Chapter 44 Chapter 44 I don’t have the habit of warming my friends’ hands…
The snow fell heavier and heavier, and the asphalt road was covered with white goose down. When you stepped on it, you could hear a rustling sound, and footprints left deep or shallow marks on it.
Song Zhihan walked very slowly, mainly to enjoy the snow. Following the warm yellow street lights, he saw a few snowflakes covering the dry branches and leaves on the roadside.
She paused, half-bent over, and flicked a small flake into her palm. The snowflake had six petals, each perfectly shaped, a textbook example of a perfect snowflake.
Unfortunately, her palms were too hot, and the snowflakes turned into a shallow pool of water almost the moment they fell.
Song Zhihan felt a little sorry.
The light above her head was suddenly covered by an umbrella. She turned around in surprise and saw Lin Jie holding an umbrella.
He stood in the wind and snow, holding an umbrella, wearing a black coat, his face a little red from the wind, ice and snow melted between his brows, clear and cold.
"How did you get here so quickly!" Song Zhihan stood under his umbrella and asked him with his face up.
Actually, I wanted to see her quickly. It was dark and the road was slippery, so I should have driven slowly, but in my heart I kept wanting to drive faster and faster.
Lin Jie tilted his umbrella more towards her and replied as he walked, "There aren't many cars on the road."
Covered by the umbrella, he couldn't feel the presence of the snow. Song Zhihan pushed his umbrella-holding hand and said, "Don't hold the umbrella anymore. It looks silly."
Although the snow was heavy, it was only relative to the fact that there was no snow. There were so many people out enjoying the snow, but only the two of them were stupid enough to hold a big umbrella.
Lin Jie was a little worried about the cold weather, but seeing her persistence, he folded the umbrella and held it with one hand.
Song Zhihan's walking was not very steady. She was jumping and skipping, taking small steps and big strides. Lin Jie looked down and found that she was following in the footprints of others.
Looking at her eyes that were looking around out of curiosity, Lin Jie suddenly felt funny.
"Lin Jie, Shanshan was born in Sichuan. Did you come here later?" While asking him, Song Zhihan suddenly thought of Aunt Zhong's cooking style and Lin Jie's favorite taste. The answer seemed to have been in front of her for a long time, but she didn't notice it.
"Yes, we came here when Lin Mo was six months old." At this point, he paused, with a guilty tone: "It's been so long, I have forgotten it, otherwise I wouldn't have let you misunderstand me all the time."
If I had thought of this matter earlier, perhaps all those things would not have happened later, and Song Zhihan would have discovered the truth earlier.
Song Zhihan waved his hands again and again: "It doesn't matter, everything is back to normal now anyway. Regarding Shanshan and Lin Mo, what did you talk about today?"
They have been out all day today, so Song Zhihan still doesn't know how they handled the situation. But judging from Lin Jie's condition, the matter should have been resolved in a way that satisfied both families.
Thinking of everything that happened today, Lin Jie's face showed a little relaxation and relief. He looked at Song Zhihan with admiration in his smile.
"Your mother said to let Lin Mo and Shan Shan choose for themselves. No matter what they decide, the adults must respect their choice."
"They discussed it and decided to continue to stay with their original family, but they will also try to gradually contact the other family."
Song Zhihan smiled and said in an expectant tone, "Doesn't that mean we have two younger sisters?"
She said we.
Lin Jie was stunned for a moment, then realized the meaning of this sentence and smiled helplessly.
The two continued walking along the road. Passersby coming and going were all looking at the snow scene around them with fresh eyes. It didn't feel like night, but more like day.
Song Zhihan was still walking on the footprints. She stepped lightly, leaving new traces and keeping the snow intact to the greatest extent possible.
When the snow melts, it will turn into puddles. If you step on them too many times, you will always slip. This time, the two footprints were a little far apart, so Song Zhihan took big steps. He was not careful, slipped, and almost fell.
Lin Jie caught her.
