Chapter 6 Chapter 6 I don’t think she looks like you…
With resentment emanating from her body, she persisted until the end of the work at noon, then she grabbed her bag and fled. Arriving at Zhong Xiuwen's house again, the route was familiar, and Song Zhihan even greeted the aunt who had shown her the way last time.
This time she made preparations in advance and put a pair of flat shoes in the car to change into when getting out of the car so that it would be easier to climb the stairs.
Sweeping away the dark clouds of boredom, she showed a standard eight-eye smile and greeted Zhong Xiumen with a good attitude.
After opening the door, there was only air in front of her. She lowered her eyes and saw a small ball holding the door frame.
He was only a tiny person, with a head of frizzy hair, and his big, watery grape eyes sparkled with curiosity.
Song Zhihan's heart suddenly fluttered. So cute, so cute, so cute.
She bent down and squatted, and when she spoke again, her voice was already so annoying that it made people sick: "Baby, who are you~"
Tuanzi No. 1 blinked: "Sister, who are you~"
As the two were talking, Zhong Xiuwen, wearing an apron, came over and said, "What are you standing there for? Come in and eat."
She took Song Zhihan's cutlery and placed him on the table in the living room.
There were three little kids sitting side by side at the colorful tables and chairs. Including the one at the door, there were four in total, two boys and two girls.
Four pairs of eyes stared at her, as if they saw something new.
Song Zhihan bathed in the gazes of the dumplings, and Hart softened. His brain, which had been driven crazy by Julie and Lin Jie, finally felt at peace.
So cute, so cute, so cute. I really want to work with them.
Dumpling No. 1: "Sister, you are so beautiful~"
Dumpling No. 2: "Sister, your skin is like milk~"
Dumpling No. 3: "Sister, your clothes are the same color as Aisha's princess dress~"
Tuanzi's trumpet: "Sister, you... wuwuwu...sister and the others have said nothing~"
The smallest child opened his mouth and was about to burst into tears. Zhong Xiuwen quickly stuffed the juicy red watermelon into his mouth. The little child ate while mumbling, "Wow... so sweet... woooo sister... woooo, so delicious..."
Song Zhihan couldn't help laughing and answered the little dumplings' questions one by one in a clipping tone.
"Sister is very beautiful. Her skin is fair because she's been drinking milk all her life. Her clothes are modeled after Aisha's. If you don't know what to say, just praise her for being beautiful~"
Zhong Xiuwen looked at her with contempt: "How old are you?"
Song Zhihan acted cute: "Twenty-five~"
Zhong Xiuwen closed her eyes and pressed her temples deeply: "Come and eat!"
The lunch dishes were still two meat dishes and one vegetable dish, beef brisket with tomatoes, diced chicken with green onions and stir-fried cabbage.
The little dumplings had eaten early and had been taken away in a group by Zhong Xiuwen for lunch break. The little dumplings kept looking back at Song Zhihan with their eyes. She was so cute that she covered her chest and swayed in place. So cute~
After settling the children, when Zhong Xiumen came out again, Song Zhihan had already started eating. She scooped a full spoonful of rice into her mouth and ate it with relish.
I have to say, the way she eats makes people feel that the food is very delicious.
Zhong Xiuwen sat down casually opposite her, drank some water while looking at her, and couldn't help laughing as she looked at her.
Song Zhihan was extremely satisfied with the meal. The tomato beef brisket soup mixed with rice was so fragrant. Apart from the high calories, there was nothing wrong with it. Zhong Xiumen's cooking skills were great, and the taste of her home-cooked dishes was at its peak, comparable to that of her family's chef. While eating, she gave Zhong Xiumen a thumbs-up to express her approval.
This was undoubtedly the highest compliment to the cook. Zhong Xiumen felt a little proud, but she still pretended to be fierce and slapped her hand away, warning her to eat well.
