He said, "This song is for my family's New Year's doll."
Zhao Xiyin was stunned for a moment, not understanding the joke.
Meng Weixi's singing wasn't particularly beautiful, but the syllables of this song were all within his comfort zone, so it didn't matter. To Zhao Xiyin's ears, only sweet affection remained.
The world is full of noise and chaos, what is real?
I stumbled and laughed as I bought you a glass of juice.
Even if you live a mediocre and hurried life -
I will protect you with all my heart every second, every year, every day.
Whenever she sang the word "protect", Meng Weixi would smile at her.
After returning home that night, Zhao Xiyin remembered to check her WeChat Moments. She saw Meng Weixi's post from two hours earlier: a photo of her making a peace sign with a lucky charm, captioned with two words—
mine.
Meng Weixi was someone who rarely posted on WeChat Moments, and her posts were minimal. One day, when Zhao Xiyin checked again, she noticed that Zhou Qishen had been added to the list of people who liked her posts.
These past events flowed like water, and now, they have flowed through Zhao Xiyin's heart and come to an end.
She turned to Meng Weixi and asked, "Is it okay to eat noodles?"
They were standing in a shopping mall. In that instant, the lights on the entire wall of the mall turned red. Meng Weixi had her back to them, and her eyes were red.
He suddenly said, "I'm not eating anymore." Realizing his lapse in composure, he turned and went into a shop selling desserts. He bought six or seven portions to go, and without a word, handed them all to Zhao Xiyin. Then, without uttering a word, he walked away dejectedly.
Zhao Xiyin stood still, watching his back recede into the distance, without taking a single step.
It was still early when I got home, and as soon as I opened the door, I heard Li Ran praising me: "Uncle Zhao, you're even better than my own father! What kind of tea is this? It smells so good!"
Zhao Xiyin stepped into the entryway and was impressed: "You're just bragging."
But as soon as she entered the living room, she froze.
Li Ran wasn't the only one at home; Zhou Qishen was also sitting on the sofa.
Li Ran darted over with a grin, raising an eyebrow at her, "Surprised? Excited?"
Zhao Wenchun came out of the kitchen and explained quite naturally, "Qishen even brought a thermos. I told him it wasn't necessary, but he insisted on making a special trip."
What's the point of all this talk about keeping things warm? Their real intentions are elsewhere.
Zhou Qishen glanced back at Zhao Xiyin, who sat there calmly, without the slightest embarrassment. Zhao Xiyin's face practically screamed, "You're always hanging around like a ghost, you must have too much free time."
Li Ran glanced at the cake in her hand. "Wow, you bought so much? Do you have too much money?" She turned around and waved her hand. "Boss Zhou, have some cake! Xiao Xi bought it. Eat up! This shop is really expensive!"
Zhao Xiyin ignored her and said sullenly, "Leave some for me, I haven't eaten," before going into the bedroom.
Her phone was still on the table, and as soon as she left, it started ringing with messages. Annoyed by the noise, Li Ran picked it up, paused for a moment, then her eyes lit up. She cleared her throat and said loudly, "Xiao west, someone wants to treat you to Western food next time."
Zhou Qishen, who was standing next to him, stiffened.
Li Ran read the message aloud: "Meng Weixi said he was sorry for making you walk alone today—so it turns out he bought the cake for you?"
The air was like a bucket of paste had been poured on it, so thick that it was impossible to tear apart any gaps.
Zhou Qishen, who had been sitting upright, suddenly picked up a cake from the table. Li Ran was shocked by the speed at which he ate, "...Brother Zhou, have you been starving for three days?"
This lousy cake is made to look like a sesame seed, yet Zhou Qishen can eat ten of them in one bite.
Li Ran said, "No, leave some for Xiao west, she hasn't eaten yet either."
“She doesn’t eat cake,” Zhou Qishen said coldly.
"She likes to eat sweets."
Zhou Qishen threw the empty cake fork and cardboard box into the trash can, his voice dripping with malice as he repeated the same phrase: "She doesn't eat cake."
Li Ran was intimidated by his gaze and nodded repeatedly, "No, no, I won't eat."
Zhou Qishen's half-smile was really intimidating. "We're having Western food? I can take her there right now."
Li Ran nodded, "Yes, yes, we have to eat it right away."
Zhou Qishen, as if he were challenging someone, asked with a bitter and resentful expression, "Do you believe me?"
Li Ran nearly shook her head off, "Believe it, believe it, believe it." Then she looked speechless, "No... what good is it for me to believe you?"
Zhao Xiyin stood at the bedroom door, speechless yet wanting to laugh.
How old is Zhou Qishen this year?
She's three years old, I guess.
Chapter 20 What Kind of Man Is He? (3)
What kind of man is he? (3)
When Li Ran turned around and saw Zhao Xiyin, she felt as if she had been granted a pardon. For so many years, she had always considered herself eloquent, but she had never gotten the better of Zhou Qishen.
Zhao Xiyin walked over and saw a table covered in cake crumbs. The packaging box had also been abused, crumpled and crumpled, making it look like a scene of petty venting. Zhou Qishen even meticulously dusted the crumbs off his hands, still sitting upright with his back straight.
This attitude angered Zhao Xiyin, as if she had done something terribly wrong.
Why did you eat them all?