run to him

What do you mean by wiping chopsticks? I serve you food just to save face, but we still have to draw a clear line?

Or, don't you think that if you pick up a dish, some things are over?

...Is this still holding grudges?

Just now, Lin Chan's eyes or movements, including that faint smile, were full of contempt and disgust, like a stone thrown into the water, causing ripples, which spread round and round, with a long aftertaste and full stamina.

Jing Ye comforted himself to ease his mood just now, and became panicked again.

In all fairness, he was really afraid of being hated by Lin Chan.

If Lin Chan didn't have a big change in his temperament during the three years of infrequent contact - it seems very difficult to have this possibility now - then, just like Jing Ye knew Lin Chan, he is the most vengeful person in the whole sandy area. one.

When they were still little kids, Jiang Ziyi joked that Lin Chan looked like a little girl, and Lin Chan hadn't given him a good look for a whole month.

Later, Jiang Ziyi realized that something was wrong, and coaxed him with snacks and drinks for a few days, but his complexion improved, but from then on when Jiang Ziyi said anything when playing together, he would not answer.Occasionally, when Jiang Ziyi came to chat with him, Lin Chan sneered and answered in a neutral tone: "Our little girl doesn't understand."

At that time, elementary school student Lin Chan learned soft violence without a teacher, and it was the first time to use it, which lasted for more than half a year.

An unintentional joke made Jiang Ziyi look like a pioneer of gender equality now, and he dared not make jokes about it anymore.He even suffered from a sequelae of "seeing Lin Chan sneering and feeling terrified", which has not healed so far, and vaguely intends to follow him for life.

"Careful" and "don't offend anyone if you offend him" have become the consensus of everyone.

Jing Ye has never experienced it before, but now, sitting in the dining room of his home, he completely understood Jiang Ziyi's mood at that time: seeing Lin Chan's little details of expression, he would make up his mind that he was about to use various small expressions to make it clear. Secretly coping with his own miserable life... I wish I could kneel down to Lin Chan on the spot, yelling that I will correct my mistakes.

But what to change?

Say, "I like you" instead?

At this time, if you like it, will it be the answer Lin Chan wants to hear?

He wailed secretly, why did he face the misunderstood truth so suddenly and directly?

Jing Ye thought sadly and angrily: Even if the surname Yu thought about it for a second when he was helping, he would know that the high-level cold and violent player was never him, but the high school student who seemed harmless to humans and animals, right?

The joys and sorrows of people are not connected.

The meal was also tasteless.

"I'm full." Jing Ye put down his chopsticks, and when he said this, he felt that the people around him stopped chopping rice at the same time, and his back tensed immediately, thinking that Lin Chan was about to take measures.

But Lin Chan ignored him, and continued chewing with her mouth closed after a while.

There is a rule in the family that guests are not allowed to leave the table after dinner, Jing Ye is bored, but sits on pins and needles, so he can only quietly peek at Lin Chan from the corner of his eye.

Lin Chan began to study art after entering adolescence, and her already inactive personality became more introverted.But he is not passive, nor is it difficult to communicate, and he is actually very comfortable to get along with.

He eats slowly, reads slowly, walks unhurriedly, and even when he is in a daze, he always has his own rhythm. When he does something, the air flow around him seems to slow down, which makes people unbearable to break this peaceful atmosphere.But he never delays anything. It seems that he has a plan in his mind, accurate to the second, and divides the stages of life very clearly.

He is not a completely quiet person. Sometimes he will play a prank, and sometimes tell a bad joke in a serious manner.He's a crowd pleaser, and he'll hide a little present for a friend's birthday for someone to find out.

Cheerful and silent, cunning and dull, tolerant and vindictive... seem to be fused into one in Lin Chan.

Jing Ye thinks that Lin Chan has a very unique temperament, but they have known each other for more than ten years, not only him, but everyone who is a child dare not say that they fully understand Lin Chan.

Jing Ye likes to get along with Lin Chan, but he is also afraid of offending him.

