Chapter 30 Chapter 30 Wait for me to come back, Zhihan
On the afternoon of a day off, a video popped up in a three-person chat room called "Beauty and the Beast."
The sender is from Li Daizhen. The video shows the common pre-race interview segment in swimming competitions. Cheng Rang, who always said that competition is second and friendship is first, smiled and said to the reporters: Sorry everyone, I plan to propose to my girlfriend with my gold medal, so... thank you for letting me.
Don’t pull my husband’s swimming trunks: my husband.
Qu Yixing is really good: Damn... He really pretends to be so powerful. Can you ask your husband to teach me?
Song Zhihan: Ahhhhhhhhhhh!
Song Zhihan initiated a group video chat, which was quickly connected. The camera was facing the azure swimming pool, and all the contestants were already waiting at the starting position.
Li Daizhen's voice was very vague, sometimes far away and sometimes near.
"Starting immediately, our frontline reporters will show you the first-hand scene."
At this exciting moment, the remaining two people didn't dare to speak through the screen, and watched the unfolding game with bated breath.
The 400-meter race was incredibly fast for the spectators. In the end, all they could hear was thunderous cheers and a cell phone that had fallen to the ground because no one was paying attention, with the screen facing the ceiling above the gymnasium.
Qu Yixing was furious and helpless: "Li Daizhen! Your phone is gone! Why did you fail at the critical moment? Damn it!"
Song Zhihan called him an idiot, exited the video and went to find the live broadcast online. When the communication was restored, the scene had cut to the two people hugging each other tightly. Cheng Rang did what he said and hung the golden medal around Li Daizhen's neck. Daizhen hugged him and kissed him. She was such a fearless person that she dared to kiss her lover boldly during the live broadcast watched by thousands of people.
It’s so good! Song Zhihan couldn’t help but burst into tears. There is a saying that goes, if you are happy, I will cry before you. This is very applicable to her and Li Daizhen. They have walked through each other’s youth together. Li Daizhen protects her and warms her like a female knight.
My good friend, I wish you happiness.
When the news came back and the hot search terms were high, the fallen phone was finally picked up.
The two people who were just recorded by countless cameras appeared in the screen at the same time. Song Zhihan saw tears in Daizhen's eyes.
"Song Zhihan, I'm getting married! You must be my bridesmaid, and my only bridesmaid."
Song Zhihan nodded heavily, his voice full of smile: "Okay, I understand. When you come back, I'll wait for you at home."
"Three days later, I've informed the team. I'll take a break after this competition and prepare for the wedding." The one who answered her was Cheng Rang. He combed his wet hair back, revealing his smooth forehead. On a day like today, even this usually emotionally stable and calm man was excited.
Li Daizhen sent Cheng Rang away and spoke to Song Zhihan alone. "How are things at home? Didn't you say you had a brother last time you called? Have you found him? And what's the situation between you and Lin Jie now? I always feel that... your relationship with him is not as simple as you said."
Just like the most beautiful dreams of youth, they are always unforgettable. The more Song Zhihan hides, the more he cares about it.
Song Zhihan smiled bitterly. Lin Jie and brother, these two names were still connected. She took a deep breath and decided to tell Li Daizhen everything about the current situation: "Lin Jie is my brother."
"What? Are you sure? Could there be some misunderstanding? The probability of this is even smaller than winning the lottery."
It was normal for Li Dai to question it. Song Zhihan believed that anyone who heard it would find it ridiculous.
But the fact was this: Lin Jie was Lin Mo, her biological brother. It took her a long time to accept this fact.
"I'm sure."
Li Daizhen suppressed her surprise and turned her attention to the situation at the Song family: "So what is Aunt Song's attitude towards Lin Mo now? Besides taking her to work with you, is there anything else she does, such as letting her participate in some of your family's private affairs?"
Private matters? How do we define public and private matters?
Song Zhihan hesitated for a moment, then told Li Daizhen the questions his uncle had asked at the last family dinner.
