Chapter 52
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In a twinkling of an eye, to the Mid Autumn Festival.
In the past years, Song Yi had a cold meal outside with Zhao Hongyan and Song Jie. Back then, because Zhao Hongyan broke up unhappily, Song Yi had no expectations for the Mid Autumn Festival.
This year is the same as in previous years, except that Zhao Hongyan is hospitalized. During the festival, they are their brother and sister, and they have a little niece to feed.
Song Yi cleans up the aggressive crabs in the kitchen and steams them on the pot one by one. Listening to Song Jie's relaxed smile in the living room, he washes his hands and goes out.
The baby is sleeping sweetly in the children's car. Song Jie leans on the sofa and looks at the TV attentively, "brother, come quickly..."
"What's the matter?" Song Yi sat next to her and took her shoulder and patted her.
Song Jienu nuzui, "it's good for us to go out to eat as usual. Why cook at home?"
"Cooking by yourself is simple and clean." Song Yi lied casually.
Song Jie is reluctant, bitter face, "but I've never had a meal outside for a long time since I gave birth to a baby, and I haven't gone shopping. I'm going to be derailed from the world."
Song Yi pinched her cheek intimately and said with a smile, "you are breast-feeding now, so you should be extra careful when you eat. It will be good after this period of time."
Song Jie puffed up her cheeks and put her head on Song Yi's arm. She felt much more comfortable. After thinking for a while, she whispered, "in fact, I'm afraid of being a mother. I'm afraid I'll be like a mother in the future."
Song Yi gently along her hair, very distressed this sister, Zhao Hongyan's domestic cold violence is not only aimed at himself, "don't think so much, you won't change like her."
"But what if?" Song Jie turned her head and looked at him and sniffed, "what if I want to be the same as her?"
Song Yi sighed in her heart and gently laughed, "with me, I will urge you, and you will not become the same as her."
Song Jie nodded obediently and looked at Song Yi's clean side face. She didn't know what she thought of. She said in a low voice, "if only you weren't my brother."
"Nonsense." Song Yi knocks on the melon seeds on her head. It is not Song Jie's brother, but after so many years, it is no different from that of her.
Song Jie sheepishly smiles. Listening to the voice on the TV, she turns her head and makes an exaggerated "wow". Her eyes brighten up, "brother, look at it quickly, Gu Xingchuan!"
On the 90 inch LCD screen, Gu Xingchuan's face is particularly clear, with bright eyebrows, red lips and white teeth. It is perfect and impeccable, just like the works carefully designed by the God of beauty.
The light of the stage gradually dimmed. A bunch of snow-white spotlights came down from the dome to outline the edge of a layer of soft light for his angular outline, which weakened the original aggressive facial features and looked much softer.
He rarely wore formal clothes, straight trousers in the lower half, and casual pure white shirt on the upper body. He untied a few buttons, which made him feel half sexy and half abstinent.
His shoulders fluctuate slightly with his breath, and the cello and violin in the background music flow like water.
Piano accompaniment into the accompaniment, like the moonlight under the long street, cold, open, dignified.
Gu Xingchuan slightly retracted his head, his expression was focused, his thin lips were raised, and his fluent voice was integrated into the accompaniment.
"You stand on the bridge to see the scenery
see the scenery people are looking at you
the bright moon decorates your window
you decorate my dream
..."
Song Yi seldom listens to Gu Xingchuan's serious singing. I have to say that this song is very good. It's sincere. It's worried but not hurt. It has a fragile feeling of youth, like a poem written in the summer evening wind.
"Is this a new song?" Song Jie's face was excited, and the stars in her eyes were about to pop out of her eyes
Song Yi chuckled and turned to look at her appearance. "Are you so happy because the song sounds good?"
Song Jie pushed his shoulder shyly, pretending to be angry. "Brother, I'm a child mother. It must be nice to hear, not so handsome!"
"What you say is what." Song Yi bowed her head and laughed.
Song Jie felt embarrassed and rubbed her face. She thought of something. She worried and said, "I think he looks very good-looking, but he has a bad temper on the Internet. You two have cooperated with each other. Did he lose his temper with you?"
Song Yi pinched her nose and didn't know how to explain to Song Jie, "No."
Song Jie breathed a sigh of relief, "that's good. If you have the opportunity, take me to the scene to see him. Is there a big difference between him and the TV?"
Artists with and without makeup, most of them are completely different. In addition, with the refinement of P-pictures in the later stage, many fans have seen many idols take off the powder directly.
Gu Xingchuan's face can stand the test. There is no difference between outside and inside the camera. In some cases, the expression management in the camera is also very good. As soon as he leaves the camera, he looks at others with his nostrils, which makes people hate his teeth itch.
