Chapter 19 Chapter 19 But You Are Not My Sister
Whether in the past or now, Song Zhihan could never have imagined that she and Lin Jie would appear in the same occasion as brother and sister.
Zhong Xiuwen said that since people were here, they should stay and have dinner together.
She found the little red stool where she usually sat, curled up into a ball, and leaned against the corner.
I still can't accept this fact. The impact of this result is too strong.
Forest mustard, forest jasmine.
Such a similar name, such a similar evaluation, she should have thought of it earlier.
Lin Jie explained their colleague relationship to Lin Mo. At this moment, she was sitting directly opposite Song Zhihan, and there was a bit more intimacy in the look in his eyes when he looked at her.
Song Zhihan calls this change mutual responsibility among family members.
It seemed that she was closer to this family, but she also felt that she was getting farther and farther away. There was always a layer of glass between them. Song Zhihan was a peeper outside the glass. She silently peeped at their intimacy and happiness, which was something she could not integrate into no matter what she did.
Her already depressed mood became even heavier. She couldn't understand why there was such a mixture of depression and pain. The depression came from the fact that she couldn't fit in, but the pain was because of the fact that Lin Jie was her brother.
Unimaginable, unacceptable.
Isn't it said that blood ties are magical? Why doesn't it work for her?
Song Zhihan was horrified to discover at this moment that he had actually tried to like his brother. Could this be the bond hidden in blood?
In fact, there was still a lingering regret. Regret for why I had come here today, why I had exposed this truth, and even why I had been so presumptuous as to give Song Yazhi a surprise on her birthday. If none of this had happened, would we not have reached this point today?
The gears of fate started turning quietly twenty-five years ago, and finally stopped suddenly twenty-five years later, stopping here, stopping at this moment.
Thousands of thoughts filled Song Zhihan's mind, and she felt like her head was about to explode.
Lin Jie was not far away from her. Seeing her lost in thought, he took a cup of warm water and handed it to her: "I'm Lin Mo's brother. Are you surprised?"
It would be more accurate to say that she was frightened rather than surprised. Lin Jie didn't understand why she had such a big reaction.
Song Zhihan held the cup, the warm water moistening her dry throat. She smiled very reluctantly: "I'm too stupid. Lin Mo said her brother is so good. I should have thought of you earlier."
Lin Jie raised his eyebrows slightly: "You agree with her words."
Song Zhihan nodded. Lin Jie’s excellence was an obvious fact.
Lin Jie glanced into the kitchen, where Zhong Xiuwen and her daughter were preparing food. He lifted his legs and sat on a small stool alongside Song Zhihan. His tall figure seemed very cramped as he casually chatted with her, "Lin Mo judges me by my brother's standards. What about you, Song Zhihan? From which perspective are you judging me?"
He looked at Song Zhihan persistently, without a trace of evasion in his eyes, demanding an answer.
If it were before today, Song Zhihan might have given a different answer, but today, knowing that Lin Jie was her brother, Song Zhihan could only give the standard and only answer. Her smile was still pale and weak: "Lin Mo and I are the same age, so of course I judge you by the standards of a brother."
Lin Jie continued to look at her with his deep eyes: "But you are not my sister."
Song Zhihan staggered to her feet from the small stool in a panic, looking a little embarrassed: "I'll go to the kitchen to see if anyone needs help." She ran away. If she continued like this, she would not be able to help but tell Lin Jie the truth in advance.
That must be scary.
Lin Jie stayed where he was, watching her footsteps with a frown on his face. He felt that Song Zhihan was acting strangely today. He was not like this just now in the corridor.
Song Zhihan ran to the mother and daughter, sniffed, and smiled: "Aunt Zhong, is there anything I can help with?"
Zhong Xiuwen was busy cutting the fish, her hands never stopping. She turned her eyes and smiled at her: "You don't have to do anything, just wait for dinner. Lin Jie is outside, let him chat with you."
Song Zhihan awkwardly tucked the hair by his ears and said, "I don't have much to talk about with him..."
She stood beside Lin Mo and took the beans from her hand: "I'll help you."
But she obviously didn't know how to do it, so she could only watch Lin Mo's movements out of the corner of her eye and imitate her.
"Miss Song, are you also making anime like my brother?"
They were not familiar with each other, and the only connection was probably Lin Jie, so the topic of discussion was naturally related to him.
Song Zhihan plucked the roots of the beans and threw them into the trash can, shaking his head. "I'm the script writer, and he's the composer. We have different responsibilities."
Lin Mo added: "But you are equally important."
Song Zhihan gave a genuine smile: "Lin Mo, I like talking to you."
Thinking of the embarrassing scene in the corridor just now, Song Zhihan wanted to explain: "What I said to that man just now was deliberately used to anger him, don't take it seriously..."
Lin Mo nodded in understanding: "I know, Miss Song, you can't stand Dong Kai gossiping about us."
Song Zhihan breathed a sigh of relief, fearing that it would cause some unnecessary misunderstandings.
All the beans were picked and Lin Mo put them in the vegetable bowl to wash. Song Zhihan was looking for work to do in the small kitchen.
Lin Mo smiled at her: "Miss Song, actually, I have liked you since the first time I saw you, and I also like talking to you."
Hearing such heartfelt words from a usually cold person sound far more sincere than from someone who loves to talk nonsense on a daily basis. Even someone like Song Zhihan, who has heard too many compliments, can sense Lin Mo's sincerity.
