After ordering the wedding dress, Rong Chun and Jiang Zhiyu ate together again. After explaining what happened at work tomorrow, she took Jiang Zhiyu's car home.
When she got home, Lin Jiashu was already waiting for her in the living room, still in a working state.
Rong Chun was a little tired after walking around for a long time, kicked off her high heels and lay on the sofa.
Lin Jiashu saw that the back of her ankle was worn red, and pressed her fingertips on it: "Can you not wear high heels?"
"It looks good..." Lin Jiashu's finger strength was just right, Rong Chun sighed, the other calf raised, he switched to the other side and continued to press.
After waiting for a few minutes, she suddenly remembered that they were like falling in love.
But in fact, since the last time they came back from Lisa's birthday party, neither of them has continued to talk about their relationship with each other, tacitly acquiescing to each other's existence.
— This is not normal, absolutely not normal.
Rong Chun didn't even want his friends to know about their relationship.
It was because the previous days were too comfortable, and I had forgotten the tense atmosphere of the past.
She suddenly pulled her calf away from his palm.
Lin Jiashu was soothing her sore muscles while replying to the message, noticing her movement, seeing her palm in defeat, and turning off the phone: "What's the matter?"
Rong Chun curled up his legs, resting his chin on his knees, and said seriously, "Lin Jiashu, I'm not in a relationship with you."
He was sluggish for a moment, and quickly answered her: "I know. You've told me many times."
"I'm not afraid that you will forget, but I will remind you again."
He twitched the corners of his mouth, like a smile, but failed: "I won't forget such an important thing."
Seeing him like this, Rong Chun's heart became a mess: "I mean... yes, I want to take care of you."
Lin Jiashu raised his eyebrows slightly: "What do you mean?"
"That is to say..." Rong Chun scoured all kinds of excuses in his mind, "We are not an official couple, but I do need a man right now. Until I find someone more like you, you have to be by my side. Neither do I. I ask you unconditionally, and I can give you money."
She added: "Didn't you say you're short of money recently? But if you don't want to..."
Lin Jiashu finally understood what she meant this time, and the corner of his mouth finally smiled, a little helpless: "Yes. I do."
This time, it was Rong Chun's turn to be speechless.
Lin Jiashu thought for a while: "How much?"
Rong Chun: "You set a price. As long as it's not too expensive. You know, my family is bankrupt and I don't have much money for you."
He paused for a few seconds: "Five thousand per month?"
"Why do you speak so loudly?" Rong Chun thought he was just mean, "Three thousand."
Lin Jiashu didn't continue to bargain: "Okay."
Rong Chun: "How much money do you have now?"
Lin Jiashu: "More than five thousand."
"You mean... more than fifty million?"
Rong Chun felt that he had given more than three thousand.
"No, it's 5,000 yuan." Lin Jiashu, "I've returned all my money to you. Of course, those are just cash flow, nothing else is counted."
Rong Chun guessed that he was not really poor: "Three thousand, no more."
He nodded: "At least a few hundred more than the minimum wage in Yunling City. Not bad."
Seeing that he was so good at talking, Rong Chun relaxed and asked him to bring the chestnut cake on the coffee table.
Lin Jiashu did as she did, and brought her a bottle of yogurt by the way: "Can I advance this month's salary now? The property fee in your community is more than 8,000 per month, and the deadline is approaching."
Rong Chun looked at him speechlessly, and handed him 10,000 yuan: "I'll give you the rest as a tip."
Lin Jiashu's mobile phone quickly received her transfer and pressed the payment button. He tilted his head and smiled at her: "Thank you."
Rong Chun couldn't help but feel a little guilty, but immediately felt that this was what he should have done.
Lin Jiashu took the phone: "Then do I have to fulfill my obligations now?"
Rong Chun raised his eyebrows: "?"
He came closer and raised her chin with his fingers: "Like this."
Then, there was a print on the lips.
Rong Chun blinked, "You just touched my foot, and then touched my face again."
"… "
Now that he has a name, Rong Chun feels more at ease living here.
She asked Lin Jiashu to move some of her things downstairs and fill the sofa in his house with plush dolls. Openly occupy his space.