Song Yi took out her mobile phone and looked at it and calculated the time. "If you want to see him, don't leave tonight.""Ah?" Song jiezheng is stunned and looks at him blankly.
Song Yi included the time of traffic jam. After 40 minutes, the door lock of the living room clanged. When the door was pushed from the outside, Gu Xingchuan came in with cold air. He took off his coat and coat in the porch. He took off his apron and put one suit on his body. He walked into the kitchen. He was like at home.
"Song Yi, the crabs are not tied up, and there are all over the pot. I told you to wait for me to come back and steam them."
He is still wearing clothes on the stage, leaving the dazzling stage, looking fresh and simple.
Song Jie came out of the bathroom and stood in front of the sliding door of the kitchen. She was stunned.
Gu Xingchuan looked back at her and frowned slightly, "how did you come?"
"My sister is with us today." Song Yi reminds Gu Xingchuan not to go too far.
Gu Xingchuan twisted his neck and quickly picked up the crabs. He said coldly: "the crabs are not enough for three people to eat."
Song Yi knows what his temper is and smiles. "It's OK. I don't like it. You and Xiaojie have more."
Gu Xingchuan glared at him, the pot cover "bang" of a rough cover on the pot, to express dissatisfaction.
Song Jie is so stupid that she doesn't understand what happened. She grabs Song Yi's sleeve, looks depressed and says in a low voice, "I think he's more handsome than on TV. He can cook?"
"It's delicious. You'll try it later." Although Song Yi can cook, she is limited to exquisite Western food. Frying steaks and cooking pasta is very petty bourgeois. When it comes to frying, frying and steaming Chinese food, she is not very good at it. Gu Xingchuan is very good at this point. If you look at the menu, you can make all kinds of dishes. If you lose your job that day, you can open a small restaurant to make a spoon.
Song Jie returned to her senses and blinked her eyes playfully. "Are you really just friends?"
Song Yi smiles but doesn't speak. She sits down and takes a rest. She turns into the kitchen to help the chef. She can cut and wash the dishes.
Two people cook together, the speed is much faster, and soon a table full of dishes is placed on the table, delicious hairy crabs, like emerald green shoots, as well as powder tender fried shrimps, color, flavor, delicious, it is mouth watering.
Sitting at a table with Gu Xingchuan, Song Jie is still a little nervous at first. She slowly relaxes and secretly observes Song Yi and Gu Xingchuan.
Just holding the hand of the microphone, the crab that is being peeled now is placed in the public dish. Gu Xingchuan's movements are smooth and his eyebrows are slightly frowned. "I'm going to shoot an advertisement in Hokkaido next week."
Song Yi is in a good mood. Two people around him like it very much. You can play a few more days and come back
Gu Xingchuan looked up at him, reached out and took a few paper towels to wipe his long fingers. His tone was low, "I'll come back after I shoot the advertisement. It's nothing fun."
"No problem."
"What do you mean?"
Song Yi, puzzled, glanced at Song Jie and whispered, "you can come back whenever you want. This is your private affair."
Gu Xingchuan lowered his head, curled his mouth, and snorted, "is it best if I don't come back?"
Song Yi took a chopstick and handed the shrimp to his bowl and said, "if you don't come back, I can find you and have dinner."
Gu Xingchuan a corner of the mouth, in front of Song Jie's face, and not very funny, cool nod, "can, you are very virtuous."
Song Yi thinks that you make all the meals on this table. If you want to be virtuous, you are also virtuous. He turns to think that if Gu Xingchuan is a beta or omega, he doesn't like it and can't bear it. But it's still interesting to be an alpha.
Outside, someone set off a festival fireworks, half of the sky brilliant, Song Jie quickly covered the baby's ears, afraid to wake up the child.
Gu Xingchuan took out his mobile phone from his pocket, skillfully sent messages, and ordered to leave, "it's eleven o'clock. It's very dangerous for Song Jie to take her home alone. My assistant will send her back later."
Song Jie looked embarrassed and bowed her head and said, "thank you."
Song Yi stares at Gu Xingchuan. Gu Xingchuan's face is taken for granted. Song Yi hugs Song Jie's shoulder and tells her not to go to her heart. She will bring her baby to play in the future.
Seeing Song Jie off, Gu Xingchuan cleaned up the mess on the table, pulled a stool, and sat on the balcony side by side with Song Yi to watch the moon.
In the late night, the community is very quiet, there is no siren, people are noisy, the dark blue night sky is like a piece of blue velvet, the moon is decorated with gold candy above.
Song Yi took off her glasses and rubbed her temples with her hands. It was the most comfortable Mid Autumn Festival he had ever had. The family had a happy meal. It was such a simple peace of mind.
