She angrily threw her phone on the table, thinking, "A bunch of clueless idiots."
Song Shi'an glanced over at the noise, wondering what was wrong with this person now. Just then, a shout came from outside, "The takeout is here!"
"Just leave it outside in the yard!" Song Shi'an stood up and called out, then turned to Sun Sinuo and said, "Go get it yourself, I'm going back to my bedroom."
As Sun Sinuo watched his retreating figure as he turned and went back to his room, she suddenly felt a little wronged.
Even though she's his sister, and they haven't seen each other for many years, he doesn't seem to give her a kind look at all.
In the videos posted by other netizens, he always appears smiling and gentle.
"Brother!" she called out, stopping Song Shi'an was heading back to his bedroom, "Do you hate me?!"
Song Shi'an turned his head. Was it really that obvious? It seems his acting skills have declined a bit.
"What do you mean by that?" he asked calmly.
"You haven't smiled at me since the moment we met!" Sun Sinuo looked at him, her nose stinging with tears. "You just hate me!"
Song Shi'an sighed and said earnestly, "When you learn to respect others, they will naturally respect you. Also, you should probably delete some photos from your WeChat Moments; you forgot to block me."
Heaven knows when the two of them added each other on WeChat. I just saw a huge picture of a thunderbolt on his face in his Moments. It took me a while to confirm that it wasn't him. I almost didn't recognize him. This guy is a master at photoshopping!
After saying that, she went straight back to her bedroom. What a terrible day! This so-called cousin seemed polite and well-behaved, but she seemed to take her mother's words at the dinner table for granted and thought they were all right. If she wasn't taught a lesson, she would definitely go astray in the future.
Sun Sinuo sat alone on the sofa for a long time, then she opened D Station and found the video of Song Shi'an picking her up at the airport.
In the video, he smiles as he bends down to collect the envelopes from his fans, saying "Thank you for your hard work" as he does so.
That smile was so infectious; you could feel his love for his fans even through the screen.
She opened WeChat and deleted the post.
Around 4 PM, Song Qiaoyun called from downstairs, " Sinuo, come home!"
Sun Sinuo sat in the car without saying a word. Sun Weiguo quickly noticed something was wrong and glanced at her in the rearview mirror. " Sinuo, what's wrong? Did you have a fight with your brother this afternoon?"
"Mom," Sun Sinuo finally spoke, "Why do you hate your aunt so much...?"
"What does a child know!" Song Qiaoyun didn't expect her daughter to ask such a question.
"Mom, my uncle and aunt are very polite to us, they're good people, and there's no deep-seated hatred between them. We should just get along well." Sun Sinuo shook her head.
Looking into her daughter's earnest eyes, Song Qiaoyun remained silent for a long while before sighing, "Do you think I want to argue with her? I don't know what she was thinking, marrying my poor brother and suffering for twenty years without even knowing what it was for!"
Sun Sinuo was completely bewildered; what was all this about...?
When she asked again, her parents refused to say anything, only telling her to mind her own business.
That evening, Song Shi'an was having dinner with his parents when his phone suddenly vibrated several times; several WeChat from Sun Sinuo had popped up.
"I'm sorry! I apologize to my aunt on behalf of my mother. Although I don't know why, my mother didn't mean anything by it."
"And about me posting the photos without permission, that was wrong of me, please forgive me!"
Followed by a dozen or so apologetic emojis, the screen was filled with little figures kowtowing.
Song Shi'an raised an eyebrow after reading it.
"Is something the matter?" Mother Song asked, noticing him staring at his phone.
"It's nothing." Song Shi'an shook his head, put down his phone, and continued eating.
After finishing dinner and taking a shower, I was lying in bed when Sun Sinuo sent me another message, all of them "sorry" emojis, more than thirty in total.
He replied helplessly, "I can't accept my aunt's apology on behalf of my mother. I forgive you for what you did. Next time, please get permission before posting. It's getting late, get some rest."
Sun Sinuo rolled around on the bed with her phone in her arms. She knew it! Her brother was the best!
All she saw were the words "I forgive you," and she filtered out anything that followed, like "It's getting late, get some rest," as her brother's gentle concern.
I followed all of Song Shi'an's platform accounts overnight, joined his fan club and fan group, and then generously sent him a large red envelope.
The surrounding posters and endorsements were all bought up. Song Shi'an's overseas data had always been handled by a few international students, but suddenly a wealthy woman appeared, and everyone was overjoyed.
Song Shi'an slept soundly until dawn, feeling great. Without those troublesome relatives, the world felt peaceful.
He stretched and suddenly realized, why hadn't he heard the rooster crow today? The rooster that crowed so punctually every day, more diligent than an alarm clock, had actually skipped work today.
Curious, he opened the window and looked down. The weather was lovely, and sunlight streamed into the yard.
Then he saw a scene that shocked him: Mother Song was squatting in the yard, trying to pluck feathers from a lively chicken.
The chicken flapped its wings and squawked pitifully in her hands, feathers flying everywhere. The chicken was truly facing its maker...
He quickly put on his coat and ran downstairs. When he got to the yard, the chicken had just broken free from Mother Song's hand and was running around wildly in the yard.
He darted forward and caught the chicken that was trying to escape. "Mom, what are you doing?"
Mother Song gave an awkward laugh, a chicken feather still stuck to her face. "I clearly bled it, and I just scalded it with boiling water before plucking the feathers, but I don't know how it came back to life."
Song Shi'an looked down at the rooster in his hand, which was glaring angrily at him.
There was indeed a shallow cut below the neck, but it clearly didn't reach any vital organs.
Boiling water scalded off a patch of feathers from the chicken's neck, revealing a completely bare neck that looked both pitiful and hilarious.
"Mom, did you cut the wrong spot when you bled the chicken?" He picked up the chicken and examined it.
"I... I don't know either." Mother Song rubbed her wrist. "Your father used to do it, but he went to town to buy New Year's goods today. It looked pretty simple in the video."
Song Shi'an looked at the rooster in his hand, which had a bald patch on its neck but was still stubbornly flapping its wings, and then at his Mother Song, who looked guilty.
He tied on an apron, grabbed a knife from the kitchen, and said, "Mom, go inside and rest. I'll take this chicken; we'll have braised chicken for lunch."