to sit down on the balcony chair. She said expectantly, "Aunt Song, there just happened to be some interesting things happening over there, do you want to hear about it?"

Song Yumo held the girl's hand and said, "My honor."

Zhou Yichan smiled knowingly, and said Talking about the self-criticism that I just connected to: "Song Zhi is really enjoying the exchange to the fullest. Did you know that she can't even drive and went to the track to learn drifting like crazy...but my dad found out!"

" She always does her own way, and your dad is probably very angry."

"What about you, Aunt Song, won't you be mad at her for messing around outside?" "

I never interfere with what she wants to do."

"God, do yours My daughter is so happy! No wonder Song Zhi is so free and easy, I really envy her."

The two women, one big and one small, obviously only slept for three or four hours the night before, but at this moment they were tirelessly talking about another girl thousands of miles away in the morning light.

Song Yumo kept recording interesting snippets with his mobile phone halfway, but Zhou Yichan didn't care.

Like Bo Ya's childhood meeting, like a stray bird returning to its nest, the girl's eyes shine brighter than the sun in the sky.

She is so relaxed and comfortable.

Before Song Zhi hung up the video, she failed to achieve the relief, but her mother did it in a few words.

Because of Zhou Yichan and Song Yumo's heart-to-heart talks, it was very late when Song Zhiyuan received the "authentic" version of the review in London.

Fortunately, Zhou Yan still didn't want to push her daughter too hard, she didn't take the initiative to hand it in, and he didn't take the initiative to urge her tonight.

Taking advantage of the dead of night, Song Zhi happened to have the opportunity to go to the photocopying room of the manor to commit crimes.

However, as soon as he stepped out of the door, he felt light-headed and dizzy. She thought it was the stamina of the red wine, so she didn't take it too seriously, and insisted on going out to get the business done.

Worried about being hangover and oversleeping tomorrow, Song Zhi came back and insisted on copying and reviewing immediately.

Unexpectedly, Zhou Yichan can write in lower script, and she is good at running script, which is more elegant, and she almost makes sense after copying it four or five times.

Unfortunately, misfortunes never come singly, and when the alcohol hit her stomach halfway, she was so uncomfortable that she started to vomit. Stumbling and stumbling, this review is supported entirely by willpower.

Repeated several times, the mental and physical burnout finally defeated Song Zhi.

Comparing the notes for the last time, she guessed that the watertight effect had been achieved, so she fell down in a daze.

No matter how conscious Song Zhi was, he could faintly hear a hurried bell ringing. It's like a mobile phone's incoming call reminder, or the doorbell of a room, mixed with a faint knock.

There was a layer of fog in her mind, and her thoughts were locked in a frosted glass cage and she couldn't move. It took her a long time to realize that someone should be looking for her.

He knocked on the door, rang the bell and called, looking very anxious.

Song Zhi tried to get up, but found that his body was weak, and his head was spinning just a little bit off the pillow. She fell back on the bed again, feeling as if she was going to burn, hurt, dizzy and flustered, her throat was even more dry, and she was about to catch fire.

Until then, she had a flash of thought: It turned out that she was not drunk, but sick.

In fact, Song Zhi seldom gets sick. This time, he probably stayed up for several nights and got drunk in the rain. His body was squeezed to the limit.

Because of this, the illness can also be a bit menacing. She was completely laid down and only woke up vaguely for a moment. After the room became quiet again, she fell asleep again.

After Zhou Yan "broke in", what he saw was the scene of his daughter sleeping soundly.

He knocked on the door outside the house to no avail, and there was no one answering his cell phone for a long time. After asking the manor, he learned that his daughter hadn't gone out at all, and she didn't even go downstairs to eat breakfast.

In other words, the daughter was in the room, but there was no response.

At that moment, Zhou Yan couldn't tell what kind of emotion he was in, but his fear overwhelmed everything, and he hurriedly asked someone to open the door.

Turns out - the daughter was just sleeping.

