Invite him to tea
After the birthday party that night, Song Shiyu felt that the invisible, indestructible ice wall between him and Ji Zhiqi had quietly opened a tiny crack.
The gap was very small, which made him uneasy and unable to sit still.
A few days later, Song Shiyu, who was resting at home, prepared himself mentally for a long time. Finally, he mustered up the courage, entered the number that he had already memorized, and sent a friend request.
The waiting time became extremely long, and he had to light up the screen and take a look almost every few minutes.
About two hours later, the phone finally received a notification - **The other party has accepted your friend request**.
My heart beat faster and faster, but after passing the first one, new problems came one after another.
Song Shiyu held the phone as if it were a hot potato, his brows furrowed, and he was in a dilemma.
What should I send as the first sentence?
"Have you eaten?" - too cliché.
"What are you doing?" - It's too far-fetched and seems presumptuous.
"Are you tired?" - They were too close, and he was not qualified.
Song Shiyu slapped his forehead in annoyance, feeling extremely disgusted with his own procrastinating and hesitant state.
We are all men, if you like someone, just pursue them, why be shy?
A desperate thought suddenly popped into my head—why not be so direct? My fingers uncontrollably typed into the dialog box:
"Ji Zhiqi, are you interested in sleeping with me?"
After typing this line, Song Shiyu's cheeks felt slightly hot as he stared at the naked text on the screen.
No, absolutely not!
How embarrassed and disgusted would a proud man like Ji Zhiqi be if he knew that a man was coveting him with such thoughts?
What's the difference between him and those lechers he despises the most, who only think with their lower bodies?
Just when he was distracted and self-critical, his arm holding the phone felt sore, and the heavy latest model phone fell straight down, hitting him squarely on the handsome nose that he was proud of with a "bang"!
"Ouch! My nose!" A sharp and sour pain came over Song Shiyu, and his eyes went dark. He covered his nose and curled up, and his eyes instantly filled with physiological tears.
This nose is what his mother, Ms. Ruan Ning, often praises, saying it is a masterpiece that embodies the excellent genes inherited from the Song family!
He endured the pain and sat up suddenly, frantically groping for his cell phone on the bed.
The moment he grabbed the screen and lit it up, his blood nearly froze—that "sleepover" invitation he'd been hesitating to send, actually... **sent successfully**?!
Song Shiyu felt like he was about to disappear in an instant!
His mind went blank, with only one thought remaining: Retract! Retract now! His fingers trembled as he long-pressed the message, clicking the Retract option with the fastest speed he had ever seen.
After watching the dangerous statement disappear from the dialog box, he collapsed as if exhausted, gasping for breath.
Ji Zhiqi is so busy, he probably... didn't see it, right?
If he saw it, would he feel offended and block and delete the one-stop service the next second?
But he clearly remembered that he held the phone very tightly... Could it be that when he was hit on the nose, his finger subconsciously pressed the send button?
UU floated aside, taking in the host's mental journey and the miserable appearance in just a few minutes. His round body rose and fell with laughter, and his little black eyes were full of gloating and playful laughter.
Just when Song Shiyu was scratching his head and about to fall into a new round of regret and panic, the screen of his mobile phone suddenly lit up.
Ji Zhiqi: “?”
A simple question mark struck Song Shiyu's heart like a bolt of thunder.
He quickly replied, trying to cover up: "Wrong click."
After thinking about it, I felt that this ending was too abrupt, so I mustered up the courage to add, "If you have time, I'd like to invite you for tea."
After sending the message, he put down his phone and sighed dejectedly.
He has never seriously pursued anyone, not in that world, nor here.
But only he himself knew how strong his heart was moved by Ji Zhiqi, the feeling as if his soul was struck when he saw him for the first time.
He wanted to be good to him, wanted to own him, and even... wanted to possess him completely.
Ji Zhiqi could not only easily arouse his deepest admiration, but also easily ignite his most primitive desires, even if he just gave him a cold look unintentionally.
Song Shiyu didn't dare to think about it any further. Just recalling Ji Zhiqi's appearance, he felt something was wrong with his body. He quickly stopped thinking and took a few deep breaths to calm his restlessness.
Just when he was feeling uneasy, his phone lit up again.
Ji Zhiqi: "Okay, let's do it on Friday then."
Song Shiyu stared at the few short words on the screen
He...he agreed?
His fingers quickly replied, "Okay, I'll send you the specific time and address later!" He immediately attached the location of a private art teahouse known for its ultimate environment and absolute privacy.
UU was amazed and flew around him: "Xiaojiu, you are like a silly dog who finally got a pat on the head by his master."
Song Shiyu was in such a good mood that he rarely refuted UU's teasing.
