Fairytale Shelf Life [MTL]

Ch 37

Chapter 37

Chen Yan's cold glance instantly brought Song Zhi back to reality.

It seemed that the boy didn't care much at all, and she was the only one who was nostalgic for that splendid encounter in London.

The huge gap stimulated Song Zhi, and she couldn't help turning her head sideways to follow his pace, wanting to take the initiative to call him. But just as his lips parted, he swallowed the words back.

She can stop him, but then what? Do you want to meet his indifference with a smiling face?

This is no longer London. Since Chen Yan thinks that the absurdity and adventure are over and it is better to be a stranger, why should she take the initiative to force it.

Song Zhi then turned back, swiped his ID card, sat down, calmed down and waited for the exam to start.

But after all, there are concerns in the heart, and it is impossible to completely meditate.

She found that she couldn't be as free and easy as she had imagined, and she couldn't stop thinking about the boy at all when they reunited here so unexpectedly.

Aside from those ambiguities that crossed the border, Chen Yan and her, and Zhou Yichan herself, are at least still friends, old friends.

See you next time, I really don't know when it will be, should we say hello to each other?

So she answered the questions with ten lines at a glance, a forty-five-minute exam, and finally she finished it in ten minutes.

The invigilator watched her get a score of "99" so quickly, full of suspicion, took the cheating detection machine and scanned her again, and only allowed her to sign and leave after repeatedly confirming that it was the real score.

Song Zhi chased after him eagerly, and his faster and faster pace revealed his unwillingness to admit it.

It's been a quarter of an hour, he should have left long ago, right? He should have been called to stop just now.

As soon as the negative emotions emerged, the familiar figure reappeared.

The boy hasn't left yet.

He was standing on the steps around the corner, signing autographs for a teacher in the driving school.

Song Zhi stopped abruptly, and when he really saw him, he pretended to meet him again calmly and casually.

But Chen Yan raised her eyes and glanced at her, then said goodbye to the coach with a smile: "My friend is here, so we will see Teacher Yang tomorrow."

"OKOK, I will arrange for you as soon as possible, and I will definitely not delay your game." The coach didn't gossip, and turned around to make room for them.

The coach left quickly, and in an instant, there were only the two of them left in the stairwell.

As if accepting the guidance of fate, Song Zhi no longer hesitated this time.

She tried to suppress her rapid heartbeat, and said as calmly as possible: "What a coincidence, you're still here?" The

girl's tone was still polite, but her eyes were cheerful and bright, and it was hard to hide her shortness of breath from running.

No longer on guard, she even, most likely, deliberately chased after her.

Chen Yan looked at it for a few moments, and there was a hint of a smile in his sharp eyes.

He said, "Unfortunately, I'm waiting for you."

Song Zhi was startled, and met his eyes, somewhat puzzled and somewhat dodged.

After hesitating and deliberating, she still probed and asked, "Then why did you deliberately pretend not to see it just now?"

The girl looked at her, her doubts were real, and there was also a trace of nervousness mixed in. As if, worried that his answer would not be satisfactory.

It is clear that last time she was the one who wanted to take the initiative to distance herself and make nodding acquaintances.

Chen Yan said sincerely: "I was worried that the eldest lady wanted to avoid me again, so I deliberately showed my sincerity and waited for you."

Song Zhi was so emotional that he ignored the key word "you".

She just asked inexplicably: "Why should I avoid you?"

The girl didn't say a word about the last goodbye, and even pretended to be stupid.

But Chen Yan no longer avoided it, and reminded her pointedly: "Because I offended you when we parted in London."

The cross-border kiss on the Thames River and the absurd night flooded into Song Zhi's mind instantly, making Song Zhi's heartbeat even more chaotic.

"Chen Yan, shut up." She stared at the boy, seeming to be angry, "Leave the matter of London in London, why don't you bring it up again?"

However, Chen Yan didn't seem to understand the implied warning.

He approached her wantonly, just like that night at the tail of the yacht, Song Zhi felt lingering fear, stepped back a little, and put his back against the handrail of the stairs.

But at this time, Chen Yan stared at her with a smile, deliberately challenged her bottom line and said, "If I have to mention it, what must I do to ask you to forgive me?" He knew clearly in his heart that he was such a young man

, There is always frivolity in sincerity.

