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Song Rang was directly dumbfounded by Xu Shixi's question.

Not only him, but even Yuan Maojia and Cheng Yan were a little inexplicable, especially Cheng Yan.

He couldn't help but look at Song Rang. Before Song Rang came, Xu Shixi seemed to be in a good mood. Why did the atmosphere in this small studio become tense when he came?

Did he offend Xu Shixi when?

Did he come to apologize?

Like a child who did something wrong, Song Rang carefully repeated Yuan Maojia's words: "I met Brother Yuan in the bathroom, and he said you were there, so I just wanted to say hello to you."

He looked at Xu Shixi cautiously, and his voice was like a mosquito: "Xu Shixi, did I disturb you?"

Xu Shixi kept looking down at the magazine in his hand, holding a thin page between his slender fingertips, and slowly turned a page in Song Rang's voice.

He replied: "Yeah."

The room was completely silent, as if being strangled by an invisible hand.

Although Xu Shixi is notoriously unenthusiastic in the circle, he has never given a chance to be criticized in terms of etiquette. It is really rare to answer without giving people face.

Yuan Maojia thought that he was in a bad mood and blamed Song Rang, although he himself felt that the reason seemed a bit far-fetched, so he smoothed things over: "It's all my fault, I sent Xiao Rang here, if I had known you were in a bad mood, I would have done it myself." Stay away from you."

As he spoke, he winked at Song Rang.

Aidou was in a bad mood and rushed to disturb him, Song Rang immediately took the blame on himself.

Yuan Maojia said: "Xiao Rang, you go back first, and I will ask Old Xu to apologize to you later."

"No, no, I came at the wrong time." Song Rang waved his hand, and he said, "Then I'll go first——"

Before he finished speaking, Xu Shixi closed the magazine with a snap, and finally raised his head to look at the person not far from him.

He directly issued the order to evict the guest: "Go out."

Song Rang opened his eyes in astonishment, and it took two seconds for him to react, and quickly apologized: "Yes, I'm sorry."

His pretty face was full of embarrassment, the crimson color from his ears spread to his face, and he retreated from the room as if fleeing, Yuan Maojia hurriedly chased him out to explain.

Facing him, Song Rang forced a smile: "It's okay, Brother Yuan, you don't need to apologize, Xu Shixi is in a bad mood today, I understand."

When he turned around, his always bright black eyes suddenly dimmed.

Song Rang thought that they could at least be regarded as friends.

Xu Shixi looked at him just now without any disgust or disgust. It can be said that he was so calm that there was no fluctuation. Everything is just wishful thinking.

The tenderness when we met last time was like his Nankeyimeng.

Song Rang was a little sad, and he seemed weak when he pushed away from the modeling room: "I'm back."

He sat in front of the dressing table, like a wilting cabbage that hasn't absorbed nutrients for a few days.

His mood was always written on his face, and Ruan Yuwei felt something was wrong when she saw it, she asked: "What's the matter, who did you meet, and was bullied?"

Song Rang shook his head lightly twice: "It's nothing." He scanned around the room, but didn't see Song Ruan, and asked, "Where is Song Ruanruan?"

"Go to the bathroom." Ruan Yuwei said.

On the other hand, after Song Rang left, Yuan Maojia couldn't hold back anymore, and began to question Xu Shixi when he returned to the room: "Old Xu, what's the matter with you! Little Rang came to you happily, and you just drove him away like this!" gone?"

Xu Shixi slowly put the magazine on his lap aside, he stood up, his eyes were level with Yuan Maojia's.

"All the dresses you can wear are there, choose yourself." He said, "I'm going to the bathroom."

His attitude was obviously that he didn't want to communicate. Yuan Maojia had no choice but to watch him walk out of the room.

Xu Shixi didn't want to go to the bathroom, saying that going to the bathroom was just an excuse, if he continued to stay there, he would inevitably be questioned by Yuan Maojia in various ways, buzzing around his ears like a fly, so annoying to death.

He pushed open the bathroom door, walked straight to the sink, bent slightly, and let the cold water wash his hands.

The dense foam flowed into the drain in circles under the water pressure. He stared at the water column, but he always remembered Song Rang's disappointed face when he left.

From the restroom to Xu Shixi's styling room, you will pass the public rest area on the fourth floor. Today's IN appointments are full, everyone is busy doing styling, and no one stays in the rest area.

Xu Shixi was not in a hurry to go back, so he picked a sofa and sat down with his back facing the floor-to-ceiling window. The sun could no longer be seen outside the window, and his peripheral vision seemed to be gilded.

Xu Shixi sat in the sunset and opened the music arrangement software on his phone.

After going to the toilet, Song Ruan washed her hands in the children's washbasin. She was a little short and had to step on her feet to reach the water.

After washing and drying, she was still unscrewing the hand creams on the side tray and smelling them one by one. She picked out a favorite scent and squeezed it on the back of her hand. While applying it, she asked loudly the stylist assistant who hadn't come out yet: "Sister, how long will you have?"

The child's voice was high-pitched and thin, echoing in the empty bathroom.

The assistant lady who brought her to the bathroom seemed to have diarrhea and asked her to wait a while.

Song Ruan was bored, sitting on the soft stool outside the bathroom and looking around.

A staff member came out of a room pushing a row of clothes, and she immediately saw a small skirt hanging on a hanger, aqua blue, like a mermaid princess.

