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How to describe Jing Ye's mood at this time?

Five thunderbolts, a thunderbolt from the blue sky, regretting the beginning... It seems that they are all a little bit short.

If time could be turned back to today's noon, Jing Ye would definitely not know what to do and insist on getting in front of Lin Chan, and he would not be in the mood to stalk Lin Chan and insist that he go to his house for dinner——

And she will absolutely never make that phone call.

He read the chat message with Yu Zhou again, and finally understood his doubts all along.

Why Lin Chan's attitude is so strange, but he didn't realize it before; why Lin Chan looked at him as if he was a hated enemy when they met each other; Uncertainty……

Because, what he and Lin Chan thought were not the same thing at all.

Jing Ye's heart is wider than the universe, and he feels that all the actions of the two of them together are out of intimacy, brothers and sisters, even if they cross the boundary occasionally, it's just that Lin Chan is young and playing with him.

In Lin Chan's eyes, they probably had a real relationship.

...But when did we talk about it?

Jing Ye had no idea at all, and racked his brains to think back.

He lives in a relatively wealthy and warm family. He goes to his grandparents' house in the countryside to enjoy rural life during holidays. He is usually taken care of by his grandparents, and he has a relationship with his parents that can be noisy and understand each other like friends.There is no lack of love, and he will express his affection loudly at a very young age.

When getting along with Lin Chan, even though Jing Ye is an elder brother, his straightforward expression of emotion has always been like a young child writing a composition: I like the blue sky, I like flowers, I like Mumu who treats me to ice cream.

If there had to be a point in time, it would probably be...

"Brother, I like you."

"You know, haven't I always liked you very much?"

Jing Ye never thought that these remarks would be understood by the other party in a completely different way if they fell into Lin Chan's ears.From Jing Ye's point of view, on his birthday, the "brother, I like you" that Lin Chan uttered with all her strength was no different from the "I like you too" that she said casually.

Even in the next few days, Lin Chan wanted to hold his hand, sleep with him under a thin blanket and talk until dawn, and ask him to kiss her when he lost in a game...

Jing Ye swears that he really never thought about why Lin Chan, who has always been reserved, said this at that time.

He simply likes to play with Lin Chan, and he also cherishes the relationship between the two since they were young. Every sentence comes from the heart, but it seems that the unequal communication has added a layer of meaning.

And that kiss...Jing Ye had never kissed a girl before, so he couldn't tell the difference or what was wrong.

But for Lin Chan, so far, he has changed from a friendly and playful neighbor brother to a scumbag who plays with children's feelings.

The person involved is very regretful now.

It's a pity that in the real world, you can't play RPG games and you can reload the file, and the words you say are like poured water.Jing Ye stayed in the supermarket until night, and had to go home after the cashier in charge of the night shift arrived.

In a short 10-minute walk, Jing Ye almost got out of the difficulties of the Long March.

He stood at the door of his house, sorting out the chaotic thoughts from the afternoon to the present, and thought for a while: Things have developed to this point, and he will die early and be reborn early...

After a while, I thought again: But Lin Chan might not come, right?

Thinking of this, Jing Ye castigated himself for being too irresponsible, let alone whether he wanted to see Lin Chan, or whether he hoped that he would never face that abyss of misunderstanding—anyway, he stretched out his head and shrunk his head, and shouted silently in his heart. Let's just say that, and push open the door of the house as if death is at home.

"Grandma, I'm back!"

There is a partition between the hallway and the living room. He was halfway through changing his shoes when he heard his mother Ye Xiaohui's voice: "It's just a few steps, walking like a snail, and guests are waiting for you!"

Jing Ye had a ghost in his heart, he said haha, and heard Ye Xiaohui say: "Come quickly and say hello to grandpa and grandma."

That's great, she didn't say that Lin Chan is here!

At this moment, Jing Ye's heart came back to life again, as lively as if he arrived at the examination room but suddenly heard that the examination was temporarily postponed.He ran over like a jumping bird in twos and threes, squeezed out a business smile, and when he was about to say "Hello, Grandma Lin" and "Hello, Grandpa Lin", his smile and his limbs stiffened at the same time.

On the small single sofa against the wall, Lin Chan held her mobile phone and raised her head absent-mindedly.

Caught off guard, the four eyes met, Jing Ye's greeting turned a corner: "Lin... why are you here, Chan?"

"Didn't you invite someone?" Ye Xiaohui asked back, and handed a plate of peeled and cut red pomelo to Lin Chan, "Xiao Lin, eat some fruit, the meal will take a while, don't be hungry."

Lin Chan obediently put away her phone: "Thank you, Aunt Ye."

Except for that one glance from the beginning to the end, Jing Ye didn't exist at all.

Inexplicably being ignored, Jing Ye smiled awkwardly.He was late to say hello to the two elders of the Lin family, then slipped on the soles of his feet, and slipped into the kitchen under the pretext of "helping grandpa".

The sound of water washing the bowls and chopsticks made Jing Ye focus on two things, pricking up his ears to catch the conversation in the living room.

The volume of the TV was not high, so he carefully identified it for a while, and heard that his mother was chatting with Grandma Lin. Grandma Lin complained that her daughter was too busy with work, and then the topic fell on Lin Chan——Jing Ye knew his mother's preferences well. , according to those fans' favorite description, she should be Lin Chan's wild mother.

"Xiao Lin is an art student, and he will take the joint entrance exam at the end of the year, right? Do you have any ideas about where to go to school?"

