Chapter 201 Why Not
He Sang stood on the stone trough. The white dragon fish king in the pond was struggling and turning over on its belly. It was wilting and probably didn't have much time to live. The only thought in her mind was to distance herself from it. "The fish is not dead."
"What if he dies in the next few days?"
"It's none of my business."
Liang Chihui's voice was warm, clear and mellow, richer than before, with a hint of teasing nasal tone, "Have you washed your hair?"
She brushed a handful of hair and stuck it behind her ear. "Washed it."
He Sang couldn't find a hair dryer and was too embarrassed to ask Sister Fang for one, so he let his hair dry naturally. The ends of his hair were still damp, so the hairpin couldn't hold it up and it slipped into the fish pond.
"The chemical residue from the hairpin will dissolve in the water, and fish may be poisoned if they accidentally eat it." Liang Chihui said seriously.
Even though something wasn't right, He Sang still felt uneasy.
The man stared at her for a moment, an expression that was both believing and doubtful. He couldn't help but laugh and said seriously, "It's just a goldfish, it's nothing."
He Sang bit his lower lip and said, "Thank you, second brother."
Liang Chihui was addicted to teasing her, "If you don't call me second brother, I won't betray you even if all the fish in the pond die."
"Then what should I call you?"
He thought for a second, "Name it."
He Sang muttered Liang Chihui's name on the tip of his tongue and swallowed it again, "It's not appropriate. You are his second brother."
"The third brother calls me the second brother in public and calls me by my name in private as well."
"He is him, and I am me." He Sang tried to wade into the water with one foot. This multifunctional fish pond was wide and large, and lotus and water lilies were also grown in summer. The lace hairpin was stuck to the pillar in the middle, and there was no end in sight. Even if he had long arms and legs, he couldn't reach that far.
Fortunately, the water was not deep, just above her chest, so she waded in with difficulty. "You are brothers, and of similar age. It doesn't matter what you call each other, but I can't be disrespectful..."
Liang Chihui suddenly grabbed her arm and she was startled.
"The water is cold, it's harmful to women." He pulled her out with force, "Come up, I'll pick her up."
He Sang was in a daze and found himself on the shore.
The pond was covered with ripples. The man waded in step by step, hooked the clip, and on his way back, the ripples spread out in circles, flowing over his waist and abdomen. His thin white shirt became transparent when it came into contact with water, and the veins of his abdominal muscles were clearly visible.
Hormones are at their peak.
A night of strong winds and dust, and the freezing water temperature, his back and waist were tense. The higher and more violently the water rose, the more naked he became.
Along with those long and straight legs, they are agile and powerful, stirring up layers of waves.
But the part above his navel, his chest and neck, were not stained with a drop of water, fresh and clean, with only a puddle of water stains, which released all of Liang Chihui's extremes, half of abstinence and half of indulgence. He was always so contradictory and had such a huge impact.
He Sang avoided looking at him, "Sorry to bother you, second brother."
The man laughed, "You can't change your words."
"Unless he doesn't marry me, you'll be my second brother forever." She paused, "Secretary Liang is the eldest brother. All the women in Hebei Province must envy me."
A warm halo shrouded Liang Chihui's head. "If the women in Hebei Province envy you more than they do now, would you like it?"
"What do you want?"
He kept smiling and said, "Answer first, do you want it?"
He Sang shook his head.
"Why not?"
She pinched the hairpin, the lace knot dripping with water. "You refused to tell me what it is, which proves that there is something wrong with it. Poppies are beautiful, but unfortunately they are poisonous. Poison is not a good thing, of course I don't want it."
A very innovative explanation.
It is the nature of men and women to be curious about the secrets of the opposite sex. As a little girl, she has good self-control.
Liang Chihui was so close that his pulse seemed to be transmitted from the surface of the water, trembling like the surging waves.
"Give me a hand."
He stretched out his hand, and his fingertips touched the ends of He Sang's hair, which were very thin.
The man opened his five fingers and lightly brushed past. He remembered the willows swaying by the lake in the eastern suburbs, which had exactly such a gentle touch.
He Sang grabbed his hand through his sleeve. The water in the pool was cold, but his palm was burning, like a furnace with raging fire. The moist heat penetrated into He Sang's bones and blood. She shuddered and let go in a daze.
Then he realized that something was wrong and anxiously tried to pull it back.
There was a huge difference in their physiques and the soles of her shoes were soft. Liang Chihui didn't move at all and pulled her instead. He Sang stumbled and fell on the shore. He crawled over and supported her at the same time.
