Fairytale Shelf Life [MTL]

Ch 47

Chapter 47

Before Song Zhi had time to find an excuse to leave, Chen Yan had already stepped forward.

It would be deliberate to go again at this time, so she simply stood still, intending to wait and see what happened.

However, in front of Zhou Yan, Chen Yan was still relatively restrained.

He first bowed his head to greet the man: "Uncle Zhou, good evening."

Then he shifted his gaze to Song Zhi, and pointedly said: "Miss, you are welcome."

Zhou Yan responded lightly.

Song Zhi really wanted to say "it's not because of you", but the explanation seemed to be a cover-up, and in the end she just followed Zhou Yan.

Then she looked away and stopped looking at the boy.

Chen Yan didn't seem to understand her avoidance, so he took the initiative to ask her: "Shall we sit together? When there is a car show at the festival, how about I act as a free commentary for the eldest lady?" The young man was very scheming and used interrogative sentences all the time

.

In this way, no matter whether he agrees or refuses, she must speak to him.

"No need."

Song Zhi still didn't look at him, but cast his eyes on Zhou Yan beside him: "My father is an automobile expert, so he can explain it to me .

"

I'm happy, and I don't intend to make fun of myself; or, Zhou Yan is here, so it's inconvenient for him to be shameless.

"I'll be here all night. If you need to speak up, I'll be on call at any time." Chen Yan actually gave up on that, and said goodbye to the father and daughter.

On the other hand, Zhou Yan, seeing her daughter's silence the whole time, couldn't help asking at this moment:

"Why don't you even want to say a word, and quarreled with your little friend?"

Song Zhi paused, and muttered: "Is it so obvious?"

" Hmm." Zhou Yan said seriously, "Obviously, my daughter looks like she wants to leave immediately."

Song Zhi heard that the man was teasing himself. She glared at him: "It's not that exaggerated!"

"Yes, yes. It's not an exaggeration for Chen Yan, a brat."

Zhou Yan said yes twice, pulling away the chair for her like comforting a little girl with fried hair, "Let's sit down first, and then criticize|fight him slowly."

Song Zhi sat down according to his words, and replied with a slight smile: " Who wants to talk about him."

"Why don't you talk to Dad about the program of the grand ceremony." She patted the seat beside her.

Zhou Yan didn't sit down, handed her an arrangement form and said, "Father will go to greet a few acquaintances first, can you go through the process yourself first?" "No problem."

She said OK and took the brochure. come over.

The man walked away, while Song Zhi was studying this "Ferrari Night" comfortably leaning on a chair.

Gradually, the infield became full of voices, and the number of guests in the VIP area also increased.

Only then did she realize that in addition to the dinner and speeches, there will be star performances later. And, the "auto show" in Chen Yan's mouth, the car catwalk show.

Song Zhi looked up, wanting to see which stars had been invited.

Unexpectedly——

I saw Chen Yan pull away the chair in front of her and sit down with a smile on her face; and at the other table, Zhou Yan nodded slightly at her.

Apparently, the boy's arrival was Zhou Yan's signal, and the father deliberately left room for them to communicate.

Song Zhi: ...

She really didn't know for a moment whether she should be happy or worried about the man's comfort.

especially.

Chen Yan's first sentence after taking his seat was: "Miss, even your father thinks it's abnormal for us to break up suddenly .

"

Have you spoken to Dad?"

The implication is, don't worry about me, don't use such boring words to oppress me.

Unexpectedly, Chen Yan nodded seriously: "I can't listen." "

My father wants me to return to China to become a rich second generation, but someone calls me a racing driver."

In the dim light, the young man stared at her deeply. : "I decided to listen to her."

Song Zhi recalled the night of farewell on the deck, and the lights were so dim at that moment. The memory suddenly hit her, and she was startled, almost revealing her fake indifference.

After a long silence, she said softly: "Chen Yan, if you really want to listen to her, you should go back to London tomorrow."

Chen Yan wanted to argue.

Song Zhi then said: "The anniversary of your brother's death has passed, and you have obtained your driver's license. You have done everything you need to do, so you can go back to training with peace of mind, can't you?" Chen Yan stared at her for a moment, not saying anything at all

.

