Chapter 12
◎Actually, sometimes it's good that Song Jinyu doesn't talk.◎
Sitting in the car, Song Jinyu thought to himself, "He's not petty at all. It's Xiao Ji who's really annoying."
The car drove smoothly forward, the ginkgo trees along the roadside were turning yellow, and the sunlight was shining overhead.
He turned his gaze to Xiao Ji.
He was also bathed in sunlight, his shirt was as white as new, his slender hands gripped the steering wheel, and as he turned the wheel, his sleeves slid down, revealing vermilion.
Song Jinyu felt that his memory was too good, and there were many things from the past that he couldn't remember.
I vaguely remember the bracelet.
He was in junior high school at the time. It was a hot summer day with cicadas chirping loudly. His parents, for some reason, insisted on taking him to climb a temple.
Xiao Ji, the young master who dislikes the heat, was also there.
Looking at the endless staircase and then at the scorching sun overhead, Song Jinyu plopped down on the steps, refusing to go any further.
Zhou Qingwen reached out and pulled him, "You're such a young man, you can't even climb this little mountain. Have you been eating those two big bowls of rice every day for nothing?"
Song Jinyu objected, "Why climb in this heat when there are no other options?"
Zhou Qingwen glared at him, "The master is here today. After today, who knows when we'll be able to see him again."
Song Jinyu glared back, "Mom, look at you! My dad is a respectable people's teacher, and you're doing this? Besides, you don't have any demands, so why do you insist on meeting this master?"
Zhou Qingwen paused, "There are plenty of requests. Xiao Ji is about to take the high school entrance exam. I'm asking him to get into a good high school."
Song Jinyu looked at Xiao Ji.
No, with this guy's grades, why would he need to beg?
The doubt in his eyes was too obvious. Xiao Ji paused for a moment and then said, "I've been having a lot of dreams lately, and I'm a little scared. So I told Aunt Zhou, and she said that the temple here is very effective, which is why she brought me here to pray."
Upon hearing this, Song Jinyu stopped throwing a tantrum. He patted his bottom and stood up, saying, "Seriously? You're afraid of something like this?"
He smiled smugly, "I never dream."
For Xiao Ji's sake, he reluctantly climbed up.
The sun was shining brightly, and Song Jinyu didn't walk properly. He insisted on stepping on Xiao Ji's shadow, turning his head to look at him as he did so, "What did you dream about?"
Xiao Ji's lips were a little pale, whether from exhaustion or from being frightened by the dream, it was hard to tell.
He walked very properly, climbing up in a straight line with even steps. When he heard Song Jinyu's question, he simply turned his head slightly.
"It has everything, and there's a ghost chasing me, it's really scary."
Song Jinyu laughed at him, "Coward."
When they arrived at the temple, his mother queued for a long time before finally meeting the so-called master.
He stood in the square outside the temple, the majestic sound of the Great Compassion Mantra emanating from the main hall, the wind whipping his coat behind him.
He never believed in these things, but Xiao Ji knelt before the Buddha and kowtowed three times earnestly.
Finally, his mother begged for a bracelet and a pendant. The bracelet is with Xiao Ji, and the pendant is around his neck.
Zhou Qingwen hung the pendant on him with a serious expression, threatening him.
"Song Xingxing, if you dare to take this pendant off, I'll break your hand."
...
Song Jinyu couldn't remember if he had taken the pendant off halfway through, but it was still hanging properly around his neck.
He just didn't know that Xiao Ji still kept the bracelet, and that he would go and find another one even if the string broke.
He muttered, "It's so ugly."
Xiao Ji, who was driving, glanced at him but didn't say anything.
Xiao Ji went to see her grandmother but found no one there; the old lady's voice was full of energy on the phone.
"Xiao Ji, Grandma has gone out. Where is your grandpa?"
Xiao Ji knocked again, but still no one answered. "They must have gone fishing."
His grandmother scolded, "All you do all day is fish! You've been fishing all day, and it's not even enough for two people to have a meal."
Xiao Ji chuckled, "Then I'll head back now. I'll come see you all another day."
The first thing Song Jinyu did upon returning home was to immediately turn on his tablet. He picked up his pen and exclaimed, "I'm going to buy myself a new body!"
Xiao Ji took off his watch, changed his shoes, stood at the door spraying disinfectant and washing his hands with hand sanitizer.
Song Jinyu asked him, "What do you call this type of doll?"
Xiao Ji walked towards the coffee machine by the table. "For BJD dolls, I suggest you buy ones made of resin."
"Huh? Why?"
He took out a can of coffee beans, and with his porcelain-white fingertips, he unscrewed the cap. "This one is a little more durable."
Song Jinyu: "..."
He wasn't convinced. "What do you mean? You think I'm making a fuss? Let me tell you, I've put up with you for a long time. I've been annoyed with you ever since you started carrying me around like that. That doll is so small, and your house is such a huge mess. That chair is so tall. I'm lucky I jumped down and landed safely. If I weren't so gifted, that lousy doll of yours would have been broken long ago..."
