Ling Shuangjiang didn't speak, but simply nodded.
—
At 10 p.m., Xie Wang was still sitting on the reef, occasionally throwing stones at Hai Pingnan, his lips pursed and expressionless.
A figure suddenly appeared on the reef.
Xie Wang turned around and saw Ling Shuangjiang holding a bowl in both hands, with a bag hanging from her wrist, the contents of which were dangling.
"Slower."
Xie Wang held his arm, worried that he might bump into something, and helped him sit down.
Ling Shuangjiang held it out to him and said, "The production team didn't have any flour, so I made longevity noodles with sweet potato starch. You can make do with these."
Xie Wang took the chopsticks, staring blankly at him: "You made this?"
Ling Shuangjiang: "Yes, I hope you enjoy good health and a long life."
Xie Wang ate the fried egg and slurped up the noodles, looking extremely hungry.
He ate while watching Ling Shuangjiang.
At this moment, Ling Shuangjiang took out a picture frame from the bag and turned to show it to him: "Here, this is a birthday present for you."
This is an oil painting, clearly painted yesterday.
In the oil painting, Xie Wang sits in front of a small boat, facing the moonlight, and is diligently rowing with a wooden oar.
Clearly, this is Ling Shuangjiang's perspective that night.
Xie Wang swallowed the last mouthful of noodles with difficulty, his dim eyes gradually brightening as he looked at Ling Shuangjiang: "For me?"
Ling Shuangjiang smiled faintly: "Of course."
Xie Wang wiped his mouth clean, his voice muffled: "I thought you wouldn't celebrate my birthday."
Ling Shuangjiang rested her arms on her knees and asked, "Why do you feel that way?"
Xie Wang lowered his eyes: "You didn't eat the breakfast I brought this morning, but instead ate the eggs that Lu Shaoheng brought."
Ling Shuangjiang smiled meaningfully.
After a moment, he opened his arms, his voice soft and gentle: "Feeling wronged? Since it's your birthday today, then..."
"Thank you, Wang. Hug me."
Author's Note:
I need a nutrient solution.
Chapter 28 I'll Take Responsibility for You
The wind pounded the waves, carrying a slightly salty scent.
Staring blankly at Ling Shuangjiang, Xie Wang pursed his dry lips and placed the bowl on the rock.
Two pairs of eyes met.
Ling Shuangjiang said lazily, "My arm is tired, come here quickly."
He spoke with a gentle, clean smile.
Xie Wang did not hesitate this time. He slowly moved closer and opened his arms to hug him.
A gentle, sweet scent enveloped him, and Xie Wang recalled the cigar that Ling Shuangjiang had bitten.
They taste the same.
Ling Shuangjiang, like a kitten basking in the sun, wrapped her arms tightly around Xie Wang's broad back. Her hair, ruffled by the sea breeze, brushed against Xie Wang's neck as she lazily closed her eyes.
They were embracing each other tightly, with not a single gap between them.
Feeling Ling Shuangjiang's body temperature, Xie Wang dared not hug her too tightly, for fear of hurting her.
Because Ling Shuangjiang was really thin and weak.
"Which breakfast has you been brooding over until now?" Ling Shuangjiang suddenly asked.
When the topic came up, Xie Wang's voice turned somber: "Yesterday, you didn't touch the sandwich I brought you, but you ate the egg that Lu Shaoheng gave you instead."
Ling Shuangjiang was amused: "I don't like fried bacon and ham for breakfast. I prefer something a little lighter."
"Hmm." Xie Wang didn't intend to dwell on this matter any longer and wanted to focus more on the present.
For example, rest your chin on Ling Shuangjiang's head and rub it.
He has never hugged a girl, only a boy.
His male friends are hard and uncomfortable to hug, and some of them even have a smell he doesn't like when they greet him, so now he only shakes hands when he greets them.
Ke Ling Shuang Jiang is a little different from others.
Ling Shuangjiang is very soft, comfortable, and fragrant when you hug her.
Because of his thinness, the other person was slender, and when he was in her arms, he felt a strong urge to protect her.
He had never enjoyed hugging someone so much before.
Smelling the salty seawater, Ling Shuangjiang felt a little sleepy.
Leaning against Xie Wang's chest, his eyelids grew heavier and heavier, and he gradually drifted into a light sleep.
He woke up again at midnight and found himself in Xie Wang's RV.
He slowly got up, his gaze shifting to Xie Wang, who was sleeping on the floor beside him. Because of his height, the blanket Xie Wang was using for his floor mat wasn't long enough, so his legs had to be slightly bent. But he was sleeping soundly, his breathing even and deep.
However, one hand was placed on the edge of the bed.