"I heard from your dad that you passed the second subject with a full score." He directly started a new topic, "When will you come to the club track to practice again, I still owe you a full score in the road test." Song Zhi imitated his rascal, and answered the wrong question:

" As long as you know that I'm here to celebrate with Dad."

"Hey." The young man laughed happily, leaned back slightly, lifted the chair with one hand and leaned towards her.

He smiled playfully, and said in a deep tone: "Miss, I asked you why you refused and then regretted it, why are you in such a hurry to explain?"

Chen Yan stared at her, as if he had finally found a loophole, and wanted to make her submit .

In fact, Song Zhiye did have a moment of panic to reveal his heart.

Clenching the hem of the skirt tightly with her fingers, she held her momentum, looked straight into the boy's eyes and asked, "No? Then why did you follow me so affectionately?"

Chen Yan didn't answer, but still stared at her sharply; Song Zhi didn't know either. Retreat, and always face him bravely.

The silent confrontation lasted for a long time.

In the end, Chen Yan pulled out a big smile, and conjured up a bunch of keys in his hands like magic, and brought them to her eyes.

He smirked and said, "Of course I'm also here to congratulate the eldest lady."

Song Zhi didn't say a word, but just looked at him.

As if asking with his eyes: what do you mean.

Chen Yan seemed to understand, shook the key, and pushed it in front of her.

"This is all the keys to the club I took you to play with last time, and it's a gift for you to pass Section 2."

He said, "I guess I will ask you out again, but it will be a free appointment. Recently, the club is closed to the public. I will give you the key. You can practice your car at any time during the day and night."

The boy suddenly stood up.

"If you give it away, it's your thing. Keep it, give it away, or throw it away, and you can deal with it." He gave her a last deep look, turned and left.

And Song Zhi's eyes stopped on the bunch of keys for a long time.

It is like a treasure that carries a curse: if you lose it, you are reluctant; if you can accept it, you have to pay a price.

She stared at it for a long time, not knowing how to make a choice.

Until, the grand ceremony is about to begin.

The guests at this table were seated one after another, and Song Zhi caught a glimpse of Zhou Yan leaving and returning from the corner of his eye. In an instant, she gripped the keychain tightly and put it sideways into the bag properly.

She finally accepted the treasure given by the boy.

After Zhou Yan came back, he asked her specifically, "How was the talk?"

Song Zhi smiled and vaccinated him in advance: "The conversation almost collapsed."

Zhou Yan was quite surprised, but didn't ask any more, just said: "Then don't talk about him, let's watch something fun." As

soon as he finished speaking, the two A line of waiters began to serve meals with trays.

Immediately, the host announced that "Ranqing" had officially kicked off, and the President of Ferrari China took the stage to deliver a speech.

Song Zhi's VIP table was close to the stage, and she found that the president who was giving the speech was the one Zhou Yan had just talked to.

The man was sitting beside her, but she suddenly felt that she was far away from him.

So is Chen Yan.

Ever since Song Zhi left and returned this time, it seemed that she often felt that the closer they got to her, the more distant she felt.

Another person was invited to the stage. He was the first rich man in China to buy a Ferrari. The red convertible sports car from that year was displayed on the big screen.

Fu Hao said: "When I bought this car, bicycles were actually still luxury goods at that time. But, I just fell in love with each other at a glance. If you like something, you can buy it for as much as you want..."

Hearing this, Song Zhi was startled: she was the one who couldn't afford a bicycle, while Zhou Yan and Chen Yan were the ones who could easily own a Ferrari.

Thinking of this, the mood suddenly became lower.

Beside him, Zhou Yan seemed to feel something.

"What's wrong?" the man asked her, "Are you still unhappy about what happened just now?"

Song Zhi shook his head and said frankly, "No. I was just wondering when I would be able to afford a Ferrari." "

You already own a Ferrari ." Zhou Yan said.

Song Zhi looked at him sideways, and said seriously: "To be precise, it belongs to my father. I want a complete Ferrari that belongs only to me."

In fact, it is impossible for a man to understand her implication.

