very close to the clouds

Chapter 81

Shen Yanbai called Jiang Zhongyu while sitting at the airport, but Jiang Zhongyu didn't answer.

During this period of time, they had very little contact, and Shen Yanbai was obviously the busy person. I don't know why Jiang Zhongyu became the one who was too busy to answer his calls.

Listening to the cold female voice on the phone, Shen Yanbai sighed Youyou, lowered his hat very low, and stared at the waiting hall in front of him where people were coming and going.Because the ticket was bought on a temporary basis, I couldn't book a first-class cabin, and there wasn't even a VIP waiting room.But Shen Yanbai wanted to see Jiang Zhongyu as soon as possible, so he didn't want to wait another night.

He didn't tell Jiang Zhongyu about it, he wanted to surprise him.

When the first flight took off, Shen Yanbai was already extremely sleepy, and Shen Yanbai looked at WeChat and still didn't reply to him.

He pushed down the hat harder to cover most of his face, but even so, he still attracted the attention of many people—his gestures and gestures were always different from others, and his temperament was in the middle. There.

So when he realized that someone was secretly taking pictures of himself, Shen Yanbai took out his sunglasses and put them on.

At this moment, someone patted his shoulder suddenly, it was so heavy that he didn't have any strength left.

Shen Yanbai turned his head to take a look, his expression froze instantly.

"What a coincidence." Song Zizhen held a bowl of instant noodles in his hand, and stared at him with a smile on his face, with a greedy light in his eyes, "Can this happen?"

Of course, Shen Yanbai wouldn't be so stupid as to really think that this was a chance encounter. Song Zizhen was so poor that he couldn't even afford food, so how could he come by plane.

"What are you doing?" Shen Yanbai asked him in a low voice.

"Can you still not know what I want?" Song Zizhen laughed twice, he bit off most of the ham sausage in the instant noodles, half-closed his eyes, and said with some enjoyment, "I was fortune-telling when I was young I just said, I have the blessing of children and grandchildren, no, it’s so fulfilled.”

"My parents died a long time ago," Shen Yanbai said expressionlessly, "I don't know you well."

Shen Yanbai clenched the phone tightly, moved it to his back, and tapped it lightly.

The back of his hand was tense with blue veins.

"How can you say that, brat?" Song Zizhen's face darkened, and the deliberate amiability in his voice disappeared instantly, and he said with a little anger, "You earn so much money a year, you can share it with me. So what's the matter with being filial? Or do you want me to make a big mess like last time? Let me tell you, I didn't come here alone today, there are a large group of people waiting to see your jokes. "

Shen Yanbai raised his head slightly, and suddenly clenched his hands tightly.

Only then did he realize that the people who secretly took pictures of him just now were not passers-by at all, but paparazzi. He really didn't know where Song Zizhen found them.

"If you want to make a big fuss, make a big fuss." Shen Yanbai closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and calmed down his mood. more people than believe in me?"

"..." Song Zizhen glared at Shen Yanbai with an extremely ugly face first, then he thought of something and smiled sarcastically, "What's wrong with being in prison? I'm not the only one beside you who has been in prison, you Don’t you also like it so badly?”

Shen Yanbai's temples twitched, and he subconsciously said, "What do you mean?"

"I don't want much, just 500 million," Song Zizhen continued, "It's enough for the rest of my life, and I only want this time from you. After I get the money, I will not only help you clarify your previous scandals, but also Promise that I will never contact you again, how about it?"

Shen Yanbai's mind was still on the words behind Song Zizhen, and he continued to ask with a cold face: "What do you mean by what you said?"

Song Zizhen looked at him, shook the leftover soup in the cup of instant noodles in his hand, and smiled as if he had suddenly realized: "You don't know about it."

Shen Yanbai just looked at him with cold eyes.

"The man surnamed Jiang came out of Xi'an Prison," Song Zizhen said. "I don't know if he's been in prison for a few years, but he probably came out not long ago?"

Shen Yanbai's hands trembled, and his mind went blank almost instantly.

He suddenly understood where Jiang Zhongyu's hesitation came from in those days, why he was hesitant to move forward, and where those Cangla hesitant to speak came from.

He understood why the heartbeat frequency was the same, but Jiang Zhongyu was always retreating. He retreated into an environment he thought was safe, and he dared not come out of the darkness for fear that the temperature of the spotlight on Shen Yanbai's body would burn him.After tossing and turning in those days, Shen Yanbai figured it out in this instant.

He felt distressed, but also unavoidably panicked.

He really didn't know anything about Jiang Zhongyu. He didn't know why the other party was in jail, so he inevitably felt timid.

Reason told him to calm down at this moment and ask the reason of the matter clearly, but emotion made him fall into the swamp of fear and dread again.

The airport announcement started announcing boarding.

Shen Yanbai squeezed the air ticket in his hand, looked at the crowd not far away in a daze, and suddenly didn't know whether he should go or not.

To meet his boyfriend who is thousands of miles away.

Song Zizhen's voice was far and near, but it came to his ears clearly: "You keep talking about how much you hate people who have been in prison, don't you also choose to be with people who have been in prison?"

"If the paparazzi knows that Jiang has this experience, will it affect your career? Maybe they will guess that you two met in prison. Oh, isn't this scandal even more serious?" Song Zizhen said, " How about this, if you call me the money, I will just shut up and say nothing, and stand up to help you clarify, how about it?"

Seeing that Shen Yanbai didn't respond, Song Zizhen's face became even more hateful: "Of course, if you are still obsessed, don't blame me for being rude. I heard that he is painting, right? The fact that he is in jail is a fact, if it is revealed , I wonder if anyone will find him..."

Shen Yanbai suddenly jumped up.

At that moment, he didn't think about anything, but as if he had thought about everything, his fist hit Song Zizhen's face as if he didn't want money, not giving him any chance to escape.

Shen Yanbai heard the sound of paparazzi surrounding him to take pictures, and the flashing light framed him in a cramped space, unable to escape.

Shen Yanbai's hat had already been dropped in the chaos, except for paparazzi and passers-by, almost everyone surrounded them, looking at them like monkeys.

He could already think of what the title of the marketing account would be later on, but at this moment, he didn't want to stop at all.

Shen Yanbai grabbed Song Zizhen by the collar and said word by word: "Song Zizhen, I've had enough of you. Go ahead and make up any rumors you want. Even if I quit the circle and quit this job, I won't do it. Countless savings, what about you? What do you have?" Shen Yanbai laughed softly, "I'm not afraid of losing anything, so what do people who are not afraid of losing have to be afraid of?"

Shen Yanbai threw him on the ground, and went out through the crowd.

"Shen Yanbai!"

Shen Yanbai didn't pause, he didn't even lower his head, he walked forward looking straight ahead.

"You're fine, what about Jiang Zhongyu?" Song Zizhen shouted.

Shen Yanbai's footsteps paused subtly for a moment, then he clenched his fists tightly, resisting the urge to go back and beat him again, and continued walking outside.