Chapter 37 Chapter 37 She reminded him again that they were brothers...
Because she couldn't attend Zhong Xiuwen's birthday party, Song Zhihan was unhappy for several days. Many times, she looked at Zhong Xiuwen, wanting to say something but stopping herself from saying it in the end, fearing that it would be too offensive and make her feel uncomfortable.
The gift still had to be bought, but she was too lazy to ask Lin Jie. Song Zhihan bought a set of skin care products at the counter and asked the clerk to write a birthday greeting. She was too embarrassed to show her elementary school handwriting.
After shopping, she was looking through the photos sent by Li Daizhen, but suddenly received a message from Lin Jie.
【Come to my house for lunch tomorrow. 】
tomorrow?
Isn’t that Sammi Chung’s birthday?
Song Zhihan was overjoyed, his fingers moving quickly on the keyboard. He agreed on a time with him, then went home with his things.
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The weather forecast said rain, but it was a sunny day outside the window. Song Zhihan got up early and planned to pack up and leave early.
The journey was smooth, but when we were about to reach the Lin family, the weather suddenly changed and raindrops as big as beans hit the car window with a crackling sound.
Song Zhihan glanced out the window worriedly. The roads near the community were very narrow. She always parked her car in an open area not far away and then walked over. But today she had to jog a few steps.
Suddenly I regretted not bringing an umbrella.
By the time we arrived at the Lin family's house, the rain was getting heavier. The downpour mercilessly washed over the front windows, leaving traces of water curtains. Even if we ran as fast as we could, we would definitely get soaked.
Song Zhihan was in a dilemma. He didn't want to call someone to pick her up, but he also didn't want to miss his meal because of her.
Just as I was planning to find an excuse to lie that I had some special situation on the road and let them eat first, there was suddenly a knock on the car window.
Through the wet window, she saw Lin Jie's blurry eyes.
At the same time, the phone rang again.
【I brought an umbrella and got off the car. 】
Song Zhihan took the gift on the passenger seat and carefully opened the car door.
The rain was indeed heavy, and the door was only a crack, but the hem of her skirt was stained with water marks. Song Zhihan instinctively shrank back.
But soon, the car door was opened again by another force, and she saw Lin Jie holding an umbrella.
He stood in the rain, with a gray umbrella hanging over his head, and the rain curtain in the sky became a backdrop.
"Put on your coat." He stuck the umbrella in the gap of the open car door, forming a small dry space, and then put the cool black windbreaker on her.
The dress was very long, and when it was put on and buttoned up, it could cover Song Zhihan's entire body, including the skirt that she had always worried about getting dirty.
On rainy days, umbrellas are placed one after another, and the distance between people will become farther, but close people will become closer.
Holding an umbrella over Lin Jie's head meant that both of them were covered in the same space, so their sides inevitably touched each other, especially their shoulders, arms, and even their lower thighs.
The rain fell with all its might, showing no sign of stopping. The strong wind also showed up uninvited, changing the direction of the originally vertical raindrops and hitting people from all sorts of tricky angles.
Lin Jie's coat was not spared. Song Zhihan lifted his wide sleeves and said softly, "Your clothes are wet."
The clothes were loose on her like a costume.
Lin Jie was holding an umbrella in one hand and a gift in the other. Upon hearing this, he tilted the umbrella even more, exposing half of his body to the rain.
"Is your show ready?" he asked her in the rain.
The show...
Song Zhihan lowered his head somewhat embarrassedly, lacking confidence: "Well...anyway, my singing skills are average, it's good enough that I can sing in tune."
She was quite good at playing the piano, but the Lin family did not give her any room to display her skills.
Speaking of singing skills, Song Zhihan asked him curiously: "What about you? Aren't you going to perform for Aunt Zhong too? What have you prepared? Are you going to sing too?"
Lin Jie looked straight ahead, felt the wetness on his trouser legs, frowned slightly, and then answered Song Zhihan's question.
"Yes, but I sing off key."
The unruly rain hit his face. Song Zhihan dodged towards Lin Jie, and his arm hit his wrist holding the umbrella. The umbrella shook three times, and the accumulated rainwater on it fell into the umbrella like a light rain.
Song Zhihan knew he was in the wrong, so he quickly stretched out his sleeve to protect Lin Jie's face to prevent the dirty water from seeping into his eyes.
She stood on tiptoe, raised her hands to protect Lin Jie's face. When the raindrops fell to the ground, they slowly dropped. Close at hand were two pairs of eyes in the rain, so close that she could clearly see the color of their pupils.
Lin Jie couldn't help but move forward a little bit.
Song Zhihan suddenly stepped back, her back leaving the umbrella. The feeling of her clothes slowly getting wet made her regain her sanity.
She didn't look at Lin Jie again, but said in a stiff tone: "We both sing out of tune. This is probably the commonality between siblings. One of Aunt Zhong and Uncle must be out of tune too!"
She tried hard to make the relationship between the two of them closer to that of brother and sister.
A drop of rain fell on his eyelashes. Lin Jie blinked and let it blur his eyes.
She was reminding him again that they were brother and sister.
Upstairs, Zhong Xiuwen and Lin Mo squeezed behind the curtain, watching the two people moving slowly forward through the gap and the rain.
"Jasmine, do you think your brother likes Song Zhihan?" Zhong Xiuwen raised her chin and looked thoughtful.
Lin Mo smiled faintly and answered without asking: "Do you like Miss Song?"
Zhong Xiuwen let out an "ah" and continued to complain: "That young lady is so picky about food, you can't talk her out of it. If you do, she'll just play the scoundrel trick. She's best at acting like a spoiled brat..."