But inexplicably, Song Zhi was willing to confide in him. Perhaps, even though she knew it was a lie, she still regarded Zhou Yan as her father in her heart.

Talking to him is like talking to your father.

Zhou Yan raised his eyebrows and smiled, and said, "Father is very happy."

"Huh?" Song Zhi was puzzled.

He said: "My daughter has started to think about self-reliance, shouldn't she be happy?"

Song Zhi smiled wryly: "It's easy to be self-reliant, but it's difficult to be able to buy a Ferrari." "

So what?"

Zhou Yan pointed at her Xin asked, "What are you afraid of? Don't you believe in your ability?"

Song Zhi was suddenly taken aback.

On the stage, the host announced the start of the "Car Runway Show", and the heavy black door on the left opened. The white light was shining brightly, and an out-of-print red Ferrari burst out of the smoke and went on a dynamic tour around the venue.

One after another, classic sports cars drove into the infield, setting off bursts of voices.

Luxurious cars kept passing before Song Zhi's eyes, but she only looked at Zhou Yan and heard him say to herself: "

Dad also bought his first Ferrari when he was 35 years old. My company, when I was 25 years old, It was established."

"From being self-reliant to owning a Ferrari, it took another ten years for Dad to accumulate."

"You are only 18 years old, you are 35 years old, and you have nearly 20 years to work hard. You don't need to be afraid of anything at all." It was

like talking about the charm of cars and science at the Silverstone Circuit. At this moment, the man looked at Her eyes were just as bright.

He told her very confidently: "Dad has great confidence in you, so don't underestimate yourself. You know?"

Yes.

While they're completely separate worlds now, she still has decades to spend chasing.

The future she chooses overlaps with both Zhou Yan and Chen Yan. Maybe there is only one fairy tale in this summer vacation, but as long as she works hard enough, she will definitely see you again, right?

Song Zhi's gloomy mood was activated again, and he became a little bit uplifted.

A smile appeared on her face, and the more she smiled, she said firmly: "Father, I will definitely be the one who buys a Ferrari."

The girl raised her hand and pointed to the French King Rafa who was driving by Chen Yan and announced: "This is the one. "

Zhou Yan picked up the champagne and toasted his daughter: "It's a deal."

"It's a deal!" Song Zhi clinked glasses with her decisively.

After a crisp jingle, the bubbles rise sharply, creating a flowing galaxy in the cup.

Dreamlike and joyful, it is a perfect backdrop for this "burning engine" ceremony.

Song Zhi's mood was lightened by the strings of bubbles. She threw away all her troubles and followed Zhou Yan to enjoy the unique car show.

The man told her the number of revolutions of the engine, and she analyzed with him how many years she had to struggle for different models.

It wasn't until the invited stars began to perform on stage that Zhou Yan got up and left for necessary communication.

Song Zhi was enjoying the singing and dancing of a pink-haired idol on the stage. It should be called "paste beans", she had never heard of it, but she finished it with a little wine because it was pleasing to the eye.

After finishing the repertoire, she was going to visit the real exhibition room on the second floor.

Suddenly, her eyes accidentally caught a long-lost familiar figure, and she couldn't help but pause.

It was Jiang Shuyue, whom she had not seen since returning from London.

Holding a bouquet of flowers, the girl walked towards the pink-haired idol with a smile on her face. She had an earnest expression, as if she had made a request, but the big star smiled and shook her head.

Jiang Shuyue didn't give up, she pouted and said something coquettishly.

Song Zhi watched it with great interest, and even picked up his mobile phone to take a picture of the girl begging for help.

As the two approached, she turned around calmly, preparing to dodge.

Although Song Zhi has now reached a delicate balance with Jiang Shuyue, it doesn't mean she wants to deal with him.

She was too lazy to take care of such a happy occasion today.

As a result -

just turned around and didn't take two steps, the pink-haired idol suddenly accelerated and went straight to Song Zhi's side.

"Hi!"

Among the crowd, Little Star patted her on the shoulder and called her to stop.

Song Zhi stopped suspiciously and turned around.

I saw the little star smiled at Jiang Shuyue again, and said, "Sorry, I met a friend, how about next time?"