The Fragrant Romance of the Abandoned House

Song Yi was in the office dealing with the work that he missed due to hospitalization a few days ago, when he heard the knock on the door, he said "Come in" without looking up.

Manager Wang led Steerforth in and said, "Xiao Song."

Song Yi raised his head, and seeing the blond man in front of him, he was stunned, and his typing hands also stopped.Even though it had been seven years since the last time they met, he still recognized the strange yet familiar face in front of him at a glance.

He couldn't help frowning, and a trace of disgust flashed across his face, but he stood up with a smile in the next second, "Manager, what's the matter?"

Steerforth also recognized Song Yi at a glance. Although he was surprised, he didn't show it, as if he had an appointment with Song Yi, and the two of them pretended to be strangers who had never met.

Manager Wang introduced: "Xiao Song, this is Mr. Quentin Steves. He is the first customer of our company's new products. He came to observe our company today. Isn't this just the time for your sales department? Let me introduce you to each other."

"That's it," Song Yi smiled, and stretched out his hand to Steerforth, "Hello, Mr. Steerforth, I'm Song Yi, the director of the sales department."

Steves smiled and held Song Yi's hand, "Hello, Mr. Song."

Song Yi quickly withdrew his hand, "Mr. Steerforth's Chinese is very good."

Manager Wang laughed and said, "Yeah, I was startled when I spoke. I don't have any accent at all. Okay, Xiao Song, go ahead and stop disturbing you." He turned around, "Steves Sir, I will take you to the R&D department to have a look."

Steerforth nodded, and when he left, he turned his head and glanced at Song Yi slightly.

Song Yi stood where he was and looked coldly at the tall figure who had gone away. After a long silence, he sat down again and continued to work.

As soon as the off-duty time came, Qi Jingzhi didn't run away as usual, but stayed in the company for a while, working very diligently to continue today's unfinished work.

In fact, he was waiting for the leader of his model worker.

Sure enough, all the other employees in the office had left, and Song Yi hadn't come out of the room yet.

Indulging Song Yi to leave the office for the last time was Qi Jingzhi's last tenderness, but it was almost dark, and this guy was still stuck in the room.

Qi Jingzhi packed up his things, walked over and knocked on the door of the minister's office, "I said Minister Song, can you get off work now?"

Song Yi looked up at him.

Qi Jingzhi leaned against the door with his pocket in his pocket, his tone sounded a little helpless: "Ballball, can you listen to your subordinates' opinions?"

"Success." Song Yi turned off the computer and cleared the table.

When the two of them walked out of the company building, it was already late, and the street lights on the side of the road were turned on one by one.

Steerforth sat quietly in the car, saw Song Yi coming out of the company, and got out of the car immediately.

"Mr. Song." Steerforth walked towards Song Yi.

Song Yi stopped and looked at the person in front of him expressionlessly, "Mr. Steerforth, what's the matter?"

"I wonder if Mr. Song has time to have a drink with me now?"

"Excuse me sir, I'm rushing home."

"Don't you have time to talk about work?"

Qi Jingzhi looked at the foreigner in front of him with a displeased face, and after a while, he heard Song Yi agree: "Okay."

He was a little dissatisfied, and regardless of the status of the foreigner in front of him, he blurted out: "It's so late now, is there any work that we can't talk about tomorrow?"

Steerforth took a look at Qi Jing, didn't get angry because of his rudeness, just raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "You are the one who helped me find the bathroom in the morning."

Qi Jingzhi had a stinky face, "Yeah, what's wrong?"

Song Yi looked at Steves and frowned, then turned to Qi Jingzhi and said, "You go back first, I'll go back after I finish talking with him."

Qi Jingzhi stared at Song Yi without saying a word, no emotion could be seen on his face.

"Mr. Song, your subordinates treat you..."

"I'm leaving." Qi Jingzhi interrupted Steves, turned and left.

Song Yi took a deep look at Qi Jingzhi's leaving back, then turned to Steerforth and said, "You don't need to drink, just say what you want to say here."