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On Friday afternoon, the hidden teahouse was quiet and elegant. Outside the independent private room was a carefully maintained dry landscape courtyard. The white sand, bluestone and green moss formed a freehand painting with blank space.
Song Shiyu arrived half an hour early and carefully checked the environment to make sure that not even a single extra fly could fly in, ensuring absolute privacy.
At the appointed time, Ji Zhiqi showed up on time.
He was wearing the simplest white cashmere sweater and black casual trousers. Without the dazzling stars and gorgeous costumes on the stage, he looked thin and clean.
However, the tiredness between his eyebrows seemed to be heavier than when Song Shiyu saw him a few days ago, with a sense of fragileness.
However, even with such simple and casual clothes, when worn on Ji Zhiqi, he still looks so handsome that people can't take their eyes off him. His innate temperament cannot be concealed by the clothes at all.
Song Shiyu forced himself to look away, lowered his eyelids, picked up the teacup in front of him and took a sip to cover up his rapid heartbeat and slightly hot ears.
"The confidentiality and privacy here are the best. Don't worry, nothing will be photographed." He didn't know whether his hasty explanation could lower Ji Zhiqi's possible defenses a little bit and prevent him from thinking that he was approaching him with some dirty thoughts of wanting to be with him or even sleep with him.
Ji Zhiqi sat down opposite him and listened to his explanation. His beautiful eyes, like black jade immersed in a cold pond, were bottomless. He stared at Song Shi and
After a few seconds, he nodded almost imperceptibly, and a pleasant voice rang out, with only one word: "Okay."
Song Shiyu secretly breathed a sigh of relief and began to concentrate on making tea.
He took the small purple clay teapot, warmed the utensils, put in the tea, brewed it, scraped the foam, rinsed the teapot, and divided the tea... The series of actions were as smooth as flowing water, with an ancient sense of rhythm, skillful and elegant, and it was obvious that he was well versed in this art.
His slender, white, and bony fingers moved among the tea sets, as if he was not making tea, but performing an exquisite artistic performance.
Ji Zhiqi's gaze involuntarily fell on Song Shi and those hands.
Watching those nimble and steady fingers precisely controlling the flow of water and timing, a burning sensation welled up in his eyes.
Song Shiyu gently pushed a cup of clear, fragrant tea in front of Ji Zhiqi and said in a gentle voice, "Try it."
Ji Zhiqi picked up the teacup as he was told, first looking at its color, then smelling its fragrance, and finally taking a sip.
The tea soup is mellow and has a long aftertaste. More importantly, the focused expression and smooth movements of the person in front of you when making tea are themselves an ultimate enjoyment.
He put down the teacup and looked up at Song Shiyu, his tone filled with genuine praise: "The tea soup is clear, the aroma is delicate, the taste is sweet and mellow, and the aftertaste is endless. Mr. Song is a master craftsman." He paused and added, "This is the most pleasing and mellow tea I have tasted recently."
Song Shiyu looked at Ji Zhiqi's lips, which had become increasingly rosy and attractive due to the hot tea, and subconsciously licked his own dry lips, forcing himself to suppress the heat that was rising in his heart again: "As long as you like it."
As long as he likes it, it proves that everything he puts his heart and soul into is meaningful.
He took the opportunity to steer the conversation back to a safe zone: "Are the headphones I gave you comfortable?"
Ji Zhiqi nodded and gave a rather professional evaluation: "Well, especially the **Sennheiser HE 1**. When performing symphonies, its huge sound stage and extreme detail resolution really brought an unprecedented sense of immersion."
Hearing him seriously evaluate the headphones and obviously actually using them, Song Shiyu felt as if his heart was filled with honey and was extremely pleased.
As long as Ji Zhiqi is comfortable, he will be comfortable too.
At this time, Ji Zhiqi took out an envelope with simple but high-quality packaging from his bag and handed it to Song Shiyu.
"These are tickets for the H City stop of the 'Chasing the Light' tour next month."
Song Shiyu's gaze first fell on Ji Zhiqi's neatly trimmed fingers with distinct knuckles, which were holding the envelope. His Adam's apple rolled unconsciously, and his throat felt a little dry and tight.
"Why... did you suddenly give me this?" His voice was slightly hoarse.
"You gave me such expensive headphones, this is... a return gift." Ji Zhiqi said calmly, as if stating a perfectly reasonable fact. "I'll invite you to my concert in the future."
Song Shiyu reached out to take the envelope, and his fingertips inevitably had a momentary, light touch with Ji Zhiqi's fingertips.
A subtle but clear electric current instantly ran through his body from the point of contact, causing Song Shiyu's heart to skip a beat.
