Never Meeting Again In Our Next Life (Living Life Over) - Volume 1 (115)
Gavin and Liang Jinhui scoffed a few words, glanced over the crowd inadvertently, and then paused on Song Yan’s face.
Gavin fixed his eyes on Song Yan for a moment. The careless smile on his face gradually converged and he leaned forward, unsurely saying: “Excuse me, are you Mr. Song Yan?”
Song Yan suddenly returned to his senses and raised his head to look at Gavin.
“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: “…”
Just a moment ago, Gavin had enough firepower to compete with Liang Jinhui, the next second he had already rushed to Song Yan.
Before Song Yan fully understood what was going on, he listened to the other party expectingly: “So, this time you came to City F. Are you planning to do some scientific research projects here?”
“Uh, no. I just came to meet with my friend.”
Song Yan is used to being low-key in the United States. Coupled with the inferiority complex caused by his leg problem, he is a little overwhelmed meeting such a passionate male fan.
He looked at Xia Lin to ask for help.
Xia Lin didn’t want to help him, thinking that this is your fan, let’s see what you’ll do.
Gavin followed Song Yan’s gaze toward Xia Lin and finally realized that he was just ignored.
“So Mr. Song Yan, the friend you mentioned, is it Lin?”
Song Yan felt that the word “Lin” sounded a little harsh but out of politeness, he abruptly held back: “Yes, it’s Xia Lin.”
The expression on Gavin’s face suddenly became intriguing. He remembered that Xia Lin asked him about Song Yan last night. His heart suddenly brightened like a mirror.
“That’s it! That’s how it is.” Gavin sighed, shaking his head, “It seems that my chance is slim.”
Everyone: “?”
Liang Jinhui hummed on the side: “You didn’t have any chance at all.”
This time Gavin did not fight with Liang Jinhui.
He resigned to his fate and said to Song Yan, “Okay, I give you my blessing.”
Song Yan silently introspected for a moment. He didn’t seem to have made any remarks like coming out. How could he be blessed inexplicably?
Xia Lin on the side was also wondering whether to clarify the relationship between the two but Gavin quickly changed the subject, took out his phone, and looked at Song Yan expectantly: “Can I take a photo with you? 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 could not keep up with the brain circuits of young people now.
Seeing him not speaking, Gavin thought he was concerned about his leg problem so he swore with three fingers: “I promise, I will only shoot your upper body and I will never reveal your privacy to the outside world.”
Song Yan couldn’t refuse such enthusiasm and could only turn his head cooperatively to pose with him.
Xia Lin watched from the sidelines and thought with envy that it would be good if he also has Gavin’s confidence.
The rescheduled ticket is booked at noon on this day.
Liang Jinhui originally wanted to return home with Xia Lin but after Song Yan whispered a few words to Gavin, Gavin half-enthusiastically and half-forced Liang Jinhui for a day trip at City F.
The assistant drove the two to the airport and repeatedly bowed to Xia Lin: “Xia Er Shao, I beg you to please take care of our boss on this journey!”
Xia Lin was startled by his appearance and looked back at Song Yan, only to see Song Yan sitting quietly in his wheelchair. When he saw him looking over, he smiled.
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. The shackles in his heart broke quietly.
The first-class cabin was spacious and comfortable. Xia Lin helped Song Yan to his seat, adjusted the angle of the chair, and placed a blanket on his knees.
When he looked up, he found Song Yan staring at him.
“What are you looking at?”
“I’m looking at you.” Song Yan answered naturally.
Xia Lin: “…”
Song Yan said again: “It just that I suddenly remembered when I had a bad cold once in my last life, I laid in bed for several days. You took care of me like this.”
Xia Lin didn’t answer. He felt that this topic was a trap and he would fall into it if he answered the conversation.
Song Yan continued: “I owed you a lot in our last life. In this life, I am determined to repay you but there is no chance. You don’t have to worry that I will entangle you again. You will only be dragged down if you follow me.”
“I don’t…”
“I know that 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.
“The kiss you gave me that night was the best gift in my whole life. Don’t worry, I won’t ask you anything again. This time, I will only ask you to accompany me back to China. I have no other intentions. I just want to cure your illness.”
Xia Lin smiled bitterly, feeling that Song Yan had imagined that the illness is 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.”
