Song Ci froze for a moment.
All to him
What do you eat
Song Ci still pushed all the food in front of Han Zhan. Seeing that Han Zhan really picked up the chopsticks and started to eat, and didn't look like he wanted to share some with her, Song Ci was really aggrieved, sad, and thinking cry.
I don't know why I feel so wronged.
She sat on her stool, lowered her head and said, "Actually, I haven't eaten, can you give me some?"
After hearing this, Han Zhan reacted very coldly, "No, I can't even eat enough."
Song Ci raised her head, her eyes were red. "Han Zhan, you said that I was your baby in bed before, which made me cry. What's wrong with asking you to share a piece of purple potato with me now? You are still not human!"
Seeing Han Zhan reaching out to the remaining half of purple sweet potato, Song Ci really cried.
She felt bullied. No father and no mother, sister unconscious, adoptive father and sister always want her heart, find a man and even grab food from her! Song Ci felt that her life experience was really miserable, even worse than the heroines in TV dramas.
Han Zhan finally threw the half purple potato to Song Ci. Song Ci got angry, wiped away her tears, and growled at Han Zhan, "No!"
Han Zhan knew she was angry, so not only did he not coax her, but his expression darkened.
Seeing this, Song Ci laughed angrily. "You ate all the food, and you can't be blamed? You still put on face!" At this moment, Song Ci only wanted to divorce.
Han Zhan opened his mouth suddenly, and said in a deep voice: "When I left, there were only enough ingredients in the refrigerator for you to feed for four days. In these seven days, you only ate ingredients for three days. Song Ci, this is how you take care of yourself ?”
Song Ci was taken aback.
She didn't expect Han Zhan to be angry about this.
In the past few days, Song Ci often shuts herself in her room to compose music. She tends to forget the time when she is serious about work. Only when she is very hungry, she will cook something casually to deal with it. So there was only enough food for three days, and she ate it for seven days.
Before going to bed yesterday, she was thinking about going to the supermarket to do some shopping this morning, but she got up late this morning, so she went directly to the airport to pick up Han Zhan. It rained heavily on the way back, so I forgot to buy this one.
Realizing that Han Zhan was angry at him for not taking good care of his body, Song Ci was wronged, and kept his head silent. The look of doing something wrong was pitiful.
Han Zhan looked at Song Ci bowing his head and admitting his mistake, and his heart was as hard as iron. He said: "When I opened the refrigerator to cook, I saw that the refrigerator was empty. I guessed that you must not have eaten well these days. I was really angry at that time."
"Song Ci, you are 22 years old, not two years old. You are already an adult, not a baby, so you can't" He wanted to say that it would not be useless, but he felt that this was too heavy a word, and he couldn't bear to say it.
Song Ci wiped her eyes, snatched the half of the purple sweet potato and gnawed it. While gnawing, she said, "I've been composing music for the past few days, and I forgot to go to the supermarket to buy it. But I promise, I will never make such a mistake again in the future."
"What I want is your guarantee?" Han Zhan was a little helpless. He stared at Song Ci's obviously thinner body, and sighed, "What I want is a healthy Song Ci."
"If you are full and hungry, your body will get sick." Han Zhan took a deep look at Song Ci and said, "Song Ci, you are not alone anymore, you are my wife, and you will be a child in the future mother. If you can’t even take care of your own life, how will you take care of our children in the future?”
Did Han Zhan's tone become domineering and strong, "If you really want to live with me for the rest of your life, please take care of yourself. Only when you are in good health can you talk about growing old together."
Song Ci was silent for a while, and was very moved.
Just then, the doorbell rang.
Song Ci rubbed her eyes and was about to open the door, but Han Zhan said, "You're wearing a nightgown, I'll go." Song Ci looked down at her nightgown, it was really short and not suitable for being seen.
After a while, Han Zhan came in with takeaway. Seeing the takeaway, Song Ci's expression was particularly complicated. "Brother Han, you ordered takeaway."
Han Zhan put the takeaway in front of her, and asked her, "Otherwise you will be hungry? If you lose your wife, who will pay for it?"
Song Ci burst into laughter again. "Brother Han, you are so kind." I am old, but I am handsome and kind.
Song Ci was really hungry, so she opened the takeaway and started eating.
Han Zhan looked at her eating, and said, "Let's find a reliable cook." Glancing at Song Ci's thin arms, Han Zhan said with disgust, "You are too thin, I don't even Dare to squeeze hard."
Song Ci couldn't laugh or cry.
"Don't pinch it." She thought for a while, and said, "Don't look for it yet, I actually don't like having strangers at home. When I really get pregnant and have a baby, let's find someone who knows everything about it to take care of me."
Han Zhan thought about it carefully and agreed.
Song Ci's endless food was given to Han Zhan again. After eating, knowing that Han Zhan had no work to do, Song Ci took out the two songs she wrote these days and showed them to Han Zhan.
She told about her inspiration when she wrote the score, and wanted Han Zhan to praise her as a genius, but Han Zhan lacked interest in listening. It's not because Song Ci's works are poor, it's mainly because of Han Zhan, who doesn't know anything about rhythm. Han Zhan couldn't understand the two music scores in Song Ci's hand, so naturally he couldn't be interested.
While talking, I found that Han Zhan's eyes were fixed on a certain area, which was obviously erratic. Song Ci knew that Han Zhan was distracted, so she tentatively asked, "Brother Han, do you not understand the music score?"
Han Zhan was rarely embarrassed. He nodded honestly, "I haven't learned it." Not only has Han Zhan never learned music, he doesn't even know how to sing many songs, but he did learn a few when he was a soldier. Such as "March of the Volunteers", "Green Flowers in the Army", "My Old Squad Leader"
In pop music, the only song Han Zhan can sing completely is Li Yuchun's "Same as You".
Hearing what Han Zhan said, Song Ci felt that it was quite rare. However, when I thought about it, Mr. Han was an iron-blooded man all his life, and Han Zhan, who was brought up by him, didn't know the rhythm, so it was understandable.
Song Ci asked Han Zhan curiously: "Then what did you learn outside of class when you were young?"
Han Zhan said: "Calligraphy, Go, shooting."
Song Ci gave Han Zhan a thumbs up, "As expected of a man who has played with guns since he was a child, Brother Han is amazing."
Han Zhan was amused by her exaggerated praise.
Song Ci said again: "Then shall I hum for you?"
"good."
Sitting by the floor-to-ceiling windows, Song Ci closed her eyes and hummed her own tune softly. Behind her are high-rise buildings and thousands of lights. Han Zhan stared at Song Ci, taking a panoramic view of her appearance and the lights shining behind her.
Because of her, there is finally a light in this city, reserved for him.
(end of this chapter)