Been seen.
It was almost a subconscious action, and the brain didn't have time to think, so after Song Ci threw the phone down and covered it, he didn't know what to do next.
She leaned over and almost lay on the table, her soft waist sinking slightly due to the force. The loose clothes now fit her slender waist tightly, revealing the waist that was originally hidden under the clothes.
Very thin.
It seems like it can be grasped with both hands.
Jiang Xingzhou turned his eyes away and looked at the top of Song Ci's head.
Song Ci is still lying there thinking about how to deal with the situation. It would be better to just pretend to be dead.
Jiang Xingzhou understood that she was embarrassed, as he had clearly seen Song Ci's face that suddenly approached in the video just now.
The video seems to have been beautified, making Song Ci's face look a little unreal and a little whiter.
Jiang Xingzhou originally planned to wait until Song Ci came up with a plan before speaking, but he saw Song Ci's watermelon spinning twice on the spot and about to fall off the table.
Jiang Xingzhou immediately reached out to hold Xigua, and in this way, his entire arm was across Song Ci's waist.
At this moment, Song Ci straightened up.
Not straightened up.
Blocked by Jiang Xingzhou's arm.
As the temperature rose, Song Ci's face turned as red as a cooked shrimp, and the corners of her eyes and eyebrows were tinged pink.
She didn't dare speak.
Now it was Jiang Xingzhou's turn to feel embarrassed.
The heat from his back reached his arms through a thin layer of summer clothes. It was very hot, which showed how embarrassed Song Ci was.
He pulled his hand back in a panic and apologized in a low voice: "Sorry, your watermelon was about to fall just now, so I helped it up, but I didn't expect you to get up at that time."
Song Ci shook her head, her ears reddened: "It's okay."
In such situations, it always seems that girls suffer, so even though Song Ci said it was okay, Jiang Xingzhou still felt a little embarrassed.
He felt that if they stayed any longer, both of them would get angry, so it would be better to end this awkward situation as soon as possible.
So he spoke first: "Um... I suddenly remembered that I haven't uploaded my video today, so... How about you take it back and learn how to edit it by watching other people's videos? It would be nice if we can watch the results directly when the time comes."
“…Okay, okay.” Song Ci lowered her head, not daring to look at him.
"Okay then," Jiang Xingzhou breathed a sigh of relief, "I'll go back to my room first, you should go to bed early too."
"Um."
Jiang Xingzhou stood up, picked up the unfinished watermelon, and said to Song Ci with a smile: "Thank you for the watermelon."
Song Ci opened her mouth slightly, hearing the smile in his voice, raised her head and looked over blankly, then smiled shyly: "You're welcome."
She thought that this person was so gentle. He knew her feelings and actually took the initiative to find reasons to leave and give her some time alone.
Too gentle.
As the door of the room closed, Song Ci was the only one left in the huge living room, and it was quite quiet.
It was just one more person. The two of them were eating watermelon quietly, but they didn't feel lonely at all.
Looking at the juice marks left on the coffee table when the two people were eating watermelon, Song Ci sighed and scooped another spoonful of watermelon into his mouth.
Listening to the sound of himself chewing the watermelon, and remembering Jiang Xingzhou holding a few pieces of watermelon just now, Song Ci felt a little better. He found a tissue and wiped the stains on the coffee table bit by bit.
**
Jiang Xingzhou returned to the room, put down the watermelon casually, threw himself on the bed casually, and sighed deeply.
After a while, he raised his right hand and held it in front of his eyes.
Of course, don’t look at the hands, but the arms.
It was this arm that came into close contact with Song Dynasty porcelain.
The burning touch seems to still linger on my arm.
It was a hot summer day and both of them were wearing short sleeves, so the only thing separating their skin was the thin layer of fabric of Song Ci's short sleeves.
It is no exaggeration to say that it is a close contact.
This was the first time that Jiang Xingzhou, a solo singer, had such close contact with a girl of the same age while he was awake.
In the past, when he was squeezing in the subway, he would often encounter a lot of people, and squeeze around. Occasionally, a girl would squeeze him. Sometimes they would separate in a split second, and sometimes they would bump into him hard. But at that time, he only wanted to get to the station quickly and escape from the suffering, and he had no time to think about anything else. Therefore, this was the first time that he had such contact with her in a focused state.
And half of it was his credit.
The mood is indescribably subtle.
All in all, it feels pretty good.
—
Go to bed early and get up early.
The next day, Jiang Xingzhou woke up at eight o'clock, which was rare. When he yawned and came out of the room, Song Ci just pushed open the door and came back.
He was stunned for a moment, actually getting up so early.
When he got up these days, Song Ci had already packed up everything, which made him doubt his own understanding.
Could it be that he previously thought that Song Ci had the same schedule as him because he didn't wake up until after ten o'clock, and he had no idea whether Song Ci had walked around the room before he woke up
For example, now, he didn't hear any sound of Song Ci getting up.
But Song Ci did get up and even went out.
The more you dwell on this issue, the more humiliating you will be.