Gu Xingchuan looked at him from the side of his head. He didn't pay much attention to what people looked like before. They all had one nose and two eyes. Whether they were good-looking or not was all about that.
However, when he met Song Yi, he seemed to have revived his appreciation of human beauty. When he met a better looking Omega, he could not help but compare with Song Yi. Song Yi was the best to see, and how he looked was pleasing to the eye. Every place in his body was like growing according to his hobby, which was impeccable.Only the red mark on the bridge of Song Yi's nose made by the spectacle frame looks bad.
He reached out and gently pressed the shallow red mark. Song Yi looked at him with a half squint. His eyelashes were clearly rooted in the moonlight. The eye shape was too long, and the eye was slightly curved. It was like a hook. It was breathtaking.
Gu Xingchuan breathed a stagnation, licked his lips, "you can wear invisibility later."
Song Yi with contact lenses, most of the situation can not remember to wear, nodded, "good."
He had a good night's sleep. The next day, fourth master Shen's Wuli tea house called and asked him to sign a contract to finalize the follow-up cooperation.
Song Yi was supposed to wear glasses. Remembering Gu Xingchuan's words, she put on a pair of contact lenses and packed them up. In the afternoon, she arrived at the green tea house in Wuli.
This time, they changed a pot of Biluochun, tea and rice, full of Zen.
Fourth master Shen was very cautious. He put a lot of contracts on the table, and his momentum was amazing.
Song Yi took the contract page by page and looked at it carefully. She looked attentive.
Fourth master Shen, holding a blue and white porcelain tea cup, gently knocked the lid of the cup and looked at Song Yi thoughtfully.
The middle-aged man bowed his head and whispered carefully, "is it more like not to wear glasses?"
Fourth master Shen nodded his head slowly and said softly, "this boy has a pair of Ruifeng eyes, just like Xiaodu and his short-lived father."
The middle-aged man said with a smile, "fourth master, you are also Ruifeng's eyes. This eye is rare. The eldest young master's one look is your inheritance."
Fourth master Shen knocked the lid of the cup, looked at the middle-aged man and asked coldly, "hereditary?"
"Yes, don't you know? They all look like dad
"For the first time." Shen as like as two peas, he put down his glass and looked at Song Yi. He had to say, the more he looked at it, the more he looked at it last time. He felt like seven or eight copies. He looked like a copy. It was more like himself.
Not only do they look like each other, but they are just like the Shen family.
Some ideas, as long as a head, just like a great beast can not stop.
Fourth master Shen tapped on the table with his fingers. Quietly, he took a copy of Song Yi's ID card and took a look at the date of his birth
"No Song Yi devoted herself to the contract without raising her head.
Song Yi's birthday is only a week away from Shen Li.
"Has your family been in the imperial capital all the time?"
Song Yi raised her head. She didn't know what to do with the fourth Lord Shen, but she told the truth, "my family is not local. I was in Suzhou city. Later my parents came to work in the imperial capital. I came with me."
Hearing the word Su Shi, Mr. Shen's face sank, like a dark cloud pressing on the city. He didn't say a word at half a ring.
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In a twinkling of an eye, to the Mid Autumn Festival.
In the past years, Song Yi had a cold meal outside with Zhao Hongyan and Song Jie. Back then, because Zhao Hongyan broke up unhappily, Song Yi had no expectations for the Mid Autumn Festival.
This year is the same as in previous years, except that Zhao Hongyan is hospitalized. During the festival, they are their brother and sister, and they have a little niece to feed.
Song Yi cleans up the aggressive crabs in the kitchen and steams them on the pot one by one. Listening to Song Jie's relaxed smile in the living room, he washes his hands and goes out.
The baby is sleeping sweetly in the children's car. Song Jie leans on the sofa and looks at the TV attentively, "brother, come quickly..."
"What's the matter?" Song Yi sat next to her and took her shoulder and patted her.
Song Jienu nuzui, "it's good for us to go out to eat as usual. Why cook at home?"
"Cooking by yourself is simple and clean." Song Yi lied casually.
Song Jie is reluctant, bitter face, "but I've never had a meal outside for a long time since I gave birth to a baby, and I haven't gone shopping. I'm going to be derailed from the world."
Song Yi pinched her cheek intimately and said with a smile, "you are breast-feeding now, so you should be extra careful when you eat. It will be good after this period of time."
Song Jie puffed up her cheeks and put her head on Song Yi's arm. She felt much more comfortable. After thinking for a while, she whispered, "in fact, I'm afraid of being a mother. I'm afraid I'll be like a mother in the future."
