Waiting for you at the place where you are reborn

Why does this man named Zhang Keyan, who is neat and tidy in a white shirt and a gray windbreaker, look so familiar? His eyes, outline, figure, every part of him, why do I feel like I have seen him before?

Wu Linxi stood up involuntarily and took a few steps towards Zhang Keyan. She took a deep breath secretly. The smell of this person was surprisingly familiar!

Wu Linxi's mind suddenly went blank.

Zhang Keyan also stared at the person in front of him in a trance until he heard Zeng Yifan introduce: "This is the host of today's interview column, Wu Linxi. You two can have a chat first."

"Wu Linxi." Zhang Keyan murmured her name and blurted out: "Lin of the forest, Xi of the stream."

"How did you know?" Wu Linxi's eyes were suddenly filled with tears. How could this strange voice say such familiar words?

At this time the door was suddenly opened, and the station director An Junfeng appeared in the recording studio with a familiar figure. Wu Linxi recognized her. She was Song Qiaoran, the daughter of Yide and the one who had once been madly in love with Qi Xiangtian.

An Junfeng said to her, "Wu Linxi, you should take good care of Zhang Keyan. He just came back from India and the Philippines and doesn't know much about China. Don't ask too many in-depth questions."

Wu Linxi didn't hear clearly what An Junfeng said, her eyes were focused on Zhang Keyan.

Song Qiaoran walked up to Zhang Keyan, took his arm and said affectionately: "I have prepared an English manuscript for you. You can take a look if you need it. The interview program is nothing more than a casual chat."

Zhang Keyan nodded perfunctorily. He didn't pay much attention to Song Qiaoran's words. His eyes were always on Wu Linxi in front of him.

Wu Linxi came to her senses. Zhang Keyan was Song Qiaoran's fiancé, so the station director came to greet her in person. She quickly turned around, wiped the tears from her eyes, and held out her hand to Zhang Keyan: "Hello, Zhang Keyan, welcome to the interview column."

"Hello, Wu Linxi." Zhang Keyan held her hand.

At that moment, Wu Linxi was stunned again, and a current passed through Zhang Keyan's hand and spread throughout her body. This hand, the size, temperature, and humidity were all so familiar.

Zhang Keyan was also in a daze. He even held her hand tighter and didn't want to let go.

"Keyan——" Song Qiaoran shouted.

"Lin Xi——" Zeng Yifan shouted.

"There are still ten minutes left. You can each sit down and try the microphone and receiver," said Zeng Yifan.

The two of them sat down separately, and Song Qiaoran asked An Junfeng: "Uncle An, if Ke Yan is not used to it later, can we end it early?"

"No problem. If Keyan doesn't want to talk anymore, Wu Linxi can complete the column alone and insert two Yide advertisements."

Song Qiaoran nervously followed An Junfeng out of the recording studio, and stood at Zeng Yifan's director's position to watch.

Her eyes, unblinking, stared at the two people who were interviewing in the room - Wu Linxi, who had once made Qi Xiangtian fall in love with her, was still as beautiful as ever; and Zhang Keyan, who was sitting next to her, had a look on his face when he looked at Wu Linxi that vaguely resembled someone else.

Song Qiaoran's heart suddenly tightened.

"Zhang Keyan, this name brings excitement to Lincheng, just like the spring breeze in March. Zhang Keyan, your appearance has fulfilled the last wish of Song Siyao, the chairman of Yide Pharmaceutical, for his benefactors; it has fulfilled your mother's hope for the continuation of life; and it is a great comfort to your father in his nine springs. Your return has moved Lincheng." Wu Linxi looked at Zhang Keyan beside him, tears filling his eyes. He had been doing the show for six years, and he had never been as abnormal as today.