Indecent and affectionate

Chapter 39

Unexpectedly being caught by a friend of the secret, Yu Zhile did not rush to admit or deny it.

Just keep calm, waiting for her next reaction.

Zhang Sitian seemed to have secretly photographed some gossip paparazzi in the entertainment circle, switching the two photos back and forth for comparison, after several times, she turned her head with a strange smile on her face: "Are you and Jing Sheng together?"

Yu Zhile didn't answer this question directly, and just answered lightly: "We had dinner together."

——She was not keen on sharing her love life with her friends.

It has always been like this, including his ex Yan An, who took the initiative to ask her friends to hang out together, and that's how Zhang Sitian found out about their relationship.

Yu Zhile herself is not a talkative person, let alone pour out her inner feelings everywhere.

And it's not difficult to know from the mouth of Uncle Zhang before that the girl Zhang Sitian may have a big heart and her mouth is not strict.Now that she is at the critical point of fighting against demolition, she doesn't want more people to know that she and Jing Sheng are in a relationship, for fear of causing unnecessary doubts and troubles.

"Just had dinner?" Zhang Sitian's smile deepened, expressing her disbelief.

Yu Zhile knew that she was going to lie, but her voice was relatively stable: "He invited me to dinner."

Zhang Sitian caressed the camera frame with her fingertips: "Take pictures of each other while eating—" She held up Jing Sheng's photo: "You took this for him."

"I took it." Yu Zhile confessed, but she didn't add a reason, and sometimes the explanation seemed like a cover-up.

"Then he shoots you again?" Zhang Sitian asked with a hint of aggression: "The relationship between you two is really extraordinary now."

Yu Zhile looked at her calmly: "I don't hate him."

"Well... yes," Zhang Sitian returned the micro slip, "Who would hate handsome rich guys?"

Her faint sarcasm made Yu Zhile feel uncomfortable.

But she didn't refute, the most urgent thing is to guard the fact that she has been in love with Jing Sheng.

The attitude she showed in front of Zhang Sitian was nothing more than a foreshadowing and buffer, and it would not have much impact on her.

What's more, people in the town now believe that there is an "improper" relationship between her and Jing Sheng.

People like to imagine what they want to see, so they think so.

Seeing her cautious and solemn expression, Zhang Sitian grinned and tapped her on the back: "Don't be so serious, even if you are really with a rich man, I still hope that it is because you really love him. "

These words amused Yu Zhile, and she asked, "Can't I be with him for money?"

Didn't expect her to say that, Zhang Sitian was taken aback: "You don't look like this kind of person, besides, I always feel that it is difficult for the rich second generation to be sincere, and I am afraid that you will suffer, I would rather you find someone who is honest man."

"Sitian, maybe we never understood each other," Yu Zhile suddenly called her full name, put the DSLR back in the bag: "It's not just you and me."

"What?" Zhang Sitian really didn't understand.

"Your father came to my house the day before yesterday and told a group of people about Jing Sheng's pursuit of me," Yu Zhile said in a low voice, "But in the past, Yan An and I were afraid that your parents didn't even know about it until we broke up."

Zhang Sitian suddenly realized: "Zhile, are you too sensitive? I just told my mother that this matter is very dramatic. Don't you think it's like a plot in an idol drama?"

Yu Zhile didn't say much anymore, she thought of the "fate is good" that Zhang Sitian used behind her - this description.

There was a faint smile on the corner of her lips: "You have positioned me from the beginning."

"Jing Sheng, tall, rich and handsome."

"I, the lucky woman whom he took a fancy to."

"He chased me for fun."

"I responded that I was also coveting his wealth and appearance."

"That's not how it's written in idol dramas."

"...Zhile." Zhang Sitian smiled mischievously.

"I don't deny the above conclusion," Yu Zhile said in a casual tone, "but ever since Jing Sheng and I have been in contact, you have always contradicted yourself, saying that you are afraid of getting hurt, and at the same time thinking that I am extremely lucky. You are also relatively low-level."

"No, this statement may be a bit inaccurate, let's change it."

"I can upgrade, but I can never be higher than you," Yu Zhile said without rushing, "I remember a few years ago, when Yan An and I held hands and appeared in front of you for the first time, your blessing looked like Witnessed our wedding in the church."

The corners of Zhang Sitian's lips curled down, and his eyes turned cold: "What do you mean?"