I said a lot of things, and finally ended up with one sentence.
"But... I really can't think of any reason to dislike her. I really think your brother likes her. When have you ever seen your brother treat a girl like this? Remember before, the girls who pursued him even came to his house, but your brother still put on a dead face to them."
She spoke and gestured at the same time, and when she imitated Lin Jie, she put away her smile, pressed down the corners of her mouth, frowned, and her voice automatically lowered by eight degrees.
Lin Mo smiled and said in a faint voice: "I don't know whether my brother likes her or not, but...Miss Song is different from others in his heart."
Her eyes casually swept over the umbrellas in the cabinet.
Perhaps it was because they had seen Lin Jie reject others so many times that they could keenly smell any slight difference. From the first time they saw them together, Lin Mo felt that Song Zhihan was a special existence to Lin Jie.
The prepared meals are placed on the heating plate, looking and smelling delicious.
Song Zhihan first gave the gift to Zhong Xiuwen, and then said a few words of congratulations, which made Zhong Xiuwen smile. She also liked to hear such annoying words, but unfortunately the two ancestors in the family were less talkative than the other. The more Zhong Xiuwen looked at Song Zhihan, the more she felt that it would be great for her to join this family.
"Is it delicious? Do you think there is anything different about today's dishes?" Zhong Xiumen picked up a lot of dishes for Song Zhihan and piled them into a small mountain in the bowl.
Song Zhihan was no stranger to flattery, praising Zhong Xiuwen in every way, much to her amusement. Lin Jie coughed lightly and gently tugged at the corner of her clothes under the table.
Song Zhihan looked at him doubtfully, and was distracted by Zhong Xiuwen's words again.
"So what do you think of today's meal compared to the ones I usually make?"
Song Zhihan answered devoutly, "Today is the day when your cooking skills have reached their peak. It's so delicious, the best meal I've ever had."
As soon as these words were spoken, Zhong Xiuwen immediately dropped her chopsticks and burst into laughter, and Lin Mo's lips couldn't help but rise.
Lin Jie lowered his head in unbearable pain and tried to hide his smile by drinking water.
Song Zhihan was completely confused.
Is there a word used incorrectly?
Seeing her bewildered face, Lin Jie kindly tilted his head to remind her, with an irrepressible smile in his eyes: "I cooked today's meal."
Song Zhihan's smile froze, but he still didn't give up: "All of them?"
Lin Jie nodded, picked up a piece of beef for her and placed it at the highest point of the mountain.
"all."
Song Zhihan felt a little dead.
Then wasn't her action just now denying Aunt Zhong's cooking skills?
Thinking quickly, she pointed at the shredded potatoes in her bowl and said, "I told you, Auntie Zhong's shredded potatoes aren't this thick!"
She would rather offend Lin Jie than make Aunt Zhong feel uncomfortable. Adhering to this principle, she severely criticized Lin Jie's dishes.
How could Zhong Xiuwen feel uncomfortable? She was simply overjoyed.
Lin Jie nodded helplessly once again, his words full of compromise: "Okay, whatever you say is what it is."
Song Zhihan felt a little embarrassed. She buried her head and gnawed on the beef in the bowl.
It’s really delicious. No wonder those little kids all say that the beef cooked by Brother Lin Jie is the best.
"Lin Jie, did you learn your cooking skills from Aunt Zhong? You're amazing." Song Zhihan tried to make amends and restore his image as a fence-sitter.
The person who answered the question was Zhong Xiuwen, and her face looked a little melancholy.
"I guess so. I was busy with work before, and Lin Jie was alone at home taking care of my sister. He knows a little bit about everything, but later..."
She refused to say what happened next.
Lin Jie chewed his food slowly and finished the rest of his sentence: "Remember I told you that when I was in junior high, I stayed at my uncle's house. My cooking skills improved by leaps and bounds there."
I completely remembered Lin Jie saying that at that time, I would also have to take care of my infant cousin. I didn't expect there was more unspoken bitterness.
Song Zhihan imagined the scene of Lin Jie holding the child in one hand and cooking with the other. The little cabbage was lying in the field with no one to care for it or love it. Lin Jie was so miserable...
"After I found out about this, I gritted my teeth and rented a house near their school. Since then, our family has never been separated."
After saying this, Zhong Xiuwen looked at her two children with a rare look of pity.
This picture of a loving mother and a filial son deeply hurt Song Zhihan's eyes. She couldn't bear to look at it anymore and buried her face deeply.
She began to doubt whether her decision to come here today was a clear one. Coming to see them loving each other seemed to make her even more miserable.
It was Lin Jie who lifted up her chin which was about to be buried in the rice.
"You have a mouth on your chin too?" He kindly reminded, and his fingers returned to their original position before Song Zhihan could react.
Lin Jie used his thumb to stroke the fingertips that had just touched her skin and picked up some food for Lin Mo.
Only then did Song Zhihan notice that Lin Mo had not touched any of those bright red colors.
She couldn't help but ask, "Lin Mo, don't you like spicy food?"
"Yeah, I can't eat spicy food at all."
Song Zhihan uttered an "oh" and suddenly muttered to himself, "Oh, my mom doesn't eat spicy food either."
Lin Jie's eyes instantly became sharp. This sentence was like a wake-up call, warning him that some things were unavoidable. Although he didn't allow himself to think about it, the facts were there and he had to admit it and face it.
He had to accept the fact that Song Zhihan was his biological sister.
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The author has something to say: Let’s see how long Lin Jie can last [glasses]
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