Lin Chan said, "It's still Beijing."

Ye Xiaohui said "Ouch": "The capital? That's amazing, which major?"

"Maybe video biography, I'm more interested in this." Lin Chan simply explained a few words about this relatively unfamiliar major, and said, "Now the studio teacher is also a video biography graduate. I want to know more about him."

Ye Xiaohui: "That's great, children who have their own opinions are different...Xiao Lin, if you encounter something that needs auntie's help, just tell me, don't be polite."

Lin Chan said yes, and promised to thank Aunt Ye.

"Xiao Lin is so obedient. He has been worry-free since he was a child. He doesn't avoid anything at home. It's very good. It's not like our family, who promised to study finance, but when he died, he suddenly changed his choice to study some media... Just change it. If you want to study hard, forget it, but what happened? Now that you haven’t finished college, you’re starting to make TV dramas, not doing your job properly..."

What followed was a series of belittling of Jing Ye, don't listen, Jing Ye knew what his mother would complain about.

But my mother said it all, and still respected his decision when it came to reality.Occasionally insulting him a few words in front of outsiders, Jing Ye has cultivated a vajra indestructible face, and is already proficient in shielding him.

My mother has a knife mouth and a bean curd heart, as long as she doesn't drive him out of the house, just push him.

To welcome Jing Ye back home, and there were guests again, grandparents cooked a large table of home-cooked dishes.The color and fragrance are all good, but Jing Ye is in a complicated mood now, and he can't eat.

When he was seated, he wanted to pick a corner farthest from Lin Chan and would not easily look at each other, but Ye Xiaohui carried her to Lin Chan's side, stuffed two cups of hot soy milk, and said, "Your brothers and sisters, let's have a chat." chat."

Jing Ye couldn't tell because he was suffering, so he moved the stool a little to the side.

"Do you hate me so much?"

A soft and low voice beside him made Jing Ye almost pinch his hands in fright. He lowered his eyes, rubbed the red marks on his fingertips, and turned his face indistinctly. The word "no" stuck on the tip of his tongue, and he didn't say it .

Pretend to be an ostrich at a critical moment, it used to be, and it is still now.Jing Ye knew it was bad, but freezing three feet was not a one-day cold, he wanted to change it, but he couldn't figure out where to start.

From Lin Chan's point of view, his ambiguous glance seemed to be an acquiescence.The other party withdrew his eyes, and shrank his left hand toward his body, as if he wanted to follow Jingye's wishes and let them have no physical contact at all.

The grown-ups naturally don't care about these small actions. After a few "eat vegetables, eat vegetables", the parents chatted briefly.

"Xiaohui, Brother Tao didn't come back today?"

Ye Xiaohui said disgustedly: "He is a busy man, leave him alone, let's eat vegetables!"

Grandpa Lin smiled, and changed the subject in a calm manner: "Hey, it's okay, it's okay to be busy... Oh, by the way, Xiaoye, how are you doing in Beijing, are you busy too?"

Jing Ye was about to attack the pickled fish, when he heard this, he politely put away his chopsticks: "Just filming blindly."

"They're all big stars!" Grandma Lin said with a smile, "I really like your TV series, I watch them all the time at home, and asked Xiao Lin to help me find them in the resource library..."

Jing Ye laughed dryly, coping with the elder's conversation, but kept glancing at the pickled fish from the corner of his eye.

When he eats fish, he only eats the maw and has few spines.Usually cooking at home, grandparents dote on him, the fish maw is naturally his, but the treats are different, Ye Xiaohui chopsticks like a style, not only to take care of the guests but also to respect the elderly, the few pieces of fish maw that seem to be thorny are only left a dollar or two...

A pair of chopsticks dipped into the pickled fish and accurately picked up a large piece of fish maw.

Jing Ye's eyes turned green but he didn't dare to speak out——

The chopsticks belonged to Lin Chan.

Throat moved with difficulty, just as Jing Ye was sadly saying goodbye to the pickled fish in his heart, the trajectory of the chopsticks changed, sending the fish maw into Jing Ye's rice bowl.

The unexpected development made Jing Ye a little stunned, and he interrupted the conversation between himself and Grandpa Lin.Lin Chan's action seemed to be a gesture of goodwill, and it seemed to wash away the meaning of the "disgusting" sentence just now, but Jing Ye's heart beat faster, and at the dinner table, he couldn't complete the sentence he had prepared.

Is he implying that the misunderstanding between us is actually nothing?Jing Ye couldn't help thinking.

"How sensible." Ye Xiaohui said approvingly.

From the adults' point of view, Lin Chan has always been sensible and independent, able to take care of herself and the elderly at home.But for Jing Ye, this action is no different from a gentle step, connecting the three years of their misunderstandings.

He should have asked Lin Chan at this moment, "Can I talk to you?"

But Jingye looked down at the pickled fish on the white rice, smacked his lips a few times, and whispered, "Thank you."

His cheeks were a little hot, and many memories came flooding back. He felt that this "thank you" was awkward no matter how he heard it, and that piece of white and tender fish belly was full of love, and he was accusing him of ignorance of good and evil.

Jing Ye's words of begging for peace were on his lips, he turned his head——

Lin Chan pulled a piece of paper towel, did not dodge or evade under Jing Ye's gaze, smiled a little, then pointedly and slowly wiped her pair of chopsticks.

Jing Ye: "..."

The sauerkraut fish in the bowl is suddenly not fragrant.