Kidney master

I haven't been back to Beijing for several years?

It has been two years at least, and she has felt strange about everything here, but the winter in Beijing is still the same as usual, dry and cold, and her cheeks hurt when the severe wind blows.

Pushing the suitcase, Song Chu checked the condition of Yuan Xiao and put it into the blanketed pet bag.

Get out of the airport.

The overwhelming crowd, the air is gray.

The north wind sneaked into the neckline, and directly blew the whole body cool.

Song Chu couldn't help stretching out her hand. Her fingers were slender, and the wind blew around her fingertips. At that moment, the entire noisy airport behind her was quiet.

Beijing.

This is Beijing.

The place where she was born, where she spent her carefree childhood.

Song Chu took a deep breath before stepping into the crowded crowd.

She didn't tell Song Cheng the exact time of her arrival in Beijing, and she didn't want him to bother to come here. The airport is far away from home, and the road is prone to traffic jams at this point, and it took half a day to go back and forth.

What's more, Song Cheng's identity is not suitable for him to come to such a chaotic place.

Song Chu pushed her luggage outside and picked up a taxi. The driver was very friendly and immediately got out of the car to help her put her luggage in the back seat.

Song Chu thanked her and sat in the co-pilot seat. She unzipped the pet bag a little bit and put her fingers in it to tease Yuan Xiao.

Yuan Xiao gnawed it with its sharp teeth.

Song Chu curled up the corners of his lips soundlessly, and then closed the zipper again and placed the pet bag at his feet.

"Beijingers still come to travel?" The driver merged the car into the crowded traffic.

Early Song: "People from Beijing."

Driver: "Do you work outside?"

"Study abroad." Song Chu said without changing his expression, "Come back for the New Year."

"Oh, a top student."

The driver smiled and boasted that the journey was boring, so he began to chat with the passengers in a rambling manner. All the people who work from nine to five, chat and care about their families, work and children.

Song Chu listened casually, occasionally responding a few times.

It's not enthusiastic, but it's not disappointing either. She has a contradictory air about her, and she's a good listener.

Song Chu's cell phone vibrated suddenly, she lowered her eyes, opened the screen saver and entered the password.

Captain: Did you get off the plane?

The corners of Song Chu's eyes were bent instantly, and a corner of the protective shell that she couldn't help but molded because of the strangeness of the city easily fell off, and the sun shone in.

She replied: in the car.

Captain: Is it cold?

Song Chu: Fortunately, the air conditioner is turned on in the car.

Captain: Put on your coat too, don't be like last time in Xi'an.

Song Chu gave a "tsk", as if he was a little impatient, but his lips were raised and the corners of his eyes were curled up, all of which were full of smiles.

Song Chu turned on the camera, took a photo of himself wearing a coat and sent it.

***

The taxi stopped in front of a high-end villa area.

Song Chu sat in the passenger seat, picked up his mobile phone and slowly opened the payment QR code, the driver had already got out of the car to unload the luggage for her.

After paying the fare, she picked up the little Lantern Festival and put the pet bag on the suitcase.

"Thank you master."

The driver glanced at the payment reminder, wrapped his down jacket tightly, and smiled honestly: "Happy New Year to you in advance!"

One more day until New Years Eve.

There are two days left until New Years.

Back in the early Song Dynasty, when I returned to my hometown of Beijing, there were still countless people who went out for life, for their dreams, for their responsibilities and morality. They may stand on the border of this land without leaving any traces.

Their lives are like tough grass, whether it is barren or blooming, no one knows.

Song Chuchao raised a sincere smile to the driver: "Happy New Year to you too!"

When he opened the door and entered, Song Cheng was sitting at the dining table reading a newspaper, with a pair of reading glasses on the bridge of his nose, and he was wearing ordinary home clothes, blue cashmere sweater and loose trousers.

It is much different from the suit and trousers on TV.

The radiator rushed over, warming the Lantern Festival in the pet bag until it blew.

Song Cheng raised his head and blinked his eyes quickly when he saw the daughter at the door, as if he hadn't reacted yet: "You..."

"Dad." Song Chu smiled, and with all his strength, he carried the box into the house, "What expression do you have, you don't recognize me?"

"Oh... Didn't you mean you'll be back tomorrow, and you took a taxi?" Song Cheng immediately stood up and went to the door to help bring things in, only to realize that he seemed to have heard a dog barking just now.

He lowered his head and saw Yuan Xiao's shining eyes through the black net.

"You still have a dog?"

"I bought it a few days ago, and I brought it back for the New Year by the way." Song Chu smiled brightly, really looking like a student.

"Didn't you say you bought a plane ticket for a week later?"

Song Cheng has been looking forward to it for six days, and it will be tomorrow in a week. He has washed the car in advance and is going to the airport to pick up Song Chu.

"I didn't count carefully, I told you about seven days for a week." Song Chu shrugged, "Besides, there was a traffic jam, I've only been here for an hour and a half by car, didn't you take the whole afternoon to pick you up? "

Song Cheng directly ignored the "not thoughtful" part of her work, touched the top of Song Chu's hair affectionately, and said comfortingly: "This is when I grow up, I will be considerate."

But when he raised his hand, he suddenly realized that his daughter was already so tall.

Song Chu wore double stiletto heels, his back was straight, and he was not much shorter than Song Cheng when he stood in front of him.

For most of Song Cheng's life, in the eyes of others, he has gained both fame and wealth, high status and authority, but only when he was alone in the middle of the night, when he looked back on the past, he couldn't help feeling that the regrets left by this half of his life are really countless .

When I was 30 years old, I was busy with work and went on missions in various places, ignoring my wife and daughter. The wife couldn't bear this kind of life and left, and the daughter... the daughter seemed to have neglected her growth.