"...I think the finale of the show was too hasty. When you were filming, did no one think that the second female lead died a bit perfunctorily, Xiaoye...Xiaoye?"

"Jing Ye, grandma is talking to you!"

Ye Xiaohui's voice pierced through the void and dragged Jing Ye back to the dining table.Jing Ye was still at a loss, Ye Xiaohui poked him unceremoniously: "Why are you staring at my brother in a daze?"

"Ah? Ah..."

Has he been staring at Lin Chan?

Realizing what he did just now, Jing Ye hurriedly refocused his eyes on his empty bowl, his ears were hot, and he stammered, "I, I'm a little... sleepy."

Ye Xiaohui smiled: "You feel sleepy when you're full? Then go find some work."

Jing Ye wrinkled his nose and said coquettishly, "Mom—"

Being punctured, Jing Ye thought he could overcome the embarrassment this time.Turning her face slightly again, Lin Chan put down her chopsticks, didn't give him any attention, smiled obediently and politely: "Aunt Ye, I'll do the dishes later."

Ye Xiaohui: "What a shame..."

But Grandma Lin said: "Let him come, the rule in our family is that the cook does not wash the dishes. There is nothing wrong with children doing more housework."

His eyes moved slightly, and when he suddenly met Ye Xiaohui, Jing Ye gave a "thud" in his heart for no reason.

Sure enough, the next second he heard Ye Xiaohui say naturally: "Then Jing Ye should go with his younger brother too, clean up the dining table first and then wash the dishes, sober."

Jing Ye: "...um."

Afraid of what to come.

Jing Ye knows how to do the basic housework, and does it often, but he has never been as reluctant as he is today.In order not to compete with Lin Chan, he spontaneously chose to clean the kitchen, while Lin Chan cleaned the dining room.

But no matter how reluctant she was, she couldn't avoid it. When Jing Ye was washing the pot, Lin Chan was standing in front of another sink holding a pile of dishes.

Outside, the elders started a new round of conversations. The heated atmosphere contrasted sharply with the freezing silence in the kitchen, which made Jing Ye seem to have fallen into a bottomless pit, as if his hands and feet were hanging in the air, and he had no focus.

There was a sound of friction as the dishes were put into the sink.

Then someone reached out with a bony hand and turned on the faucet.

"Whoa-"

The sound of water washed away some of the silence, Jing Ye lowered his eyes not to look at Lin Chan, and just brushed his head in suspense, not even noticing that his sleeves were wet.He buried his head in the sand again, isolating the outside world and refusing to face it.

My heart beat faster and faster like a drum, and I was thinking about the opening sentence in a mess.

After washing a frying pan and putting it aside, Jing Ye took a few unwashed rice bowls from Lin Chan's sphere of influence - this action was his premeditation to break the embarrassment, and Lin Chan calmly agreed that he crossed the line.

Fingers were submerged into the rich bubbles, Jing Ye couldn't take his eyes off, his throat was astringent, and he counted several times with the tip of his tongue against his teeth, and then he mustered up the courage to call out his name.

"Huh?" Lin Chan made a nasal sound as if nothing had happened.

With the response, Jing Ye seemed to be more relaxed. He tried to make the situation more serious, leaving enough room for himself to recover: "Well, do you now... particularly... hate me?"

Lin Chan didn't think as he expected, and asked directly: "Don't you hate me?"

The tone is flat, without thorns or yin and yang, and no strange emotions can be heard. It seems that this is a question similar to "What will I eat tomorrow morning" and "Is it going to rain tonight".

His fingers slipped, Jing Ye held the white porcelain bowl tightly, and said firmly, "I never hated you."

"is it?"

"Never really," he said emphatically, and asked cautiously, clutching at hope, "so... what about you?"

Lin Chan turned her head, her expression could be described as very gentle, but a pair of innocent drooping eyes gave Jing Ye nowhere to retreat:

"I have it."

