Song Tan's Notes

As the saying goes, "Giving roses to others leaves a lingering fragrance on your own hands."

After giving away the phone strap she had carefully chosen, Qiaoqiao felt she had accomplished a great deed.

—Why doesn't it count?
After the young woman tied her new phone with a lanyard and carried it with her, she never lost it again while stepping on the rubber ducks.

He picked up his phone and couldn't wait to send a message to Song Tan:
Sister, a stranger borrowed my phone to make a call, but then forgot the number. I gave her my phone lanyard.

The logic and entanglements involved can be explained in just a few words; without some blood relation, one truly cannot fathom them.

Song Tan pondered for a moment before roughly understanding the meaning. She didn't repeatedly emphasize that Qiao Qiao should be wary—Qiao Qiao wasn't completely unguarded.

Without saying a word, he sent another small red envelope containing 20 yuan:
[Our Qiaoqiao is so kind! If that's the case, your favorite phone strap is gone. Here, take the money from this red envelope and go buy a new one.]

Qiaoqiao's eyes sparkled as she happily accepted the red envelope and immediately logged into her shopping app.

A girl, bored and without a phone, sat next to him. She glanced at the large product details page and then looked at her own colorful phone strap…

Ok.

Her sixth sense was right; the boy in front of her was indeed a good person, trustworthy, and very sincere.

At the very least, if the free phone strap is something they say they really like, then they really do like it.

Sure enough, she watched as Qiaoqiao deftly paid and placed her order.

God!

She closed her eyes, now deeply regretting that her phone was truly gone; otherwise, she could have easily made up some excuse to ask for someone's WeChat.

hateful!

But Qiao Qiao didn't know that he was happy. He happily checked his ticket, boarded the train, and waved goodbye to the young lady.

I was happy to ride the bus, happy to report my itinerary, and happy to take the subway to the airport alone for the first time...

Wow!
It feels like he grew up all night!

Meanwhile, Yang Zhengxin also arrived at the terminal early. As he got out of the car, the driver even advised him:
"The plane won't arrive for more than an hour. Since we're here so early, why don't we go grab something to eat nearby first?"

Yang Zhengxin doesn't want that!

He said with a serious face, "Uncle, can the bond between me and Qiaoqiao be compared to an hour or two? He's probably hungry right now! So I won't eat either!"

What I was really thinking was—Qiaoqiao, come quick! What's in your bag? I'm so embarrassed, you've spent so much money on me! Hahaha, slurp slurp! Do you have braised beef, braised chicken feet, fragrant rice balls, big rice crust, fermented tofu, green pepper sauce? Slurp slurp…

The driver who usually works at home is not the one who follows Lao Yang. He has never been to Yunqiao Village and is unaware of Yang Zhengxin's expectations.

The driver was only intimidated by his age, thinking that teenagers are just crazy. What does your brotherhood have to do with eating? He probably ate on the plane too.

"I don't want to eat! He wants to eat."

Anyway-

"I'll be waiting nearby. Message me as soon as he arrives."

Yang Zhengxin waved his hand: "Don't worry, don't worry!"

He was jumping up and down, having deliberately eaten less that evening. Now, after walking around the terminal a couple of times, he was perfectly ravenous by the time Qiaoqiao arrived…

Damn!

He couldn't help but feel smug: "Those of us who have won gold medals are just different!"

So clever!
……

What did Qiao Qiao bring in her bag?
There's nothing there!
If they don't work or stay up late, their family doesn't have the habit of eating late-night snacks.

Now he's just going out by car; he ate a big dinner, and now he only has a few honeysuckle throat lozenges in his bag.

My mother asked him to pick honeysuckle from around the house and take it to Dr. Guo. She also added some honey to it. In the summer, it has a slightly sweet and slightly bitter taste, which is very refreshing.

He popped one in his mouth on the plane, but then felt a little regretful: he felt it was so hot that things he brought with him would spoil quickly, so he didn't even take a boiled egg with him before leaving.

But Xiao Yang seems to have a big appetite. When I was at his house, all I could think about was "what to eat." I wonder if he's hungry. I should have brought him an egg.