It's not surprising that you don't get close to him now.

"When you come back today, there is no food at home." Song Cheng said, "In the past, I ate alone, and I can just get a meat and a vegetable. How about we go to a restaurant?"

Song Chu had just sat on a long flight and was very tired: "It's okay, I can't eat what you can eat."

There is an aunt who is responsible for cooking and cleaning at home. It seems like a long time ago that Song Chu and his father sat at the same dining table to eat.

Fortunately, embarrassment was the last thing Song Chu feared.

For a long time, she has been used to disguising, and she is often placed in the crowd like an incomprehensible mystery, but she has acquired the ability to go anywhere freely.

It's just that the question Song Cheng asked was a little embarrassing.

Song Cheng coughed, and asked hesitantly, "...Where's your boyfriend, didn't he come with you?"

"..."

Forget about it.

Song Chu pursed his lower lips: "He still has something to do at school, so he won't go back to China for the New Year this time."

"Oh..." Song Cheng was also embarrassed. He didn't play the role of father very well, and he couldn't adapt to cross-examining his future son-in-law. "Then how is he treating you well?"

Thinking of Ji Yi'an, Song Chu couldn't help laughing: "It's okay."

"Do you often accompany you?"

"It's okay, he's busy sometimes." Song Chu answered freely.

Song Cheng didn't know what to think of, and sighed: "Anyway, don't look for someone like Dad, he's too busy to take care of you and your mother. To find a boyfriend, you have to find someone who can take care of your family."

"..."

What a coincidence.

He is a professional with you.

The image of Ji Yi'an and his father arguing in the mind of Song Chu appeared in his mind, he smacked for a while, couldn't hold back, and burst out laughing.

After laughing, she replied seriously: "I think your profession is quite good."

Song Cheng was taken aback.

"Defending the family and defending the country, leading the battle, the glory of the whole life." Song Chu smiled and sighed with emotion. "How nice."

The tired bird returns to the forest, and the lone boat returns to Hong Kong.

Song Cheng has always been hard-tempered and violent in his life, and it was rare for his daughter to soften up, but he didn't want to be so lightly understood that his eyes almost turned red.

It's not that Song Chu never complained about her father sending her to her master since she was a child, but the time she spent with Ji Yi'an changed her mind quietly.

What a career.

What a world.

Someone is fighting for the good.

unswervingly to death.

***

After dinner, Song Chu took Yuanxiao back to his bedroom and used the lazy cushion in the room as its nest.

She had previously sent a message to Shen Huan saying that she was going back to Beijing, and Shen Huan was already busy promoting the photo exhibition in Beijing, and Beijing was the first stop.

Exhibition Title: Poppies and Tango.

Romantic and poetic, but a sinful place.

Song Chu took off his makeup and put a mask on his face. When he came out of the bathroom, his phone vibrated on the bed.

Shen Huan sent a voice.

"Honey, you're in Beijing now, do you have an appointment tomorrow?"

Song Chu: Where are you going?

Shen Huan: Sunday, church.

Early Song:? ?I am not religious.

Shen Huan: Trust me, I will take you to experience it.

Song Chu sighed, and slowly replied: "Okay."

***

The sky in Beijing sank much earlier than in the Golden Triangle. Song Chu was sitting on a hanging chair, babbling and swaying slightly. She was facing out of the window.

She lit a cigarette and held it between her fingers. She didn't smoke much, but just smelled the smoke like an addiction.

The mobile phone was thrown on the ground, singing happily.

Song Chu closed his eyes and was immersed in the singing.

"let me possess you"

"Let me possess you at your best age"

"While everything is new"

"Let me possess you, possess your clean heart"

"soft voice"

"And perfectly soft your body"

……

"let me possess you"

"Tear you apart and hold me like the wind"

"Hold Me Like Air"

"want to collect you"

"Soak you in formalin and stare at you"

Teacher Gu.

For this Mr. Gu.

She did have secrets that she didn't tell Ji Yi'an.

She couldn't speak.

That was the shadow of her life.

He was very young, Song Chu was 12 years old that year, and Mr. Gu was 23 years old. He was very gentle, with a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, neatly cut short hair, and a decent and elegant manner.

His name is Gu Cinian.

Compassion, desire.

When Chenchen had an accident and the police arrested him, the teachers at the school were shocked, they never thought that he would be connected with such a thing.

Only Song Chu knew his true face.

He is a devil, a pervert.

It is a monster that disguises itself and hides in the crowd.

Song Chu became his prey.

"Song Chu, I will go to Beijing to find you."

These were the last words Gu Cinian said to Song Chu before fleeing because of police arrest.

***

The ringing phone interrupted Song Chu's delusions and indulgent thoughts.

——Ji Yian.

At this moment, her originally chaotic brain was cleared up again.

Those painful and dark memories immediately receded, and Ji Yi'an's name was simply the best medicine to heal her. He said that he would teach her to be an ordinary person.

Song Chu also planned to give it a try.

She bent down and picked up the phone, swiped the answer button: "Hello."

"What are you doing?" Ji Yi'an's voice was filled with laughter.

"I have nothing to do, just sit in a daze." Song Chu said.

"Didn't talk to your dad?"

"We chatted for a while during the meal, we couldn't talk much, I went back to my room after eating." Song Chu lowered his eyes, Yuan Xiao fell asleep next to her lap, she rubbed her toes, "Yuan Xiao is sleeping again. "

Ji Yian smiled for a while.

The low-pitched laughter came through the radio waves, the voice was magnetic, and there was an inexplicable sense of security.

Song Chu sighed, squinted his eyes, and called him.

"Captain Season."

"Ok?"

"I miss you so much."