She thought that fate could be fickle and hateful at times, but could also bring her surprises at others. If it weren't for this "false case," she probably wouldn't have met Lin Mo and Zhong Xiuwen.
There were three of them in the kitchen, which was already very crowded, and the tall and strong Lin Jie wanted to get involved.
He reached over Song Zhihan's head, stretched out his arm to pick up the garlic on the windowsill, then bent over and peeled the garlic in the trash can by the door.
Song Zhihan hid behind Lin Mo's figure and secretly looked at his face through the shadows.
She had never seen Lin Jie like this before. In her memory, Lin Jie was always bold and ambitious. He made bold statements in the auditorium under the attention of the public and created miracles in the cubicle. She had never seen his down-to-earth side like this.
He peeled the garlic very quickly, picking it from the bottom and peeling it cleanly, and then a plump white garlic clove came out freshly.
Comparing the two, she actually felt that Lin Jie, who made soup by washing her hands, was more charming.
But he is my brother.
Song Zhihan regained consciousness and realized that her gaze should not linger on Lin Jie. The strong moral condemnation and self-loathing almost overwhelmed her.
She found that she still had feelings for Lin Jie.
The tragedy of this incident was that they met again after nine years, and Lin Jie explained to her why he rejected her back then. If the reunion hadn't happened, she could have just been like she had so many times before, taking his rejection to heart and ignoring his existence, treating him as just an old classmate they didn't know well, or perhaps a brother who had suddenly appeared.
Instead of being like now, desperately trying to maintain boundaries and constantly reminding himself of his identity.
She was in a daze again.
Lin Jie stood up and walked into the kitchen again. Holding the garlic, he stood in front of Song Zhihan and said to her, "Open your hands."
Song Zhihan took a step back, lowered his head, and opened his palms.
Then she saw Lin Jie put the peeled garlic in her hand, and the warmth of his fingers against her palm made her feel extremely uncomfortable.
"Don't you have work to do? Wash the garlic, then come out and prepare to eat."
Song Zhihan said "oh" and went to rinse the garlic under the water pipe.
Lin Mo and Zhong Xiumen, who were busy, looked at each other and saw the strangeness in each other's eyes.
They had met Song Zhihan before, and they knew Lin Jie. But they always felt that the atmosphere between the two of them was strange. Song Zhihan had never been so quiet, and Lin Jie had never been so fond of chatting.
Song Zhihan washed the garlic and was kicked out of the kitchen by Zhong Xiumen.
She wiped her hands and glanced at Lin Jie's position. Seeing that he was already sitting at the side of the high table, she immediately set her sights on a seat farthest away from him.
Before he could figure out how to face him, Song Zhihan could only think of escaping.
The farther away from him the better.
She went in that direction. Lin Jie, who was replying to messages with his head down, seemed to have eyes on his feet. He hooked the chair away with his feet without even raising his head.
Song Zhihan watched him perform this action in one go, and his jaw dropped in shock.
She always thought Lin Jie was a gentleman, so why was he playing tricks in front of her? Now, where else could she sit except next to him?
Song Zhihan wanted to run again, but this time Lin Jie stopped him directly: "Song Zhihan, are you hiding from me?"
Song Zhihan was stunned for a moment, then sat down next to him obediently and whispered, "No."
Lin Jie felt a bit of a headache because of her inexplicable little thoughts. "If you are embarrassed by what you said at the door today, then I can tell you clearly. I know you are speaking well of me, and I am very grateful to you. You don't have to worry about me misunderstanding anything, and you don't have to avoid me like a snake or scorpion. I don't remember having a bad habit of biting people, and I am not poisonous."
He looked like he was talking nonsense seriously.
Song Zhihan's heart, which had been gloomy all night, suddenly brightened up for a moment. She secretly curled the corners of her lips and said, "I know, but what that guy said was too harsh."
When Lin Jie saw that she finally smiled, the tense string in his head slowly relaxed.
"Well, my family has some conflicts with them. You should stop bothering him in the future."
"Then let's talk about it. Do you have any other questions?"
Lin Jie leaned forward slightly, as if listening.
Song Zhihan hesitated for a long time, looking at Lin Mo, then at him: "It's nothing, actually. I just envy you for your good relationship with Lin Mo. I'm often alone at home, and sometimes I really want to have a brother or sister."
Lin Jie saw the anticipation and sadness in her eyes, and felt that she seemed to be truly regretful about this matter, so he followed her words and comforted her: "Being a brother or sister with you is a happy thing."
She is bright and cheerful, like an oak tree with lush branches and leaves, which can withstand the storm and also stretch freely in the warm spring.
No one would dislike Song Zhihan.
Song Zhihan's eyes lit up: "Really? If you were my brother, would you be happy for a sister like me?"
Lin Jie remained noncommittal: "Of course."
Anyway, this person won’t be him.
The stagnant water in Song Zhihan's heart was ignited by his words. Song Zhihan thought that there was nothing wrong in being a brother with Lin Jie and having such a brother who made her feel at ease.
Don’t have any improper thoughts about Lin Jie anymore. Just treat him as your brother and rely on him as your sister.
Love may deteriorate, but the affection flowing in our veins will never do so.
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The author has something to say: Zhihan is now in a stage where he has gone astray and is desperately trying to pull himself back (feel sorry for Lin Jie for ten seconds, he will have to endure this in the future. It is likely that I treat you like a baby, but you only want to be my sister [glasses])
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