15 Chapter 15
◎And so, the gray-toned home gained color.◎
Rong Huai had only met Song Jinyu twice.
Xiao Ji never lived in the Xiao family home since he was a child, and he rarely even came back on holidays.
Rong Huai's parents lived abroad for many years, and he was left with the Xiao family by his father. Compared to Xiao Ji, she felt that she was more like a family with the Xiao family.
She always felt like a thief, having stolen Xiao Ji's home, so she didn't dare show her face when Xiao Ji came back, only watching from afar.
The boy, who was only a teenager, had excellent manners. He stood or sat with his back straight, and his features resembled his aunt's. Even his eyes were identically cold.
He was not talkative, but Xiao Zheng and Rong Jiao, who were usually quiet, became unusually talkative around him.
Later she learned that they were making amends, but Xiao Ji had already passed the point where he needed to make amends.
That Mid-Autumn Festival, Xiao Zheng forced Xiao Ji to come home for the holiday. The Xiao family was unusually lively, and even Rong Jiao enthusiastically placed a pot of flowers in the living room.
The younger Xiao Ze approached her, saying he wanted to give the toys he had bought over the years to his older brother.
Xiao Ji didn't want Xiao Ze's toys, nor did she look at Rong Jiao's flowers.
That night, Rong Huai lay in her room thinking, "This cousin of mine is such a cold and heartless person."
Then there was a knock on the window next to her.
The person knocking seemed to have no patience at all; after knocking once, they couldn't help but knock a second and a third time.
Rong Huai rolled over and got up.
Like Xiao Ji, he preferred quiet. This row of rooms near the back garden consisted only of the two of them. She pulled back the curtains a little to look outside.
A boy was standing under the window.
The boy's body began to slender, the T-shirt hanging loosely on him, his hair slightly curly, and his eyes brighter than the stars in the sky.
He carried a bag, stood for a while, then squatted down under Xiao Ji's window, looking up and calling softly, "Xiao Ji, Xiao Ji..."
Xiao Ji turned and jumped out of the second-floor window.
That was the first time Rong Huai had ever seen someone jump from such a height. Such a height was easy for Xiao Ji, but when he landed and braced his hands on the ground, he couldn't help but frown.
They weren't speaking loudly, but they were right under Rong Huai's window.
Xiao Ji pulled the boy, who was squatting on the ground pulling grass with his hands, up. "Song Jinyu, it's already dark. What are you doing here?"
Song Jinyu smiled and said, "I've come to see you."
He picked up the bag and shook it. "These are mooncakes my mom made. They're fresh out of the oven and still hot. They taste best right now."
Xiao Ji said, "I don't like eating mooncakes."
Song Jinyu, seemingly having a good temper, said, "Oh, I like to eat it, okay?"
After saying that, he couldn't help but curse, "Xiao Ji, you're really biting the hand that feeds you. What did I go through all the trouble of sneaking into your big villa for? Do you think it was really just to bring you two tattered mooncakes? If I wasn't worried about upsetting you, I wouldn't have come."
Rong Huai saw a smile spread across her cousin's eyes.
She knew he was a germaphobe; when she accidentally bumped into him, he took a half-hour shower.
Now, Xiao Ji, who has obsessive-compulsive disorder, carefully removes the bits of grass that have gotten on Song Jinyu's body.
His gaze fell on the boy's face, gentler than moonlight.
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Song Jinyu held up the Chinese tallow tree leaf and only breathed a sigh of relief after Rong Huai's figure had completely disappeared.
Beside Xiao Ji was a small wooden figure, like a decoration, with a square head, a rectangular body, short arms and short legs.
The stiff wooden figure came to life in the next second, waving its little feet to Xiao Ji's side and knocking over the fork resting on the plate.
Song Jinyu tugged at Xiao Ji's hand, asking him to draw eyes, ears, mouth, and nose on her.
Xiao Ji's newly purchased fabric arrived, and he tossed it into the washing machine to tumble around. Sunlight climbed higher and higher, eventually landing on the long table by the window.
The ginkgo leaves were even more radiant than the light. Xiao Ji washed his hands and sat down at the long table.
After taking Rong Huai's private lessons, his makeup skills improved significantly; at least his nose and eyes looked distinct.
Unlike BJD dolls, wooden dolls cannot be erased once painted on, so Xiao Ji painted them very carefully.
After finishing the drawing, he paused, remained silent for several seconds, and then patted Song Jinyu's ear. "Okay, go play."
Song Jinyu couldn't see her wooden face. She stretched out her long, fingerless hand and touched her head, quite satisfied with her new body.
Autumn was deepening in the garden outside the window. The trees had grown taller than the ground, reaching a towering height to Song Jinyu. The grass was also very tall. The little wooden figure stood under the grass, looking up at the trees as if they were majestic trees.
Song Jinyu swung her legs and ran two steps forward.
He felt like a pixelated character from Minecraft, only his hands couldn't hold weapons.
The little man clumsily climbed onto a blade of grass, bending the dew-covered blade low and drooping it until the tip of the blade sank into the soil. The beetle on the blade trembled in fright but didn't run away; instead, it turned its head to look at the uninvited guest on the blade.
Song Jinyu waved her hand.
hello……
The beetle flapped its wings and flew away.
The dew finally slid into Song Jinyu's feet, where it was absorbed by the dry wood, leaving a damp patch.
He shouted into the window, "Xiao Ji, I've been attacked by magic!"
Xiao Ji spread out the dried fabric.
He held the floral fabric in his porcelain-white fingers and asked Song Jinyu, "What do you think about making a coat out of this for you?"