This time, his family has a more Rongchun style. Among the black, white, gray and blue, pink is added, which looks harmonious, compared to the previous "home" atmosphere.
Lin Jiashu asked Rongchun's piano upstairs to be moved down so that she could practice every day.
It was at this time that Rong Chun received a video call from Rong Shaohui.
Afraid of being seen by her father, she ran to the terrace as the background, and behind her was the night scene of Yunling City, which was similar to the one upstairs.
"Brother Hui, are you going home during the Mid-Autumn Festival?"
In the past, the Rong Chun family regarded traditional festivals as a ritual of life every time, but after the death of Rong Chun's mother, Rong Shaohui had no interest in these festivals.
However, the meaning of the Mid-Autumn Festival is somewhat different. He still decided not to spend the festival abroad: "Go back to China to see you. How is your work recently?"
Rong Chun smiled and made himself look relaxed: "It's going well, the album will be released soon."
Rong Shaohui also pays attention to her online commentary every day: "The blind date I told you last time, when you are free, you can make an appointment."
Being mixed up by Lin Jiashu again and again, Rong Chun had long forgotten about it, "Ah... this, I'll talk about it when I have time."
She rubbed her neck: "I'm so tired recently."
Rong Shaohui: "The wind seems to be a bit strong over there. Why are you staying on the terrace? Go inside and don't catch a cold."
Rong Chun held down the hair that was ruffled by the wind. Seeing that Lin Jiashu was about to come in, he hurriedly hung up the video call with Rong Shaohui.
Lin Jiashu wrapped the blanket around her and exited the terrace.
Rong Chun looked at his tall and straight back, not sure if he was doing the right thing.
***
After all the songs in the album were recorded, Rong Chun would hurry up and practice the songs to be sung at the Mid-Autumn Festival Gala during the filming of the MV.
This time she needs to sing two songs in a row, one is "Raising" and the other is "Vil", two completely different styles.
Although it is not the finale, it also appeared very late.
Several singers who participated in "The First Creator" all accepted the invitation of the TV station.
During the rehearsal, Rong Chun met Qiao Qinqin, whom he had not seen for a long time. Although they didn't meet offline, they chatted about music on WeChat every few days.
Although Qiao Qinqin's creative level is average, she occasionally writes a song at a high level, commonly known as Yifawu, and she will never be seen again after the peak.
But to be honest, her singing ability is a bit of a godsend, and her voice is highly recognizable. Otherwise, he cannot be selected for the program "First Creator".
As soon as Rong Chun saw her, Qiao Qinqin took her arm familiarly and said nervously, "Speak!"
Rong Chun: "...What did you say?"
Qiao Qinqin compared her own eyes and pointed at Rongchun's face: "Are you in love?"
Rong Chun patted her hand away: "What nonsense!"
She denied it, but she immediately thought of Lin Jiashu.
Going out today, he also told her to come on, he will go to see it on the day of the official performance.
And then the usual light kiss.
It's nothing special, just ordinary daily life, how can this be seen by Qiao Qinqin
She must be talking nonsense.
Qiao Qinqin: "Is it President Lin? I've made up a lot of gossip in the past few days. Besides, you fainted on the stage that day, Lin Jiashu's face, tsk tsk, you didn't look at it, it was like the sky was falling."
Rong Chun rolled his eyes: "I'm too lazy to talk to you."
"It's okay to eat grass, you just made a mistake that all women may make. Like Lin Jiashu, you don't lose."
Rong Chun thought to herself that she was not at a loss. The 3,000 yuan paid for the founder of CR Group to be her housekeeper, driver, cook, errand operator, courier operator, and... a bed warmer.
But she didn't want to talk about him with anyone, she wanted to change the subject bluntly, but suddenly she saw Yang Yuwei was there.
She has a flat belly, wears high-heeled shoes, and walks around like a fly.
Rong Chun suddenly became suspicious - isn't she pregnant? Still so dedicated.
Qiao Qinqin noticed her gaze, her head was close, her palm covered her mouth and she whispered, "I heard from a friend of mine that Yang Yuwei is pregnant with the child of the director's son."
Rong Chun already knew this, and she said plainly, "She's working hard."
