Reborn 1980: Cannon fodder mother changes her life against fate

"Why are you here?"

The director who was beaten to the ground was still covering his cracked mouth and groaning. Song Zhiyu noticed someone hiding in the corner and peeking out of his peripheral vision.

"This is not the place to talk. I'll take you home first."

Xiao Ya followed him in a daze, and naturally opened the back seat door. Unexpectedly, the man reached out and pushed it back. Then he told her "sit in the passenger seat", then walked around the front of the car and got into the driver's seat.

Xiao Ya patted her cheeks and tried to wake herself up.

Just when she was steeling herself and preparing to say a few words, the man suddenly leaned over.

His cold smokey woody fragrance was all over her body, and his breath seemed to burn the skin of her neck.

too close……

"You, what are you doing?"

He pulled the seat belt and stretched the diagonal belt from the girl's shoulders to the waist and buckled it tightly. The process did not take more than 30 seconds. After completion, Song Zhiyu left decisively and sat back down.

Xiao Ya's face turned red from holding back, and she scratched her toes in embarrassment.

She thought... Because of her "dirty" thoughts, Xiao Ya didn't dare to look at him directly. A red face was printed on the car window, clearly visible through the reflection.

"Where do you live?"

"Ok?"

There was a crossroads ahead. While waiting for pedestrians to pass, Song Zhiyu turned his face, looked into the girl's eyes, and asked again and again, "Where do you live?"

"Oh, turn around at the intersection ahead. There is a Tongrentang Pharmacy at No. 403, Fenglin Road and Kaiyun Street. Just park next to the pharmacy."

"Left or right?"

"Turn left."

She was speechless for a moment, and the evening wind blew away some of the alcohol. She lifted her messy hair and tucked it behind her ears, revealing her fair and delicate earlobes.

Small and exquisite, it looks soft... Song Zhiyu looked away and accelerated the car.

"Stop here," Tongrentang's signboard glows with bright white light, illuminating the way home for passers-by.

Xiao Ya unbuckled her seat belt, but the man beside her remained silent. The car roof lights were turned off, and his entire face was in darkness, showing no emotion.

The door opened closed again.

Thinking of what she was going to say later, she swallowed nervously, and the leather bag placed on her knees was squeezed out of shape.

"Do you have something to say?" The man's voice was faint. The light sweeping from a distance happened to hit the bridge of his tall nose. His profile was sharp and his jawline was clear and resolute, which was intimidating.

Xiao Ya stared at the man under the dim light almost obsessively. Realizing that she had lost her composure, she quickly lowered her head and muttered: "There is something that I have been holding in my heart for a long time."

"You said."

"I like you. I've liked you since the day I met you." Xiao Ya worked hard, closed her eyes, and blurted out the secret hidden in her heart.

The client who was being confessed was silent for a long time. He did not speak. Xiao Ya's heart fell straight down, as if it was about to fall into an endless abyss.

"Thank you for your love, but I don't have time to talk about the love between my children now." The steady voice was unhurried, with just the right amount of alienation.

This is a rejection...

Although disappointed, she had already expected this outcome.He was stunned for a moment, then put on an ugly smile and smoothed things over for himself by saying, "Well, I understand. Don't be burdened. Just think of what I said today as nonsense. You didn't hear anything."

"What a mess?" Song Zhiyu turned on the roof lights and looked directly at the girl in the passenger seat with a slight frown.

He was angry and funny, "In your eyes, my memory is so bad? I pretended that I didn't hear anything."

"I, that's not what I meant. I just wanted to say..." Xiao Ya hurriedly retorted, speaking incoherently, but she gradually lowered her head under the man's smiling eyes.

Song Zhiyu scratched his eyebrows and sighed softly: "I remember the first time I met you. You had a good temper. You had the courage to stand up for your friends when facing gangsters from other schools."

Changing the subject, he continued: "Why did you get bullied by an old man so stupidly today?"

"The old man is my leader, and I also resisted." She retorted in a low voice.

"At work, he always eats you?"

"He didn't dare to do it openly when his colleagues were around."

After hearing her answer, her originally gentle and gentle face suddenly turned as cold as ice.

He wanted her to change his job, but then he thought about it. He had just rejected her confession, so how could he have any position to comment on the other party's affairs?

He rolled down the window, stuck his head out and looked at the deep alley next to the drug store, and said, "How long does it take to walk into the alley?"

"Three or four minutes."

"I'll accompany you for a while."

Song Zhiyu put out the ignition, took out the key, and took a long step forward. Xiao Ya had to run in small steps to keep up.

Sensing the effort of the little woman behind him, Song Zhiyu slowed down and waited for her to walk side by side.

"I thought you were always a gentleman."

"Sorry, I just lost my mind and thought about something." "He is tall, and the dim light casts a long shadow on the wall, one higher and one lower, which looks like a perfect match.

Xiao Ya shifted her gaze from the shadow to the person beside her and said softly: "Are you tired recently?"

"Tired, very tired."

In order to promote the project, he flew frequently for two consecutive months, which almost turned him into a trapeze artist.

The alley is not long, and it is very narrow. Two people walking side by side will inevitably have physical contact. The friction between the sleeves of the clothes makes Xiao Ya tense throughout the whole process. In addition, the vision is dim, and she will trip on a stone without noticing. Feet.

In the flash of lightning, Song Zhiyu stretched out his arms to hug her and said in a low voice, "Be careful."

It was so ambiguous that Xiao Ya felt uncomfortable. She immediately jumped away, coughed repeatedly and said, "I'm here."

"you……"

"I won't go up. I'll fly to New York tomorrow morning."

"Okay, then...goodbye." Looking back three times, Xiao Ya knew that if Song Zhiyu didn't take the initiative, the chance of meeting next time would be slim.

So she allowed herself to indulge once more, turned around and stood on the stairs, her delicate and gentle face hidden in the weak warm yellow light of the corridor, her pear dimples sinking slightly.

She said: "Song Zhiyu, thank you, I am very happy today. Even though I was rejected by you, I am still happy. Many times, only in dreams have I had the opportunity to be so close to you and spend such a long time with you."

"So, to a certain extent, you have fulfilled my expectations. From now on, no matter what, I wish you everything goes well and that what you wish for is what you get."

Song Zhiyu stood at the entrance of the corridor and looked up at her. After listening quietly, his eyebrows moved slightly, and he quickly pursed his lips and smiled, "Okay, I understand, you should go to bed early."

"By the way, if you can, I suggest you change your job. Your boss was beaten by me, and I'm afraid he will take out his anger on you."

Xiao Ya stared at him without blinking and said "hmm" softly.

"I have it in my mind."

This time, Song Zhiyu was really gone.Following the backlight, the tall and straight figure disappeared at the entrance of the alley.

As he said, Xiao Ya's life in the workplace became more and more miserable. She was always being misled by her petty boss, and even her elder sisters and colleagues who got along well with her couldn't stand it anymore.

Secretly ask her to make a report, inform the boss, or apply for transfer to the department.