After saying that, he added, "And let me tell you, Xiao Ji, you're such a pervert! You actually have a lifelike doll of a cool, aloof older sister type hanging in your room. I didn't know you had this kind of unknown hobby..."
The bitter smell of coffee wafted from behind, and Xiao Ji's voice was calm and unhurried, "I'll pay for the doll."
Song Jinyu immediately became obedient.
"oh."
Xiao Ji added, "The doll was a gift from my cousin. She has all these kinds of dolls, female ones, all over her house."
"Then why did she give it to you?"
“He said my life was too monotonous and my house was too ugly, and he wanted to come and change things up. Of course, I think he just wanted to disgust me more.”
"..."
Song Jinyu slammed her pen down. "It's not that I'm disgusting you, it's that I'm torturing you."
Xiao Ji replied insincerely, "Then I'm sorry."
Song Jinyu crumpled a piece of paper into a ball and threw it at Xiao Ji.
Xiao Ji added water to the extracted coffee liquid, while Song Jinyu muttered to herself behind him.
"Holy crap! Is this some kind of robbery? A lifelike doll is selling for such a high price?"
"Since it's not my money, I might as well buy the most expensive one."
"No way...no way...why are you selling dolls individually? Clothes are clothes, hair is hair, but you have to buy the eyes too?!"
"Makeup requires a separate appointment? Forget it, real men never wear makeup."
A chirping little bird moved into the quiet house, and the sunlight shone generously through the glass window, making time seem to stretch out and slow down.
Xiao Ji felt a dreamlike sense of unreality.
"I still need to buy glasses..." Song Jinyu exclaimed, "Xiao Ji, what do you think about me buying Sharingan eyes?"
The aroma of coffee grew stronger as the man sat down beside him, holding a cup of pure, unadulterated coffee. "Sharingan?"
Song Jinyu pointed to it and asked, "Is this all you've got?"
Xiao Ji took a sip of coffee, his gaze sweeping across the tablet screen. "Buy it individually? Why not buy a set?"
"That's so strange..." Song Jinyu said, "So many people have bought those sets, wouldn't I have to use the same face and wear the same clothes as everyone else?"
Xiao Ji put down his coffee cup. "Buy two more Sharingan eyes."
The two stayed at home for several days, and Song Jinyu became increasingly anxious.
Xiao Ji saw it all but said nothing.
His daily life is very simple. He goes out for a run in the morning when the air is fresh and there is no sun. When he comes back, he makes coffee, eats, unpacks packages, and washes Song Jinyu's little clothes.
Song Jinyu became increasingly hyperactive, and even lost interest in watching her favorite anime.
Seeing Xiao Ji standing at the door unpacking packages as if nothing had happened, he couldn't help but ask, "Don't you go to work? Why are you always at home?"
Logically speaking, shouldn't this up-and-coming director, who is at the peak of his career, be receiving so many scripts that he can't get enough of them, and investors be coming to him one after another?
After unpacking the package, Xiao Ji went to wash his hands. His face was expressionless, and his demeanor was as indifferent as ever.
"Maybe it's because I'm a new director with no background or connections that no one is asking me to make movies."
Given his family's financial situation, Song Jinyu didn't believe it.
He thought of the man who had been beaten in the toilet that day.
"Is it related to that person?"
Xiao Ji shook out the little clothes in his hand. "Don't worry, you won't feel wronged. But you, after all these days, haven't you made up your mind yet?"
Song Jinyu immediately fell silent.
He lay on the sofa, which was unusually large for him, and rubbed against it, causing his wig to fall off and several buttons on his clothes to come undone.
After wriggling around like a caterpillar for a while, Song Jinyu sat up and asked, "Do you think my parents really won't care?"
Xiao Ji put the new clothes into the small washing machine that the store had bought to wash.
"I've tested it, it won't happen."
"What if they see me turned into a doll and think I'm a monster?"
"There's no other way, we'll just have to find someone to take you in."
"..."
Xiao Ji's mouth is a murderous knife.
Seeing his inner turmoil, Xiao Ji offered him a suggestion: "If you're really scared, you can find a master to fool them. They don't need to know you exist, but at least they'll feel at ease."
Song Jinyu doesn't like to lie.
He scratched at the leather of the sofa. "Then let's go. I believe my parents are quite receptive."
As he spoke, he jumped up and said, "Has the doll I ordered arrived yet? I want to get inside the body of that doll with eight-pack abs. After so many days, the abs I worked so hard to maintain must be gone."
He sighed sadly, "I wonder if those noisy kids at school miss me. They must be so happy to not have to have PE class."
Xiao Ji patted his head, but Song Jinyu slapped his hand away.
"Are you treating me like a dog?"
Xiao Ji: "..."
He thought expressionlessly that sometimes it was actually quite good that Song Jinyu couldn't speak.
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