Steerforth smiled, staring at Song Yi with smiling green eyes, "Long time no see, Song Yi."

On the way back, Qi Jingzhi was so angry that he saw a trash can on the side of the road and wanted to kick it up. He originally wanted to drive Song Yi home early today to rest, but he killed a bullshit foreigner on the way. It seems that he is still very familiar with Song Yi.Talking about work, those eyeballs are almost sticking to Song Yi, don't think he can't see it.

Many foreigners are gay, right?

Qi Jingzhi walked and thought, the more he thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong, not because he felt that something was wrong with the foreigner, but because he felt that something was wrong with him.He clicked his tongue, aimed at a handful of dogtail grass by the side of the road, and swept it over with his foot. The dogtail grass swayed and looked at him like a little long-haired head.

No matter how he looked at it, Qi Jingzhi felt that this little flower was not pleasing to the eye, so he squatted down and picked one, and walked towards home depressed.

"Mr. Steerforth, is there anything you need to explain to me about work?" Song Yi stood at the door of the company and looked at Steerforth coldly.

"I saw a very good coffee shop near here, don't you really want to go?"

"No, I don't have the habit of drinking coffee at night."

"Okay then," Steerforth stroked his blond hair that was blown by the evening wind, "you know I'm not looking for you for business, just to catch up with old friends."

"I don't remember having an old friend like you."

"Hey, don't talk so coldly. Where's your sister? Is she okay after all these years? She should be married..."

Before Steerforth finished speaking, Song Yi grabbed him by the collar, "It's not about work, Mr. Steerforth should not waste his time talking." He stared at Steerforth, There was an unconcealable hatred in his eyes.

Steerforth was not annoyed, but just looked at the wound on Song Yi's eye, "What's wrong with your eye? Is it hurt?"

Song Yi let go of his hand, "If there's nothing else, I'll leave first."

"Song Yi," Steerforth stopped him, "I'm sorry about what happened back then, and I hope your sister is doing well now."

Song Yi stopped on the spot with his back to him, gritted his teeth and remained silent for a long time, until the second he left.

What else is there to say?His sister left a long time ago, seven years ago, and she will never come back.

He pressed his sore eyes with his hands, and wandered aimlessly on the way home, as if controlled by habit, he came to the roadside stall that he used to go to alone.

It was very lively here, he picked a corner seat and sat down, staring at the crowd walking back and forth in a daze.

The boss came over when he saw Song Yi, "Young man, I haven't seen you here for a long time, what's wrong with you?"

Song Yi raised his head and smiled, "Boss, have you ever learned mind reading skills?"

"Hey, I don't know how to read minds. Every time you come to me, you look sad. I still can't see it. What do you want to eat today? Still the same?"

Song Yi nodded, "More bars, Bai."

"Okay, wait."

After waiting for a while, the food was ready. Song Yi didn't eat a few mouthfuls of food, but just poured wine into his belly. He blushed, propped his head and looked at the bustling figure in front of him, his vision gradually blurred stand up.

After dinner, Qi Jingzhi went to find Song Wei. He admitted that the ulterior motive is not in wine, but in the mountains and rivers.

It's a pity that Shanshui didn't come back.

He said he called and said he would eat out and come back.

So he absent-mindedly played with Song Wei for a while and then went home. After lying on the bed and playing with his mobile phone for a while, he stared at the ceiling in a daze.He rolled the quilt and turned over, saw the pillow next to the bed, he pulled the pillow to his side, and stared at the small animal sewn on the pillow for a few seconds.

It was sewn on by Song Yi.

Puppies and bunnies.

He froze for a while, then stretched out his finger and poked the little rabbit.

Time passed by every minute, and he was not at ease when playing with his mobile phone, nor was he in the mood to watch TV, Qi Jingzhi struggled on the bed for a long time holding on to the little bit of arrogance deep in his heart.

In the end, he dawdled and took the phone, and called Song Yi.

Song Yi didn't answer the first call, Qi Jingzhi miraculously patiently made another call.

This time it rang twice.

"Hello..." Song Yi's lazy voice came from the other end of the phone, as if he hadn't woken up.