The two faces intersected on a parallel line, their breaths intertwined. His eyes were deep, like the bottomless sea, cold, steady and composed.
His deeds in Hebei Province had something to do with "frivolity" and had nothing to do with the word "serious". At this moment, Liang Chihui was inexplicably serious.
"Second Young Master!" Sister Rong rushed out of the house in a panic, "Why did you jump down?"
He Sang stood up and retreated to the steps.
Sister Rong dragged Liang Chihui out easily.
Is it because I am too weak?
Sister Rong is over fifty years old, so it is much easier for her to drag a middle-aged man with her.
Liang Chihui, facing the light, crossed the sleeves of his coat to cover his buttocks and said, "I'll go down and get the handkerchief."
"There are racks and nets in the storage room." Sister Rong was surprised. "Like fallen leaves, fish poop, put out a long iron rack to catch them, and then clean the nets. Have you forgotten?"
He Sang looked at him.
She lived in the old house and didn't dare to move around or wander around for fear of being disliked. Liang Chihui moved around freely, and he should have known where things were placed.
The man was silent, bent down and twisted his pants, and water spilled all over the floor.
Sister Rong quickly fetched a towel and squatted down to wipe him. "Spring colds are hard to recover from. I'll make you a bowl of ginger soup. Drink it while it's hot to help you sweat."
He grabbed the towel and walked towards He Sang, "Are you cold?"
He Sang said, "It's not cold."
The man also squatted down and rolled up the edge of her pants. The small white sock was stuck to her right ankle. There was mayfly moss in the water, and it felt sticky to the touch. "Isn't it uncomfortable?"
He Sang glanced at Sister Rong, who looked shocked.
She immediately brushed away Liang Chihui's hand and ran out of the yard.
It was not until she got into a taxi and took off her socks that her tense nerves relaxed a little.
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He Sang's photo was hung back on the actor announcement board, in the top C position.
Colleagues backstage grumbled, "She's so lucky! She didn't fight or compete in the theater, but secretly caught the big fish, Liang Jishen, and successfully became the Third Young Master's wife. When her value increases in the future, if the dean coaxes her, we have to coax her too."
"Sister Sang, it's not like she doesn't fight or compete! She's clear-headed," retorted the young girl He Sang had nurtured. "A man with money but no power marries a powerful wife to make up for his shortcomings. A man with power but no easy access to money marries a wealthy wife to make up for his shortcomings. Liang Jishen is the most well-rounded one, rich, powerful, and influential. What does he want? Your laziness, your materialism, your lack of self-respect?"
My colleague rolled his eyes, "What's wrong with He Sang?"
"Soft conditions." The young girl removed her makeup and put on a new one. "Who doesn't have a few exes these days? Sister Sang doesn't have any, which means the bar for pursuing her is high. Marrying her is a peace of mind. Mr. Liang definitely wouldn't accept his wife having slept with other men. She's filial, gentle, and doesn't hang out with rich men, right? Why are you so unconvinced? You have enough sponsors to form a football team, and you haven't made anything of yourself."
"Are you sick?"
The colleague rushed forward to fight, but the girl refused to give in and scratched her backhand, "Cui Manli, get out! Are you bullying me?"
He Sang pushed the door open and stared at the two people fighting.
Feeling guilty, the colleague pulled his hand away first. "Sister Sang, are you coming to work?" Despite the mockery, he was still afraid. "'Thunderstorm' premieres at four o'clock. The theater has specially hired a veteran actor from the Beijing People's Art Theater. The director has informed you that you will play the supporting role of Sifeng, and the veteran actor will play the female lead, Fanyi."
"I've already talked to the dean." He Sang didn't argue with her and went to the dressing room to change into his costume.
"Thunderstorm" is set in the Republic of China. He Sang plays the maid Sifeng, who is the lover of Zhou Ping, a rich boy, and also half-siblings. This kind of role with human taboos is a test of acting skills.
Since its establishment in 1995, Hebei Provincial Drama Theater has cultivated a group of big-name actresses who are famous and popular, with beautiful stage performances. However, among the big-name actresses, there is only He Sang, who has good lines and powerful performances. Cui Manli belongs to the team of small-name actresses. After her demotion, the theater had no successors, and He Sang came to the rescue again.
Sifeng's outfit was a pink jacket, white flowered pants, and black flat cloth shoes. She looked old, but He Sang was fair-skinned, so any clothes made her look fresh.
Liang Jishen rushed to the theater without telling He Sang at half past six.
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