Chapter 46 Chapter 46 Sometimes people can’t be too shameless
The days always pass slowly. Although he has the company of friends and relatives, Song Zhihan still feels that something is missing.
Shanshan was playing video at night. Song Zhihan glanced over inadvertently and saw Lin Jie, whom he had not seen for a long time.
It was at that glance that she ran into Lin Jie's eyes that were looking directly at her.
At that moment, everyone's voice was muted.
Neither of them expected this collision. After a quick glance at each other, they turned away, and the world became noisy again.
Song Zhihan was bored and was looking for programs on TV. No matter where he clicked, all he could see were reruns of the Spring Festival Gala. How boring.
She pricked her ears and heard her uncle say he'd be home the afternoon after tomorrow. She also heard them talk about the progress of the investigation over the past few days...
I couldn't hear what my uncle was saying. I could only hear Lin Jie's voice amidst the noisy background noise.
"Sister, sister? Dad asked if you want to eat salted pork dumplings and sausages?" Shanshan saw that she was in a daze and pushed her arm.
Song Zhihan suddenly woke up. She was still listening to Lin Jie telling her aunt's relatives about Lin Mo's childhood...
Nodding at Song Fanggang, Song Zhihan smiled and said yes.
She realized she couldn't stay any longer, or she'd be distracted by thoughts of Lin Jie. Unconsciously touching her cheek, which had been steamed by the heater, Song Zhihan felt a little embarrassed. She felt like she'd been thinking about Lin Jie too often lately.
Lin Jie is really something. Why does he have to wait? Can't he just say it clearly and directly?
So annoying.
Coincidentally, her cell phone rang at this moment. She looked down and saw that it was Cheng Yang calling. Song Zhihan smiled knowingly and went to the room to answer it.
Becca also joined the group chat, and the three of them tacitly wore pajamas and chatted in bed.
"My mom is such a pain in the ass. These past two days since I got home, she's been constantly trying to introduce me to potential partners. I'm practically going crazy." Cheng Yang was furious. Even someone so straightforward couldn't handle his parents' pressure. After graduating from college, these parents had been pushing him to date, get married, and have children, like it was their lifelong wish.
Becca subtly discovered the loophole in her words: "Didn't you come back home on the 26th day of the lunar year? It's been so long."
Cheng Yang's voice paused slightly: "Uh, no, I mean, I've been at home these few days and it was a slip of the tongue."
Song Zhihan sighed: "My parents are out enjoying some time alone, and I'm at home with my two cousins. It's so cool."
"I'm so envious! All I have here is my little cousin who tries every possible way to sneak in on my phone!"
"By the way, will the theatrical version be officially put into production after the new year? I saw the work arrangements sent by Liu Zhenyu in the work group yesterday, and he has already put publicity on the agenda." Cheng Yang brought the conversation back to the point and inquired about the progress from the two great screenwriters.
"We've almost finished polishing the script. The rest is up to the modeling team. I heard from A-Kuan that once production begins, things will go very quickly. After all, the theatrical version is just a supplementary spin-off, and the workload isn't nearly as heavy as the main film."
"It's pretty good. Have you guys seen the latest episode of Yue Ru Gou? The criticism was... horrible. I was just checking their official Weibo account, it was a complete massacre."
Speaking of Yue Ru Gou, Song Zhihan's mind drifted elsewhere. They had created too much hype in the early stage, but in the later stage it was difficult to end. The logic collapsed, the audience dispersed, and in just one month, they showed signs of decline. It was really sad.
She suddenly thought of what Lin Jie said in the audio clip that was made public.
Those who don't respect their audience can't produce excellent works. Yue Ru Gou is a living example of this.
Ah, why am I thinking of Lin Jie again?
Song Zhihan slapped his forehead in frustration, then heard Cheng Yang say, "Speaking of Yue Rugou, I heard from Ms. Zheng from HR that Brother Sui had a brain tumor during his physical before the New Year, so he's going on vacation. The modeling team is looking for a new member. I heard...it's Ye Qinran from Master?"
"Who?" Song Zhihan was so surprised that he lost his voice.
"Ye Qinran, the person in charge of Yue Rugou, is Mr. Lin's former colleague. I heard that this matter was handled by Mr. Lin."
Almost instantly, Song Zhihan recalled Lin Jie's assessment of Ye Qinran: a good work partner. But didn't Ye Qinran...like him? In front of Lin Jie, did all personal feelings have to give way to work?
Song Zhihan suddenly lost interest in chatting. She knew this was normal and there was nothing wrong with Lin Jie's behavior.
But it still feels like something is stuck in my throat.
But then he thought, they've known each other for so long and nothing much has happened. Even if they were working together now, what would it matter? Song Zhihan felt that he was too worried about gains and losses. He shouldn't always worry about things that might happen. There are many other pleasures in life that cannot be wasted on internal friction.
Cheng Yang came from the far north. Song Zhihan acted coquettishly to her in the video: "Let's not talk about this. Who cares who comes to work? I want to eat your red sausage. Can I have it after the New Year?"
"certainly!"
Cheng Yang agreed with a solemn promise and showed them her empty suitcase, telling them that she would return with a full suitcase.
...
Another day.
Song Zhihan slept in, and when he woke up it was already noon. The chefs finally stopped messing with the food and turned their attention to the takeout that was opening one after another.
They ordered Cantonese food at home. While eating, Lin Mo asked, "Sister Zhihan, do you have any plans this afternoon and evening?"
Song Zhihan shook his head, holding a shrimp bun in his mouth: "No. How about playing Switch together?"
Daizhen and Cheng Rang went back to Yanbei to visit relatives. Qu Yixing's family was full of relatives, and Song Zhihan really couldn't find a place to spend her time. Fortunately, she had two younger sisters to accompany her.