Li Daizhen frowned upon hearing this. After thinking for a moment, she tentatively asked, "You said your uncle asked you what would happen if one day you and Shanshan were no longer biological sisters, right?"
"Yes, my uncle must know about this, so he asked this question. I think he is giving me some precautions in advance."
"Then is there a possibility that the person who was taken away by mistake was not you, but Shanshan? You said that Lin Mo looks like your mother. It is normal for a niece to look like her aunt." Li Daizhen sorted out all the information and suddenly had such a guess in her mind. Judging from the current situation, Aunt Song has not expressed any opinion on this matter. She just brought Lin Mo with her. The only person who took the initiative to mention it was Uncle Song. If it was really her child who was taken away by mistake, Aunt Song would not be so indifferent.
Hearing this possibility, Song Zhihan was stunned for a moment, then denied it: "Impossible. My aunt's family is in Sichuan. My uncle and her fell in love, got married, and had children there. He didn't come back until Shanshan was three years old, so it couldn't be Shanshan."
It was precisely because she knew about the existence of this matter that she had never had such an idea.
"Ah...Is that so?" Li Daizhen had to re-examine the matter. She was now somewhat worried about Song Zhihan's condition, not only because of the Song family, but also because of Lin Jie. "Does Lin Jie's family know about this? Did you notice anything unusual when you were with them?"
Song Zhihan lowered her head, her long eyelashes obscuring the expression in her pupils. She shook her head, her expression difficult: "I don't know, only I know."
From beginning to end, from beginning to end, she was the only one who was terrified. What were her parents thinking? Were they trying to figure out how to properly handle the situation, how to kick her out gracefully? And Aunt Zhong, was she thinking about what to make for Lin Mo's lunch tomorrow? As for Lin Jie, what was he thinking? If he knew the truth, how would he treat her? Would he treat her like a half-sister he didn't know how to treat, forcing him to treat her like a brother?
"Baby, are you very tired?" Li Daizhen felt sad when she saw her depressed look.
Song Zhihan's smile was very forced, uglier than crying. She pursed her lips and said, "Daizhen, I miss you so much."
Carrying all these things silently made her miserable. She didn't dare to tell her parents, didn't dare to recognize Aunt Zhong, and didn't dare to explain things to Lin Jie. She could only panic and be afraid.
Li Daizhen sniffed and touched her head from a distance, as if she had made up her mind: "Zhihan, tell Lin Jie about this. Let him share this with you. At least you won't be alone anymore."
It’s not that Song Zhihan hadn’t thought about telling Lin Jie, she had even been preparing to tell Lin Jie, but the moment she looked into Lin Jie’s eyes and was about to say it, all her courage turned into cowardice.
She had to admit that when she learned that Lin Jie had also liked her, she didn't want to tell him because she was so attached to everything that had happened between them. If she confessed everything, if the relationship between the two of them became truly brother and sister, where would those feelings that hadn't yet been expressed, those undercurrents hidden deep in their eyes, go?
She realized very clearly that she was on the wrong path, and if she just turned back, everything could be corrected.
But she didn't want to look back.
...
Song Zhihan was caught in a dilemma of whether to tell him or not. Now she went home with Lin Jie for lunch every day. She had countless opportunities to tell him, but she swallowed the words back when they came to her lips.
There was a voice in my heart that was coercing me, "Stop talking, Song Zhihan, wait until things develop to the point where there is no turning back. Before that, enjoy this last heartbeat."
This is a road of no return, and Song Zhihan is the one who walks forward alone with a burden on his back.
That afternoon, in order to improve a small bug in the script, she worked overtime until very late. She was still sitting in front of the computer until Xiaochi, who left the latest, had finished get off work.
"Zhihan, remember to lock the door when you leave." Xiaochi gave her a few instructions, packed up his things and left.
The revisions were almost finished. Song Zhihan stretched herself, stood up from the chair and stretched her muscles. It had been a long time since she had been so devoted to writing. She had already written the story of Luo Qing to the end, and she was ready to say goodbye to Luo Qing.
