In a blink of an eye, it is the day of Mid-Autumn Festival.
In previous years, Song Yi would have a quiet meal outside with Zhao Hongyan and Song Jie, but they broke up because of Zhao Hongyan's unhappiness, so Song Yi had no expectations for the Mid-Autumn Festival.
This year was the same as previous years, except that Zhao Hongyan was hospitalized, and they were two brothers and sisters during the holidays, and they had an extra little niece waiting to be fed.
Song Yi cleaned up the aggressive little crabs in the kitchen and steamed them neatly on the pot one by one. Hearing Song Jie's relaxed laugh in the living room, he washed his hands and walked out.
The baby was sleeping soundly in the buggy, Song Jie leaned on the sofa and watched TV intently, "Brother, come quickly..."
"What's wrong?" Song Yi sat next to her, and patted her shoulders.
Song Jie nuzzled, "It would be great if we went out to eat like in previous years, why should we cook at home."
"It's easy and clean to cook by yourself." Song Yi lied casually.
Song Jie was reluctant, with a bitter face, "But since I gave birth to the baby, I haven't eaten out for a long time, and I haven't gone shopping. I'm going to be derailed from the world."
Song Yi pinched her cheek affectionately, and said with a smile: "You are breastfeeding now, so you have to be extra careful when eating, and you will be fine after this period of time."
Song Jie puffed her cheeks hard, and rested her head gently on Song Yi's arm, feeling much more comfortable in her heart. After thinking for a while, she said softly: "Actually, I am very afraid of being a mother, I am afraid that I will become like a mother in the future... "
Song Yi gently ran down her hair, feeling very sorry for this younger sister. Zhao Hongyan's domestic cold violence was not only aimed at herself, "Don't think so much, you won't become like her."
"But what if?" Song Jie turned her head to look at him, sniffing, "What if I want to become like her?"
Song Yi sighed inwardly, and smiled softly, "With me here, I will urge you, you won't become like her."
Song Jie nodded obediently, looked at Song Yi's clean side face, thought of something, and said in a low voice, "It would be great if you weren't my brother."
"Stupid words." Song Yi tapped her on the head. Logically speaking, he is indeed not Song Jie's real brother, but after so many years, he is no different from her own brother.
Song Jie smiled embarrassedly, turned her head when she heard the voice on the TV, and let out an exaggerated "Wow", her eyes lit up, "Brother, look quickly, Gu Xingchuan!"
CCTV's Mid-Autumn Festival Gala was being broadcast live on the TV. On the 90-inch LCD screen, Gu Xingchuan's face was exceptionally clear, with handsome brows and eyes, red lips and white teeth, perfect and impeccable, like a work carefully designed by a beauty god.
The light on the stage gradually dimmed, and a beam of snow-white spotlights fell from the dome, outlining a layer of soft light for his sharp-edged outline, diluting the originally aggressive facial features, making him look much softer.
It was rare for him to wear a formal suit, with the bottom ~ half ~ straight trousers, and the upper body was a casual pure white shirt with a few buttons unbuttoned, giving him a semi-sexy and semi-ascetic feeling.
His shoulders rose and fell slightly with his breath, and the cello and violin played in unison in the background music, as smooth as flowing water.
The sound of the piano followed into the accompaniment, like a long street under the moonlight, cold, empty and dignified.
Gu Xingchuan bowed his head slightly, his expression concentrated, his thin lips lifted, and his smooth voice blended into the accompaniment.
"You stand on the bridge and look at the scenery
People watching the scenery are watching you
The bright moon adorns your window
you adorn my dreams
…”
Song Yi seldom listened to Gu Xingchuan's serious singing. I have to say that this song is very good. It is sincere, sad but not hurtful. It has a youthful and fragile feeling, as if it was written in the summer evening wind poem.
"Is this a new song?" Song Jie's face was full of excitement, the stars in her eyes were about to pop out of her sockets, "It's so good!"
Song Yi burst out laughing, and turned to look at her, "Are you so happy because the song is good?"
Song Jie pushed his shoulder shyly, pretending to be angry, "Brother, I'm already a mother of children, so it must be nice, not handsome!"
"What are you talking about?" Song Yi lowered her head and smiled softly.
Song Jie rubbed her face in embarrassment, thought of something, and said worriedly: "I think he is very good-looking, but it is said on the Internet that he has a bad temper. The two of you have worked together before. He didn't lose his temper with you, did he?"
Song Yi pinched her nose, not knowing how to explain to Song Jie, "No."
