Chapter 52: Fifty-second

Chapter Fifty Two
In a blink of an eye, it was the Mid-Autumn Festival.
In previous years, Song Yi had a cold meal outside with Zhao Hongyan and Song Jie, and returned because of Zhao Hongyan's unhappiness, so Song Yi had no expectations for the Mid-Autumn Festival.
This year is the same as in previous years, except that Zhao Hongyan was hospitalized. During the festival, they had two brothers and sisters, and an extra niece waiting to be fed.
Song Yi cleaned up the domineering little crabs in the kitchen and steamed them on the pot one by one. Listening to Song Jie's relaxed smile in the living room, he washed his hands and walked out.
The baby slept soundly in the stroller, Song Jie leaned on the sofa and watched the TV intently, "Brother, come on..."
"What's the matter?" Song Yi sat next to her, grabbed her shoulder and patted her.
Song Jiennu said, "How great it is for us to go out to eat like in previous years, why should we cook at home."
"It's simple and clean to cook by yourself." Song Yi lied casually.
Song Jie was reluctant, with a bitter face, "But I have never given birth to a baby, and I haven't eaten outside for a long time, and I haven't been shopping. I'm going to derail the world."
Song Yi squeezed her cheek affectionately and smiled: "You are breastfeeding, so you have to be extra careful when you eat. It will be fine after this period of time."
Song Jie bulged her cheeks hard, her head lightly resting on Song Yi's arm, feeling more comfortable, thinking for a while, and whispering: "Actually, I am very afraid of being a mother. I am afraid that I will become like a mother in the future... …"
Song Yi ran her hair lightly, feeling very sorry for this sister. Zhao Hongyan's domestic violence was not only directed at herself, "Don't think so much, you won't be like her."
"But what if" Song Jie turned her head to look at him, sniffed, "What if I want to be like her?"
Song Yi sighed and smiled softly, "With me, I will urge you, you won't become like her."
Song Jie nodded obediently, looking at Song Yi's clean profile, not knowing what was thinking, and whispered: "If you weren't my brother."
"Stupid." Song Yi tapped on the seeds of her head. It stands to reason that he is indeed not Song Jie's real brother, but after so many years, he is no different from his relatives.
Song Jie smiled embarrassedly. He turned his head while listening to the sound on the TV, and let out an exaggerated "Wow", his eyes lit up, "Brother, look at it, Gu Xingchuan!"
CCTV’s Mid-Autumn Festival is being broadcast live on TV. On the 90-inch LCD screen, Gu Xingchuan’s face is exceptionally clear, his eyebrows are bright, his lips are red and his teeth are white.
The light on the stage gradually dimmed, and a snow-white spotlight shot down from the dome, drawing a soft light edge for his angular outline, diminishing the original aggressive features, and looking softer.
He rarely wore formal attire, his lower body was straight and straight trousers, his upper body was a casual pure white shirt, and he unbuttoned a few buttons, which made him feel semi-sexy and semi-abstinent.
His shoulders fluctuate slightly with his breathing, and the cello and violin in the background music play in unison, like flowing water.
The piano sound followed into the accompaniment, like a long street under the moonlight, cold, empty and solemn.
Gu Xingchuan narrowed his head slightly, his expression focused, his thin lips lifted, and the smooth voice was integrated into the accompaniment.
"You stand on the bridge and watch the scenery
People watching you
Bright moon decorates your window
You decorated my dream
..."
Song Yi seldom listened to Gu Xingchuan Zheng'er's Eight Classics. I have to say that this song is very good, sincere, sad but not sad, and has a youthful fragility, as if written in a summer evening breeze. Poems.
"This is a new song, right?" Song Jie looked excited, the stars in her eyes were about to pop out of her eyes, "It's so nice!"
Song Yi laughed out loud and turned to look at her, "You are so happy because the song is so good."
Song Jie shyly pushed his shoulders, pretending to be angry, "Brother, I'm all a kid, it must be nice, not handsome!"
"What are you talking about." Song Yi lowered his head and smiled softly.
Song Jie rubbed her face in embarrassment, thinking of something, and said anxiously: "I think he looks good, but the Internet says he has a bad temper. You two have worked together. He didn't lose his temper with you."
Song Yi squeezed 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 a chance, take me to see him live, there is not much difference between him and the TV."