Song Yi gently along her hair, very distressed this sister, Zhao Hongyan's domestic cold violence is not only aimed at himself, "don't think so much, you won't change like her."
"But what if?" Song Jie turned her head and looked at him and sniffed, "what if I want to be the same as her?"
Song Yi sighed in her heart and gently laughed, "with me, I will urge you, and you will not become the same as her."
Song Jie nodded obediently and looked at Song Yi's clean side face. She didn't know what she thought of. She said in a low voice, "if only you weren't my brother."
"Nonsense." Song Yi knocks on the melon seeds on her head. It is not Song Jie's brother, but after so many years, it is no different from that of her.
Song Jie sheepishly smiles. Listening to the voice on the TV, she turns her head and makes an exaggerated "wow". Her eyes brighten up, "brother, look at it quickly, Gu Xingchuan!"
On the 90 inch LCD screen, Gu Xingchuan's face is particularly clear, with bright eyebrows, red lips and white teeth. It is perfect and impeccable, just like the works carefully designed by the God of beauty.
The light of the stage gradually dimmed. A bunch of snow-white spotlights came down from the dome to outline the edge of a layer of soft light for his angular outline, which weakened the original aggressive facial features and looked much softer.
He rarely wore formal clothes, straight trousers in the lower half, and casual pure white shirt on the upper body. He untied a few buttons, which made him feel half sexy and half abstinent.
His shoulders fluctuate slightly with his breath, and the cello and violin in the background music flow like water.
Piano accompaniment into the accompaniment, like the moonlight under the long street, cold, open, dignified.
Gu Xingchuan slightly retracted his head, his expression was focused, his thin lips were raised, and his fluent voice was integrated into the accompaniment.
"You stand on the bridge to see the scenery
see the scenery people are looking at you
the bright moon decorates your window
you decorate my dream
..."
Song Yi seldom listens to Gu Xingchuan's serious singing. I have to say that this song is very good. It's sincere. It's worried but not hurt. It has a fragile feeling of youth, like a poem written in the summer evening wind.
"Is this a new song?" Song Jie's face was excited, and the stars in her eyes were about to pop out of her eyes
Song Yi chuckled and turned to look at her appearance. "Are you so happy because the song sounds good?"
Song Jie pushed his shoulder shyly, pretending to be angry. "Brother, I'm a child mother. It must be nice to hear, not so handsome!"
"What you say is what." Song Yi bowed her head and laughed.
Song Jie felt embarrassed and rubbed her face. She thought of something. She worried and said, "I think he looks very good-looking, but he has a bad temper on the Internet. You two have cooperated with each other. Did he lose his temper with you?"
Song Yi pinched her nose and didn't know how to explain to Song Jie, "No."
Song Jie breathed a sigh of relief, "that's good. If you have the opportunity, take me to the scene to see him. Is there a big difference between him and the TV?"
Artists with and without makeup, most of them are completely different. In addition, with the refinement of P-pictures in the later stage, many fans have seen many idols take off the powder directly.
Gu Xingchuan's face can stand the test. There is no difference between outside and inside the camera. In some cases, the expression management in the camera is also very good. As soon as he leaves the camera, he looks at others with his nostrils, which makes people hate his teeth itch.
Song Yi took out her mobile phone and looked at it and calculated the time. "If you want to see him, don't leave tonight.""Ah?" Song jiezheng is stunned and looks at him blankly.
Song Yi included the time of traffic jam. After 40 minutes, the door lock of the living room clanged. When the door was pushed from the outside, Gu Xingchuan came in with cold air. He took off his coat and coat in the porch. He took off his apron and put one suit on his body. He walked into the kitchen. He was like at home.
"Song Yi, the crabs are not tied up, and there are all over the pot. I told you to wait for me to come back and steam them."
He is still wearing clothes on the stage, leaving the dazzling stage, looking fresh and simple.
Song Jie came out of the bathroom and stood in front of the sliding door of the kitchen. She was stunned.
Gu Xingchuan looked back at her and frowned slightly, "how did you come?"
"My sister is with us today." Song Yi reminds Gu Xingchuan not to go too far.
Gu Xingchuan twisted his neck and quickly picked up the crabs. He said coldly: "the crabs are not enough for three people to eat."
Song Yi knows what his temper is and smiles. "It's OK. I don't like it. You and Xiaojie have more."
Gu Xingchuan glared at him, the pot cover "bang" of a rough cover on the pot, to express dissatisfaction.
Song Jie is so stupid that she doesn't understand what happened. She grabs Song Yi's sleeve, looks depressed and says in a low voice, "I think he's more handsome than on TV. He can cook?"