After finishing speaking, before Jing Ye could understand her answer, Lin Chan turned off the faucet, dried the dishes and put them back into the storage rack one by one, wrapped her wrinkled fingers with paper towels, turned and left the kitchen.

When they passed each other, Jing Ye clearly heard Lin Chan's short breathing.

Like a contemptuous sneer.

"I was so scared at the time, I had goosebumps. You know, I almost went to protect the knife holder, lest he suddenly take a kitchen knife..."

Jing Ye was lying on the bed, sobbing and sobbing, he sent a voice to Jiang Ziyi: "Why is he so scary!"

As a suffering brother who suffered from Lin Chan's cold violence, Jiang Ziyi expressed sympathy for Jing Ye's feelings, but he couldn't fully understand the power of the upgraded high school student Lin Chan.

Jiang Ziyi took it for granted: "Get him something to eat and drink to make amends, how can a brother have an overnight feud?"

"...We are not blood brothers." Jing Ye said sadly, "And he hates me."

Jiang Ziyi: "He said that directly? That seems a bit serious. I have never been hated by him. Think about it again, have you ever done anything that you can't get him to forgive you even if you kneel down?"

Jing Ye felt guilty and sent a series of ellipsis.

Jiang Ziyi asked in a whimsical way: "Haven't snatched a girlfriend, did you scum him?"

Jing Ye wanted to sew his crow's beak through the network cable, but now he could no longer say no confidently like before, and could only choke out one word for a long time: "Get out!"

Only when facing Jiang Ziyi who didn't know, he could be incompetent and furious.

After all, he was the one who "agreed", he was the one who kissed Lin Chan, he was the one who made fun of Lin Chan, and he was the one who didn't send a message when he got on the train at the end——

After empathizing, Jing Ye came to the conclusion in despair: I am indeed a scumbag.

Jiang Ziyi, a dog-headed military strategist, didn't know anything about it, and was still pointing fingers: "Rome wasn't built in a day. If you think about it carefully, didn't he have any abnormal behavior for three whole years?"

Inspired, Jing Ye turned over and sat cross-legged on the bed to sort out the little things between him and Lin Chan.

At the beginning of Bei Piao, when he remembered that he had released the other party's pigeons, he was indeed a little afraid to contact Lin Chan.It wasn't until the Mid-Autumn Festival that Jing Ye sent Lin Chan a blurry picture of Beijing's moon, saying happy holidays.

Lin Chan replied: Brother happy holidays [happy]

So Jing Ye let go of most of his heart, thinking that the other party didn't care too much. From then on, every year and festival, he would send blessings to Lin Chan, and birthdays were always stuck. Whenever he encountered any funny and fun experiences, he would share them with Lin Chan as soon as possible... …Continued like this until I entered the filming group, the contact was a little less, but the important days were not missed.

The closer the time of the chat record came, Jing Ye frowned, the more he felt that something was wrong - he didn't care about where Lin Chan was or what school he went to, and subconsciously felt that the two of them were getting farther and farther apart.

He paused with his fingers and stopped at a conversation half a month ago.

Liulei Te Maotou: I really want to eat hot pot, haven’t you been back to Chongqing for a long time [crying]

Lin Chan: [Happy]

Going up from here, after looking through the conversations between you and me again, Jing Ye felt hot on his back what he always felt weird: it wasn't that they could talk with each other smoothly for three years, It's not that Lin Chan's attitude towards him is cloudy or cloudy, Lin Chan has always been very gentle, but...

It seems that since a long time ago, no matter what he sent, Lin Chan would only reply with an emoji.

[joy]

The bewildered smile on the blushing little yellow face unknowingly coincides with Lin Chan's cold eyes, not only a little unpleasant, but also a hint of "you wait for me", as if there is a knife hidden behind it.

In the winter that was about to drop in temperature rapidly, Jing Ye was suddenly sweating profusely when he saw that expression.

It's all cold sweat.

"Help, ah, big head, he really wants to kill me—!"