Looking at the text on the screen, she smiled with relief. After shutting down the computer and looking around, Song Zhihan decided to close the door and leave. Just as she turned off the lights, she suddenly heard the door open. In the dark and silent office, the noise was particularly eerie.
"Who?" The hairs on her body stood up and she instantly became alert. Her hand slid to the 110 interface, ready to call the police at any time if there was anything unusual.
"Song Zhihan, it's me."
Lin Jie? His guard relaxed, Song Zhihan turned on the light again and saw him walking towards his office, his suit jacket draped over his arm and his hair a little messy.
"You scared me. Why haven't you gotten off work yet?" she asked Lin Jie, her eyes falling on his messy hair, which looked like a fluffy chicken coop.
Perhaps noticing her burning gaze, Lin Jie raised his hand and casually smoothed his hair a few times, pushing them all back to reveal his high and broad forehead.
"I was catching up on some sleep in the office and just woke up." His voice was a little tired and hoarse from waking up.
Lingdong had just gotten on track when the theatrical version was released. Lin Jie was busy running between the two, and the modeler for the theatrical version had not been found yet. It was so stressful just to hear about it, and you can imagine the pressure he was under.
Song Zhihan felt a little sorry for him, so he walked closer to him and looked up at him: "Are you hungry? I'll treat you to a meal. I still owe you a lot of credit."
The light from the rooftop was cold and white, making faces look especially fair. But Song Zhihan didn't know what was going on; her plump cheeks were a cherry pink, matching her pearly lips...
Lin Jie suddenly didn't dare to look at her anymore. He looked away to cover up his loss of composure: "Okay."
He was hiding, but Song Zhihan couldn't see it and chased him, asking, "What are we eating? Do you want to go get fried noodles?"
The results of the last vote from the property management team came out. The minority obeyed the majority and the snack stand was retained. This is good news.
"Okay." Lin Jie said okay again, his neck almost turning back to the office.
Song Zhihan felt strange and moved closer to him and asked, "What's wrong with you? Why don't you dare look at me? Is there something on your face or on mine?"
She was too close, too close, so close that Lin Jie could smell the scent of her lip gloss with his nose, but she was pressing forward step by step.
After moving his Adam's apple with difficulty, Lin Jie turned around, turning from passive to active, and suddenly approached Song Zhihan. He was very tall, and when he got close to him, from a distance it gave the illusion that he was holding Song Zhihan in his arms.
"Tell me, why am I afraid to look at you?" He threw the question to Song Zhihan, with an itchy hook in the ending tone.
The close distance allowed Song Zhihan to clearly see the expression on his face, and the desire hidden in his eyes that could only be seen clearly if one looked very carefully.
The beating of her heart suddenly became violent. Lin Jie bent down slightly and moved closer and closer to her. Song Zhihan blinked uncomfortably, her eyelashes like dizzy little butterflies, and her body involuntarily responded.
Under the light and shadow, the lips of the two people seemed to be pulled closer and closer.
Until his tie accidentally hit Song Zhihan, she took a few steps back as if waking up from a dream and stumbled towards the door.
"Okay, let's go eat. I'm hungry too."
She walked in front, her back looking a little flustered. Lin Jie stood where he was and touched the corner of his lower lip very lightly with his hand.
Just a little bit, just a little bit away from being scented with her.
The snack stall downstairs is already filled with fragrance.
Song Zhihan found the proprietress with ease, greeted her familiarly, and ordered two meals.
The proprietress treated her warmly, and when she saw Lin Jie, she kept waving her hands and said she didn't want any money.
Song Zhihan felt very strange. After the two of them sat down, he asked him curiously, "Why didn't the boss lady take your money? Is it because you helped her take care of the child?"
Lin Jie smiled but said nothing. The person who answered her question was the proprietress.
After hearing her grateful words, Song Zhihan finally understood how much Lin Jie had been doing behind the scenes. The small breads that frequently appeared in their tea room were actually ordered by Lin Jie from the proprietress. She had previously studied pastry cooking and later opened a bakery, but due to poor management, it went bankrupt and she had to start a stall.