"It's delicious. You'll try it later." Although Song Yi can cook, she is limited to exquisite Western food. Frying steaks and cooking pasta is very petty bourgeois. When it comes to frying, frying and steaming Chinese food, she is not very good at it. Gu Xingchuan is very good at this point. If you look at the menu, you can make all kinds of dishes. If you lose your job that day, you can open a small restaurant to make a spoon.
Song Jie returned to her senses and blinked her eyes playfully. "Are you really just friends?"
Song Yi smiles but doesn't speak. She sits down and takes a rest. She turns into the kitchen to help the chef. She can cut and wash the dishes.
Two people cook together, the speed is much faster, and soon a table full of dishes is placed on the table, delicious hairy crabs, like emerald green shoots, as well as powder tender fried shrimps, color, flavor, delicious, it is mouth watering.
Sitting at a table with Gu Xingchuan, Song Jie is still a little nervous at first. She slowly relaxes and secretly observes Song Yi and Gu Xingchuan.
Just holding the hand of the microphone, the crab that is being peeled now is placed in the public dish. Gu Xingchuan's movements are smooth and his eyebrows are slightly frowned. "I'm going to shoot an advertisement in Hokkaido next week."
Song Yi is in a good mood. Two people around him like it very much. You can play a few more days and come back
Gu Xingchuan looked up at him, reached out and took a few paper towels to wipe his long fingers. His tone was low, "I'll come back after I shoot the advertisement. It's nothing fun."
"No problem."
"What do you mean?"
Song Yi, puzzled, glanced at Song Jie and whispered, "you can come back whenever you want. This is your private affair."
Gu Xingchuan lowered his head, curled his mouth, and snorted, "is it best if I don't come back?"
Song Yi took a chopstick and handed the shrimp to his bowl and said, "if you don't come back, I can find you and have dinner."
Gu Xingchuan a corner of the mouth, in front of Song Jie's face, and not very funny, cool nod, "can, you are very virtuous."
Song Yi thinks that you make all the meals on this table. If you want to be virtuous, you are also virtuous. He turns to think that if Gu Xingchuan is a beta or omega, he doesn't like it and can't bear it. But it's still interesting to be an alpha.
Outside, someone set off a festival fireworks, half of the sky brilliant, Song Jie quickly covered the baby's ears, afraid to wake up the child.
Gu Xingchuan took out his mobile phone from his pocket, skillfully sent messages, and ordered to leave, "it's eleven o'clock. It's very dangerous for Song Jie to take her home alone. My assistant will send her back later."
Song Jie looked embarrassed and bowed her head and said, "thank you."
Song Yi stares at Gu Xingchuan. Gu Xingchuan's face is taken for granted. Song Yi hugs Song Jie's shoulder and tells her not to go to her heart. She will bring her baby to play in the future.
Seeing Song Jie off, Gu Xingchuan cleaned up the mess on the table, pulled a stool, and sat on the balcony side by side with Song Yi to watch the moon.
In the late night, the community is very quiet, there is no siren, people are noisy, the dark blue night sky is like a piece of blue velvet, the moon is decorated with gold candy above.
Song Yi took off her glasses and rubbed her temples with her hands. It was the most comfortable Mid Autumn Festival he had ever had. The family had a happy meal. It was such a simple peace of mind.
Gu Xingchuan looked at him from the side of his head. He didn't pay much attention to what people looked like before. They all had one nose and two eyes. Whether they were good-looking or not was all about that.
However, when he met Song Yi, he seemed to have revived his appreciation of human beauty. When he met a better looking Omega, he could not help but compare with Song Yi. Song Yi was the best to see, and how he looked was pleasing to the eye. Every place in his body was like growing according to his hobby, which was impeccable.Only the red mark on the bridge of Song Yi's nose made by the spectacle frame looks bad.
He reached out and gently pressed the shallow red mark. Song Yi looked at him with a half squint. His eyelashes were clearly rooted in the moonlight. The eye shape was too long, and the eye was slightly curved. It was like a hook. It was breathtaking.
Gu Xingchuan breathed a stagnation, licked his lips, "you can wear invisibility later."
Song Yi with contact lenses, most of the situation can not remember to wear, nodded, "good."
He had a good night's sleep. The next day, fourth master Shen's Wuli tea house called and asked him to sign a contract to finalize the follow-up cooperation.
Song Yi was supposed to wear glasses. Remembering Gu Xingchuan's words, she put on a pair of contact lenses and packed them up. In the afternoon, she arrived at the green tea house in Wuli.
This time, they changed a pot of Biluochun, tea and rice, full of Zen.
Fourth master Shen was very cautious. He put a lot of contracts on the table, and his momentum was amazing.
Song Yi took the contract page by page and looked at it carefully. She looked attentive.