He didn't do anything stupid, and he wasn't trying to play his temper against himself on purpose, he just slept too soundly and didn't hear the door.

Zhou Yan breathed a sigh of relief, both grateful and helpless. Finally, he backed away and approached his daughter.

Just as she was about to wake her up, she saw the self-criticism book on her bedside. Zhou Yan paused, then picked up the tissue paper to read.

Song Zhi thought that the authentic work of Tian|clothes was seamless, but in Zhou Yan's eyes, it was full of flaws everywhere.

Zhou Yichan has been practicing calligraphy since she was a child, and she is able to use lower script with ease. No matter how many times she copies it, no matter how hard she tries to imitate it, she loses its charm. Zhou Yan can almost see the jerky handwriting at a glance, as if it has not been practiced for a long time and is rusty, but it has only been a long time since her daughter graduated, so she will not regress to this point no matter what.

This is too strange, just like her sudden change of English accent, it should have aroused the suspicion of the man.

However, Zhou Yan's thoughts at this moment are temporarily occupied by the content of the review book itself:

"Even if the F1 Grand Prix at Silverstone has aroused my interest in cars, I shouldn't be so ambitious and go directly to the track to practice. "

"Even if my father is Chen Yan's patron, I should not accept his invitation and squander his million-pound sports car at will. I should learn from my father's humility and low-key, and I will deeply reflect on this."

" No matter how sweet the sound of tires rubbing against the ground when drifting, or how strong the sense of freedom of a sports car is, it is not worth mentioning before the safety of life. Dreams and happiness are important, but losing the support of life is empty talk." And so

on There are too many sentences in this review book.

It is not so much a self-analysis review as it is a book of sycophants, indictments, ironic scripts, and carnival afterplaying.

Zhou Yan frowned, and finally couldn't help waking up his daughter: "Zhou Yichan, get up."

There was no response.

He raised his voice again, word by word: "Zhou, Yi, Chan."

Still nothing happened.

Zhou Yan had no choice but to reach out and push his daughter's shoulder.

This time there was finally feedback, however, it was a painful groan.

Zhou Yan was slightly taken aback.

He was too anxious when he entered the room just now, and was distracted when he saw the self-criticism. He didn't realize that his daughter's condition was not right until now. Closing eyes and frowning seemed to be very uncomfortable, blushing didn't look like a lack of oxygen after sleeping for a long time, but it seemed to be burned.

Zhou Yan stretched out his hand to touch her forehead, it was really scalding, and I don't know how long it had been burning.

In an instant, the anger in my heart dissipated, replaced by distress and self-blame.

Zhou Yan made a decisive decision and immediately made several phone calls to arrange medical treatment for his daughter. Returning to the bed, he took off his suit and covered his daughter, picked her up and left.

In fact, during the whole process, Song Zhi had been vaguely aware of something.

She heard that a few people walked into the room, their footsteps were very fast, but she just couldn't open her eyes. It seems that she went back to the time when she transferred to another school for the first time in elementary school. She was sick and lying in the last row of the classroom lifelessly. People walked towards her helpless.

At that time, Song Zhi especially hoped that her mother would find out that she hadn't come home by then, and she especially hoped that her mother could go to the classroom and rescue her home.

But at the end of the night, it was the patrolling teacher who found her.

Song Zhi never forgot that night. In the early autumn night, she felt abandoned by the whole world, and the night rain was cold to the bone.

At this moment, Song Zhi, who was confused by the burning, seemed to have returned to that night of despair.

I thought that I would be forgotten in the corner again, but unexpectedly—a pair of warm and strong hands would hug her.

Song Zhi opened her eyes in a daze, her consciousness and vision were burnt to the point of being extremely blurred, and she only saw a tall figure.

Like the mother I always looked up to when I was a child.

As if years of begging had finally been answered, Song Zhi burst into tears with sourness. She leaned against Zhou Yan's arms, but she opened her mouth and called out aggrieved and attached: "Mom..."