After Song Ci closed the door, she turned around and saw Jiang Xingzhou. She was startled, then she pursed her lips slightly and smiled and greeted him, "Good morning."
"Ah," Jiang Xingzhou was still confused, but he could already answer automatically, "Good morning."
Then he asked, "Why are you up so early?"
Song Ci looked somewhat happy. She walked and replied, "Yes, because I have to shoot a video during the day, so I adjusted my schedule."
She now goes to bed early and gets up early, and her daily routine has finally returned to that of the living world.
"Would you like breakfast?"
Jiang Xingzhou then noticed that Song Ci was holding two transparent plastic bags, which seemed to contain soy milk and buns.
It seems there are not many.
He looked at Song Ci's height again. There was a twenty centimeter difference in height between them. In his eyes, Song Ci was like a little child. Jiang Xingzhou was amused by himself.
Don’t snatch the children’s breakfast. Eat more to grow taller.
He shook his head: "No, you can eat it yourself, I'll go wash up."
"Okay, after you finish washing up, I want to ask you a question, okay?"
"Can."
The two of them seemed to get along more and more naturally. Even Song Ci spoke more easily and was no longer as cautious as he was at the beginning.
It seems more like a simple chat with friends.
Good.
When Jiang Xingzhou finished washing up, Song Ci was sitting obediently on the sofa, eating buns and soy milk. As she chewed, her cheeks puffed up like a little hamster.
Cute and has no brain.
There was half a bun left, and Song Ci stuffed it all into her mouth in one gulp. Her small mouth opened so wide that it seemed as if she could swallow more.
But she was soon slapped in the face and seemed to be choked.
Jiang Xingzhou burst out laughing.
Song Ci hurriedly went to find a straw for soy milk. The plastic straw squeezed into her lips, and then the whitish liquid was transferred from the cup into her mouth through the straw.
Because there was still half a bun in her mouth, white liquid leaked out from between her lips onto her lips after she sucked a few times.
The collision of red and white makes the colors more vivid.
Jiang Xingzhou's eyes shrank.
You have to pay for this picture.
Song Ci herself also noticed that some soy milk was leaking out from between her lips, so she loosened her lips' loose ends, tilted her head back slightly, and then stretched out her pink little tongue and gently rolled the soy milk away.
Jiang Xingzhou's tense body suddenly relaxed. Fortunately, the following content was free to download.
After drinking a sip of soy milk, Song Ci continued to chew the bun like a hamster.
Jiang Xingzhou then continued his actions, wiping his face with the towel and then putting it back on his wet hair.
The hair had been almost dried, Jiang Xingzhou stopped worrying and put the towel down.
He didn't use a hair dryer because he wasn't used to it. His hair was quite short so he could just stroke it a few times and it would be dry. Why bother
Seeing that Song Ci was enjoying his meal, he went back to the room and waited for a while. He only went out when he thought Song Ci had finished eating.
Sure enough, Song Ci had finished eating and cleaned the table, where her computer was placed. When she heard the noise, she immediately looked over with shining eyes.
Jiang Xingzhou came over and asked, "What do you want to ask?"
“It’s this…” Song Ci showed him the computer.
On the computer screen is the Jianying interface of Tik Tok.
Jiang Xingzhou was quite familiar with it. He also used it to edit videos at the beginning, and later switched to professional editing software.
He simply tried the operation and understood it, explaining it as he demonstrated.
Jiang Xingzhou solved a small problem during the editing process in just a few steps.
After thanking him, Song Ci said, "I've finished editing. Do you want to see the result from yesterday? I don't think it's very good."
"Hmm?" Jiang Xingzhou was aroused by the last sentence, "Let me take a look."
"Okay." Song Ci started playing the video from the beginning.
Song Porcelain was edited according to the editing of this video, but there is no singing music yet.
Because the watermelon was cut badly yesterday and the filming ended early, the entire video was only a few seconds long.
After reading it, Jiang Xingzhou fell into deep thought.
wrong.
This perspective is wrong.
Because of the placement of Song Ci's phone, Song Ci only took a picture of the watermelon's butt, and the rest was blocked.
And there is no close-up of the moment the watermelon is cut.
Just in these few seconds of video, the problems with the shooting of Song Dynasty porcelain are completely exposed.
He didn't say it directly, but took out his phone and clicked on the Douyin search function, and asked Song Ci: "By the way, which blogger's video did you copy yesterday?"
Song Ci didn't understand, but still answered honestly: "It's the video of Anini that night."
Jiang Xingzhou nodded and entered the search.
Soon a blogger with more than six million followers popped up.
In his watch list.
After seeing this, Jiang Xingzhou instantly understood which video Song Porcelain was replicating.
When you click on Wan Anini’s homepage, you can directly see a video with a watermelon cold drink on the cover without even having to scroll down.
He had seen this video and he liked it.
He clicked on it and played the video.
This time he planned to watch the video again with Song Ci and study the camera movements in the video: "Let's watch it again."