Help, I've become a paper man

Chapter 356 Condolences

Song Yi let go of Xi Lin, and when he stood up, he brushed the dust off his hands, raised his leg, stepped over the other person, and walked into the camp, ignoring An Xiaochun who was waving.

But when they passed each other, An Xiaochun was still trying to stop him. He didn't stretch out his hand, nor did he draw his sword. He just leaned his body to block Song Yi.

He is also a complete rogue.

Song Yi was amused by what he saw, but he did not raise his hand. Instead, he imitated the other person and used his arm to bump An Xiaochun as he walked over, pushing the person aside to make a path for himself.

He walked forward, and An Xiaochun did not leave. Instead, he followed behind him and said in a persuasive tone:

"Don't worry, wait for us, we should go together."

When Song Yi heard this, his expression began to become subtle, and he couldn't help asking: "Why are you leaving together? No, you are not counting on me... to maintain harmony, right?"

As soon as he finished speaking, there was laughter. Everyone present knew what kind of personality Song Yi had. Just putting the name "Song Yi" in this sentence seemed ooc. No one had such extravagant expectations.

An Xiaochun explained: "How is that possible? We need to go to the conference room and have a simple chat."

The reasons were reasonable, the reasons were sufficient, and just right. After this period of time, even though Zhigui and the other two were not in a hurry, they caught up and walked to their side with Xilin.

"Ok."

While Song Yi was speaking, he glanced at Zhigui, and seeing that his boss had no objection, he had no choice but to spread his hands and agree with An Xiaochun's proposal.

So, they successfully entered the camp and moved forward quickly. Going further inside, they could see more buildings. The most conspicuous one was the tall building, of which only half was left and it was leaning to the side.

When Song Yi passed by, he caught a glimpse of its outline and felt a sense of familiarity. He had seen it in comics.

There were still some building materials scattered around the building, which should be the area that had not been cleaned up yet.

They did not enter here. Under the leadership of An Xiaochun, they went around from the side and took the path that was just passing by.

In just a few minutes, they reached the center and entered a building. After entering the door, they turned left and entered the meeting room.

There were already people inside. After they entered, An Xiaochun walked to the other side and sat down by the window.

Without any further notice, Ying Rushi and Zhigui moved forward and sat on the other side, facing the others, as if they were ready to start.

Song Yi was the only one left in the room, standing at the door without choosing a good position.

Seeing this, An Xiaochun extended his hand to Song Yi and said, "Come, sit anywhere. The meeting is about to start."

Song Yi shook his head and asked, "Where's Yan Changyue? You're not taking him with you?"

An Xiaochun did not answer. After looking at Xi Lin, he turned his eyes away. After everyone exchanged glances, An Xiaochun said:

"Lord Yan is recovering from his injuries, so I'll be your friend. Today we'll have a preliminary discussion, and I'll be in charge. As for the content of the discussion... I'll make a decision when Lord Yan is better."

Song Yi asked again: "Where is Yan Changyue? When will he come?"

An Xiaochun replied: "Lord Yan will not come today."

When Song Yi heard this, he understood everything. He turned around and was about to look for someone, but Zhigui stood up and reached out to grab Song Yi's collar.

"Don't run around." Zhigui said.

Song Yi shook his shoulders, broke free from the hand, turned his head to look at everyone, and said with a smile: "I went to comfort my master, how can it be considered wandering around."

The people who were about to stand up, after hearing what he said, sat back down and retracted their gaze. The person on guard outside the door also picked up the intercom and began to make notifications.

Until now, no one stopped him and Song Yi could walk freely in the camp.

But he didn't care. Compared with this, Yan Changyue was more important. After asking for directions, he went straight to Yan Changyue's room. He walked at first, and then gradually quickened his pace as he moved forward, and finally started running.

It was not until he saw a figure in front of him at the next corner that he gradually slowed down his pace.

From his position, the man's tall figure, in a formal suit, looked even more broad-shouldered and narrow-waisted, with an abstinent air. But his hair was long, with the ends just past the collar, and swayed slightly with every step he took, like a naughty tail.

Seeing this, Song Yi's pace, which had just slowed down, began to speed up again, and he ran a few steps to get behind the other person. As the distance shortened, the familiar breath hit his face directly and filled his nostrils more clearly - it was a sweet citrus scent.

He subconsciously spread his arms and rushed forward, wanting to hug the other person, but at this moment, his steps paused. The other person also heard the sound and turned sideways to look at him.

It was a handsome face with naturally smiling eyes, but as they looked at each other, his eyes actually widened slightly. Song Yi stopped what he was doing completely, not only because it was difficult to continue, but more importantly... this was not Yan Changyue.

This person is Yan Zhichun, who is taking a deep breath and showing an indignant expression. Before Song Yi puts down his hand, Yan Zhichun grabs his collar and pulls him towards himself, growling:

"You just like this face, don't you?"

There was anger and gnashing of teeth in his voice, and just from listening to it, Song Yi felt as if... Yan Zhichun wanted to chop him into pieces.

So he raised his hands and said honestly: "Ah, no, you two look similar, Yan Changyue is prettier than you, I realized it's not the case."

Yan Zhichun closed his eyes, enduring the meeting, and when he quickly opened his eyes, he suddenly raised his right hand and slapped Song Yi directly on the left cheek.

It was filled with anger and the scent of citrus, so much so that Song Yi was distracted and failed to dodge the not-so-fast slap in time. Even though he turned his head in the middle, he was still hit.

The sound of "pop" echoed in the air.

Song Yi was a little stunned, and Yan Zhichun didn't put down his hand either. When the two of them stopped here, time seemed to slow down. In this situation, the one who hit someone spoke first, and sounded even angrier.

"Nonsense, you are Stardust, why don't you hide, it turns out that you... like this face! Asshole! I'm fighting for my brother!"

As Yan Zhichun spoke, he clenched his hands in the air and stared at Song Yi's face, as if he was looking for an angle to hit Song Yi again.

Song Yi didn't understand brother control, but he respected Yan Changyue and didn't want her to think of him that way, so he looked at Yan Zhichun again and said seriously:

"I know who you are, and after getting closer, I also know you are not him."

“But why did you wear perfume today? Why does your scent resemble his?

Yan Zhichun was stunned, and the hand was finally put down, but in the process, it rubbed the tip of his nose. He looked a little guilty, and even lowered his eyes and glanced to the side. When he spoke again, his voice was also lowered.

"Ah, that's true... Stardust is sensitive to smells. It's easier to confuse things than what we see with our naked eyes. Sigh."

"Um, sorry, I don't usually use it, but...I just used it a little because I couldn't sleep well recently."