Almost subconsciously, with a barely perceptible lingering feeling, he let the touch linger for a few tenths of a second longer.
Of course Song Shiyu did it on purpose. He would take advantage of this opportunity if he could.
He had silently liked this person for three years. Even though they had never met or had any contact, and he only watched her from afar, he had never thought about asking for anything in return.
But now, Ji Zhiqi said, "Please come to my concert in the future."
Does this mean... that he will invite me to every game from now on?
Just then, Ji Zhiqi's cell phone rang.
He glanced at the caller ID, frowned slightly, said "sorry" to Song Shiyu, then stood up and walked to the window seat in the box to answer the phone.
He was neither too far nor too close, and Song Shiyu could clearly see the perfect profile of his face.
The person on the other end of the phone seemed to have said something that made Ji Zhiqi extremely unhappy. His handsome brows furrowed tighter and tighter, and his face darkened at a speed visible to the naked eye, even looking a little paler than when he came just now.
During the entire call, Ji Zhiqi hardly spoke, only occasionally uttering a few brief "um" or "I see", but the depressing atmosphere permeated the air.
Song Shiyu's heart was in suspense, wondering who and what could have caused such a huge emotional fluctuation in the usually calm Ji Zhiqi.
Soon, the call was hung up.
Almost at the same time, there was a gentle knock on the box door. Ji Zhiqi's assistant poked his head in and quietly reminded him that the time for the next announcement was almost up and he needed to get ready to leave.
Ji Zhiqi walked back, his face had returned to its previous calmness, but the gloom that remained in his eyes had not completely dissipated.
After saying a simple goodbye to Song Shiyu, he left with his assistant.
Looking at the empty box door, Song Shiyu's heart swung back and forth like a pendulum.
Logically speaking, artists have tight schedules, especially when they have announcements, and their time is strictly controlled, so they rarely have free time to meet irrelevant people.
Ji Zhiqi clearly had an announcement, but he still found time to come and see me... Him?
As soon as this thought came to his mind, his eyes fell on the plain envelope on the table.
My mood suddenly darkened again.
They all said it was a return gift.
Why are you being so sentimental here?
UU floated in the room, watching Song Shiyu's face change unpredictably and finally return to silence and loss, and her round body rubbed his cheek gently.
Then she tore off a tiny piece of her limp body.
The spirit squirmed in her hand, emitting a soft light, and eventually transformed into a small, delicate crown that shimmered with light.
UU floated in front of Song Shiyu and carefully placed the small crown, which was transformed from her own spirit, on Song Shiyu's head. She said in an ethereal but serious voice, "Xiaojiu, don't doubt yourself. You are smart, brave, beautiful, and can make such delicious tea! In my eyes, you are super dazzling! You are the best and deserve all the good things in the world!"
Song Shiyu was stunned for a moment, raised his hand and touched the "crown" on his head that was empty but seemed to have warmth, and looked at UU's pair of small black eyes full of sincerity. The haze in his heart was instantly dispelled.
He couldn't help but laugh, his tone gentle: "UU. Thank you... for being with me for so many years."
UU was a little embarrassed by his sudden and serious thanks. She waved one hand proudly and placed the other on her waist, pretending to be conscientious and raising her non-existent chin: "Oh! Don't worship me too much. I'm the spirit you'll never get! If you really want to thank me," she changed the subject, her little black eyes sparkling, "just think about your wish and let me complete the task smoothly!"
Song Shiyu was amused by her. He touched his chin and pretended to be in deep thought. Then he said very seriously: "Then... my wish is that UU can successfully advance and become the most powerful judge!"
UU was obviously stunned, and the halo around him paused for a moment.
She didn't expect Song Shiyu to express such a wish.
If guiding spirits like them want to be promoted to judges, they not only need to accumulate a huge amount of "thoughts", but also need extremely rare opportunities and luck, which may not appear even after hundreds or thousands of years.
The "thoughts" generated by the host's wishes are the food for their growth, but directly making a wish to allow her to advance is not allowed by the rules and is invalid.
But... Song Shiyou's pure love and his wish for her well still made her spiritual core feel an unprecedented warmth and touch.
She waved her little finger back and forth, her tone filled with rare patience and a barely perceptible sob: "No, Xiaojiu. This kind of wish is not allowed by the rules. We guiding spirits must rely on absorbing the 'intention' generated when wishes are fulfilled in order to grow and advance. This is an iron rule. So, it's useless for you to just make a wish for me to advance."
Song Shiyu lamented upon hearing this: "Ah? There is still such a rule? That's such a pity."
Although the wish was invalid, the feeling of being taken seriously and sincerely wished for was deeply imprinted in UU's spirit.
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