Qi Jingzhi rubbed his nose, "It's me, where are you... have you gone home?"

"Not yet..." Song Yi rubbed his temples and looked around, the people at the roadside stalls had almost left.

"What? Are you still outside?" Qi Jingzhi sat up, "Why haven't you come home yet?"

Song Yi's mind was muddled, and his voice was a little fluttering: "Immediately... come back..."

"Did I rely on you to drink? Where are you? Tell me and I'll come to you."

Song Yi propped his chin and smiled, "No, I'll come right away."

After finishing speaking, he hung up the phone, making Qi Jingzhi on the other end of the phone look confused.

Coming soon?

Where are you coming from?

This man must have been drunk to grandma's house!

In fact, the roadside stall that Song Yi went to was very close to the community, and he could get home within a few steps. Song Yi did drink a lot, but he was a good drinker, and he was not drunk to the level of his grandma's house.He shook the soles of his feet all the way, and wandered into the community.

Qi Jingzhi was still dressing in the room and was about to go out to find Song Yi, when he heard a rapid knock on the door.

He opened the door and saw Song Yi standing outside the door leaning on the wall.

"Song Yi?"

Hearing Qi Jingzhi's voice, Song Yi raised his head, squinted his eyes and looked at the person in front of him, he grinned, and suddenly fell on top of him, "Let me tell you, I'll come right away." He crooked Rubbing his head against Qi Jingzhi's shoulder.

"Damn, how much did you drink?" Qi Jingzhi picked up Song Yi, he couldn't care less about the awkwardness, he felt numb in his shoulders, half of him was going to be paralyzed.

Before Song Yi completely lost consciousness, Qi Jingzhi helped him into his room and let him lie on the bed to wake up.

"I'm going to get a towel."

When Qi Jingzhi came back, there was no one on the bed, Song Yi stood barefoot by the wall, looking up at the painting on the wall.

"This painting..." Song Yi turned around, "Why is it here?"

Qi Jingzhi stood there not knowing how to explain it. He must not be able to explain this matter now, Song Yi was still drunk, and he always felt that the expression on Song Yi's face seemed to be something he had never seen before.

There was a hint of sadness and helplessness.

Seeing that Qi Jingzhi didn't answer, Song Yi turned his head. He lowered his head and remained silent for a few seconds, then suddenly took the painting off the wall. In the next second, Qi Jingzhi watched him put the painting heavily fell to the ground.

"What are you doing!?" Qi Jingzhi walked over quickly.

Song Yi squatted down, his nose became more and more sour, and he stared at the broken picture frame with red eyes.

Seeing him like this, Qi Jingzhi hurriedly explained: "I picked up this painting, if you want to give it to me...Song Yi...you..."

The man squatting on the ground hooked the teardrops from the corners of his eyes, and his eyelashes were covered with steam. Qi Jingzhi was a little at a loss when he saw Song Yi like this for the first time.

He squatted down in front of him, "Song Yi, what's wrong with you?"

Song Yi didn't speak, just bit his lower lip and stared blankly at the painting on the ground.

Qi Jingzhi suddenly became angry while feeling distressed.

This person is always like this, he can never understand what he is thinking, what he has experienced before, although these have nothing to do with him, but he just wants to know everything about him, and wants to understand Song Yi thoroughly.

Qi Jingzhi leaned against him, and suddenly hugged Song Yi over, held his head and said, "I don't know why you suddenly became like this, if you are sad, just tell me, don't just keep silent Okay? You're all drunk, can't you let me see your mess?"

Song Yi buried his head in Qi Jingzhi's shoulder, and his mind became a mess. After a long time, he closed his eyes and said in a muffled voice: "This painting is for my sister, but she was painted seven years ago. I left without even having time to take a look at the painting."

Qi Jingzhi squatted on the spot holding Song Yi in his arms and remained silent.

Song Yi blinked vigorously, "I only have Song Wei as my relative."

After he finished speaking, even the air was silent, Qi Jingzhi stroked the back of his neck, feeling his shoulders were a little wet.