Song Ci was stunned for a moment.
Give it all to him?
Then what should I eat?
Song Ci still pushed everything in front of Han Zhan. Seeing that Han Zhan really picked up the chopsticks and started eating with big mouthfuls, without any intention of sharing any with her, Song Ci felt really aggrieved, sad, and wanted to cry.
I don't know why I feel so wronged.
She sat on her stool, lowered her head and said, "Actually, I haven't eaten either. Can you give me some?"
Han Zhan responded coldly, "No, I can't even eat enough."
Song Ci raised her head, her eyes red. "Han Zhan, just before in bed you said I was your baby and made me cry. Now I ask you to give me a piece of purple sweet potato, what's wrong with that? Are you still human?"
Song Ci really cried when she saw Han Zhan reaching out for the remaining half of the purple sweet potato.
She felt bullied. She had no parents, her sister was in a coma, her adoptive father and sister were always thinking about her heart, and when she found a man, he would even compete with her for food! Song Ci felt that her life was really miserable, even worse than the heroines in TV dramas.
Han Zhan finally threw the half purple sweet potato to Song Ci. Song Ci wiped her tears in anger and growled at Han Zhan: "No!"
Han Zhan knew that she was angry, and not only did he not coax her, but his face also darkened.
Seeing this, Song Ci was so angry that she laughed. "You ate everything, and I can't say anything to you? And you're still making a face!" At this moment, Song Ci just wanted a divorce.
Han Zhan suddenly spoke up, his voice deep, "When I left, the food in the refrigerator was only enough for you to eat for four days. In these seven days, you only ate the food for three days. Song Ci, is this how you take care of yourself?"
Song Ci was stunned.
She didn't expect Han Zhan to be angry about this.
Song Ci often locked herself in her room these days to compose music. When she was working hard, she tended to forget about time. Only when she was extremely hungry would she cook something to make do. So, she ate only enough food for three days, but she ate it for seven days.
Before going to bed yesterday, she was still thinking about going to the supermarket to buy groceries this morning. As a result, she got up a little late this morning, so she went directly to the airport to pick up Han Zhan. On the way back, it started to rain heavily, so she forgot about the shopping.
Realizing that Han Zhan was angry at her for not taking good care of herself, Song Ci felt guilty and kept silent. Her look of having done something wrong was very pitiful.
Han Zhan looked at Song Ci admitting her mistake with her head down, his heart as hard as iron. He said, "When I opened the refrigerator to prepare dinner and saw that it was empty, I guessed that you must not have eaten well these days. I was really angry at that time."
"Song Ci, you are 22 years old, not two years old. You are an adult, not a baby, you shouldn't be so useless..." He wanted to say that he was not useless to this extent, but he felt that the words were too heavy and could not bear to say it.
Song Ci wiped her eyes, grabbed the half purple sweet potato and started to eat it. As she ate it, she said, "I was composing music these days and forgot to go to the supermarket to buy some. But I promise, I will never make such a mistake again."
"I want your guarantee?" Han Zhan was somewhat helpless. He stared at Song Ci's obviously thinner body and sighed, "What I want is a healthy Song Ci."
"You'll get sick if you keep skipping meals." Han Zhan looked at Song Ci deeply and said, "Song Ci, you're not alone anymore. You're my wife and the mother of a child in the future. If you can't even take care of yourself, how are you going to take care of our child in the future?"
Han Zhan's tone became overbearing and strong. "If you really want to spend your life with me, please take good care of yourself. Only when you are healthy can we talk about growing old together."
Song Ci was silent for a while after hearing this, and was deeply moved.
Just then, the doorbell rang.
Song Ci rubbed her eyes and was about to open the door, but Han Zhan said, "You are wearing a nightgown, I will go." Song Ci looked down at her nightgown, which was indeed very short and not suitable for being seen by others.
After a while, Han Zhan came in with takeout. Seeing the takeout, Song Ci's expression was very complicated. "Brother Han, you ordered takeout."
Han Zhan put the takeaway in front of her and asked her, "Why don't I let you starve? If you starve and lose your wife, who will compensate you?"
Song Ci burst into laughter again. "Brother Han, you are so kind." He is a bit old, but he is handsome and kind.
Song Ci was really hungry, so he opened the takeaway and started eating.
Han Zhan looked at her eating and said, "Let's find a reliable cook." Glancing at Song Ci's thin arms, Han Zhan said disdainfully, "You're too thin. I don't even dare to pinch you hard."
Song Ci was at a loss whether to laugh or cry.
"No." She thought for a moment and said, "Let's not look for one yet. I don't like strangers in my house. When we get pregnant and have a baby, we can find someone who knows us well to come and take care of us."
Han Zhan thought about it seriously and agreed.
Song Ci gave the leftover food to Han Zhan. After dinner, knowing that Han Zhan had no work to do, Song Ci took out the two songs she had written in the past few days and showed them to Han Zhan.
She recounted her inspiration for composing the music, hoping Han Zhan would praise her as a genius, but Han Zhan showed little interest. It wasn't because Song Ci's work was bad, but rather because Han Zhan himself was completely clueless about music. Han Zhan couldn't understand the two music scores Song Ci held in her hand, so naturally, he wasn't interested.
As they were talking, they noticed that Han Zhan's eyes were fixed on a certain piece, and it was obvious that he was wandering. Song Ci knew that Han Zhan was distracted, so she asked tentatively: "Brother Han, do you not understand the music score?"
Han Zhan was rarely embarrassed. He nodded honestly, "I haven't learned it." Not only had Han Zhan never studied music, he didn't even know many songs. He did learn a few songs during his military service, such as "March of the Volunteers," "Green Flowers in the Army," and "My Old Squad Leader."
Among pop music, the only song Han Zhan can sing completely is Li Yuchun's "Same As You".
Song Ci was surprised to hear Han Zhan say this. However, she then thought about how Old Man Han had spent his entire life in the military and was a man of steel. It was understandable that Han Zhan, who had been raised by him, didn't understand music.
Song Ci asked Han Zhan curiously, "What did you learn outside of class when you were a kid?"
Han Zhan said: "Calligraphy, Go, and shooting."
Song Ci gave Han Zhan a thumbs up and said, "As expected of a man who has been playing with guns since childhood, Brother Han is awesome."
Han Zhan was amused by her exaggerated praise.
Song Ci said again: "Then I hum it for you?"
"good."
Sitting by the French window, Song Ci closed her eyes and softly hummed a tune she had composed. Behind her were tall buildings and the lights of countless homes. Han Zhan stared at Song Ci, taking in her appearance and the lights behind her.
Because of her, there is finally a light in this city, left for him.
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