At her age, she was easily attracted by other things, and instantly forgot that she was still waiting for someone, and ran after the staff in front with her short legs.

Song Ruan was not as high as the opponent's thigh, and was followed by a pile of clothes in the elevator without being found. After he got out of the elevator and pushed these clothes into a special clothing room, Song Ruan no longer knew that he was running. where.

The lady at the front desk asked her the room number, and she didn't remember it. She just lowered her head and called the supervisor, and the child disappeared.

Today the IN studio is full of appointments, almost every private room has reserved artists, the whole studio is quiet, and there is no one in the corridor.

The decoration of each floor of IN is very similar. Song Ruan felt like the room she came out of. After wandering all the way, after accidentally breaking into a few other people's styling rooms, she ran to the fourth floor, and finally found a room on the fourth floor. Living people were seen in the rest area.

Song Ruan rushed over without even thinking about it, hugged the opponent's leg, and asked in her cutest voice: "Big brother, I'm lost, can you take me back?"

Xu Shixi was dissatisfied with the songs he wrote for Yi Lin before, but at this moment he suddenly burst into inspiration, and the creation conditions were not convenient, so he had to use the arrangement software to record them first.

When he was writing songs, he was generally more devoted, and he rarely paid attention to the movement around him. When a little girl who looked like a glutinous rice dumpling suddenly appeared, he was startled, and he trembled and pressed two notes by mistake.

The little girl was not even as high as his knees, and he didn't even need to lift his head to see her upturned little face, with bright black eyes waiting for his answer.

Simply, he has basically finished writing this song, and just needs to make some adjustments later.

He looked at the little girl's face and asked, "Do you still remember the room number?"

Song Ruan couldn't hear what he said now, she stared at Xu Shixi for a while, and said "ah" as if she had just woken up from a dream.

She spoke with joy, her arms tightly wrapped around Xu Shixi's legs: "Xu Shixi, can you send me back?"

Her big eyes were black and bright, like two silver pills soaked in water, her small voice was childish, and the way she called his name made Xu Shixi think of Song Rang inexplicably.

When calling Xu Shixi, it was also like Song Rang with a long and drawn-out sound.

Xu Shixi laughed, perhaps because Song Rang's sad expression made him a little guilty when he drove away Song Rang, so much so that he would think of him when he saw a little Douding.

He asked Song Ruan: "Then do you remember which floor your room is on?"

Song Ruan shook his head.

Xu Shixi asked again: "Do you remember your parents' phone number?"

Song Ruan shook her head, shook her head halfway, and nodded again: "I remember Xiao Rang!" She climbed onto the sofa familiarly, huddled with Xu Shixi, and directed him, "Call Xiao Rang and let him Come pick me up."

Xu Shixi's hand that was about to call the dialing page stopped suddenly, he was silent for a while, and repeated: "Xiao Rang?"

"Yes!" Song Ruan nodded heavily, and did not forget to praise Song Rang in front of him, "That is the most beautiful little Rang in the world!" She leaned into Xu Shixi's ear as if offering a treasure, "Secretly Let me tell you, he is still your fan!"

Xu Shixi already knew about this.

He didn't speak, and handed the phone to Song Ruan after opening the dial page.

Song Ruan looked at him with his face propped up like an adult, and sighed: "You are really cold." After speaking, he poked a string of numbers with one finger and dialed them.

After dialing the phone, she didn't answer it herself, but handed the phone to Xu Shixi instead.

The call hadn't been connected yet, Xu Shixi looked at the page waiting for a call and didn't move.

Song Ruan stepped on the sofa and stood up, put the receiver to Xu Shixi's ear, she thought happily: She, Song Ruanruan, has paid too much for Xiaorang!Jean needs to pay her back with two scoops of ice cream!

"Hello?" The phone was connected, and Song Rang's voice rang in Xu Shixi's ear.

Xu Shixi didn't speak.

Song Rang glanced at the phone. It was an unfamiliar number. Could it be that someone dialed it wrong?

He put the phone to his ear again in doubt: "Hello?"

After a brief blank, a familiar voice suddenly came from the phone, low and deep, as if it was right next to his ear: "It's me, Xu Shixi."

Song Rang jumped up from his seat almost instantly: "Xu, Xu Shixi?"

On the other side of the phone, Song Ruan had already climbed onto Xu Shixi's back, wrapped his arms around his neck, and stuck to the other side of the phone to listen to Song Rang.

Xu Shixi didn't know what the relationship between Song Ruan and Song Rang was. He could only say, "Your sister is lost. She is in the rest area on the fourth floor. Come and pick her up."

Song Rang, who was about to go out to find someone, also forgot to correct that Song Ruan was not his sister, and said yes blankly.

He didn't know how Song Ruan ran to the fourth floor and how he met Xu Shixi.

Thinking that Xu Shixi was in a bad mood today, he was afraid that Song Ruan would not make him angry with his winks, so he trotted up to the rest area on the fourth floor, and sure enough, he saw Song Ruan laying on Xu Shixi's back with no acknowledgment.

Seeing him, she waved to him: "Xiao Rang!"

Xu Shixi raised his head when he heard footsteps, and his eyes stopped on Song Rang.

Song Rang's steps of climbing the stairs were slightly hesitant in Xu Shixi's eyes.

The colorful clouds outside the window looked like crumpled brocade. Xu Shixi sat in the colorful clouds, surrounded by gold borders, so beautiful that it was unreal.

It seems close at hand, but it seems very far away.