Song Jinyu looked at it and said, "It's not very good. Why is it floral? It's so ugly."
Xiao Ji said, "This is expensive."
"Oh, then I'd rather wear polyester."
"..."
Xiao Ji paused for a moment.
"Little wild boar".
Song Jinyu was so angry that she chopped a blade of grass with her bare hands.
He thought, Xiao Ji is still really annoying.
Having spent so much time with him these past two days, he had almost forgotten that the two of them hadn't gotten along before. Once he returned to his own body, he would definitely stay far away from Xiao Ji.
Xiao Ji has become much more skillful lately. He picked up the blade of grass that Song Jinyu had split, folded it with his hands, and finally secured it with a stalk to make a small hat.
The hat landed on Song Jinyu's head.
Wearing a hat, Song Jinyu continued deeper into the jungle.
The brave little adventurer climbed over rocks taller than himself and jumped over puddles twice his width. The big trees blocked out the sunlight, but light always managed to seep through the gaps, dancing on the leaves and shimmering in the puddles, turning them into magical mirrors.
Song Jinyu found a seed by a puddle.
Song Jinyu saw ants moving house.
Song Jinyu picked a bright orange daisy.
Song Jinyu saw a dung beetle.
The dung beetle was sunbathing at the entrance of its burrow. It didn't seem alarmed by the tiny, uninvited guest and simply flipped itself over to continue sunbathing.
Then it was wrapped in a leaf.
Song Jinyu ran very fast, holding the dung beetle wrapped in a leaf.
Xiao Ji was sitting in the pavilion outside the courtyard drawing design drawings. Before he even saw Song Jinyu, his voice came over first.
"Xiao Ji, I have a great gift for you, I'm sure you'll love it!"
Xiao Ji lowered his head.
Song Jinyu had somehow climbed onto the railing of the pavilion. The moment he looked over, she made a shooting motion, and the dung beetle rolled into Xiao Ji's collar with a bewildered yet precise motion.
Xiao Ji suddenly stood up.
The dung beetle wrapped in a leaf slid off his abdomen, rolled around on the ground, and the leaf opened up, revealing a large black insect.
Song Jinyu stood with her hands on her hips, smiling smugly.
"Hahahaha... Surprised? Unexpected?"
Xiao Ji: "..."
Xiao Ji's face turned completely dark.
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Xiao Ji took a shower for a full hour, while Song Jinyu stood on the table as punishment.
The man's usual composed expression finally cracked, all traces of elegance vanished, and he didn't even care that his hair was messed up by a towel. He stared at Song Jinyu, gritting his teeth.
"Song! Xing! Xing!"
"What?" Song Xingxing showed no remorse whatsoever. "It was just a dung beetle that defiled me. I even carried it the whole way, and I didn't say a word."
Xiao Ji: "..."
He felt that Song Jinyu was no longer a good match for him.
But Xiao Ji was only thinking about it; after all, there was only one Song Jinyu in the whole world.
He didn't care whether the wooden puppet would rot from being soaked in water. He threw Song Jinyu into the basin, pressed down on the thrashing puppet with his hands, and washed it thoroughly inside and out.
The soul has no feeling, but Song Jinyu feels as if a layer of skin has been rubbed off.
He held his hand up in front of Xiao Ji, "Look, my hands are covered in sawdust."
Xiao Ji coldly turned Song Jinyu over.
As a result, sawdust was also rubbed off Song Jinyu's buttocks.
The sunlight completely disappeared from the table.
Xiao Ji planted the unknown seeds.
Xiao Ji took pictures of the ants moving house.
Xiao Ji placed the orange daisies in a vase in the living room.
A different color has appeared in the gray-toned home.
...
Xiao Ji has been busy lately. He has taken on a project and is preparing to start filming.
Despite being busy, he didn't neglect Song Jinyu's affairs at all. After studying for the past few days, he was finally able to do Song Jinyu's makeup so that she could go out in public. The little floral jacket that he had been so reluctant to wear was also finished.
Song Jinyu can accept this makeup, but he can't accept this floral print jacket.
"ugly."
Xiao Ji lowered his eyes, as if he hadn't heard, and forcefully put the handcuffs on his wrist.
Of course, you can't fight city hall. Unable to resist physically, Song Jinyu could only shout even louder, "I said it's ugly! I don't want to wear it."
Xiao Ji still remembered the dung beetle incident and was determined to take revenge on him.
"Oh," he said coldly. "If you're so capable, take it off yourself."
Even the most human-like BJD dolls can't unbutton a row of small buttons.
He was dressed to meet people; after waiting for so many days, Jiang Hui's master had finally returned.
The meeting took place at their place of residence.
Jiang Hui's master was a disheveled old man with dyed yellow hair, wearing the same floral shorts as Jiang Hui last time, and his clothes were also gaudy.
The first thing I said to Song Jinyu was, "Wow! Your jacket is really cool. Is there anyone my age who can wear that?"
Song Jinyu: "..."
Jiang Hui coughed behind him, "My master is a little... um..."
No explanation was needed; Song Jinyu could see it too.
Jiang Hui took his master's surname, and his master's name was Jiang Qu.
Xiao Ji was getting some details from Jiang Hui when Song Jinyu moved closer to Jiang Hui and asked, "You went and came back with your master?"
Jiang Hui: "..."
Song Jinyu then asked, "Then why didn't you call him Jiang Lai? Jiang Lai sounds more symmetrical."
Jiang Hui: "..."
Jiang Hui hesitated for a moment.
"Jiang Lai doesn't sound good."
Is Jiang Qu really that good?
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