Song Jie breathed a sigh of relief, "That's good. If you have a chance, take me to see him live. Is there a big difference between him and the one on TV?"
Artists with makeup and without makeup, most of them are completely different. In addition to the intensive editing of P pictures in the later stage, many fans see their even pixel makeup and take off their fans directly.
Gu Xingchuan's face can stand the test, there is no difference between the outside of the camera and the inside of the camera, and sometimes the expression management in the camera is very good. Once away from the camera, he looks cold and looks at others with his nostrils, which makes people hate Tooth itching.
Song Yi took out her mobile phone to look at it, and calculated the time, "If you want to see him, don't leave tonight."
"Ah?" Song Jie was stunned, looking at him blankly.
Song Yi counted the time spent in the traffic jam, and forty minutes later, the door lock of the living room rang, and the door was pushed from the outside, and Gu Xingchuan walked in with a chill in his body, and took off his coat at the entrance, He took the apron very smoothly and put it on, and walked into the kitchen. The set of movements was smooth and smooth, as if he was at his own home.
"Song Yi, the crabs are not tied properly, and they are crawling all over the pot. I told you to wait for me to steam them when I come back."
He was still wearing the clothes on the stage, and when he left the radiant stage, he looked fresh and simple.
Song Jie came out of the bathroom, stood in front of the sliding door of the kitchen and paused, dumbfounded.
Gu Xingchuan glanced back at her, frowned slightly, "Why are you here?"
"My sister is celebrating the festival with us today." Song Yi reminded Gu Xingchuan not to go too far.
Gu Xingchuan twisted his neck and quickly cleaned up the crabs, and said coldly: "There are not enough crabs for three people."
Song Yi knew what his temper was, so she smiled slightly, "It's okay, I don't like to eat it either, you and Xiaojie should eat more."
Gu Xingchuan glared at him, and put the lid on the pot with a loud "bang" to express his dissatisfaction.
Song Jie was stupid, didn't understand what was going on, grabbed Song Yi's sleeve with suppressed excitement, and whispered: "I think he is more handsome than on TV, he can cook?"
"It's quite delicious. You can try it later." Although Song Yi can cook, she is limited to delicate western food. Frying steak and cooking pasta is very petty bourgeois. Good at this, Gu Xingchuan is very good at this, he can read the recipes once, and the dishes he makes are full of color and flavor. If he loses his job that day, it is also possible to open a small restaurant to be the chef.
Song Jie came back to her senses, and blinked playfully a few times, "Are you really just friends?"
Song Yi smiled without saying a word, arranged for Song Jie to sit down and rest, then turned around and walked into the kitchen to help the chef, he was able to cut and wash vegetables.
Two people cook together, and the speed is much faster. After a while, the table is full of dishes, delicious hairy crabs, green bamboo shoots like emeralds, and fried shrimps that are pink and tender. They are delicious in color and fragrance. Just mouth watering.
Sitting at the same dinner table with Gu Xingchuan, Song Jie was a little nervous at first, but she gradually relaxed, watching Song Yi and Gu Xingchuan secretly.
The hand holding the microphone just now is now peeling crabs neatly,
All the peeled ones were placed on the public tray. Gu Xingchuan moved smoothly with his hands and frowned slightly, "I'm going to Hokkaido to shoot a commercial next week."
Song Yi is in a good mood, and the two people around her like this Mid-Autumn Festival very much, "It's very good, you can play for a few more days and then come back."
Gu Xingchuan looked up at him, stretched out his hand and took out a few tissues to wipe his slender fingers, and said in a low tone, "I'll be back after filming the commercial, it's nothing fun."
"Also."
"What do you call it?"
Song Yi was puzzled, glanced at Song Jie, and said softly: "You can come back anytime you want, this is your private matter."
Gu Xingchuan lowered his head, pouted his lips, and snorted softly, "Isn't it best if I don't come back?"
Song Yi picked up a chopstick and handed shrimps to his bowl, said lightly: "If you don't want to come back, I can find you, let's eat."
The corner of Gu Xingchuan's mouth curled up, and he smiled embarrassedly in front of Song Jie, and nodded coolly, "Yes, you are quite virtuous."
Song Yi thought to herself that you cooked all the meals on this table, and that if you want to be virtuous, you are also virtuous. He then thought, if Gu Xingchuan was a beta or omega, he wouldn't like this temper, and he couldn't bear it, but being an Alpha is quite interesting. .
