Pure-Hearted Cockroach Sizzling Hot: "Are you still my good buddy? You said you'd never be a fan of celebrities, but now you're more ruthless than anyone else when it comes to it!"
My best friend said, "When you get rid of that awful habit of falling in love with every girl you meet, you won't be broke every month..."
The girl pouted and ignored her best friend. With an hour left before she got home, she started watching a TV series.
She has already read the first part of " The Invisible Bystander " three times, and every time she reads it, she discovers something new.
Song Shi'an's neck hurt after sleeping on one side for a while, so he turned to the other side.
The girl couldn't stop her gaze from drifting towards him. She wondered if she was just too engrossed in watching dramas lately, but the handsome guy next to her seemed remarkably like Song Shi'an.
Song Shi'an was fast asleep, but he always felt a gaze watching him. He suddenly opened his eyes and scanned his surroundings.
The girl was nearly scared to death. She quickly lowered her head, pretending to be engrossed in watching the show, and randomly poked at the screen with her finger.
Song Shi'an's gaze fell on the screen playing on the tablet next to him, and he couldn't sleep either.
He hadn't seen the later episodes either, and it was quite amazing to see himself acting in a show from this perspective for the first time.
Su Wenli was being questioned by the police in the interrogation room. His eyes behind his gold-rimmed glasses were cold and composed, and every answer he gave was watertight.
For an hour, the girl didn't dare to move, silently shifting the tablet's view towards Song Shi'an, and the two of them just watched like that.
A barrage of comments scrolled by: "Awesome!", "The epitome of a refined scoundrel!", "How can this guy lie without even blinking?" Song Shi'an felt a little embarrassed.
I didn't really feel anything while filming, but after the final cut, with the soundtrack and editing, I realized how it was.
When the girl put away her tablet, Song Shi'an knew she was almost there, and sure enough, he heard the arrival announcement a little while later.
"Is this the stop?" He stood up and rubbed his wrist.
The girl nodded a little shyly. "Yes, thank you for your help."
Song Shi'an took the heavy suitcase off the luggage rack and handed it to her.
The girl stood there for a long time, struggling with her thoughts, but in the end she only said "thank you" and dragged her suitcase toward the car door.
Song Shi'an couldn't sleep after all that commotion. He glanced at the time; there were still two hours until their arrival.
He took out some cookies he had baked himself from his backpack and started eating them. The cookies smelled deliciously milky as soon as he opened the packaging. He pulled down his mask and ate a few. He concluded that homemade cookies were the best.
This long journey is no man's play; you need an iron butt. He stood up, strolled around the middle of the carriages to stretch his stiff legs, and then went back to sleep.
Finally hearing the arrival call, Song Shi'an dragged his suitcase out of the station, feeling a little uneasy, wondering if his Father Song would be difficult to get along with. After exiting the station, he looked around but couldn't find him.
"Son, over here." A voice suddenly came from behind.
Song Shi'an turned his head and saw his Father Song, wearing a dark blue down jacket, standing by the railing at the exit.
He has a square face, healthy wheat-colored skin, and fine wrinkles around his eyes when he smiles, giving the first impression of being easy to get along with.
"Dad, how long have you been waiting?" Song Shi'an walked over with a smile.
"Just arrived, just arrived." Father Song reached out and took his suitcase. "Your mother's been nagging me a lot. She's been nagging since this morning, saying the chicken was cooked too early and might get cold, or that she bought too much food and it might not keep. I'm so tired of hearing her nagging."
You can tell what happened that day just by listening to Father Song said.
What time did I go to buy groceries? What time did I go to kill the chicken? What time did I go to the station to wait? Was there traffic on the way? Old Li's dog from next door ran wild in his yard again and ruined his mother's flowers.
He poured out everything, big and small, all at once.
The small suitcase was placed in front of the electric scooter. Song Shi'an sat on the back seat. As soon as he put on his helmet, Father Song twisted the throttle and the scooter sped off.
He leaned back so hard he almost got thrown off, but quickly grabbed the armrest of the back seat.
Father Song, oblivious to the situation, was still telling him that turning left at the next intersection would lead to the town's largest supermarket, which had just opened last year; it used to be a fertilizer store.
Song Shi'an looked around and found it to be quite prosperous. The journey from the county town to the township and then to South Pond Village only took about twenty minutes.
The rural area wasn't some remote, isolated place. It was about two kilometers from the town center, with a vegetable market, a supermarket, and a whole street of milk tea shops along the roadside. He suspected someone had died of thirst on that street...
When he arrived at the destination, he rubbed his eyes, thinking he was hallucinating.
The scenery is picturesque, with white-walled and gray-tiled houses scattered along a small river. A stone arch bridge spans the river, and a large banyan tree grows at the bridgehead, giving it a Jiangnan (southern China) feel.
The countryside is mostly farmhouses with traditional courtyards, but many families have also built small villas with yards, covered in beige tiles, and filled with flowers and plants.
When I arrived at my own doorstep, I was surprised to find that in just two months, the old house with cracked walls was completely different from the one I remembered.
Father Song. and Mother Song. Song did have some aesthetic sense; they decorated it like a guesthouse in a scenic area, with white walls, gray tiles, a small courtyard, a small pavilion in the courtyard, and a clump of bamboo planted next to the pavilion.
The two-story building isn't big, but it looks comfortable.
"How was it? Didn't disappoint you?" Father Song parked his electric scooter and rubbed his hands together. "After all, I've worked as a laborer in other cities for so many years, building this kind of house is pretty easy for me."
Song Shi'an took down the suitcase and started praising, "It's really good, it has to be you, Dad."
"Son's back!" Hearing the noise, Mother Song poked her head out from the kitchen, her apron still tied around her waist. "Hurry up, you must be tired after such a long drive. Mom just made you a whole table of dishes."
Father Song pushed his electric scooter into the yard, muttering under his breath, "He only cares about your son."
Mother Song glanced at Father Song, Father Song then fell silent and obediently parked the car next to the pavilion.
Song Shi'an asked where his room was, then carried his suitcase up to the second floor.
The room faces the sun, with the window overlooking the stream and the distant fields.
I opened the window, and the winter wind, carrying the scent of earth and vegetation, rushed in.
This place is quite suitable for retirement; the scenery is pleasant and the air is fresh. He walked around the room and saw that the bedside table was newly bought, the wardrobe was made of solid wood, and there was a potted green plant on the desk.
He pushed open the door opposite and took a look around, strolling up and down the stairs, surveying his territory, and was quite satisfied with his new home.
I took a picture of the view from the window and posted it in the F4 Group chat. "How's the view from my house!"
Unexpectedly, Jiang Ye replied very quickly this time, "You live in the scenic area? Can I visit your place without buying a ticket?"
Chi Xun closely behind. "Dude, didn't you say you were from the countryside? Is this what it's like in the countryside now...?"
Pei Zhiyan, unusually, chimed in. "The scenery is lovely, perfect for relaxing and retiring."
Song Shi'an smiled helplessly as he looked at the comments from the young masters in the group chat.