He used his free hand to firmly grasp Song Zhihan's arm, and with a little force, he pulled her half-bent body back.
Their eyes met, and Lin Jie pulled her close to him, unable to help but admonish her: "Walk carefully, don't jump around."
It would be strange if you don’t fall if you walk like this.
Song Zhihan tugged at his sleeve and muttered softly, "You're being mean to me again."
Lin Jie asked helplessly, "How could I have that?"
She always felt that he spoke harshly, but in fact Lin Jie didn't mean that. He was just... used to harshness and coldness.
Song Zhihan snorted and counted his crimes on his fingers.
"You just said it. You also said before that my manuscript was not well written, I like to slack off at work, I always whisper with Cheng Yang, and I have a late stage of procrastination..."
The more he talked, the longer the list of sins became. Lin Jie couldn't help laughing. He moved his arm, shook Song Zhihan's hand, and teased her.
"Did I say anything wrong?"
Song Zhihan stopped talking abruptly, turned around and bared his teeth at him to express his dissatisfaction: "You still like to quibble."
Seeing the resentment in her round eyes, Lin Jie softened his tone and bowed his head to her: "Okay, I was wrong, Miss, please don't be angry, okay."
Why is he like this...
Song Zhihan turned around quickly, his ears burning.
Lin Jie stared at the two red spots on the tips of her ears in a trance.
The atmosphere was so quiet, as if the only sound one could hear was the sound of snow falling.
Someone's stomach growled twice, and Song Zhihan remembered that she hadn't eaten dinner. She pointed awkwardly at a nearby convenience store and said, "Want some oden? I'll treat you."
Lin Jie nodded and went in with her.
When paying the bill, she remembered that she still owed Lin Jie several meals, but now Song Zhihan no longer cared about whether to have meals or not. She wanted to get to the bottom of it and take action directly.
As soon as he got the steaming hot oden, Song Zhihan stared at him and asked, "Lin Jie, was it you who bought the tableware for Aunt Zhong's house?"
"Yes, I asked a classmate who was studying in Japan to buy it for me after I accidentally broke it."
Song Zhihan let out a long "oh." Just when Lin Jie was wondering why she suddenly brought this up, she suddenly leaned in front of his face and blinked as she asked him, "You compensated me the first time, but what about the second time? Why did you ask your classmate to buy it for me?"
Lin Jie paused, not expecting her to ask so suddenly. Fortunately, it was only a momentary pause, and he quickly replied calmly, "You seem to like it."
Song Zhihan chased after him and asked, "If I like you, can you buy it for me? You are so nice to me."
Lin Jie couldn't stand it anymore and walked to find a table by the window: "There's no one over there. Let's finish eating before leaving."
He didn't answer directly, but walked quickly towards the empty seat. If you didn't know, you would think there was something good waiting there.
Song Zhihan chuckled twice, rubbed his sore apple cheeks, and dragged his feet to catch up with him.
The seating area of this convenience store has a large floor-to-ceiling window. Sitting by the window, you can take in the scenery outside. At this time, the ground is covered with snow, and it is empty. The pedestrians passing by are dressed in heavy clothes, and there is white breath when they talk.
They sat indoors, eating steaming hot oden, feeling warm and comfortable.
Song Zhihan chewed a fish cake and looked at Lin Jie through the reflection in the window: "Hey, why don't you answer my question directly."
Lin Jie also looked at her from inside and asked, "Then why are you asking me now?"
"I didn't think of it before, but I do now."
She spoke confidently, not caring at all about Lin Jie's slightly distorted face.
"Is that important? What's important isn't why you remembered what I liked and went through so much trouble to ask someone to buy it for me."
She used a lot of modifiers to exaggerate the process.
Lin Jie paused, trying to correct her words: "It's not as troublesome as you say."
"Oh, you're so annoying. Why do you always talk about unimportant things? I don't want to hear this." Song Zhihan glared at him through the window in anger.
"I'm just stating the facts."