"The turning point is coming - it is said that she didn't keep it, so she decided to fight for her career. I think, she can't marry in this wealthy family." Qiao Qinqin sighed, "Actually, what's so good about Li Yuan? Isn't it just rich, and a little handsome There are a lot of underground lovers. It's really a bastard who sees mung bean and meets his eyes."
Rong Chun nodded clearly.
At this time, Yang Yuwei suddenly looked towards Rong Chun, but immediately passed her, as if seeing an illusion.
Rong Chun also pretended not to see it, and bit his ear with Qiao Qinqin: "Why didn't Yuan Shuangshuang come?"
Yuan Shuangshuang has stopped a lot recently and rarely sees her. When Rong Chun used the trumpet to rape her Weibo, he didn't find any clues. They were all selfies of Jiugongge or advertisements.
I just heard Jiang Zhiyu say that Xinyuan has been a bit chaotic recently, and she has less come out to be a demon.
Qiao Qinqin: "Yuan Shuangshuang doesn't like Yuntai. She seems to go to CCTV to sing. In fact, I think she didn't dare to run into you again because she was in a car accident last time. It must be true."
Rong Chun snorted, expressing disdain.
The rehearsal is very simple, walk through the seats and leave the rest to the staff.
**
On the Mid-Autumn Festival, the festive atmosphere has been brought out by various moon cakes. This is the first time that Rong Chun has not celebrated the Mid-Autumn Festival at home.
Lin Jiashu spared the whole day and volunteered to be her driver in person.
As soon as Rong Chun thought that he might be seen by Fang Yuan or Jiang Zhiyu, he didn't take his car.
Moreover, it was the first time that Rong Chun participated in such a large-scale program, and both Rong Shaohui and Rong Yan would watch it off the stage.
Lin Jiashu didn't say anything. The two got into their own cars and arrived at the recording site one after another.
The TV station invested in the Mid-Autumn Festival Gala and set the live broadcast stage in the seaside park in Yunling City.
All of them were shot on location. In order to prepare for the party, the TV station set up the stage many months in advance.
After just a few rehearsals, many drafts were sent out, and the expectations were full.
In order to prepare for this performance, Rong Chun's work and rest have been irregular recently.
She waited early in the dressing room, surrounded by Fang Yuan, and another uninvited guest—
Rong Yan said that he would not come, but he also entered the backstage by means of an unknown relationship.
He took a look at Rongchun, then sat down and played with his mobile phone. He simply went to another place to surf the Internet. When others saw that his aura was out of place, they stared at him more or less.
Rong Chun said to an acquaintance for the nineteenth time, "This is not my boyfriend, but my brother." After that, his patience finally reached the limit.
"Rong Yan, go to the auditorium to play games. It's too annoying here."
Rong Yan didn't lift his eyes: "It's a big holiday, I know you miss me in your heart, I'll accompany you, no thanks."
Rong Chun was too lazy to talk to him, and practiced the guitar for the last time, which was prepared for "Raising".
As early as a few days ago, she had cut her fingernails short, and her fingertips gradually became a thin layer of hard calluses.
Rong Chun is still a rookie, her wrists are not that big, and she shares a dressing room with several artists. In order not to disturb others, she changed a few chords in her left hand and did not pluck her right hand.
After practicing a song, she was a little hungry. As soon as she took out her phone, she saw a message from Lin Jiashu.
Lin Jiashu: [Come out. I am by the door.]
Rong Chun was shocked, looked at other artists, and looked at Rong Yan.
Rong Yan raised his eyelids: "What's the matter, sneaky."
Rong Chun threw the guitar to him: "Watch it for me, I'm going to the bathroom."
Rong Yan began to teach her again: "Look at you, you are so brave. You are so nervous."
Rong Chun rolled his eyes at him and walked out holding the skirt.
As soon as he opened the door, he saw Lin Jiashu leaning against the wall. Rong Chun quickly pulled him into a crooked corner: "What are you doing here? Didn't I tell you that my brother and my father will come."
"Afraid they will bully me?"
"… "
Rong Chun turned around and was about to leave, "I'm leaving."
Lin Jiashu stretched out a hand to her and spread it out: "You forgot to bring this."
—He had a candy in the palm of his hand.