Fourth master Shen, holding a blue and white porcelain tea cup, gently knocked the lid of the cup and looked at Song Yi thoughtfully.
The middle-aged man bowed his head and whispered carefully, "is it more like not to wear glasses?"
Fourth master Shen nodded his head slowly and said softly, "this boy has a pair of Ruifeng eyes, just like Xiaodu and his short-lived father."
The middle-aged man said with a smile, "fourth master, you are also Ruifeng's eyes. This eye is rare. The eldest young master's one look is your inheritance."
Fourth master Shen knocked the lid of the cup, looked at the middle-aged man and asked coldly, "hereditary?"
"Yes, don't you know? They all look like dad
"For the first time." Shen as like as two peas, he put down his glass and looked at Song Yi. He had to say, the more he looked at it, the more he looked at it last time. He felt like seven or eight copies. He looked like a copy. It was more like himself.
Not only do they look like each other, but they are just like the Shen family.
Some ideas, as long as a head, just like a great beast can not stop.
Fourth master Shen tapped on the table with his fingers. Quietly, he took a copy of Song Yi's ID card and took a look at the date of his birth
"No Song Yi devoted herself to the contract without raising her head.
Song Yi's birthday is only a week away from Shen Li.
"Has your family been in the imperial capital all the time?"
Song Yi raised her head. She didn't know what to do with the fourth Lord Shen, but she told the truth, "my family is not local. I was in Suzhou city. Later my parents came to work in the imperial capital. I came with me."
Hearing the word Su Shi, Mr. Shen's face sank, like a dark cloud pressing on the city. He didn't say a word at half a ring.
The author has something to say: give everyone a red packet ~ send 61 today! (shaking sound)
-
In a twinkling of an eye, to the Mid Autumn Festival. In the past years, Song Yi had a cold meal outside with Zhao Hongyan and Song Jie. Back then, because Zhao Hongyan broke up unhappily, Song Yi had no expectations for the Mid Autumn Festival. This year is the same as in previous years, except that Zhao Hongyan is hospitalized. During the festival, they are their brother and sister, and they have a little niece to feed. Song Yi cleans up the aggressive crabs in the kitchen and steams them on the pot one by one. Listening to Song Jie's relaxed smile in the living room, he washes his hands and goes out. The baby is sleeping sweetly in the children's car. Song Jie leans on the sofa and looks at the TV attentively, "brother, come quickly..." "What's the matter?" Song Yi sat next to her and took her shoulder and patted her. Song Jienu nuzui, "it's good for us to go out to eat as usual. Why cook at home?" "Cooking by yourself is simple and clean." Song Yi lied casually. Song Jie is reluctant, bitter face, "but I've never had a meal outside for a long time since I gave birth to a baby, and I haven't gone shopping. I'm going to be derailed from the world." Song Yi pinched her cheek intimately and said with a smile, "you are breast-feeding now, so you should be extra careful when you eat. It will be good after this period of time." Song Jie puffed up her cheeks and put her head on Song Yi's arm. She felt much more comfortable. After thinking for a while, she whispered, "in fact, I'm afraid of being a mother. I'm afraid I'll be like a mother in the future." Song Yi gently along her hair, very distressed this sister, Zhao Hongyan's domestic cold violence is not only aimed at himself, "don't think so much, you won't change like her." "But what if?" Song Jie turned her head and looked at him and sniffed, "what if I want to be the same as her?" Song Yi sighed in her heart and gently laughed, "with me, I will urge you, and you will not become the same as her." Song Jie nodded obediently and looked at Song Yi's clean side face. She didn't know what she thought of. She said in a low voice, "if only you weren't my brother." "Nonsense." Song Yi knocks on the melon seeds on her head. It is not Song Jie's brother, but after so many years, it is no different from that of her. Song Jie sheepishly smiles. Listening to the voice on the TV, she turns her head and makes an exaggerated "wow". Her eyes brighten up, "brother, look at it quickly, Gu Xingchuan!" On the 90 inch LCD screen, Gu Xingchuan's face is particularly clear, with bright eyebrows, red lips and white teeth. It is perfect and impeccable, just like the works carefully designed by the God of beauty. The light of the stage gradually dimmed. A bunch of snow-white spotlights came down from the dome to outline the edge of a layer of soft light for his angular outline, which weakened the original aggressive facial features and looked much softer. He rarely wore formal clothes, straight trousers in the lower half, and casual pure white shirt on the upper body. He untied a few buttons, which made him feel half sexy and half abstinent. His shoulders fluctuate slightly with his breath, and the cello and violin in the background music flow like water. Piano accompaniment into the accompaniment, like the moonlight under the long street, cold, open, dignified. Gu Xingchuan slightly