After finishing the meal, Song Zhihan touched her belly, which was bulging under her skirt, and felt like burping. The result of the meal test was undeniable. Zhong Xiuwen wiped the table and said, "I told you last time when the meal is ready. After washing the dishes, put them in the disinfection cabinet. There is no extra room in the house for you to rest. You should find a way to solve this problem yourself."
Song Zhihan looked around and asked knowingly, "Auntie, doesn't your house have three bedrooms? I see the children are all in one room."
"The other one is my daughter's room."
Finally getting to the point, Song Zhihan rubbed his hands, looking at the photo of Lin Mo on the cupboard in the distance and asked, "Oh, is this your daughter?"
In fact, she saw it the first time she came. There was a photo of Lin Mo on the wall cabinet. The frame was wiped so clean that it was reflective. She was wearing a bachelor's gown, and a rare smile appeared on her cold and pretty face.
Looks so much like Song Yazhi!
The thorns on Zhong Xiuwen's body were instantly put away. She said with a very proud tone: "Yes, my baby, she graduated from Nanjing University. Isn't it amazing? Not only did she have good grades, but she is also so beautiful. Hey, don't you think my daughter looks a lot like the Little Dragon Girl in The Return of the Condor Heroes?"
This was the most enthusiastic she had been since the two of them met, and it was to introduce Lin Mo.
Song Zhihan felt a pang of sadness in her heart, and her good mood during the meal disappeared instantly. She couldn't help but feel sorry for herself. In a fit of anger, she said in a muffled voice, "I don't think so."
In fact, she also thought Lin Mo was very beautiful, the kind of appearance she liked very much, but she couldn't praise her now.
Her angry words were due to her jealousy towards Song Yazhi for being close to Lin Mo, and her sadness towards Zhong Xiuwen for valuing Lin Mo, although she understood that it was natural for a mother to be proud of her daughter.
Zhong Xiuwen snorted at her: "You have no taste."
Song Zhihan became even angrier and contradicted her: "I don't think she looks like you."
It was said in anger, but it was also the truth. Compared with Song Yazhi, Zhong Xiuwen, the "biological mother", did not look like Lin Mo.
She thought Zhong Xiuwen would make some excuses, but she actually admitted it: "My daughter looks like her father. My daughter looks like my husband. My husband is a handsome man known to everyone in the neighborhood."
Song Zhihan captured the key information and no longer had the heart to be jealous. He started to care about the new character.
"Aunt Zhong, I came here twice, but I didn't see my uncle."
And looking at the furnishings in the house, there doesn't seem to be any signs of men living there.
The expression on Zhong Xiuwen's face faded: "It was bad luck. He died more than 20 years ago."
Song Zhihan was stunned, but quickly reacted: "I'm sorry, Aunt Zhong, I didn't mean it..."
My heart suddenly felt a little sad. I couldn't help but wonder what kind of person this father, whom I had never met, was.
Zhong Xiuwen waved her hands and didn't care much.
At this point, Zhong Xiuwen urged her to wash the dishes and leave: "Wash them and put them in the disinfection cabinet, then close the door and leave. We need to rest."
Song Zhihan made an OK gesture and did as she was instructed, placing the bowls and chopsticks together with the children's. Looking at the colorful tableware of different colors, she suddenly burst out laughing.
Although I am now disliked by both mothers and unexpectedly learned the news of my biological father's death, at least I met the cute little Dumpling today and ate delicious food, so it's okay!
After packing up and returning to the car, she suddenly remembered what Zhong Xiuwen said, "Daughters look like their fathers." She pouted and found another piece of evidence. She didn't look like Gu Chen either. After carefully comparing the three known parents, she still felt that she looked most like Zhong Xiuwen.
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Although Lin Jie has high demands, he produces good results. Even Song Zhihan, a small follower, can clearly feel that their work efficiency has improved a lot.
Apart from the criticism at the last meeting, she and Lin Jie had little interaction. The scripts for the first few episodes had already been polished, and he was currently busy with the progress of the modeling team and had no time to pay attention to her.