Song Zhijing still felt something in his heart, a strange feeling of shame.

Surprised that Qisi was getting up again, she suddenly stretched out her hand and pushed Chen Yan away: "Then I'll really go."

After saying that, the girl walked sideways past him, as if she really wanted to leave.

Maybe it was because she walked too quickly last time, without thinking, Chen Yan instinctively reached out and grabbed her wrist.

"Don't go." He bowed his head like a vicious dog, begging in a somewhat pleading tone, "It was my fault, miss, stay with me for a while longer."

Song Zhi stood still for a moment.

In fact, she didn't intend to leave at first, but when she turned around and saw the boy's tame and affectionate eyes, she said as if her heart softened: "Okay, I don't have to go." After a pause, she glanced at her wrist, "But you first Let go."

Chen Yan complied, and Yingxiao's eyes followed her all the time.

This is clearly not the first time he has held her hand. He had always led her to their destination so naturally at the track, manor and yacht.

But inexplicably, Song Zhi felt his wrists burning slightly at this moment, as if being scalded, and immediately hid his hands behind his back guiltily.

Unable to circle around these out-of-bounds topics anymore, Song Zhi took a deep breath and took the initiative to start a new topic.

"Seriously, are you going to take your driver's license test here, but don't you have a driver's license in the UK?" "

How did you do in the first test?"

Unexpectedly, the boy also happened to ask.

The words of the two collided, and they looked at each other tacitly, and finally, they avoided each other's eyes.

"It can't be used directly. You can take the driver's license test at the age of 17 in the UK. Anyway, you have to take the test to replace the domestic driver's license. If you are too lazy, you might as well take the test now."

Chen Yan answered her question first, and immediately, if he wanted to break the invisible coyness, he Immediately repeated the question just now: "How about you?"

Song Zhi stared at the boy.

As if blaming him for his indifference just now, she said: "Because of you, my full score is gone."

The intention was to "revenge" him, and also to see his embarrassment.

Unexpectedly, Chen Yan smiled lowly in his throat.

He didn't ask why, but said, "Then I'll pay you." "

How?" Song Zhi was very serious, "I won't do anything that violates the rules and fraud."

Chen Yan smiled deeper, fixed her eyes on her, and encouraged her "I'll teach you how to drive and give you full marks in the road test, okay?"

Song Zhi suppressed the thumping in his chest, restraining the desire to revive.

She was really moved, but she asked rationally: "Aren't you going to compete?"

Chen Yan didn't answer immediately, but looked down at her deeply.

After a long time, Song Zhi's heart will be at peace, and he is about to take the initiative to find an excuse for him to refuse.

But Chen Yan said to her word by word: "You open your mouth, and I'll stay." The

hot wind outside the building seemed to blow in suddenly, taking away Song Zhi's breath, as if the heat of the world suddenly heats up when the scorching heat falls.

She looked into the boy's eyes, as if falling into an irresistible whirlpool.

The proposal that crossed the border but was insane, should have been rejected without thinking, but she actually wanted to agree.

Song Zhi's hand grabbed the white sunscreen, and he wanted to speak regardless of his heart.

It was at this moment—

a sudden commotion came from upstairs, and immediately, the candidates of Section 1 came from top to bottom.

"Chen Yan?! Damn, it's Brother Yan!" A fan recognized the boy and rushed over.

The crowd also cut off Song Zhi's decision.

She suddenly came back to her senses, realizing what kind of deviance she was walking on the edge of, she left the sentence "Let me think about it first", turned and fled in a hurry.

Song Zhi began to regret it when he got home.

She also didn't understand why she had the idea of ​​running away at that moment. It seems to be more like an instinctive behavior, exactly the same as that night on the Thames River, sensing that something is out of control, and can only roughly cut off and isolate the source of the dangerous signal.

Fleeing away is strange and embarrassing.

After Song Zhi calmed down, he clicked on the dialog box with Chen Yan, wanting to resume the interrupted topic.

"How long will you stay in China?"

It was too much like asking to keep him, delete it.

"Are you going to leave after your driver's license test?"

It seemed that he was deliberately inquiring about his itinerary before deleting it.

"Thank you racer, the level of a driving school coach is more suitable for me."

