Not a single sound was made, and time passed in such silence.
After a few minutes, Song Yiran released the brakes and the car continued to drive forward.
The same scenery passed by.
It wasn't until they returned to the city that they were surrounded by traffic, and the noise rushed into their ears. Lin Kesong took off his blindfold and opened his eyes.
"Huh? Are you here?"
"Yeah, here we are." Song Yiran smiled, "You remember to think about what I told you."
"Are you really not going to hire a professional chef?"
"The restaurant I want to open is not a big hotel, and some of my friends should also go to eat. I just want to give everyone a quiet place to enjoy time. It's like my own kitchen, you understand? You are free You can go as a guest chef, if you like, you can also be the chef there, if you don’t want to, you can just go to dinner.”
"Okay, I'll think about it!"
"Bye." Song Yiran raised his hand and drove the car away.
Lin Ke Song watched his car drive farther and farther, she remembered Song Yiran's last smile.
It's different from every laugh before.
Real and sad.
She suddenly remembered the time when he and her were lying on the cushion after playing a game, and he asked her if they would always be together.
She went to the lamp post of the street lamp. I still remember when he first came to New York, he was standing here waiting for her.
She had a crush on him for ten years. If this mood lasted ten years, she thought it would last longer.
"Do you regret it?"
The cool voice sounded, and Lin Kesong's heartstrings seemed to be lifted high. She turned around and saw Jiang Qianfan's calm and beautiful face.
"How...how are you here?"
Jiang Qianfan clasped his blind stick and leaned against the street lamp post, which was completely different from Song Yiran's attitude.
Introverted has a kind of strength that is good at forbearance.
"I'll wait here for you to come home."
"... Have you been here all the time?" Lin Kesong asked.
"If not here, where should I wait for you?"
The dull voice is like cold wine, with a slightly intoxicating breath.
"You haven't answered my question. Do you regret it?"
"Regret what?" Lin Kesong was completely confused.
"I regret being with me. If you regret it, it's still too late to promise Song Yiran."
Jiang Qianfan's expression was almost the same as every time she had seen it before. There was no fluctuation in his eyes, and all his emotions were well restrained.
But seeing him holding the blind stick, Lin Kesong suddenly realized.
He is not so sure all the time, there are always some things in this world that he can't grasp, like his own heart, like her at the moment.
Lin Kesong pulled the corners of his lips, leaned against him deliberately, looked into his eyes and asked, "Oh, what did you promise him?"
Jiang Qianfan was sharper than Lin Kesong had imagined.
It was not until today that she understood Song Yiran with hindsight.
It's just that there is always a time difference between her and him. When she looked at Song Yiran, he hid his thoughts. When she finally flew away, he started chasing again.
Lin Kesong thought he had a very small heart and could only accommodate one person at a time.
Jiang Qianfan had already managed to squeeze in, filling her up so she could only vaguely let Song Yiran give up.
She knew that as long as Song Yiran didn't say those words, they would always be friends who knew each other best.
Such relief is never easy. This was something Lin Kesong had never thought of.
And most importantly, thinking of the inexplicable confrontation between Jiang Qianfan and Song Yiran in the past, Lin Kesong finally made clear the reason.
"Promise his confession."
"Oh... Song Yiran is confessing. We have known each other for so many years and trust each other. I must seriously consider his confession. In fact, if I think about it carefully, he won't put any pressure on me, so I might as well agree!"
"So, I put pressure on you. Then I'll just put a little more pressure on you."
"What pressure?"
Jiang Qianfan grabbed the back of Lin Kesong's head, pressed her in front of him, and kissed her hard.
At first, he just kissed the corner of her lips, Lin Kesong was a little bit hurt by his hit, just as he grabbed his shoulders, Jiang Qianfan's tongue squeezed in along the gap between her lips. Everything was caught off guard, and the offense and defense were transposed. Lin Kesong's back was stuck on the lamppost, Jiang Qianfan turned his face to the side and completely kissed her.