Lin Mo nodded and muttered to herself, "It's fine as long as there are no arrangements."
The three of them played games together in the afternoon. As long as there are more people, even the most boring game will become interesting. Song Zhihan really got what he wanted from having someone to play with.
As the sun gradually faded, Song Zhihan touched his growling stomach and said to himself, "I'm hungry. Let's order takeout."
Lin Mo weakly raised a hand: "Sister, do you want to eat...freshly made hot pot?"
Song Zhihan's eyes lit up and he jumped up from the ground: "I want to eat!"
Just hearing it makes me feel delicious!
Lin Mo shook her phone and was about to say something when she saw Song Zhihan holding the phone and screaming, "Ah, Lin Jie is back!"
[If you want to eat hot pot, open the door for me.]
Like a chain reaction, the door rang.
Song Zhihan ran to the door without wearing shoes and opened it with a click.
The wind and snow outside rushed in, and she saw Lin Jie standing in front of the door with the surprise on his face still there.
"You're back!" Song Zhihan shouted happily, and bent down to look around him, but saw nothing.
Lin Jie looked her up and down, and seeing her flushed face, he couldn't help laughing. Then he looked at her feet, which were only wearing a pair of socks, and said in a serious tone: "Why don't you wear shoes? What if you catch a cold?"
Song Zhihan didn't have the energy to answer these questions. He blinked and asked curiously, "Why are you alone? Where are they?"
Also, didn’t he say he would be back the day after tomorrow? Why is Lin Jie back alone now?
Lin Jie lifted the things in his hand, and said with a hint of helplessness: "Don't you want to eat hot pot?"
Song Zhihan turned her face away proudly, not looking at him: "Humph, you can eat hot pot anytime."
Lin Jie probably knew what she wanted to hear, but when he looked through her body and saw her two sisters behind her watching the show with their arms folded, he couldn't open his mouth.
But when he thought of Song Zhihan's aggrieved look on that snowy night, Lin Jie felt that sometimes people shouldn't be too proud.
Song Zhihan only felt a cool breeze hitting her ears, the wind carried the coldness of snowflakes and...the unique heat of Sichuan.
"I want to see you soon."
Only two people could hear these words, just like the whispers in students' ears during class behind the teacher's back.
Lin Jie raised the bag, a look of discomfort on his face. "Can I go in?"
Song Zhihan blushed, and it wasn't just the heater that warmed her.
Lin Jie brought a lot of things, including hot pot ingredients, duck intestines, tripe, and slippery pork, all of which were carried back from Sichuan. He took the last flight of the day and rushed back with full sincerity.
Just put all the ingredients into the plate, stir-fry the spicy base, add boiling water, and you can start eating hot pot.
The Sichuan-style spicy food was so appetizing that it brought tears to the eyes of the three people who had been eating hard meat at home for several days.
Song Zhihan swallowed a mouthful of rolled-up duck intestines and fanned his mouth with his hands: "So spicy, so hot, so delicious!"
Lin Jie handed her a glass of warm water and told her not to eat so quickly.
Song Zhihan gulped down a big gulp and looked at him with wide eyes: "Lin Jie, give me some hot water, you want to hurt me!"
God knows how sour her hot mouth felt when it touched the warm water.
"Hot pot should be paired with ice cola!" Song Shanshan gave the best match, causing the other two to nod frantically.
Besides Lin Jie, he seriously explained: "When eating hot pot, you can't eat anything too cold. The stimulation of hot and cold may cause acute epiglottitis, and in severe cases, it may cause suffocation."
So cold, so serious.
Lin Mo lowered her head, and Shanshan didn't know whether she should continue talking.
Song Zhihan frantically pulled his sleeves and leaned over to warn him in his ear: "You, stop talking. Can't you see that your two sisters are no longer talking?"
Lin Jie's face froze. Seeing Shan Shan's embarrassed expression, he coughed twice and tried to cover it up: "It's nothing to eat once in a while."
Song Zhihan took the opportunity to speak up: "Yes, don't listen to his alarmist words. I'll go get you some water."
She ran to the kitchen. Lin Jie looked at Shan Shan and Lin Mo across from him and stood up silently: "I'll go help her."
The Song family is not large, but they have a lot of things.
The refrigerator was in a separate cold storage. Lin Jie took two quick steps and caught up with Song Zhihan.
The huge refrigerator was filled with colorful drinks of all kinds of flavors, and Lin Jie chuckled in her ear.
Song Zhihan knew what he was laughing at the moment he heard it, and explained righteously: "You think these are all mine? You are totally wrong, they are all my father's. He drank the beverage as if it were water."
Lin Jie raised his eyebrows slightly, feeling a bit curious about this... uh, uncle whom he had never met before.
There were only the two of them in the ice storage, and the heat from the hot pot was gone, but... there was always a warm undercurrent flowing between the two of them.
Song Zhihan took some ice water. The cool air from the ice storage brought a moment of clarity to her brain, which had been steaming from the hot pot and the heating. She put the water on her face and sighed comfortably.
Getting water was a simple matter, but neither of them took a step forward, and they exchanged countless glances in front of the refrigerator.
Sticky, greasy and able to be drawn into threads.
Song Zhihan had never felt that Lin Jie's eyes were so hot, as if there was a bit of ignitable magma hidden in them.
Once again, the two bodies were pulled closer by an invisible line. Lin Jie lowered his head and moved closer and closer.
Their lips were about to touch, and their noses were even touching.
Song Zhihan's eyes rolled, and he suddenly covered his mouth with a hint of pride in his tone.
"Didn't you say that last time was the last time?"
Lin Jie's vision went from hazy to clear. He was stunned for a moment, then reacted and burst out laughing.
"You're not drunk."
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