Chapter 19 Chapter 19 "Where's your brain?"
43.
Hearing my boast, Gin raised his eyebrows slightly and turned to look at me, but not really at me.
Or maybe he glanced at me and his attention was drawn to what was happening behind me.
I followed his gaze in confusion, but all I saw was vodka.
It's just vodka hugging herself tightly.
I was confused: "Vodka, what's wrong with you? Are you cold?"
The heating at home is on high. I just wear a short-sleeved shirt and shorts. The vodka is thicker than what I wear. I am always the one who is most afraid of the cold. This shouldn't be the case.
Could it be that Vodka's fitness has been poor recently? I'm ready to report it as soon as Vodka says "yes" and ask Gin to increase Vodka's training. After all, I'm not the one suffering.
Vodka didn't answer me. Instead, he continued to hug himself and said with a vigilant look on his face: "Yingzi, you can't do this to me."
I never thought vodka could boast about itself in such a way. My mouth dropped open in shock. "Are you okay? Are you the strongest? Please don't take it personally."
Vodka still refused to let go of his hand: "Aren't you talking about me? Do you still want to attack Big Brother?"
I choked.
How do you say this?
I.
I.
I absolutely do not have such an intention. I dare not do so. I am afraid of death.
"That's enough. Put your hands down." Gin slammed his chopsticks on the table. "You believe what she said? Where's your brain?"
Vodka, who was scolded, put down his hand awkwardly, stammered, and said nothing.
I curled my lips at him smugly, relying on the fact that I was sitting next to Gin, acting like a bully. I even put my hand on my neck and gestured a few times, almost mouthing some contemptuous words.
Of course, I did want to say it, but Gin interrupted me.
"You only care about him? Do you think I'm praising you?" After scolding Vodka, Gin started to scold me, "Stay away from me."
I pouted unhappily, but didn't dare to confront Gin, so I could only move my chair back dejectedly and argue with Vodka with my eyes across the table.
Translated, it means an endless cycle of “blame it on you” and “blame it on you”.
Gin looked at the two of us without saying a word, but he was not idle either. His ears were noisy anymore, but his eyes probably felt it was even noisier.
But Gin is really a good leader. Considering that it is not easy for everyone during the Chinese New Year, he did not continue to scold us, but just gave off cold air.
Sensing something bad was going on, Vodka and I decided to quit and stopped trying to shift the blame to each other. Instead, we just focused on eating.
After eating and drinking, Vodka went to wash the dishes. I inspected Vodka's dishwashing work with my hands behind my back, then carefully selected a bag of hawthorn strips from the snack cabinet, sank into the lazy sofa and started watching the Red and White Song Festival.
In a sense, the Red and White Songs Contest is similar to the Spring Festival Gala in China, a show for the whole family to watch together. However, unlike the Spring Festival Gala, which features a hodgepodge of crosstalk, skits, songs, and dances, the Red and White Songs Contest is primarily about song and dance. Artists are divided into the Red Team and the White Team to compete, much like the Red and White Team in Japanese kendo. This is perhaps the origin of the Red and White Songs Contest's name.
This was my first time watching the Red and White Songs Contest, so I was full of anticipation. Well, it wasn't that I was expecting the show to be particularly good, but more importantly, it was my daughter's first time performing on stage.
What a coincidence! My daughter's first time performing at the Kohaku/Red and White Festival was also my first time watching it. What does this mean? It means my daughter and I are made in heaven, a mother and daughter pair who are not related by blood but are truly like real family!
I politely declined my insincere offer to feed him—because I hadn't even woken up yet. I simply asked Gin if he wanted to eat. Gin's tone was a bit puzzled: "Didn't you say you couldn't eat anymore? Still eating?"
If it were someone else, they might ask this question simply out of confusion.
But if it was Gin...if his tone wasn't a lot gentler (? ? ) than when he scolded me, I would really think he was mocking me.
Don't laugh, Gin is really gentle now.
I stood up and turned around, kneeling on the lazy sofa, resting my arms on the back of the sofa, looking at the silver-haired man's current appearance.
He sat on the sofa, crossed his legs elegantly, and had a rare lazy posture. He half-raised his eyelids to look at me, and his usually cold thin lips showed a slight curve.
It really fascinates me.
Originally, I wanted to argue with Gin and tell him that I actually have two stomachs, one for rice and one for snacks. However, the way Gin looks now is just too, too cool, and he has that kind of handsome guy vibe.
Even though I have always been frivolous, I couldn't say anything frivolous to break this feeling.
I could only stare at him blankly. For a moment, I couldn't even control my eyes. I only remembered to blink when my eyes were dry.
Gin seemed to be in a really good mood today. He was surprised by my stupid appearance and didn't scold me. Instead, he smiled gently.
How to describe it?
Gin isn't expressionless and incapable of laughing. He actually laughs quite a lot, though more often than not, it's a sneer. Of course, the smile that sticks out to me the most is that murderous, shark-like grin with its white teeth bared. It always frightened and thrilled me, as a kid, and I kept watching it.
So, his rare smile, like the first bloom of spring breeze, is such a contrast.
It’s so beautiful.
I just wanted to go over and exorcise the evil spirit, and yell, "Whoever you are, get off Brother Gin," but I couldn't bear to move, and I was also eager to take pictures.
It is so beautiful that no matter how OOC it is, I want to keep it forever.
Unable to control myself, I murmured, "Brother, you are so handsome."
