I Have Four Dads After Transmigrating in a Novel

Biquge www.xbiquge.cc, after the fastest update, I have four new chapters from my father!Chapter 118:

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Song Ziyi's home is in an old-fashioned community, and there is no elevator in the community. Her house is on the seventh floor and she has to climb stairs every day.

At this moment, Song Xueliang, who had finished the class, hurried into the corridor with his textbook. An acquaintance was closing his umbrella at the entrance of the corridor. He saw him and said hello:

"Teacher Song, you didn't bring an umbrella when you came back so late."

Song Xueliang smiled and wiped the drops of water on his face: "I gave the children a make-up lesson. I didn't expect it to rain suddenly. It's not bad."

An acquaintance said: "By the way, I haven't seen your daughter for a long time. When will your daughter come back?"

The wrinkles at the corner of Song Xueliang's eyes fainted and said, "Xiaoyi and her boyfriend went abroad to be exchange students, and they said they won't come back next semester."

"Wow, your daughter is really promising. It's a few blocks away from my boy." The acquaintance's tone was full of envy.

"Where is it?" Song Xueliang said modestly, the corners of his eyes and eyebrows were all proud of his daughter.

Song Ziyi's father Song Xueliang is a middle school math teacher. He is forty-eight years old this year. His figure is not tall and burly, his back is a little rickety, and his temples have been stained with a touch of frost.

Although the profession of a teacher sounds good, it is actually hard work and the salary is not high.

Thinking of his daughter Song Ziyi, Song Xueliang was half happy and half worried.

A month ago, his daughter suddenly told him that he was going to be an exchange student at a foreign university. She didn't even return home and went straight with her boyfriend. Although this is a good thing and she has a boyfriend to take care of her, as a father, she still can't rest assured.

The daughter was obedient and sensible. He asked her how she was living abroad and always responded well. Fortunately, her boyfriend was a reliable one.

In fact, when Song Ziyi was with her boyfriend at first, Song Xueliang met her boyfriend. His instinct made him not like that boy very much. He always felt that the other party was a little heavy and the two were not suitable.

But his daughter likes it, and he doesn't have much to say.

After sighing, Song Xueliang started walking the stairs, stopped after two steps, and coughed while holding on to the handrail.

He had some colds in the past two days, so he didn't go to the hospital, so he just wanted to delay it.

I don't want to seem to be getting worse, and I have to drink some cold medicine later.

People are getting old and have to bow their heads to the years.

"Is it Teacher Song?" When the cough subsided, when Song Xueliang was about to continue walking upstairs, a sweet voice suddenly came from behind him.

Looking back, through the dim light of the stairs, he saw two people standing in front of him, one tall and one short.

It was a girl who was talking to him, who looked about the same age as her daughter, and stood there slim, beside a slender man with an umbrella in her hand.

The umbrella body was tilted, covering the girl's body under the umbrella, but his shoulders were quite wet by the rain.

"You are..." Song Xueliang was a little confused. He taught a lot of students. As long as he taught, after a long time, even if he forgets his name, he will not forget his face.

He was sure that he hadn't seen this girl before, and should not be his student.

"Hello, Teacher Song, my name is Jiang Mian, and I am your daughter's classmate." Jiang Mian did not expect to meet Song Ziyi's father when he arrived at the apartment building.

She didn't know Song Xueliang, but when she saw Song Xueliang, the little star in the bottle she was holding kept beating.

Song Xueliang's eyes lit up: "It turned out to be Xiaoyi's classmate, come in quickly."

Qi Yanshu waited for Jiang Mian to enter the corridor before closing the umbrella, and nodded to Song Xueliang without speaking.

"Xiaoyi often mentioned you to me. My uncle and I passed by here and came in to visit you by the way." Jiang Mian was the first to say the reason for her coming here and relieve Song Xueliang's doubts.

"Go upstairs first, let's enter the house and say." Song Xueliang said enthusiastically, and couldn't help but ask after climbing a few steps, "Did Xiaoyi have a video with you? Did she tell you how to live abroad?"

In most cases, children and their parents will not talk about everything. The most clear thing about children's life is the friends around them, not the parents.

So Song Xueliang couldn't wait to inquire.

Jiang Mian raised her eyebrows, she looked at the bottle, and the little star didn't jump.

"Xiaoyi went abroad." Jiang Mian asked skillfully, "Is Xiaoyi telling you?"

"She told me on WeChat." Song Xueliang said, "Don't you know?"

"Due to my busy schedule during this time, I rarely contact Xiaoyi. I really don't know."

Song Xueliang frowned. Her daughter became an exchange student and went to a foreign university. As her daughter's friend, it stands to reason that the girl in front of her should know.

But this is not absolute. Song Xueliang told Jiang Mian the story briefly. While talking, the three of them also arrived on the seventh floor. Song Xueliang took a few breaths, and then began to cover his mouth and cough.

The little star in the bottle began to beat violently again.

Jiang Mian took a step forward, put his hands on Song Xueliang's back, and patted for a while. The latter stopped coughing and thanked Jiang Mian, then opened the door and invited the two to enter.

The house is not big. It has two bedrooms and one living room. The decoration is medium. The living room has a large bookshelf filled with various books and teaching materials. In addition, there are many trophies.

"Sit down." Song Xueliang took the cup to wash, and poured two glasses of water for Jiang Mian and Jiang Mian.

Immediately he said: "Have you eaten yet? Or stay and eat with me."

"No need for Teacher Song." Jiang Mian wondered how to release Song Ziyi appropriately, "We'll leave later."

She asked: "Where is Xiaoyi's bedroom?"