"Linjie!"
Song Zhihan placed the box heavily on the table, and some of the soup inside splashed onto the table.
She got down from the stool angrily, grabbed her coat and tried to walk outside, looking angry as if she didn't want to pay any more attention to him.
He took small steps all the way, but walked very fast.
Lin Jie jumped off the stool, without even wearing a coat, and chased her in a thin shirt.
They chased each other, and Song Zhihan dodged when he stretched out his hand. When he used force, Song Zhihan glared at him. He finally managed to stop her in a blind spot.
Lin Jie held her shoulders tightly and zipped up his coat to the top. He felt relieved only when he saw that she was wrapped inside.
He still held Song Zhihan's shoulders and asked her in a deep voice, "Why are you running?"
Song Zhihan turned his head, not wanting to look at him, and said angrily: "Why do you care if I run? I don't want to talk to you. I hate you."
She had made it so clear, but Lin Jie refused to respond, pretending to be confused. What did this mean? Did he not like her? Did he not understand the underlying meaning of her words? If that was the case, why was she still staying with him?
The more Song Zhihan thought about it, the angrier he became. He kept chattering and talking.
"It's fine if you don't understand me, but if you called me out just to argue about unimportant things, then we should go back to our separate homes now and never contact each other again! Just like how we never contacted each other after graduation. See you in ten years!"
Harsh words kept coming out, Lin Jie's heart ached, and he couldn't bear to listen anymore. He suddenly hugged her tightly, drowning all the words in the hug.
He put his hand on the back of Song Zhihan's head and gently stroked her soft hair. Chen Bai's words were accompanied by white breath and spread on the busy street.
"I understand, I understand. I just feel too busy lately. I want to wait until Lin Mo's matter is resolved before we can seriously discuss our problems. I was wrong back then, and I've always wanted to make it up to you, give you a formal apology and... confession."
So he pretended to be confused, not wanting to say it carelessly, and even more so not wanting Song Zhihan to accept it casually. That would be disrespectful to her.
Song Zhihan rested her chin on his shoulder. After hearing these words, her nose felt sore. She pretended to be angry and hit Lin Jie on the back: "You have been ignoring me. I thought you would really treat me as your sister from now on."
She really thought so, and really thought that Lin Jie had let go of what happened between them.
Lin Jie rubbed her hair and smelled the fragrance of rose essential oil. He moved his face slightly and pressed himself closer to her.
"How could I possibly think that?"
Even when faced with the situation that she was really his sister, Lin Jie never thought of giving up. His idea was too crazy, and he didn't even dare to let Song Zhihan know anything.
"Ah! You are not wearing a coat." Song Zhihan then realized that his clothes were extremely thin, and he hurriedly reached into his coat pocket with Lin Jie's hand.
It’s so cold today, I’m afraid I’ll catch a cold if I wear so little.
Lin Jie put his hand in, then took it out: "It's very cold in there."
He rubbed Song Zhihan's palm with the back of his hand, with a hint of hint.
What a scheming man. Song Zhihan took back what she had said before. Lin Jie was simply the most sinister man she had ever met. It was a pity that she had defended him before and said that he was upright.
Song Zhihan snorted heavily and refused righteously: "I'm sorry, I don't have the habit of warming my friends' hands."
"In order to prevent you from falling again, it's safer for me to hold your hand." Lin Jie talked to himself and pulled her wrist.
His hand was quite cold. Song Zhihan's eyes turned, and he raised his hand and grasped his palm.
Her hand was instantly covered with warmth, and Lin Jie looked at her with an ambiguous look in his eyes.
Song Zhihan pretended nothing had happened, took his hand and walked towards the convenience store.
Lin Jie’s coat is still inside, and if he doesn’t take it out, he will really catch a cold.
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The author has something to say: Sweet for a while [glasses] Actually, they are both very innocent. I feel bad for letting everyone see two people in their twenties (Lin Jie will be thirty soon) having pure love [shy]
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