Waiting for you at the place where you are reborn

Zhang Lang hurriedly shook his head, "Mr. Song, please don't say that. You were born with a silver spoon in your mouth. Many people envy you. How can you be bad?"

"Yes, many people envy me. Do you think I have a sense of self? My synonyms are - Song Siyao's daughter, Yide's daughter."

"Isn't this--bad?"

"Very good—" Song Qiaoran laughed, "Anything I want is within my reach, except Qi Xiangtian."

"Qi Xiangtian, he is not a thing, he is a person." Zhang Lang said.

"I know—" Song Qiaoran suddenly choked up, "I have no shortage of boyfriends, nor do I lack suitors. But Qi Xiangtian, you don't know the influence he has on me."

"What impact?"

"You only know that he saved me," Song Qiaoran's eyes drifted, and the scene five years ago flashed in his mind, "The reason why I gave the bandits the opportunity to kidnap me was because I was rebellious, willful, and decadent at that time... I was 18 years old, I didn't get into college, my dad was flying every day, and no one could control me. I hung out with a group of rich second-generations who were as rich as me every day, drinking, gambling, and racing. After two years of chaos, those people had plenty of opportunities to capture me--"

Zhang Lang said: "Even if you don't go out to play, the kidnappers will have a chance to find you."

Song Qiaoran ignored Zhang Lang's words, her eyes became very gentle, "Qi Xiangtian, walked into the small house where I was locked up alone and saved me. I remember that he was wearing a black jacket that night, with that kind of fearless coldness on his face. As soon as he walked in, he said to me: 'Song Qiaoran, I'm here to take you home.' At that time, I was crawling on the table in the small house, disgusted with myself, and my life was hopeless. In fact, I didn't have much desire to survive. But he appeared, like a savior, and then took me out of the hut. In the car, he drove and said to me: 'Don't be afraid, I will take you home safely, tell me your home address'. I was not afraid at all, I felt that he was sent by God to save me and save my soul as well."

Zhang Lang listened attentively to Song Qiaoran's story. This was a different Song Qiaoran that he had seen.

"After I got home, I asked him who he was and where I could find him. He said he was Qi Xiangtian from the Computer Science Department of Communication University of China. Later, I went to Communication University of China to find him, and I learned that he was studying for a doctorate degree at Communication University of China, but I didn't even get into college. I realized how big the gap between him and me was, so I quickly asked my dad to find a tutor for me so that I could study again and go to college. A year later, he went to the United States to work, and I asked my dad to send me to study in the United States. His teacher when he was working in the United States was a friend my father met when he was working in biopharmaceuticals, so I had more opportunities to meet him in the United States."

"He doesn't talk much, but he's very kind. He would spare no effort to help me with any problem I have. He helped me solve life's difficulties, helped me learn English, and taught me to set goals and ideals..." At this point, Song Qiaoran's tears fell. "You may not understand why I chased him so hard, from Lincheng to the United States to Xijing. It was because Qi Xiangtian's appearance was the beginning of my rebirth. If I hadn't met him, I would still be living a life of drunkenness and dreams, accomplishing nothing."

Zhang Lang took a tissue and handed it to Song Qiaoran. This was the first time he had listened to the complete story of how Qi Xiangtian saved Song Qiaoran. This story, told by Song Qiaoran, became another kind of redemption. He suddenly understood Song Qiaoran's dependence on and following Qi Xiangtian, but reality could not be changed, and feelings could not be forced. Everyone had their own emotional belonging. He could only persuade her:

"Song Qiaoran, after so many years, you have grown up. You should understand that his help to you is his own righteous act, not something he did specifically for you. Moreover, your feelings for him may be more of gratitude, not necessarily love."