Someone set off festive fireworks outside, half of the sky was brilliant, Song Jie hurriedly covered the baby's ears, for fear of waking the baby up.
Gu Xingchuan took out his mobile phone from his pocket and skillfully sent a message, and issued a eviction order, "It's eleven o'clock, Song Jie is a girl's house, it's dangerous to take the child home alone, my assistant will take her back in a while."
Song Jie looked embarrassed, bowed her head and said, "Thank you."
Song Yi glared at Gu Xingchuan, Gu Xingchuan took it for granted, Song Yi helplessly put her arms around Song Jie's shoulders and told her not to take it to heart, and bring the baby to play at home more often.
After sending Song Jie away, Gu Xingchuan cleaned up the mess on the table, pulled up a stool, sat on the balcony and watched the moon side by side with Song Yi.
The community is extremely quiet in the middle of the night, without the noise of sirens and people. The dark blue night sky is like a piece of blue velvet, and the moon is a golden candy dotted on it.
Song Yi took off her glasses and gently rubbed her temples with both hands. This was the happiest Mid-Autumn Festival he had ever had. The family had a happy meal, it was such a simple peace of mind.
Gu Xingchuan turned his head and looked at him seriously. He didn't pay much attention to what people looked like in the past. He always had one nose and two eyes. It didn't matter whether he looked good or not.
But when he met Song Yi, his appreciation of people seemed to recover. When he met a better-looking omega, he couldn't help but compare with Song Yi. Song Yi was the prettiest, no matter how he looked, how pleasing to the eye. Every place seems to be grown according to his hobbies, impeccable.
Only the red mark on the bridge of Song Yi's nose from the glasses frame was not pleasing to the eye.
He stretched out his hand and lightly pressed the shallow red mark, Song Yi looked at him with half-closed eyes inquiringly, her eyelashes were clearly marked under the moonlight, her eyes were long and curved slightly, like a hook Yes, breathtaking.
Gu Xingchuan caught his breath and licked his lips, "You can wear invisibility in the future."
Song Yi was equipped with contact lenses, but she couldn't remember to wear them in most cases, so she nodded, "Okay."
He had a good night's sleep that night, and the next day, Fourth Master Shen's Wuliqing Tea House called and asked him to sign a contract to finalize the follow-up cooperation.
Song Yi was going to wear glasses, but remembering what Gu Xingchuan said, she put on a pair of contact lenses, packed it up, and went to Wuliqing Tea House in the afternoon.
It was the same middle-aged man and fourth master Shen from last time, but this time they had a pot of Biluochun, with light tea and light rice, full of Zen.
Fourth Master Shen was very cautious, just putting the thick pile of contracts on the table with astonishing momentum.
Song Yi took the contract and carefully read it page by page, looking focused.
Fourth Master Shen held the blue and white porcelain teacup, knocked on the lid of the cup lightly, and looked at Song Yi thoughtfully.
The middle-aged man lowered his head and whispered cautiously: "Isn't it more similar without glasses?"
Fourth Master Shen nodded slowly, and said softly: "This kid has a pair of Ruifeng eyes, just like Xiao Du and his short-lived father."
The middle-aged man smiled approvingly, "Fourth Master, you also have Ruifeng eyes. These eyes are rare, and the young master's eyes are inherited from you."
Fourth Master Shen gave the hand knocking on the lid of the cup, looked at the middle-aged man, and asked coldly: "Inherited?"
"Yeah, don't you know? These eyes look like my father's."
"It's the first time I heard about it." Fourth Master Shen put down his glass and looked at Song Yi. This is a replica, not only like himself, but most like his son who died early, with exactly the same eyebrows and eyes, and somewhat similar to Shen Du.
Not only do they look alike, but their temperament is exactly the same as that of the Shen family.
Some thoughts, as long as they pop up, are like a scourge that cannot be stopped.
Fourth Master Shen tapped his fingers on the table, took the copy of Song Yi's ID card calmly, and glanced at the date of birth, "Have you changed your birthday?"
"No." Song Yi devoted herself to the contract without raising her head.
Song Yi's birthday is only one week away from Shen Li's.
Fourth Master Shen knocked sideways, "Has your family been in the imperial capital?"
Song Yi raised her head, not knowing what Fourth Master Shen was doing with this question, but she still explained truthfully, "My family is not from the local area. It used to be in Suzhou City. Later, my parents came to work in the Imperial Capital, so I came with them."
Hearing the words Su Shi, Fourth Master Shen's face darkened, like a black cloud pressing down on the city, and he didn't say a word for a while.