However, the Yang family also farms, so they shouldn't lack food and won't go hungry!
Young people often harbor unfounded expectations of their best friends, and at this moment, they were especially looking forward to seeing each other. Until the plane arrived, Xiao Yang paced back and forth at the exit, his mouth practically watering – “Qiao Qiao!”

"Yang Zhengxin!"

One of them was tall, fair-skinned, and handsome, while the other was of average height, weight, and appearance. They called out to each other affectionately from a distance, and Qiaoqiao, carrying his bag, quickly rushed forward!

Just like in an idol drama, Yang Zhengxin also rushed over, and the two hugged each other tightly.
"Jojo!"

"lamb!"

"I miss you so much, but my parents said it's too much to stay away from home for the whole summer vacation! My grandparents and maternal grandparents also miss me..."

“That’s right,” Qiao Qiao, a mature professional who was going out alone, said seriously, “Of course I’ll miss her. I was already thinking about my sister even before I left the house.”

Speaking of this, Yang Zhengxin snapped out of her reverie, touched her stomach, glanced at Qiao Qiao's backpack which seemed to be empty, and then looked around:
"Where's your suitcase? Did you forget it?"

Qiaoqiao looked bewildered: "I didn't bring a suitcase. Didn't you say you have everything at home and told me not to bring anything?"

He only brought his mobile phone, charger, power bank, tablet, notebook, two books, portable mobile phone stand, and disposable daily necessities such as tissues.

Yang Zhengxin was dumbfounded, her heart aching terribly: "That was just polite talk between adults—my family doesn't have any good beef or mutton, chicken, duck, fish, tomatoes, chickpeas, pickled beans, or bok choy..."

He felt extremely wronged: "I deliberately went hungry while waiting for you."

Qiao Qiao: ...

The two stared at each other in the terminal. The crowds around them were overwhelming, but they couldn't take away Yang Zhengxin's hunger and Qiao Qiao's helplessness.

Finally, he touched the bag, and Yang Zhengxin opened his eyes wide expectantly, looking, looking—

I saw Qiaoqiao take out two candies that were simply wrapped in kraft paper and glutinous rice paper:

"Honeysuckle and honey throat lozenges, would you like some?"

While fish and shrimp are acceptable, the shrimp must be Arctic Ocean sweet shrimp, not the tiny shrimp used in wonton soup!

He accepted it dejectedly.

The sweet and slightly bitter taste filled his mouth, and Yang Zhengxin's empty stomach wasn't clamoring as much. He jumped up a little and put his arm around Qiao Qiao's shoulder.

He mumbled, "I'm sorry."

With the small candy in his mouth, his voice was very serious: "I wanted to meet you and invite you to my home, not for the things in your house—okay, I actually really want to eat some too, but you're definitely first in line."

"I was just thinking that you always bring food and drinks when we go out before, so I thought you would too—Qiaoqiao, are you sad?"

Qiaoqiao thought for a moment: "I haven't quite realized it yet, but you apologized, and I suddenly feel a little sad... but it's okay!"

He knew that Xiao Yang genuinely liked him. When they were operating farm machinery together in the capital, Xiao Yang said that she felt an instant connection with him.

We hadn't eaten anything from home yet back then.

He patted his chest and said, "I asked online and found out that I should bring fruit, milk, cigarettes, alcohol and tea when I come to your house. I have prepared all of these, but my sister said that security checks are troublesome, so I will just send them by express tomorrow."

"Little lamb, I forgive you!"

What does it mean to suddenly sit up in shock from a dying illness, only to find a new path opening up before you've reached the end of the road?

Yang Zhengxin was so happy she was practically bubbling with joy: "Modern netizens really do take your question seriously!"

Qiaoqiao was also happy: "Yes, everyone is doing well! I heard that we built our own houses, and they even called us 'Self-built House Young Masters'!"

"They even let me take pictures of the house..."

"Sure! No problem! Take the picture!"

Xiao Yang is very open and easygoing. As long as he doesn't specify the location, he can just take a few photos at home and post them online. They've posted them countless times at class reunions, family gatherings, and other events.

Of course, he could roughly tell that "Young Master of a Self-Built House" wasn't exactly a friendly joke... but that's okay, for Qiaoqiao, the world is beautiful, and that's enough.

If it's a self-built house, then it's a self-built house; there's nothing wrong with that. (End of Chapter)