The air was dry and cracked at that moment, and Lin Kesong's ears seemed to hear the screeching of a match, and everything burned uncontrollably.
His kiss pressed her tightly, with no room to move.
Her wrists were forcefully screwed to the sides of the lamp post, pressing against her, her phalanges hurting terribly.
For the first time, she understood what "playing with fire" meant.
Lin Kesong tried to look away from Jiang Qianfan, even if there was only a gap, to let her explain her feelings, but Jiang Qianfan didn't give her the slightest chance.
Until Lin Kesong's legs became weak, Jiang Qianfan finally left her lips.
"You can try it out."
His voice was cold, and her wrist was still tightly strangled by him.
"...He just planned to open a small restaurant and asked me to help in the back kitchen!" Lin Kesong took this opportunity to speak quickly.
She thought that Jiang Qianfan would let her go, but this cold-faced man had seen through her long ago. He leaned on her cheek, gently pressed against her skin, and covered her ear with the warmest gesture. : "Actually you know what he's really going to say. You just didn't let him say it."
"So you know..."
"Of course I know. You can't bear him in your heart. You can almost hear the answer after waiting for ten years."
Lin Kesong's eyes were sore, she wanted to cry all the time, but she knew that she couldn't cry for Song Yi in Jiang Qianfan's arms.
"If the tears want to flow, let them flow. You can miss the time you liked him, you can miss his back, and you can remember what you expect from him. Because it is unrealistic to make a clean break with the past. If you If you know what he really wants to say to you, and you still remain indifferent, this is not you. As long as you understand a little, your 'from now on' is in my hands. "
This is Jiang Qianfan, and he always uses the simplest method to make her not turn back.
He never thought of turning her into another person or even changing her past, he always embraced her as she was.
Jiang Qianfan's kiss fell on her brow, with doting strength.
At this time, something was knocked off the windowsill and fell to the ground.
Lin Kesong raised his head and saw Lin Xiaoxue standing in front of the window.
"Little Snow..."
"What's wrong?" Jiang Qianfan turned his face away, "Is Xiaoxue your cousin?"
"Ah... yes..." Lin Kesong was a little worried that Lin Xiaoxue would talk nonsense in front of his uncle.
"Come on, I haven't been to where you live."
Jiang Qianfan calmly opened his blind stick, held Lin Kesong's hand, and walked towards the small stairs leading to his uncle's house.
Lin Xiaoxue kept staring at Jiang Qianfan. She didn't understand what kind of luck her cousin had!
A handsome man like Song Yiran, every time he came to look for Lin Kesong, he completely regarded her Lin Xiaoxue as air.
And now this man has an unforgettable temperament. When he looked up, the world seemed to stand still in his eyes.
Lin Xiaoxue suddenly thought of something, and took out a large stack of "Gourmet" magazines from under her bed.
These magazines were bought by her father, Lin Feng. There was no place to put them, so they were piled up here, and a layer of ashes had already grown. She has never been interested in these magazines, and only occasionally flips through the introductions of those high-end restaurants. But she remembered that she had seen a photo of a Chinese chef. She once felt unbelievable. In her impression, the chef was either as fat as those European and American people on TV, or sweated like his father in the back kitchen. But this Chinese chef has an aristocratic temperament.
Lin Xiaoxue used to frantically search for news about this chef. Apart from the fact that he is the heir of a Chinese catering company, it is the news that his restaurant has received various Michelin star reviews and praises, but there are no more photos. His low-key made her lost.
His name is "Jiang Qianfan".
If this name is mentioned to her father, Lin Feng, he can talk for three days and three nights.
The sound of footsteps in the corridor came, Lin Xiaoxue opened the door slightly, and saw Lin Kesong bringing Jiang Qianfan into her room from the crack of the door.
"Slow down, it's small and crowded, you have to be careful."
Lin Kesong dragged him into the house, and to be honest, he was really embarrassed to show Jiang Qianfan his boudoir.
Luckily he couldn't see it.
