Chapter 15 Chapter 15 Objectively speaking, it is hard for me to forget you...
It was not until he put on Lin Jie's coat and was held in his arms that Song Zhihan finally understood what he said.
So, he was pretending not to know her?
Why? Is he worried that her love for him will cause trouble to him again?
My heart suddenly felt a little sour, and unspeakable sadness filled my confused brain, just like... accidentally eating the seeds in the lemon pulp, bitter and astringent.
The unrequited love of his youth, the grievance he'd felt when asking for help, and the suppressed fear of losing his parents at any moment finally erupted at this moment. Heat welled in his eyes, and Song Zhihan clutched the corner of his coat, biting his lower lip to keep the tears from flowing.
She hates everything in the present and hates her own worries and fears. If she had a time machine, she would like to go back to the past, back to her ignorant childhood.
The silent sobs in his throat were noticed by Lin Jie. He walked steadily and lowered his head to look at Song Zhihan's face. Noticing his gaze, Song Zhihan turned his face to Lin Jie's arms, trying to hide his emotions.
The hot tears fell on Lin Jie like flying sparks, burning fire spots the size of dewdrops. The skin felt numb at first, then burning pain, and finally the stinging pain of being stung by a bee.
He was speechless for a moment, a trace of regret invaded his chest, and the gambler felt depressed.
His feet were walking very fast, but his words were stuck like an old computer that had been stuck for years: "Song Zhihan, I didn't really mean to leave..."
Song Zhihan raised his head from hiding and bluffed with an aggressive question: "You clearly want to leave! You want to watch me die without helping me! You want to wait until my body is cold by the time I'm found!"
Lin Jie smiled lightly and insisted on defending himself: "I didn't."
Song Zhihan hummed twice, and his voice suddenly lowered, hiding a little loss: "You still remember me."
"Objectively speaking, it's hard for me to forget you."
Song Zhihan's heart skipped a beat, but she quickly wondered if Lin Jie was finding her annoying. Her expression suddenly darkened, and her tone became less natural: "You don't have to make it so obvious that you're annoying me. I'm not a child who can't understand a polite refusal."
Lin Jie subconsciously denied: "That's not what I meant."
Song Zhihan asked back: "What do you mean? You clearly recognized me, but you pretended not to know me?"
So I must be annoyed with her, otherwise why wouldn't he even look at her?
"At first I was afraid you'd feel embarrassed. But now it seems I took it for granted."
"Self-righteous." This is how Song Zhihan evaluated him.
Lin Jie accepted it. He arrogantly believed that this forced distance would prevent him from looking for her eyes in the crowd.
She felt safe in his arms. Song Zhihan hugged Lin Jie's neck, looked up at the sky, and saw the twinkling stars.
She asked Lin Jie, "Senior, I remember you were interested in astronomy before. Why did you choose to make animation?"
It was nine years before she heard this name again.
Lin Jie was momentarily dazed, his memory dragging him back to the playground of his senior year of high school, the first time he and Song Zhihan had met. That ordinary night had become profound because they had shared the same planet.
After achieving success in the animation field, none of his friends felt sorry for his love for astronomy anymore. Only Song Zhihan asked him why he didn't persist the first moment they met.
Lin Jie earnestly told her the answer: "I used to love stars, but they were too far away from me. Later, I was fortunate enough to become a star-making craftsman. When I saw the stars rising and shining, I realized that compared to watching the stars, making stars brought me a greater sense of satisfaction and accomplishment. So I wanted to fill the night sky with stars."
He had prepared the answer for a long time. Song Zhihan was the first person to listen, and probably the only one.
In fact, this explanation is a bit abstract, but Song Zhihan understood it. She found that after so many years, Lin Jie is still a romantic person at heart.
The princess hug made the distance between the two people infinitely closer. Song Zhihan could even see the pores and lines on his skin. Pulling a little further, she asked, "Then it would be great if you stayed at Master, wouldn't it?"
Why come here, abandon past glory and start anew?
Lin Jie frowned. "Jujiang is indeed a top production company in the industry, but behind every department leader are powerful interest groups. It's too chaotic. It's hard to produce good works in this kind of atmosphere."
"Will you feel uncomfortable then? Our company is not even a little bit behind the giants."
"It's probably because you're not used to it. Just looking at the modeling team, their habits are terrible. They do everything with a mentality of just getting by. This is the most taboo in this industry. Anything that's just for the sake of getting by is substandard. The audience is our judge, and they are qualified to make any judgment. Aren't domestic animation companies often criticized by the audience? The audience is the consumer, spending real money to buy the fruits of our labor. Instead of fooling them with a substandard product, it's better to do our best from the beginning. This is not only responsible for ourselves, but also for the audience."
Song Zhihan waited for him to finish, then added, "It's also about being responsible for the characters." She might not have felt this way before, but Luo Qing gradually made her realize that every word she wrote would determine the fate of the characters. When she wrote a brilliant moment, she felt empathetic and proud of the characters, but when she wrote something less smooth, she felt sorry for Luo Qing. Yes, she felt guilty towards Luo Qing.