Although there were constant minor frictions with Julie, Julie no longer openly picked on her because of Lin Jie, the boss who made her feel more stressed. Overall, life was pretty smooth.
At ten o'clock, I made eye contact with Cheng Yang, and we both walked towards the tea room at the same time.
As soon as they reunited, they heard Cheng Yang complaining bitterly, "I'm dying of suffocation! I'm dying of suffocation! Today, the demon held a small meeting with our group and gave the whole group a beating. He said we were primitive people and our publicity methods and points were too old-fashioned, with no new ideas. Look at what he's capable of, why doesn't he just do it himself!"
Well, another poor person who was harmed by the mustard seeds in the forest.
Song Zhihan patted her shoulder and replied sympathetically, "Thank you for sharing the firepower for us. Thank you very much."
Cheng Yang gritted his teeth and punched the air. The two of them walked to the small rooftop at the end of the tea room, laughing and deciding to let loose for a while.
I quietly opened the door, and before I even leaned in, I saw two people standing there.
It was the leader of the publicity group and...Lin Jie. The leader was in a mist, and half of Lin Jie's face was shrouded in smoke, making it blurry.
The two thieves stopped at the same time and hid behind the door. Cheng Yang made a hushing gesture and stretched his ears far away, ready to eavesdrop.
Song Zhihan...was also very curious and eavesdropped with her.
"James said you're a local and graduated from Yanda University. Where did you go to high school? Normal University Affiliated School or Provincial Experimental School?"
Song Zhihan and Cheng Yang looked at each other silently, seeing the speechless look in each other's eyes. After finishing college and high school, is this a common problem for academic masters?
“I went to Ryan for high school.”
"Ryan? That aristocratic school is pretty good, Mr. Lin. It's quite capable."
Lin Jie smiled faintly and did not explain the reason.
Song Zhihan knew the answer. In fact, Lin Jie had good grades and was recruited by Ryan at a high price. All the students in the school knew it.
"I remember... Song Zhihan from the screenwriting team is also from Ryan, right? It seems you two are alumni, or maybe old acquaintances."
This question was asked with some tentative meaning.
Lin Jie didn't answer but asked, "How do you know she's also Ryan's?"
"...A pretty girl is always eye-catching and piques people's curiosity wherever she goes. Judging by your ages, you should be about the same age."
"Well, two years apart, but we don't know each other."
"Oh... so..."
The conversation between the two then revolved around work. The team leader continued to smoke, and the smell of smoke drifted out through the crack in the door. Song Zhihan frowned and pulled Cheng Yang to the tea room.
Cheng Yang was extremely curious: "Liu Zhenyu, that bastard, actually has evil intentions towards you! You and the demon are classmates, why haven't I heard you mention it before?"
Song Zhihan poured her a glass of water and lowered his eyes: "He was already in his third year of high school when I enrolled. We... never had any contact at all."
Cheng Yang nodded. "Oh, how's that? Did he show any signs of becoming a big devil in high school?"
Song Zhihan thought about it and nodded with certainty: "Absolutely."
Lin Jie has always been the number one in school, no matter big or small exams. He even made history by winning the city's top spot in the college entrance examination that year, which made Ryan International, a private school, famous. In the following years, several public schools were wary of him for a long time.
Some people are like fleeting fireworks, their breathtaking presence fading away, leaving only the long night behind. Since Lin Jie graduated, Ryan hasn't seen anyone like him.
I remember the two years when Lin Jie's name appeared most frequently. Song Zhihan was in her second and third year of high school. The classmates around her and even the teachers of various subjects were talking about him. Lin Jie, Lin Jie, gave her a splitting headache. Every time she heard it, it reminded Song Zhihan of her failure.
She was trapped in a wall called Lin Jie, and everyone was forcing her to remember Lin Jie.
No one knew how hard she tried to forget.
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