There was still a coat that had not been put away on the chair of the desk, so Lin Ke Song could only ask him to sit on his bed.
But the quilt on the bed was not folded, and the mess made her feel ashamed.
He doesn't know, he doesn't know, he won't know...
Lin Ke Song really regretted bringing him into his room.
Accidentally, Jiang Qianfan's calf bumped into Lin Kesong's suitcase leaning on the bedside.
"Oops! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"
"It's ok."
Jiang Qianfan just sat down, put one hand on her quilt, and raised her head, "You are still in the old habit of not making the bed."
"… "
Just as Lin Kesong was thinking about how to answer, Jiang Qianfan slowly fell down and leaned on her pillow, "It's all about you here."
"It's not the smell... I have a shower every day... "
"I want to get some sleep. You promised to make hay-smoked eggs."
"Okay! Go to sleep! I'll call you when I'm done!"
"Um."
Lin Kesong lifted a corner of the quilt and placed it over Jiang Qianfan.
There are eggs in the kitchen, but no hay and berries! She has to go out and buy it.
When she came to the door, looking at Jiang Qianfan's sleeping face, she knew that he had the habit of taking naps.
Has he been waiting for her since she told him that she and Song Yiran were going to lunch
Lin Kesong smiled and closed the door gently.
She had an illusion that that small room was the box where she kept Jiang Qianfan. No matter how indifferent and persistent he is in the outside world, he is her exclusive collection as long as she closes her eyes and falls asleep.
Lin Kesong came to the stairs and saw Lin Xiaoxue who opened the door.
"Hey, who is he from you?" Lin Xiaoxue asked bluntly.
"Friend." Lin Kesong replied.
"Friend? Is he your friend?" Lin Xiaoxue smiled contemptuously, "Can every one of your friends sleep in your bed?"
"Well, he's my boyfriend."
Lin Kesong didn't know how to explain Jiang Qianfan's identity to Lin Xiaoxue, but since Jiang Qianfan came up, she probably wanted to get to know her family. Lin Kesong didn't care what Lin Xiaoxue thought, but she didn't know if her uncle and Jiang Qianfan could get along.
"Just continue to be proud!" Lin Xiaoxue went back to the house and closed the door.
Lin Kesong shook his head helplessly and walked to the nearest supermarket.
When Lin Kesong came back with the ingredients, she found that her door was open.
Could it be that Lin Xiaoxue disturbed Jiang Qianfan to rest
She hurriedly walked into the door in three or two steps, only to find that her uncle was holding a notebook and taking notes as seriously as a primary school student.
Jiang Qianfan was leaning on the head of the bed leisurely, with his hands on Lin Kesong's quilt.
From sweet and sour pork ribs to steamed pork to stir-fried waist flowers, uncle's problems emerged one after another, as if he was worried that Jiang Qianfan would never be seen again after the day passed.
Jiang Qianfan unexpectedly and patiently answered all of his uncle's questions, even the smallest ones.
In order to match the speed of his uncle taking notes, he also deliberately slowed down his speech.
"Thank you so much! Mr. Jiang! I have one more question to ask..."
"Don't worry, Uncle Lin, I'll have dinner here. Croissant is back."
Jiang Qianfan's hearing is still so keen, maybe he already knew when she walked downstairs.
"Crescent! You're back! Mr. Jiang came to our house, why didn't you tell me! I'm so ready! Do you know that uncle, I dream of meeting Mr. Jiang! He became your mentor, you To be able to keep your mouth shut, you are really good! If I hadn't come upstairs to get something, Xiaoxue said that there are guests in your room, I'll take a look, how long will you hide this secret!"
"Haha... Now, Uncle, don't you know?" Lin Kesong looked at Jiang Qianfan with a smile. It seemed that he also had a way of getting along with her family, so she didn't need to worry at all.
"Didn't you say you won't be snacking in bed in the future? I smell soda crackers on my pillow."
Jiang Qianfan spoke calmly.