"You hoped for a long time that I would stop having any contact with Jing Sheng, didn't you?" Yu Zhile looked back straight and confidently.

"I didn't mean that!" Zhang Sitian tried to defend, her eyes were red: "You are going to lose your temper with me because of a man now? Break up the relationship?"

Yu Zhile denied: "No, I am very calm and cherish our friendship."

Zhang Sitian only felt that the woman's eyes seemed to be able to see and understand: "Then what do you want to explain?"

Yu Zhile pursed her lips: "As a friend, I have never pointed out your feelings. I hope you can respect my choice and privacy."

"Okay," her quick and simple words had already caused tears to ooze from Zhang Sitian's left eye, and she muttered wrongedly: "I agree, no matter who you fall in love with, I will never interfere again."

Yu Zhile stared at her for another moment, then took out the tissue in his pocket and handed it to her.

She thought that what she had said was very clear, and then she turned her gaze to the door: "Let's go, Teacher Yuan and the others are here."

The stage was set up at the entrance of the town.

Nonglixi originated from the very ancient local drama of Ning City - Ningju.

As early as a hundred years ago, Huang's ancestors took the essence of Ningju opera and created another opera with singing style and style.

After the completion of Chenfang, the descendants of the Huang family settled in the alley, and they would set up a stage to sing operas during festivals, so they named it "Nongli Opera". In the past ten years, technology has developed rapidly, and everyone watches TV at home and surfs the Internet on rest days. , this custom gradually faded away.

The Huang family has a unique good throat and good temperament. In the past, residents in the town followed suit, but they couldn't imitate the strong charm and gestures.

——After careful selection, Yuan Muran believes that this project has the most local characteristics and the highest success rate of Chenfang Town's application for world heritage.

So everyone attaches great importance to it.

Uncle Huang's youngest son also came to help set up the stage. His skin is more than snow. When he was a teenager, he went to the first-tier cities to learn dance and appeared on local shows.

No wonder the posture and charm are all outstanding.

Yu Zhile held the camera in his hand and took a few random photos of him.

Yuan Muran noticed her behavior, came over and asked, "Candidly take pictures of handsome guys?"

The man is tall, and no one can be ignored if he stops next to him.Yu Zhile lowered his hands, and replied softly, "Are you going to inform me?"

Yuan Muran chuckled: "I'm not that ignorant."

"I think so too." Yu Zhile turned around, changed positions, and patted other people.

Yuan Muran followed without haste: "What are you doing filming these? They can't be used as materials."

Yu Zhile also held the camera in front of his eyes, turning the lens intently: "Leave a memory."

Yuan Muran followed the direction she focused on: "I'm curious, how did you come up with the way to apply for the world heritage?"

"Survival from a desperate situation." With a soft click, the woman replied four words.

Yuan Muran said: "It may not be life."

"It's okay to die slowly."

Yuan Muran looked far away: "Actually, [-]% of the people in this town want to demolish it. Why don't you want to?"

"I didn't think about it," Yu Zhile brought out the camera and glanced sideways at him: "But it doesn't mean I think about it."

Yuan Muran: "Maybe I'll be happy in the end."

Yu Zhile replied: "An old man has a terminal illness. He knows it can't be cured, but the younger generation still asks the doctor to try it. What is the price for spending so much energy? Just like Xu Lao said, it's just as good as it is."

Yuan Muran laughed: "Your analogy is very vivid, but this topic is also very heavy. Let's talk about something interesting. Did you know that Nong Li Opera had no name before?"

Yu Zhile raised his eyebrows: "I don't know."

"Do you know why?" He was like his father, like a teacher, persuasive and persuasive.

"Well, why."

Yuan Muran replied: "Because the surname is not elegant, I can't think of a suitable official name. Yellow tunes, yellow tunes, and yellow operas don't sound like orthodox dramas. So it has not been sung for a long time, and it is only performed in the clan. .”

As he spoke, Yu Zhile thought of a person who confessed that he was "very dirty" in front of others without any psychological pressure, and she couldn't help but smile.

"Is it funny?" Yuan Muran noticed her reaction.

Yu Zhile nodded, but it wasn't because of this that he laughed.

After returning home in the evening, Yu Zhile finished screening the photos and went to the kitchen to help her mother.

Yu's mother was worrying about the gas stove that still couldn't turn on the fire. It was just filled with gas a few years ago, so how could it encounter such a difficult problem.