Lin Jie nodded in agreement. His brows relaxed as he said, "Since you've asked so many questions, why don't you tell me about yourself?"
Compared to him, Song Zhihan felt that he was too unremarkable: "My grades in high school were average, and I couldn't even get into a key university in China. My mother thought about it and sent me abroad. After that, I studied all the way to a master's degree. I returned to China at the beginning of the year and came here to work in April."
Lin Jie commented calmly, "You have good literary talent."
After realizing what he was commenting about, Song Zhihan blushed quietly.
She had written many love letters to Lin Jie before.
After walking for a long time, they finally saw the hotel shuttle bus. Song Zhihan slapped his forehead and said, "Oh, I forgot to tell Cheng Yang. She must be looking for me like crazy now!"
Lin Jie calmly pressed the button on his phone: "I told her."
In fact, as early as the moment he discovered Song Zhihan, he had already written back to Cheng Yang, for fear that Song Zhihan was determined to ignore him. Lin Jie did not have much confidence in himself now.
Song Zhihan felt relieved: "That's good."
Then he said to the waiter in front, "Please take me to the massage room over there in the hot springs."
After falling and sitting on the grass for so long, she was sore all over.
Lin Jie added, "Let the doctor come over and take a look first."
With the third person on the shuttle bus, the two of them tacitly ended the previous topic, but Song Zhihan felt that everything was different, especially between her and Lin Jie.
The shuttle bus stopped at the door, and a waiter with a wheelchair came to meet them. Cheng Yang also came over and waited on the side. When he saw Song Zhihan, he quickly came over to show concern: "Are you okay? Is your phone out of battery or turned off? I was so worried!"
Song Zhihan comforted her: "You twisted your ankle, but it's nothing serious. The phone was gloriously sacrificed."
Quietly pulling Cheng Yang closer, she said, "You haven't let too many people know about this, have you?"
Talking about her 'missing' and injury, Song Zhihan didn't want everyone to waste their leisure time looking for her. Just thinking about it made him feel like the moral ropes would strangle him to death.
Cheng Yang breathed a sigh of relief: "No, I just reported it to the boss and asked him to tell the resort staff that everyone was playing games over there."
Song Zhihan teased her: "Oh, not bad, you're even ordering the boss around!"
Hearing that she was teasing, Cheng Yang glared at her and said to Lin Jie who was standing silently, "Boss Lin, I'm sorry to bother you. I'll accompany Song Zhihan upstairs. You go and get some rest."
Lin Jie glanced at Song Zhihan and said, "Don't worry, let the doctor check her out."
Cheng Yang was stunned for a moment, and on the way into the lobby, he followed the wheelchair and whispered, "The demon has changed today and even gave you a coat to wear? Hey, where did he pick you up?"
The lost child, Song Zhihan, glanced at Lin Jie's exposed arm out of the corner of his eye: "It's right by the lake."
What material is Lin Jie’s coat made of? It’s so soft and comfortable that makes me want to roll around in it. I don’t want to give it back to him.
In the massage room, the doctor was already waiting. After transferring Song Zhihan to the bed, the other two waited outside.
Cheng Yang felt quite embarrassed to be alone with Lin Jie. It was true that she was friendly with people, but that was only true with normal people. She had never dealt with human demons, so she chose to remain silent.
"Cheng Yang, although we haven't had much contact, the atmosphere of the meeting with the publicity team made me feel very relaxed. You have strong communication skills."
Cheng Yang thought she was hallucinating. Was he praising her?
Right.
Cheng Yang smiled awkwardly: "Thank you, Mr. Lin, for the compliment. Um... I just can't stand seeing the place go cold."
Lin Jie nodded and even smiled. "The original intention of team building is to strengthen the cohesion among colleagues. I just heard James say that the atmosphere on the terrace is a bit dull."
Cheng Yang followed up on his words: "What do you mean? If I go over, will the place be lively...?"
"In addition to your strong social skills, you also have a good understanding ability. Cheng Yang, you are a talent."
This is the affirmation from Mr. Lin, the serious Mr. Lin, the perfectionist Mr. Lin!
Cheng Yang was excited: "Boss Lin, thank you for your affirmation. I will play my role well."
Lin Jie made a gesture of invitation: "Go ahead, I'll take care of Song Zhihan. I'll accompany the waiter to send her back to her room later."
Cheng Yang hesitated for a moment, then decisively accepted the news after hearing the doctor say it was nothing serious. She moved with all her might, as if she was going to save the world: "Boss Lin, I'm going! Song Zhihan is in your hands."
The door opened, and Lin Jie walked in with a faint smile. He saw Song Zhihan sitting up and looking outside: "Where's Cheng Yang?"
Lin Jie bent down, took the coat that was left on the stool and put it on her. Seeing that she was completely wrapped in the large coat, he replied, "She's going to shine and give off heat."
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I was delayed today by something, sorry sorry, I will give you a red envelope for this chapter [spreading hands][spreading hands]
ps: Zhihan finds out that Lin Jie is his brother!
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