Artists with makeup and without makeup, most of them are completely different, plus the later p-picture refinement, many fans see even pixel Yan directly off the powder.
Gu Xingchuan’s face can withstand the test. There is no difference between the outside of the camera and the inside of the camera. In some cases, the expression management in the camera is very good. Once he is away from the camera, he looks cold. Looking at others through his nostrils is hateful. Teeth itching.
Song Yi took out his mobile phone and looked at it. Forget about the time, "If you want to see him, don't leave tonight."
"Ah" Song Jie was stunned, looking at him blankly.
Song Yi also counted the time of the traffic jam. After forty minutes, the living room door banged and the door was pushed from the outside. Gu Xingchuan walked in with a cold air, and took off his coat and jacket at the entrance. He took a set of the apron and put it on his body very smoothly, and walked into the kitchen, with a set of movements flowing smoothly, as if at home.
"Song Yi, the crabs are not tied up. They are crawling everywhere in the pot. I told you to wait until I come back and I will steam them."
He was still wearing the clothes on the stage, leaving the shining stage, he looked refreshing and simple.
Song Jie came out of the bathroom, stood in front of the sliding door of the kitchen and paused, stunned.
Gu Xingchuan glanced back at her, frowned slightly, "Why are you here?"
"My sister is celebrating the festival with us today." Song Yi reminded Gu Xingchuan not to go too far.
Gu Xingchuan twisted his neck to tidy up the crabs quickly, and said coldly, "The crabs are not enough for three people."
Song Yi knew what his temper was, and smiled slightly, "It's okay, I don't like to eat, you and Xiaojie eat more."
Gu Xingchuan glared at him, and the lid slammed on the pot with a rough "bang" to express dissatisfaction.
Song Jie was stupid and didn't understand what was going on. She clutched Song Yi's sleeve with a depressed expression of excitement, and whispered, "I think he is more handsome than on TV. He can cook."
"It's quite delicious. You will taste it later." Although Song Yi can cook, it is limited to exquisite Western food. It is very petty bourgeoisie. It is not very good when it comes to Chinese food. Good at this, Gu Xingchuan is very good at this. After reading the recipe, he will make the dishes full of flavors and flavors. If you lose your job that day, you can open a small restaurant to be the chef.
Song Jie regained consciousness and blinked her eyes playfully, "You are really just friends."
Song Yi smiled and didn't say a word, Anton Song Jie sat down to rest, turned and walked into the kitchen to help the chef. He still did the chopping and washing.
Two people cook together, and the speed is much faster. After a while, the table is full of dishes. The delicious hairy crabs are like emerald green bamboo shoots, and there are tender and tender fried shrimps. The color and fragrance are beautiful. It's mouthwatering.
Sitting at a dinner table with Gu Xingchuan, Song Jie was a little nervous at first, slowly relaxed, and secretly observed Song Yi and Gu Xingchuan.
The hand that just held the microphone is now peeling crabs neatly,
All the peeled pieces were placed on the public disk. Gu Xingchuan moved smoothly with his hands, frowning slightly, "I'm going to Hokkaido to shoot an advertisement next week."
Song Yi was in a good mood. The two people around me liked this Mid-Autumn Festival, "It's good, you can play for a few more days and come back."
Gu Xingchuan looked up at him, stretched out a few tissues to wipe his slender fingers, and said in a low tone, "I will come back after shooting the commercial. There is nothing fun."
"Also."
"What's it called"
Song Yi looked at Song Jie inexplicably, and said softly, "You can come back anytime you want. This is your personal business."
Gu Xingchuan lowered his head, curled his lips, and hummed, "Is it best if I don't come back?"
Song Yi took a chopsticks and shrimp and handed it to his bowl, and said indifferently, "If you don't come back, I can find you and eat."
Gu Xingchuan's mouth curled, and he smiled in front of Song Jie's face, and nodded coolly, "Yes, you're very virtuous."
Song Yi thought that you made this table and rice. If you want to be virtuous, you are virtuous. He then thought, if Gu Xingchuan is a beta or an omega, he has this temper. He doesn't like it and can't stand it, but being an alpha is quite interesting. .
Someone set off festive fireworks outside, and half of the sky was brilliant. Song Jie hurriedly covered the baby's ears for fear of awakening the baby.