"How do you know the boss lady's past experience? Did you come here to eat noodles secretly?" Song Zhihan narrowed his eyes and questioned him, with a full sense of intimidation.
Lin Jie wiped the table with a paper towel. When he got to Song Zhihan, he wiped it twice more carefully. He answered irrelevantly: "It's my fault. I should have eaten with you."
Song Zhihan lost his voice: "Who asked this? Have you read the question carefully?"
"Song Zhihan, I never go off topic when writing essays. What I mean is, I want to eat every meal with you."
The night was like a curtain, and the autumn wind was blowing gently. He sat upright at a roadside stall, looking at Song Zhihan and gave this answer.
Eating is actually a very private thing, and eating a meal together is even more so, which means that they will share all their secrets, even each other's saliva, at the dinner table.
Song Zhihan kept poking the disposable chopsticks with his hands to ease his fluctuating heart, just like the seaside at night, where the tides ebb and flow, leaving traces of varying depths on the beach. Lin Jie was the same. He stepped on Song Zhihan's heart and left his footprints on the soft beach. The footprints were very strange at first, but then slowly overlapped with the familiar footprints, until the two were superimposed, like a stone carving, unforgettable.
She had a lot to say, but she didn't speak or answer. She just poked the chopsticks intently, as if she was doing some precise experiment that required meticulousness.
Lin Jie looked at the top of his head that was left only for him. The few strands of hair that had blown out from the whorl of hair were left in the air, looking so messy that it was simply adorable. He could stare at any part of Song Zhihan's body for a long time. He was a person who valued efficiency the most and never did these time-wasting things.
But now this principle has obviously been broken.
"The noodles are ready!" The proprietress broke the silence and came over happily with two extra servings of noodles.
Song Zhihan looked at the plate that was bigger than her face and felt a little embarrassed: "I can't finish it..." But she was afraid that the boss lady would mistakenly think that her cooking was not tasty.
Lin Jie picked up the noodles slowly and said, "It's okay, I'll take care of the rest."
Okay, now we really have to exchange saliva.
Song Zhihan was embarrassed and buried his face in the table and ate with big mouthfuls.
The noodles were as delicious as ever. Halfway through the meal, Song Zhihan accidentally burped. She covered her mouth and quickly glanced at Lin Jie.
His expression was normal, as if he hadn't heard: "Are you full?"
Song Zhihan nodded, and Lin Jie took the remaining ones and brought them in front of him. His movements were natural and he finished them in a few seconds.
Compared to her previous eagerness, Song Zhihan felt that this behavior made her blush even more and her heart beat faster. She pinched her palm hard under the table. She realized that she couldn't go on like this. She decided to tell Lin Jie everything and return their relationship to its original state. This would be good for everyone.
"I'm going on a business trip next week and will be back in about two weeks."
Just as he was about to speak, Lin Jie suddenly dropped this news, and Song Zhihan's open mouth abruptly changed shape: "Where are you going?"
"Go find someone who can do a spirited theater version."
Looking for a modeler? Song Zhihan nodded, not quite understanding.
"Wait until I come back."
"Zhi Han."
When he called her name, his voice was so soft that it was almost a whisper. This was the first time Song Zhihan had sensed the tenderness in her own name.
Compared with the surprise, there is more bitterness, even a bit of sadness.
"Okay, I'll wait for you to come back."
When you come back, I will tell you everything.
elder brother.
(The babies see it as words)
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The author has something to say: Kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss, I want them to kiss too. Babies, just wait and see. Good things come to those who wait. [Glasses]
ps: Is there any baby interested in Dai Zhen’s story? It’s probably a story about a hot-tempered little pepper and a gentle married man.
Copywriter:
"Class, what's the name of that athlete in your class with eight-pack abs and amazing pecs?"
"Cheng Rang."
"Thank you? Thank you. You're quite handsome, too. What's your name?"
"...Cheng Rang."
I'd like to collect your opinions. If you want to see it, I will probably write a short film of about 100,000 words, mainly about campus.
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