Ranran the Rising Sun (Sister) - Chapter 95: Undercurrents (Part 2)

When Song Kang arrived in S City, it was exactly four o'clock in the afternoon. It was late autumn in October, the days were getting shorter, and a cold front was moving south. Many pedestrians on the street had already wrapped themselves in scarves and put on coats, and they were all walking quickly on the asphalt road covered with golden ginkgo leaves.
He took the subway to the residential area. Since it was Saturday, only Chen Muyang was home; Song Yiran was still attending classes at the institution.
Chen Muyang was making soup in the kitchen when he glanced downstairs and saw a man who looked just like Song Kang. Just as he was wondering what was going on, the doorbell rang downstairs.
Chen Muyang was stunned for a few seconds, then turned around and went straight to the north bedroom. He deliberately spread out the quilt and messed it up, then ran to the balcony to put his and her underwear into the closet, leaving only socks hanging on the clothes rack.
He carefully removed the Buddhist prayer beads and ring from his wrist and placed them in a small corner of the wardrobe. Every time his uncle came, they would take off the necklace, prayer beads, and ring, and put them back on after his uncle left.
They don't have matching outfits, matching toothbrush cups, or anything like that. Besides having different tastes, it's also a habitual measure they took a few years ago to prevent their uncles from noticing anything amiss.
Chen Muyang had just sent her a text message when the doorbell rang again.
When he rushed over to answer the phone, he indeed heard a familiar voice on the receiver.
"Hello?"
"Hey? Mu Yang? Open the door downstairs."
After pressing the door open button, Chen Muyang stood frozen at the doorway. He felt that his uncle's behavior of rushing over without prior notice was somewhat unusual, and he felt an inexplicable confusion and panic in his heart.
Even so, Chen Muyang, a master of lying and pretense, suppressed his unease the moment Song Kang knocked on the door, and habitually smiled faintly after opening it: "Uncle?"
"I'm not busy over there right now, so I thought I'd come and see you all." Song Kang's words were true, but they weren't his real intentions.
After entering the house, Song Kang first went to the bathroom to wash his hands, and then paced back and forth with his hands behind his back, talking to him from time to time.
Chen Muyang was cooking in the kitchen, and through the kitchen glass, he quietly echoed Song Kang's words.
Following the sizzling sound of stir-frying, Song Kang looked over and saw his tall, thin nephew, dressed in thin pajamas, intently cooking. Although it was getting cold, he was wearing gray socks and gray plastic sandals.
Wearing sandals in this weather. Song Kang was about to grumble a bit, but he swallowed the words back. He thought to himself, the child is all grown up, and I'm just his uncle, why should I say anything?
Out of the corner of his eye, Chen Muyang saw his uncle sit down on the sofa and start smoking, staring blankly at the clock above the television. Song Kang suddenly realized that there was a new crystal glass ashtray in the house; it wasn't there when he came last year.
Song Kang looked at Chen Muyang curiously, and Chen Muyang turned around and threw the trash on the kitchen counter into the trash can to avoid Song Kang's gaze.
The sound of his uncle's footsteps rang out again, and the figure in his peripheral vision grew closer and closer.
"Why is there an ashtray here?"
"I've started smoking."
Song Kang was taken aback, then muttered to himself, "Oh, it's you who's smoking. I thought it was someone else."
Chen Muyang silently observed his uncle's expression, wondering why he didn't ask about Ranran or why he smoked.
Song Kang sat back down and continued smoking, waiting for his daughter to return.
As wisps of smoke rose, vague yet vivid memories of Song Min surfaced in his mind, making him even more alert. He took a deep drag of his cigarette and stubbed it out in the ashtray.
"Where is Ranran?"
"She'll be back at 5:30, she's probably already on the subway."
"How has she been lately?"
Chen Muyang was puzzled by the question, feeling both confused and guilty. He slowly nodded and buried his head in stirring the vegetables in the pan.
Despite being mentally prepared, Song Yiran still couldn't help but exclaim in surprise when she opened the door and came back. When her father looked over and examined her, she quickly regained her composure, called out "Dad," and immediately began to take off her shoes.
At this moment, Song Kang stood up leisurely with his hands behind his back. When his daughter tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, he noticed the strange silver letter stud on her earlobe. It looked like a small circle with a notch on it.
He frowned. The fashion and aesthetics of young people were indeed different from his. Song Kang thought his daughter's earrings were extremely ugly. How could such trendy jewelry compare to the elegant and intellectual look of a woman with clear and bright pearl earrings?
With her back to Song Kang, she squatted down to untie her shoelaces. Whether it was from panic or something else, the laces on her Martin boots were unusually difficult to untie today, and the warmth of the room made her break out in a sweat with nervousness.
Song Yiran suddenly remembered the earrings she had worn when she went out today, so she immediately lowered her head. Her soft hair slipped down from behind her ears due to gravity, covering her ears, which were red from nervousness.
Song Kang glanced at her figure and saw her struggling to untie her shoelaces before slipping on fluffy slippers. Her short, thin gray cotton socks couldn't cover her slender ankles.
As she took out her transit card, cell phone, earphones, and other items from her coat pocket, Song Kang heard a strange metallic "clink" sound as they fell to the ground.
He looked in the direction of the sound and saw his daughter turning her head anxiously and hesitantly, seemingly looking for something. When their eyes met, she quickly grabbed her bag and laptop and went back to her room.
She went back to her room to change her clothes and quietly took off her necklace and earrings before coming out to eat. However, she was absent-minded throughout the meal.
Strangely, Song Kang had many questions to ask his daughter, but for some reason, he was suddenly distracted by the unusually quiet atmosphere of the meal. He only knew that although his daughter had his blood in her veins, her heart was already far away from his.
He felt frustrated, realizing he wasn't a good father, and suddenly became confused about why he had rushed here in such a hurry.
"Dad, why didn't you say anything before coming? Otherwise, I could have come to pick you up."
Song Kang snapped out of his thoughts, chuckled dryly, and said, "I'm not old, I can do it myself, you don't need to help me."
She shoveled a few mouthfuls of rice into her mouth and gave an awkward laugh: "Oh... okay."

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