I really refused, as if I was not willing to give up such a good opportunity. After all, my ultimate goal of learning to drive is to become a driver in a university team. In fact, it is more beneficial to learn from a racing driver.

After repeated editing and deletion, Song Zhi finally gave up in frustration.

A wave of restlessness rose in her heart. She didn't like such entanglement, and she didn't like the evasive way of dealing with it. This is not quite like me, but more similar to Zhou Yichan's way of handling it.

After taking a few deep breaths and adjusting, Song Zhi made a decision.

She decided to deal with it coldly, and did not reply or express her opinion. She believed that with Chen Yan's temper, she would not ask too many questions or get to the bottom of it.

Thinking of this, she decisively exited the dialogue box and went to make an appointment with the driving school instructor for practical operation.

And the other end.

Chen Yan saw the top of the chat box, "The other party is typing..." kept flashing for three minutes, repeatedly.

In the end, no new news came in.

He could feel her hesitation through the screen.

Promise and rejection, which one needs repeated hesitation? The answer is beyond doubt.

But since she didn't say it outright, Chen Yan just pretended not to know.

He put away his cell phone, dismissed the idea of ​​contacting her, and returned to the driving school.

Chen Yan had planned to see each other again, but it was disrupted that night.

That night, when he came home, he found his mother was still waiting in the empty living room.

The expected out-of-control yelling did not happen. Tonight, my mother seemed to be in a good state.

Seeing him enter the room, the woman stared at him blankly for a while. Then, she patted the sofa beside her and said, "Would you like to sit with my mother?"

Chen Yan paused suddenly, a little absent-minded.

After a while, he responded: "Of course."

The moment he sat down, his mother held his hand, which was cold, and he shook it back, giving his mother some warmth.

Liang Qinghe felt something and smiled at his son.

Suddenly, Chen Yan thought that her mother had finally healed, and that the pain could finally stop spreading.

Unexpectedly—

the next moment, his mother said to him: "Nishikawa, I didn't tell Homura that you were back. I sent him to study in England as punishment for his mistakes, so Xichuan, don't leave home again, okay?" ?"

It was difficult for Chen Yan to describe how he felt at the moment.

There was a ringing in the ears, as if the car was driven to the limit on the track, and death threats came from all directions. A ball of hot and sour cotton was stuck in the throat, silence also hurt.

"Xichuan? Xichuan!"

He didn't say anything for a long time, and his mother's voice became sharp again: "Why are you ignoring mom? Are you still angry? Xichuan is sorry, it's mom who didn't protect you well! Mom won't forget you, and mom won't forget you this year." How about holding a commemorative meeting for you..."

Chen Yan just came back to his senses.

He hugged his mother, put his forehead on her shoulder, and said in a shy voice: "Mom, I'm sorry."

The woman stopped her incoherent speech, embraced her son, and wept bitterly.

After a while, both the father and the nanny came to hear the sound, and the mother was taken upstairs to appease.

Chen Yanjing waited at the same spot, and sure enough, his father left and returned after a while.

This time, before his father could open his mouth, Chen Yan took the initiative to ask: "What is the memorial party that mother said?" Chen Wendong was

silent for a moment before answering: "Every year on the day of your brother's death, your mother will hold a memorial party for him. One day in advance, she will entertain all of Xi Chuan's friends."

"Are you going to let her open the wound over and over again?"

Chen Yan glared at his father, and he asked, "I've been exiled for so many years, and you did this?"

Chen Wendong looked into his son's red eyes, so calm that he was almost indifferent: "That day was the most stable day for your mother. "

Chen Yan was completely speechless.

But his father walked up to him and said condescendingly: "You are back this year, this is the last commemorative meeting."

So Chen Yan temporarily put aside all other plans.

He didn't contact Song Zhi again, and he didn't go to that driving school again.

Song Zhi was originally nervous about meeting the young man again, and gradually, it turned into doubts about his sudden and complete disappearance.

She refrained from searching for Chen Yan's itinerary, and unilaterally attributed all his previous words and actions to pastime when she was bored.

Until three days later, Zhou Yan opened a black and white invitation letter on the dinner table.

The man suddenly asked her: "Xiaochan, will you go to the Xichuan commemorative meeting this year?"