"Here."

Qi Yanshu reached out to Jiang Mian, Jiang Mian handed him the bottle, and Song Xueliang entered Song Ziyi's bedroom.

Qi Yanshu unscrewed the bottle cap, poured the little star on the coffee table, lightly tapped the little star with his fingertip, and a transparent shadow appeared.

The shadow gradually solidified.

Song Ziyi looked at everything around her with red eyes.

"Your time is running out." Qi Yanshu said lightly.

"I know." Song Ziyi pursed his lips.

This is why she desperately wants to go home.

She could feel the weakening of her energy.

Fortunately, if you didn't meet Jiang Mian and others, I was afraid that she would not have a chance to go home until she was truly "dead".

Song Ziyi took a deep breath, walked towards the bedroom, and made an expression that she had just returned-she had heard all the conversation between Jiang Mian and Song Xueliang in the little star just now.

According to Song Xueliang's words, it is not difficult to understand that after Song Ziyi's boyfriend killed Song Ziyi, he destroyed the evidence and used Song Ziyi's contact information to forge Song Xueliang's fake image of Song Ziyi and his going abroad as an exchange student.

Song Ziyi hated her boyfriend, but couldn't help but rejoice that her father hadn't known something happened to her before that.

Knowing that, she shouldn't have come back.

In this case, Dad would not know that something happened to her, and finally had an idea.

Then I thought about it, after all, the paper couldn't contain the fire. One day my father would know that if she missed this chance to go home, she would never have another chance.

"Xiaoyi?" A shocked voice sounded, and Song Xueliang saw his daughter Song Ziyi when he came out of the bedroom, and was speechless in surprise.

My daughter... how come back suddenly.

"I'm not dreaming." Song Xueliang stretched out his hand and rubbed his eyes. When he looked again, his daughter did not disappear in front of him.

"Dad." Song Ziyi's eyes burst with tears, but she couldn't fall. She walked over and hugged Song Xueliang, "I'm back."

"Just come back and come back." Song Xueliang patted Song Ziyi's back, "What about the luggage? Why did you come back suddenly? Where is Xiao Zhou? Didn't he come back with you? Why didn't he tell me in advance when I came back, so I can give You prepare your favorite dishes."

Song Ziyi buried his head on his father's shoulders, his shoulders shrugged slightly, unable to speak a word.

"Dad, I'm sorry." At first, she should obey her father and not be with him.

But she was blinded.

If you regret it in the future, it is useless.

"What's wrong with my dad?" Seeing Jiang Mian coming out of the bedroom, Song Xueliang gently pushed Song Ziyi away and said, "Your classmate came to see me."

Song Ziyi looked at Jiang Mian gratefully. The latter could actually release her downstairs instead of sending her upstairs himself.

But she is now attached to the little star Zuo Xingping has cast. The little star is a protective shell for her. The further away from the protective shell, the weaker she will be.

"Dad, I want to eat the egg fried rice you made." Song Ziyi said.

Song Xueliang naturally agreed, and he asked Song Ziyi to greet Jiang Mian, and turned around to enter the kitchen to get busy.

As soon as he entered the kitchen, Song Xueliang's feet softened, and his hands leaned on the wall to keep himself from falling to the ground, tears streaming out instantly.

After a while, his body began to tremble.

He brought Song Ziyi up and knew Song Ziyi himself.

Song Ziyi's body temperature is higher than normal. In winter, it is like a small stove. In summer, he is particularly afraid of heat and his hands will always be hot.

Song Xueliang felt distressed and asked for an extra part-time substitute. One month later, an air conditioner was installed in Song Ziyi's bedroom.

Rao is so, Song Ziyi's hands are also warm.

But just now--

The daughter's hands are cold like ice cubes, not only her hands are cold, but her body is also cold.

It's cold...desperate.

After a while, Song Xueliang cleared up his thoughts, walked to the refrigerator with heavy steps, opened the refrigerator, and took out the eggs from the students' parents.

When he finished cooking and went out, Jiang Mian and Qi Yanshu had already left. Song Ziyi sat on the sofa and smiled at him: "Dad, it's so fragrant."

——

Jiang Mian got back in the car again.

She wanted to wait for Song Ziyi to be obsessed, but after she automatically dissipated, she could absorb the original cold power remaining in the little star and turn it into spiritual power.

She gave the little star to Song Ziyi, let her hold it by herself, and stay as long as she could stay with her father.

Before leaving, she offered Song Ziyi a method of revenge, took up the weapon of law, and arrested her murderer-she asked her to go to the detective father.

Of course, Song Ziyi can't do it alone, she needs her father's help-Song Xueliang will know the news that her daughter has died sooner or later.

Let him participate in the case of revenge for his daughter will give him the motivation to live.

...

"Don't think too much." Qi Yanshu saw that her mood was not high, and comforted, "You have done well enough."

He stretched out his hand to touch Jiang Mian's hair, holding his hand half empty, and restrained it back.

"I didn't think about Song Ziyi." Jiang Mian straightened slightly and shook his head, "I was thinking about you."

Qi Yanshu's eyelashes trembled.

Jiang Mian looked at Qi Yanshu's eyes, and asked each word: "Uncle Qi, do you know me before?"

"Or in other words." Jiang Mian said, "Who do you think of me?"

Qi Yanshu's hand on his lap moved uncomfortably, his eyes changed a lot.

He looked at Jiang Mian for a long time, made up his mind, and said a little bit difficultly: "Mianmian, I think you are my daughter."

Jiang Mian hadn't reacted yet, but Luo Jiale, with a whirl in his hand, the body directly drifted in an S shape.