Gavin and Liang Jinhui held up a few words, glanced over the crowd inadvertently, and then paused on Song Yan's face.
He looked intently for a moment, the careless smile on his face gradually converged, and he leaned forward and said uncertainly: "Excuse me. Are you Mr. Song Yan?"
Song Yan suddenly returned to his senses and raised his head to look at Gavn. "Do you recognize me?"
" I didn't expect it to be you!" Gavin moved a chair and sat down next to Song Yan, with a look of enthusiasm: "Hello, hello, I am your fan."
Everyone present: " ......"
The style of the painting became a bit sudden. One second before Gavin had enough firepower to compete with Liang Jinhui and jealous, the next second he had already rushed to Song Yan.
Before Song Yan had fully understood what was going on, he listened to the other party expectantly: "So, this time you come to F City, are you planning to do some scientific research projects here?"
"Uh, no. I just came to follow me. Friends gather together." Song Yan is used to being low-key in the United States. Coupled with the feeling of inferiority caused by his leg disease, he is a little overwhelmed when encountering such a passionate male fan, and subconsciously looks at Xia Lintou for help.
Xia Lin's face didn't matter to him, and she hung up, thinking that this is your fan, you see what I do.
Gavin followed Song Yan's gaze to Xia Lin, then followed Xia Lin's gaze back to Song Yan, and finally realized what he had overlooked just now.
"So, Mr. Song Yan, the friend you mentioned. Is Lin?"
Song Yan felt that the word "Lin" sounded a little harsh, but out of politeness, he abruptly held back: "Yes, it's Xia Pro."
The expression on Gavin's face suddenly became intriguing. He remembered that Xia Lin asked him about Song Deng's concentrated expression last night, and his heart suddenly brightened like a mirror.
"That's it, that's how it is!" Gavin sighed, shaking his head, "It seems that my hope is slim."
Everyone: "?"
Liang Jinhui hummed on the side: "You
didn't have any hope at all." He didn't actually get to the point where Gavin sighed, but he had been arguing with Gavn for so long, and it became his instinct to go back to every sentence.
But this time Gavin didn't fight each other with Liang Jinhui. He spread his hands like resignation, and said to Song Yan, "Okay, I bless you."
Song Yan silently reflected on himself. He didn't seem to have made any remarks like coming out. Inexplicably blessed?
Xia Lin on the side was also very big head, wondering whether to clarify the relationship between the two euphemistically, and saw Gavin quickly changed the subject, took out his phone and looked at Song Yan expectantly: "I can take a photo with you. Isnât it? My buddy is your diehard fan, I want to send the photos to my buddy to show off!"
Song Yan wondered if he was old and couldn't keep up with the brain circuits of young people at all.
Gavin saw that he was not talking, thinking he was concerned about his leg problems, so he swore with three fingers: "I promise, I will only shoot the upper body and will never reveal your privacy to the outside."
Song Yan couldn't refuse such enthusiasm. I can only turn my head cooperatively to pose Pose with him.
Xia Lin watched from the sidelines, thinking with envy, if life could live like Gavin's heartlessness, it would actually be good.
The changed ticket is booked at noon on this day.
Liang Jinhui originally wanted to return to China with Xia Lin, but after Song Yan whispered a few words to Gavin, Gavin half-enthusiastically and half-forced Liang Jinhui to F City for a day trip to the
assistant to drive the two to the airport. Bowing to Xia Lin again and again: "Second
Young Master Xia , our boss is begging you on this journey !" Xia Lin was taken aback by his solemn appearance, and looked back at Song Yan, but saw Song Yanan. Sitting quietly in the wheelchair, seeing him looking over, he smiled at him.
The smile seemed pure, without a trace of distractions, but after a careful taste, it seemed to have precipitated extremely heavy years.
Xia Lin silently lowered his eyes, and the shackles in his heart broke open quietly.
The first-class cabin was spacious and comfortable. Xia Lin helped Song Yan to the seat, adjusted the angle of the back of the chair, and put a blanket on his knees. When he looked up, he found Song Yan was staring at him and blurted out. "Look at what?"
"Look at you." Song Yan answered naturally.
Xia Lin: "..."
Song Yan said again: "I just remembered that I had a bad cold once in my previous life and I lay in bed for several days. You took care of me like this."
Xia Lin didn't answer, feeling This topic is a trap, as soon as you answer the conversation you will get yourself into it.
Song Yan continued self-consciously: "I owed you a lot in the last life. In this life, I am determined to repay, but I have no chance. You don't have to worry that I will entangle you again. You will only be dragged down if you follow me. It runs counter to my wish."
"I don't..."
"I know, you are not the kind of person who is afraid of being dragged down. I understand what you mean." Song Yan calmly patted Xia Lin's hand, "That night , The kiss you gave me is the best gift in my life. Donât worry, I wonât ask you anything again. This time I will ask you to accompany me back to China. I have no other intentions, I just want to heal you. The disease."
Xia Lin smiled bitterly, feeling that Song Yan had imagined the disease too simple.
Song Yan held his hand and solemnly said, "Trust me, Xia Lin, I will find someone to cure your disease, no matter what the price is."