Ling Shuangjiang lay back down, her eyes secretly fixed on Xie Wang, something in his pants pocket reminding her of something.
He took out the deep blue gem and examined it closely in the darkness.
As Xie Wang said, this gemstone would indeed look beautiful as an earring.
"Silly dog."
"All the good things are thought of me."
Ling Shuangjiang smiled as she looked at Xie Wang, wondering if she had been too aggressive these past few days, making Xie Wang seem sullen and not particularly happy.
Actually, he himself was a little unsure of it.
Xie Wang's gloomy mood these past few days, is it because he feels neglected after his good friend was taken away, or because he is bothered and jealous that the person he likes is with his love rival?
"well."
Ling Shuangjiang tiptoed out of bed, covered Xie Wang with the blanket, and quietly left.
—
Early in the morning, Ling Shuangjiang had just gotten out of the car when Wen Nuan excitedly grabbed her arm.
"Frost's Descent! The brand called my agency! They said the collaboration can continue, and they need me to cooperate with them to shoot another advertisement and promotional video based on this oil painting. They also said they want to collaborate with me on their fashion line!"
Ling Shuangjiang nodded: "That's good."
Wen Ai pouted, "Shuangjiang! You're such an angel! The smartest kind at that."
The warm compliments were really cheesy. Ling Shuangjiang walked towards the beach, lazily stretching her arms and feeling the morning sunlight.
"By the way, it's Frost's Descent." Wen'ai jogged after him, "Your Weibo followers have surpassed ten million."
Ling Shuangjiang stopped in her tracks: "What? I saw it was 2.1 million just two days ago."
Wen Ai said smugly, "When I posted that Weibo yesterday, I tagged you and then posted four photos of you drawing. That Weibo post has been forwarded 1.2 million times."
Ling Shuangjiang: "Photos? Did you take them?"
Wen Ai replied guiltily, "Yeah, I took these photos secretly yesterday, and one of them is blurry. But I used them to make up the four-grid photo."
Ling Shuangjiang was both amused and exasperated: "Okay, it's alright."
At the dining table, the other guests had already taken their seats. Upon seeing Ling Shuangjiang, Huang Shan was the first to say, "Little traffic star is here."
Ling Shuangjiang blinked but didn't say anything.
He glanced at Xie Wang and then sat down next to him.
Xie Wang straightened up, his eyes suddenly brightening as he looked leisurely at Lu Shaoheng. "Shuangjiang, I'll peel an egg for you."
"There are media waiting to interview you at the door. Shuangjiang, you've really become famous this time." Joey said enviously. "But Wen'ai's photos were really good. They captured your whole temperament."
Bai Xinyu, holding a knife and fork, said, "I was lucky during Frostfall. Just four photos of me were enough to outshine a bunch of students with formal acting training who never had the chance to act. My popularity soared to the top of the celebrity list."
Joey's eyes darkened: "Frostfall is beautiful, fire is just a matter of time."
Shen Ke also said, "Yes, indeed."
Bai Xinyu threw down his fork: "I'm full, I'm going for a walk."
[Her wife became an overnight internet sensation after the Frost's Descent incident; He Chun made a fortune from this.]
[I heard that the Hechun brand is already in contact with Ling Shuangjiang's agent, preparing to have him endorse their men's skincare line.]
[The first male celebrity in the Chinese entertainment industry to land a deal with a top-tier international brand without any prior work.]
[What?! We don't have any new works from the Frost's Descent movie? That film is miles ahead of today's young actors, okay? Seventeen years ago, it grossed 50 million, which is equivalent to 1.5 billion today, isn't it?]
[No works by Frost's Descent? That's hilarious.]
[I think it's all fate. Originally, the Frost's Descent painting only gained minor popularity on the show, but now those photos have gone viral, and with the added aura of a master painter, it's incredibly captivating.]
[The oil paintings were posted on He Chun's Instagram, and the number of likes exceeded 1 million. He Chun's official Instagram account was overjoyed. The next post was a photo of the Frost's Descent solar term. Now everyone is asking if this handsome Eastern boy is He Chun's new spokesperson.]
At the dinner table, everyone mainly talked about what happened last night. Lu Shaoheng said, "Wen Nuan took those four photos really well. They could be used as magazine covers."
Wen Ai said warmly, "Of course! The number of reposts and likes on my Weibo post with the Frost's Descent photo is almost surpassing that of the oil painting post."
Chyi Yu quipped, "That's why people are more sensitive to beautiful things."
In the past, Wen Ai would definitely have joked around with Qi Yu, but this time she didn't say anything, only smiled faintly.
Chen Ying sipped her milk, her face expressionless.