retracted his head, his expression was focused, his thin lips were raised, and his fluent voice was integrated into the accompaniment. "You stand on the bridge to see the scenery see the scenery people are looking at you the bright moon decorates your window you decorate my dream ..." Song Yi seldom listens to Gu Xingchuan's serious singing. I have to say that this song is very good. It's sincere. It's worried but not hurt. It has a fragile feeling of youth, like a poem written in the summer evening wind. "Is this a new song?" Song Jie's face was excited, and the stars in her eyes were about to pop out of her eyes Song Yi chuckled and turned to look at her appearance. "Are you so happy because the song sounds good?" Song Jie pushed his shoulder shyly, pretending to be angry. "Brother, I'm a child mother. It must be nice to hear, not so handsome!" "What you say is what." Song Yi bowed her head and laughed. Song Jie felt embarrassed and rubbed her face. She thought of something. She worried and said, "I think he looks very good-looking, but he has a bad temper on the Internet. You two have cooperated with each other. Did he lose his temper with you?" Song Yi pinched her nose and didn't know how to explain to Song Jie, "No." Song Jie breathed a sigh of relief, "that's good. If you have the opportunity, take me to the scene to see him. Is there a big difference between him and the TV?" Artists with and without makeup, most of them are completely different. In addition, with the refinement of P-pictures in the later stage, many fans have seen many idols take off the powder directly. Gu Xingchuan's face can stand the test. There is no difference between outside and inside the camera. In some cases, the expression management in the camera is also very good. As soon as he leaves the camera, he looks at others with his nostrils, which makes people hate his teeth itch. Song Yi took out her mobile phone and looked at it and calculated the time. "If you want to see him, don't leave tonight.""Ah?" Song jiezheng is stunned and looks at him blankly. Song Yi included the time of traffic jam. After 40 minutes, the door lock of the living room clanged. When the door was pushed from the outside, Gu Xingchuan came in with cold air. He took off his coat and coat in the porch. He took off his apron and put one suit on his body. He walked into the kitchen. He was like at home. "Song Yi, the crabs are not tied up, and there are all over the pot. I told you to wait for me to come back and steam them." He is still wearing clothes on the stage, leaving the dazzling stage, looking fresh and simple. Song Jie came out of the bathroom and stood in front of the sliding door of the kitchen. She was stunned. Gu Xingchuan looked back at her and frowned slightly, "how did you come?" "My sister is with us today." Song Yi reminds Gu Xingchuan not to go too far. Gu Xingchuan twisted his neck and quickly picked up the crabs. He said coldly: "the crabs are not enough for three people to eat." Song Yi knows what his temper is and smiles. "It's OK. I don't like it. You and Xiaojie have more." Gu Xingchuan glared at him, the pot cover "bang" of a rough cover on the pot, to express dissatisfaction. Song Jie is so stupid that she doesn't understand what happened. She grabs Song Yi's sleeve, looks depressed and says in a low voice, "I think he's more handsome than on TV. He can cook?" "It's delicious. You'll try it later." Although Song Yi can cook, she is limited to exquisite Western food. Frying steaks and cooking pasta is very petty bourgeois. When it comes to frying, frying and steaming Chinese food, she is not very good at it. Gu Xingchuan is very good at this point. If you look at the menu, you can make all kinds of dishes. If you lose your job that day, you can open a small restaurant to make a spoon. Song Jie returned to her senses and blinked her eyes playfully. "Are you really just friends?" Song Yi smiles but doesn't speak. She sits down and takes a rest. She turns into the kitchen to help the chef. She can cut and wash the dishes. Two people cook together, the speed is much faster, and soon a table full of dishes is placed on the table, delicious hairy crabs, like emerald green shoots, as well as powder tender fried shrimps, color, flavor, delicious, it is mouth watering. Sitting at a table with Gu Xingchuan, Song Jie is still a little nervous at first. She slowly relaxes and secretly observes Song Yi and Gu Xingchuan. Just holding the hand of the microphone, the crab that is being peeled now is placed in the public dish. Gu Xingchuan's movements are smooth and his eyebrows are slightly frowned. "I'm going to shoot an advertisement in Hokkaido next week." Song Yi is in a good mood. Two people around him like it very much. You can play a few more days and come back Gu Xingchuan looked up at him, reached out and took a few paper towels to wipe his long fingers. His tone was low, "I'll come back after I shoot the advertisement. It's nothing fun." "No problem." "What do you mean?" Song Yi, puzzled, glanced at Song Jie and whispered, "you can come back whenever you want. This is your private affair." Gu Xingchuan lowered his head, curled his mouth, and snorted, "is it