Meet the Brand Officer

No, he doesn't accept it.

Song Ziyuan suppressed the panic in his heart, pretending not to understand the deep meaning of the words.

"The rain is getting heavier and heavier, and it probably won't stop for a while, why don't we find a place to stay and take shelter first?" He abruptly changed the subject.

"Yeah. I was looking for it just now." Lin Xiyou pointed to the right side, and said calmly: "I came all the way from there. There are no huts or anything like that. Let's try to the left."

Her face was as calm as before, and there was no emotion in her words, as if nothing had happened, and it seemed as if everything had changed.

Song Ziyuan felt bitter and forced a smile, "Okay. Let me hold the umbrella."

"Well, thank you." She thanked politely, very politely, with a touch of alienation.

He silently reached out and took the umbrella, and lowered it to her right side, protecting her upper right body, while he used his tall body to shield her from all the wind and rain on the left.

Step by step, he kept a few centimeters away from her, for fear that he would spread the chill to her when he was wet.

Lin Xiyou's heart was sore, her throat was choked, and her eyes were hot.

After holding back for a long time, she still said: "Move the umbrella to your side. If you catch a cold, it will affect the progress of the project."

Song Ziyuan immediately tasted a hint of sweetness. Although her mouth was stiff, she still cared about him.

"I've already been drenched, and I can't get wet. It's better to save one person than both. If I have to choose between two, it must be to protect you."

"Besides, the umbrella is yours. If you are willing to lend me some protection from the wind and rain, I am already very happy."

Song Ziyuan described himself as a poor little cabbage, and Lin Xiyou couldn't help but sigh inwardly: she still didn't forget to play a trick.

As everyone knows, what he said "choose one of the two, and I will protect you" is by no means a lie, but a willing choice without hesitation.

What's more, he didn't know that he would turn his words into a prophecy.
Lin Xiyou didn't reply aloud, but reached out and pushed the handle of the umbrella, shifted to his side, and continued to concentrate on walking, but the wind and rain were getting stronger and stronger, and it was difficult for them to even hold the umbrella.

Seeing that the umbrella was about to be blown off, they finally saw a simple brick and wooden house in front of the left. It seemed uninhabited, but it was enough to shelter from the wind and rain.

The exhausted two, with the joy of remaining alive after the catastrophe, ran all the way to the hut, tacitly checking each other's situation first.

Lin Xiyou was alright, except that the feet of the shoes, socks and trousers got a little wet, there was nothing serious about her.

But Song Ziyuan was in a mess, not to mention drenched, his coat and pants were covered with muddy stains, and there were several bloodstains from scratches on the back of his hands and cheeks.

The top priority was to conserve energy and maintain body temperature, and they immediately looked around for anything available.

Fortunately, there was a pile of dry firewood in the pantry, but otherwise it was empty.

Unfortunately, Song Ziyuan doesn't smoke and doesn't have the habit of carrying a lighter with him, while Lin Xiyou
"I seem to have it!" She quickly squatted down to search for the backpack, and found a box of exquisite wishing matches from the interlayer.

This is what she saw on the Internet a while ago, people who are in love with each other, if they light a wishing match together, they can be together happily forever.

She thought it was fun at the time, and she also had a longing for it, so she bought a few boxes to try, but she didn't expect that it would be urgently needed in this situation.
A sarcastic smile flickered across the corner of Lin Xiyou's mouth, she discarded unnecessary distractions, struck a match, and slowly ignited the pile of wood that Song Ziyuan quickly built.

The orange flame pierced through the silent darkness, and the warm light enveloped them. The coldness around them gradually faded away, but the estrangement in their hearts never dissipated.

They looked at each other speechlessly, Song Ziyuan had nothing to say, "Are you hungry?"

"And then?" Lin Xiyou asked back. He ran to her with bare hands, without rain gear or equipment, which was quite reckless.

"Here." He stretched out his right fist, hung it in front of her, and conjured a piece of chocolate into her palm, it was grapefruit-flavored, and it was the only one left on the plane.

"I'm sorry, I rushed to look for you rashly, but I couldn't help you at all, and I was holding you back. I'm sorry."

Lin Xiyou lowered her eyes and remained silent.

In fact, when I was flustered, it was very good that you showed up.

"I'm sorry, I didn't confess everything to you from the beginning. I didn't intend to hide my identity on purpose, and I didn't approach you with any purpose, but there were too many coincidence factors in the first encounter. I misunderstood that you were me. The eyeliner sent by my father to monitor my every move."

"Later, I found out that it was a misunderstanding, and I was embarrassed to admit it to you, lest you misunderstand me as a dandy who does not seek to make progress."

"When I realized that a small lie required countless lies to cover, it was too late. Unknowingly, I found that I began to like you slowly and was afraid of losing you."

"Especially when I started to understand that you hate betrayal and deceit, and I actually do the same. So I knew that once you found out, you would definitely leave. I didn't dare, and I began to worry about gains and losses."

"Later, I wanted to tell you several times, but I didn't know where to start, so I kept procrastinating, trying to find a good time to explain to you slowly."

Lin Xiyou listened quietly, her lowered eyes filled with tears, in fact, during the time she was walking alone just now, she had sorted out the cause and effect.

The more she realized how good he was, the more she became sober, and she could clearly see the gap between them.

He shouldered a bright future with a bright future, but she shouldered an unknown darkness with an uncertain future.

"Thank you for your explanation, I received it." When she looked up again, the tears were gone, and there was a faint smile on her face.

"Actually, you are not wrong, and you don't need to feel ashamed. As a human being, it is inevitable to tell some white or unintentional lies every day. This is what you taught me, didn't you?"

She was still smiling, and even threw out an argument, "Surveys show that an average person will tell [-] lies in their lifetime."

"So, you really don't have to apologize."

Song Ziyuan opened his mouth, but couldn't reply, her face was indifferent, showing neither sadness nor joy, as if she was thousands of miles away from him.

"Speaking of which, I still owe you a thank you."

"Is that you who threw the slippers?"

Lin Xiyou asked for no reason, Song Ziyuan was taken aback, "How do you know?"

She smiled and remained silent, as if she had fallen into a long memory. It turned out that the benefactor she wanted to thank with all her heart was actually him.

Going round and round, it turned out to be him again, whether it was fate or luck.

"When I wanted to quit and wanted to be a deserter, you said, let me find the person who threw the slippers, and thank him in person."

"At that time, you want to give me the courage and reason to stay?"