Song Yan originally wanted to say sothing to Han Xi, but before he could speak, the phone placed on the sofa rang. He glanced at the screen’s note, then walked to the floor-to-ceiling window with the phone and pressed the answer button.
"Brother Song Yan, wishing you a Happy New Year in advance, and... I miss you, really, really miss you. Do you miss ?"
A slightly naive voice ca from the other end of the line, Zhuang Lian hesitated for a long ti before gathering the courage to make this call. Ever since she confessed at the airport last ti, she hadn’t contacted Song Yan.
"Happy New Year, Lianlian."
Song Yan avoided the latter part of Zhuang Lian’s question, only saying Happy New Year.
There was a mont of silence in the receiver, Zhuang Lian’s fingers, placed on her lap, rubbed vigorously: "My family arranged a blind date for , but I didn’t go... I just want to be your bride."
Standing in front of the expansive floor-to-ceiling window with one hand in his pocket, Song Yan looked into the distance with complex emotions in his eyes: "Lianlian, there are too many differences between us. We are really not suitable to be together."
"Brother Song Yan, could you set aside the age gap and simply look at as a person, and ask yourself if you have even a little bit of affection for ."
"Lianlian, liking does not equate to love."
"Liking is love, love is deep liking, and liking is gentle love."
Zhuang Lian’s pure-as-dust voice brushed against Song Yan’s heart, seemingly stirring a slight ripple.
Song Yan pulled his hand out of his pants pocket and pinched his brow: "Alright, Lianlian, let’s stop talking about this. Please send my regards to your parents."
"I will convey your ssage, so let’s leave it at this."
Since Song Yan did not want to continue, Zhuang Lian really stopped speaking.
After hanging up, Song Yan stood by the window for a long ti before returning to the living room. Han Xi looked at Song Yan sitting beside him: "That was a call from Lianlian, right?"
"Yeah." Song Yan nodded.
"After Lianlian confessed, how do you really feel? If you feel nothing at all, why did it take you so long to return after staring off into space?"
"I’ve seen her as a sister since childhood. Suddenly saying she wants to be my girlfriend, I really can’t accept it. It’s a feeling you just can’t understand."
Song Yan couldn’t quite describe the feeling; there was simply no way to put it into words.
Han Xi patted Song Yan on the shoulder: "Don’t miss out on such a wonderful girl, who’s liked you since childhood. Just think about how deep her feelings for you must be, how much she depends on you."
Song Yan leaned back against the sofa, raised his hand to rub his temples, and said nothing more.
In the kitchen, Shen Qiong and Sister Zhang had already prepared the al. Shen Qiong took off her apron, smiled, and walked out: "Everyone, co and eat."
Hearing the voice, Song Mingyuan responded, stood up, and helped Old Sir Lu up from the sofa: "Let’s eat and chat."
"Good, good, after the al we should have a good ga of chess." Old Sir Lu grinned from ear to ear.
"No problem."
Everyone sat down at the dining table, a large table full of dishes, looking extrely sumptuous.
Han Xi picked up so food with chopsticks for Old Sir Lu: "Grandpa, try my Aunt Shen’s cooking, it’s very good."
"Let try." Old Sir Lu picked up his chopsticks and tasted the braised pork: "Hmm, the at is tender but not greasy, delicious."
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