Gu Xingchuan took out his mobile phone from his pocket and sent a message proficiently, and issued an eviction order, "It is eleven o'clock, and Song Jie is a girl's house. It is dangerous to take the child home by myself. My assistant will send her back soon."
Song Jie looked embarrassed and said, "Thank you."
Song Yi glared at Gu Xingchuan. Gu Xingchuan's face was taken for granted. Song Yi reluctantly hugged Song Jie's shoulders and carefully exhorted a few words to tell her not to worry about it, and bring her baby to play at home.
After Song Jie was sent away, Gu Xingchuan cleaned up the mess on the table, pulled a stool, and sat on the balcony to watch the moon side by side with Song Yi.
In the middle of the night, the community was extremely quiet, there were no whistle and noisy people, the dark blue night sky was like a blue velvet, and the moon was golden candy dotted on it.
Song Yi took off his glasses and gently rubbed his temples with both hands. This was the most pleasant Mid-Autumn Festival he had ever had. The whole family happily had a meal, it was such a simple peace of mind.
Gu Xingchuan turned his head to look at him seriously. He didn't pay much attention to what people looked like before. He had only one nose and two eyes. It was the same whether they looked good or not.
But when he met Song Yi, his aesthetics for humans seemed to have revived. When he met a beautiful omega, he couldn’t help but compare with Song Yi. It’s the best look than Song Yi. How do you look so pleasing to your eyes? Every place is as good as his hobby, impeccable.
Only the red marks on the bridge of Song Yi's nose from the spectacle frame looked unpleasant.
He stretched out his hand and gently pressed the shallow red marks. Song Yi squinted at him inquiringly. The eyelashes were distinct in the moonlight, and the eyes were long and curved slightly, like a hook. Yes, breathtaking.
Gu Xingchuan's breathing stopped and licked his lips, "You can wear invisible in the future."
Song Yi wears contact lenses. In most cases, he can't remember to wear them, so he nodded, "Okay."
He had a good night's sleep that night, and the next day Mr. Shen's Wuli Qingchalou called him and asked him to sign the contract to finalize the follow-up cooperation.
Song Yi was going to wear glasses, but remembering what Gu Xingchuan had said, she put on a pair of contact lenses, packed them up, and arrived at the Wuli Qingchalou in the afternoon.
It was the middle-aged man and Shen Si Ye last time, this time they changed a pot of Biluochun, light tea and light rice, full of Zen.
Shen Siye was very cautious, just a thick contract, and he put it on the table with amazing momentum.
Song Yi took the contract and looked at it carefully, looking attentively.
Shen Siye held the blue and white porcelain tea cup, knocked the lid of the cup lightly, and looked at Song Yi thoughtfully.
The middle-aged man lowered his head and whispered cautiously: "Is it more like without glasses?"
Fourth Master Shen nodded slowly, and said softly, "This kid has a pair of Ruifeng eyes, just like Xiaodu and his short-lived father."
The middle-aged man smiled in agreement, "Si Ye, you are also Ruifeng eyes. This eye is rare. The young master's look is your inheritance."
Shen Siye knocked his hand on the lid of the cup, looked at the middle-aged man, and asked coldly: "Inherited"
"Yeah, don't you know that these eyes look like dad."
"I heard it for the first time." Shen Siye put down the cup and looked at Song Yi. He had to say that the more he looked more like it, the last time he wore glasses, it made people feel like seven to eight. This time, he looked like A copy, not only like himself, but most like his son who died early, with exactly the same eyebrows and Shen Du.
Not only does he look alike, but his temperament is exactly the same as that of the Shen family.
Some thoughts, as long as they appear, they can't stop like a scourge.
Shen Siye tapped his finger on the table, took the copy of Song Yi's ID card quietly, and glanced at the date of birth, "Your birthday has not been changed."
"No." Song Yi devoted himself to the contract and replied without looking up.
Song Yi’s birthday is only one week away from Shen Li.
Fourth Master Shen knocked on the side, "Is your house always in the imperial capital?"
Song Yi raised her head. She didn't know what Shen Siye was asking about, but she explained truthfully, "My family is not local. I used to be in Suzhou. Later my parents came to work in the Imperial Capital, and I came with him."
Hearing the words Su Shi, Fourth Master Shen's face sank, like a black cloud pressing down on the city, without saying a word for a while.