I regretted it the moment I said it out loud. I was really afraid that Gin would become arrogant again if I praised him, so he would stop smiling and switch back to his previous mode, calling me an idiot.
It’s okay to just be scolded, I’m used to it. I even feel a little uncomfortable if I don’t hear Gin scolding me for a day.
I mainly can't bear to let go.
Oddly enough, Gin didn't scold me, nor did he hide his smile. Instead, he raised his eyebrows with interest, and the corners of his lips curled deeper: "Oh?"
"I'm done! Where are we now? Has my daughter come out yet?" Vodka came over excitedly, but was stunned when he met my dead fish eyes. "Yingzi, why are you looking at me like that?"
I snorted expressionlessly: "Vodka, you really annoy me."
44.
Although I was annoyed, there was nothing I could do except regret not taking a photo before Gin stopped smiling. I also knew that if I had taken the photo, Gin would not only stop smiling, but might also confiscate my phone and smash it.
Alas, Brother Gin’s New Year’s gift is too precious. It is normal that precious things are fleeting.
Although I blamed Vodka, I quickly put aside the past and looked forward to our daughter's appearance with Vodka.
"How many more are there?"
"It should be the next one."
"Then I'll prepare to turn off the lights after the next one comes out." Vodka handed me the cheering stick and patted his chest to make a promise.
I was touched: "Vodka, you are such a good person!"
Vodka patted his head modestly: "Sure, sure."
Gin, watching the two of us acting, warned me: "...Just try dropping what you have on the ground."
I behaved myself for a second, took out some paper from the tissue box next to me to wipe my hands, and then sneakily wiped my hands on the ground while Gin wasn't paying attention, feeling guilty.
It was a close call, I almost got beaten.
After waiting and waiting, my daughter's show finally came on. Vodka and I waved cheering sticks and shouted cheers in the dark.
Vodka, who was more perceptive than me, was afraid of accidentally disturbing Gin, so he just squatted next to me. He really tried hard.
The song that my daughter's group sang was my daughter's new single, and my daughter was in the C position. Watching my precious daughter dancing on TV in a beautiful puffy skirt, I couldn't help but burst into tears.
Even though Gin doesn't watch TV much, as the top killer of our Black Organization, the TV at home has a top-of-the-line extra-large screen, which is a bargain for me, even if he doesn't use it much.
It was a fantastic audio-visual feast, much better than the time I spent huddled in the small attic.
I was so moved that after the girls finished their performance, I ran to Gin without waiting for Vodka to turn on the lights.
I sat down next to Gin, picked up his arm and started rubbing it skillfully: "Brother Gin, I will follow you forever!"
Gin: "Release."
No way, today is the last day of the year, and I'm sure Gin won't beat me.
45.
Then I got hit on the head by Gin.
Gin, a Japanese good leader who is committed to giving me a complete year-long experience of being beaten.
46.
Vermouth once asked me why I was so obsessed with pursuing my daughter. After all, in the eyes of a famous Hollywood actress, my daughter is really not good-looking compared to her. Her legs are not as long as hers, and she is not as pretty as her. She is just an ordinary member of a girl group.
To this, I simply explained that I have a mother filter.
Because I really can't explain why I like my daughter. It is a comfort I get when I am in pain.
How could a member who grew up in the Black Organization struggle so bitterly just because he was finally assigned a job by the Black Organization? I should be like everyone else, eager to make more contributions to the Black Organization, instead of almost crying when I saw a traitor being executed, and then being frightened by Gin's eyes.
I dare not cry, I dare not be afraid, I dare not speak.
At first, I really felt like I was going crazy from acting, and I felt that if I continued like this, I might not live to see Edogawa Conan appear.
Then I saw a performance of my daughter online.
It was an open-air performance and it was raining heavily. The audience all wore raincoats, but the girl group members on the stage had no choice but to sing and dance in the rain, risking electric shock.
They all laughed happily.
But the first thing I saw was my daughter standing in the corner, drenched by the rain, but she was moving without slowing down and still had a smile on her eyes.
There may be no reason for people's liking for someone, but I fell in love with her at first sight. I watched the video over and over again, and after turning off the video, I started searching for information about the group and my daughter.
The harder life gets, the more stressed out people become, and the more likely they are to like energetic people and listen to energetic music. Coincidentally, my daughter possesses both of these qualities.
She also has quite a few golden quotes that sound ridiculously funny.
It can be said that she gave me a lot of motivation, always making me feel that if I endured the difficult days, maybe they would pass?
It is indeed the past. She has become the center and most popular person in the group. I have also completely adapted to the life of the Black Organization and become a member of the organization who is flawless at least on the surface. At least I don’t have to worry about not being able to wait for Edogawa Conan to appear.
Because of my enthusiastic recommendation, Vodka also fell in love with my daughter and became my star-chasing partner. It can be said that the two names that appear most frequently in the chat records between Vodka and me are "big brother" and "daughter".
But Vodka didn't fall in love with Yoko Okino just because he liked his daughter, so after his daughter's performance ended, I watched it intermittently, but Vodka was still fully focused, just to watch Yoko Okino who came out to host from time to time.
I wasn't interested in the boy band on TV, so I yawned and took out a bag of coffee candy from the snack cabinet to refresh myself. Just as I was about to open it, I heard Gin's phone ring.
Duck liver, not good.
47.
I was lying on the ground, holding onto Gin's thighs and refusing to let go: "No, why did you take me with you on this mission?!"
The author has something to say:
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Maybe my son can't get it, so I'll make a patch. "Duck liver" is the transliteration of "a little" in Korean.
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