best if I don't come back?" Song Yi took a chopstick and handed the shrimp to his bowl and said, "if you don't come back, I can find you and have dinner." Gu Xingchuan a corner of the mouth, in front of Song Jie's face, and not very funny, cool nod, "can, you are very virtuous." Song Yi thinks that you make all the meals on this table. If you want to be virtuous, you are also virtuous. He turns to think that if Gu Xingchuan is a beta or omega, he doesn't like it and can't bear it. But it's still interesting to be an alpha. Outside, someone set off a festival fireworks, half of the sky brilliant, Song Jie quickly covered the baby's ears, afraid to wake up the child. Gu Xingchuan took out his mobile phone from his pocket, skillfully sent messages, and ordered to leave, "it's eleven o'clock. It's very dangerous for Song Jie to take her home alone. My assistant will send her back later." Song Jie looked embarrassed and bowed her head and said, "thank you." Song Yi stares at Gu Xingchuan. Gu Xingchuan's face is taken for granted. Song Yi hugs Song Jie's shoulder and tells her not to go to her heart. She will bring her baby to play in the future. Seeing Song Jie off, Gu Xingchuan cleaned up the mess on the table, pulled a stool, and sat on the balcony side by side with Song Yi to watch the moon. In the late night, the community is very quiet, there is no siren, people are noisy, the dark blue night sky is like a piece of blue velvet, the moon is decorated with gold candy above. Song Yi took off her glasses and rubbed her temples with her hands. It was the most comfortable Mid Autumn Festival he had ever had. The family had a happy meal. It was such a simple peace of mind. Gu Xingchuan looked at him from the side of his head. He didn't pay much attention to what people looked like before. They all had one nose and two eyes. Whether they were good-looking or not was all about that. However, when he met Song Yi, he seemed to have revived his appreciation of human beauty. When he met a better looking Omega, he could not help but compare with Song Yi. Song Yi was the best to see, and how he looked was pleasing to the eye. Every place in his body was like growing according to his hobby, which was impeccable.Only the red mark on the bridge of Song Yi's nose made by the spectacle frame looks bad. He reached out and gently pressed the shallow red mark. Song Yi looked at him with a half squint. His eyelashes were clearly rooted in the moonlight. The eye shape was too long, and the eye was slightly curved. It was like a hook. It was breathtaking. Gu Xingchuan breathed a stagnation, licked his lips, "you can wear invisibility later." Song Yi with contact lenses, most of the situation can not remember to wear, nodded, "good." He had a good night's sleep. The next day, fourth master Shen's Wuli tea house called and asked him to sign a contract to finalize the follow-up cooperation. Song Yi was supposed to wear glasses. Remembering Gu Xingchuan's words, she put on a pair of contact lenses and packed them up. In the afternoon, she arrived at the green tea house in Wuli. This time, they changed a pot of Biluochun, tea and rice, full of Zen. Fourth master Shen was very cautious. He put a lot of contracts on the table, and his momentum was amazing. Song Yi took the contract page by page and looked at it carefully. She looked attentive. Fourth master Shen, holding a blue and white porcelain tea cup, gently knocked the lid of the cup and looked at Song Yi thoughtfully. The middle-aged man bowed his head and whispered carefully, "is it more like not to wear glasses?" Fourth master Shen nodded his head slowly and said softly, "this boy has a pair of Ruifeng eyes, just like Xiaodu and his short-lived father." The middle-aged man said with a smile, "fourth master, you are also Ruifeng's eyes. This eye is rare. The eldest young master's one look is your inheritance." Fourth master Shen knocked the lid of the cup, looked at the middle-aged man and asked coldly, "hereditary?" "Yes, don't you know? They all look like dad "For the first time." Shen as like as two peas, he put down his glass and looked at Song Yi. He had to say, the more he looked at it, the more he looked at it last time. He felt like seven or eight copies. He looked like a copy. It was more like himself. Not only do they look like each other, but they are just like the Shen family. Some ideas, as long as a head, just like a great beast can not stop. Fourth master Shen tapped on the table with his fingers. Quietly, he took a copy of Song Yi's ID card and took a look at the date of his birth "No Song Yi devoted herself to the contract without raising her head. Song Yi's birthday is only a week away from Shen Li. "Has your family been in the imperial capital all the time?" Song Yi raised her head. She didn't know what to do with the fourth Lord Shen, but she told the truth, "my family is not local. I was in Suzhou city. Later my parents came to work in the imperial capital. I came with me." Hearing the word Su Shi, Mr. Shen's face sank, like a dark cloud pressing on the city. He didn't say a word at half a ring. The author has something to say: give everyone a red packet ~ send 61 today! shaking sound -