Yu Zhile walked over to replace him, and turned around a few times.

Turning around, I went to the drawer of the cabinet and took out a box of AA batteries, took out the old one, replaced it with a new one, and turned on the ignition again, and it caught fire easily.

"Zhile, you really know everything." Yu's mother was full of praise for her daughter's performance. "It's a blessing to marry you."

She suddenly remembered seeing Principal Yuan’s son chatting with her family Zhile Station for a long time in the afternoon. It just so happened that Principal Yuan had a very good impression of his daughter recently. She thought this was a blessing and wanted to find out her daughter’s attitude:

"Zhile, what do you think of this kid Yuan Muran?"

"How about what?" Yu Zhile walked aside and sliced ​​the cabbage leaves that her mother had just washed.

"I heard that I haven't found a date yet. I'm 30 years old this year, which matches your age." Mother Yu couldn't help laughing as she spoke, as if the matter had already been mentioned.

The corner of Yu Zhile's mouth twitched slightly: "Come on, people look down on our family."

"How do you know that you don't like it?" Yu's mother began to label her daughter: "Apart from your low education, what is wrong with you, you are tall, beautiful, able to make money, and have ideas. Girls' education is not important at all. .”

Heh, Yu Zhile just wants to laugh.

Seeing her contemptuous attitude, Yu's mother was a little anxious: "Don't laugh, Tiantian's mother next door went to ask Teacher Yuan about it today, and it seems that she really wants to introduce Tiantian to his son. I went to college, looks good, and owns a shop. But Muran didn't take the initiative to talk to Tiantian, he talked to you for so long this afternoon..."

"Mom..." Yu Zhile put the kitchen knife back on the cutting board and couldn't help interrupting her.

"Ok?"

"In your eyes, I'm just a commodity. I've been marked with a price and written a description. When I see a customer who is a little more decently dressed, he probably walks to the front of the store and stops for two seconds. You think desperately. Take me out," Yu Zhile paused for a moment, "Zhang Sitian is the same, we have to compete for sale, right?"

Yu mother tongue was blocked for a moment, and he raised his voice: "But you are really old, you are over 25!"

To prevent her mother from chattering, Yu Zhile directly interrupted: "I have a partner."

"Eh?"

"I'm talking about someone, okay?"

"Who is it?" Mother Yu was dumbfounded.

Yu Zhile glanced at her impatiently: "It doesn't matter who it is, but I don't want to hear you talk about it again."

Yu's mother was still worried: "Don't be that uneasy again, I still remember your teacher who taught musical instruments."

Yu Zhile can't quite understand her mother's way of thinking: "A man's heart, whether it is settled or not, also needs time to consider, and everyone does."

Yu's mother is obviously still worried about Yuan's parents and sons: "I see Muran as a very stable and steady person, good boy, don't worry."

"I'm not a good boy." The blade finished with two thumps on the chopping board, and Yu Zhile returned the cabbage to the draining basket.

"Why are you not?" Yu Mu remembered what happened on New Year's Eve, and her heart tightened with sadness: "Mom thinks you are."

Yu Zhile: "..."

Whatever it is, for her, there is nothing more tiring than being a "good boy".

At the same time, Jing Sheng was also lying on the bed at home, bored, playing WeChat to grab red envelopes with a group of friends who were also bored in the WeChat group.

The game link is very simple. In the group, one person sends out 400 soft girl coins red envelopes, which are divided into eight places. Everyone goes to grab it. Whoever grabs the most will continue to send it out. At the same time, the one who grabs the least will be punished and must answer the most. One question--

Back and forth.

Just this game of burning money and gambling on luck, a group of young masters who were in a hurry, just played it all afternoon.

In this round, a friend named Xu Chuo overwhelmed everyone with a score of 126.13, while Jing Sheng ranked first and last from the bottom...

Jing Sheng was very lucky today. After a few hours, he won the first place often, and he never experienced a crane tail.

Seeing him at the end, Lin Yue gloated immediately: Hahahahahahahaha.

Jing Sheng replied awkwardly: Oh, God can't see that I'm so lucky.

Lin Yue slapped his face angrily, and encouraged Xu Chuo: "Quickly ask, ask him the most difficult question in history."

Xu Chuo is a kind person. After thinking about it for a while, in the typing group: When is Shengzi going to get married?
Lin Yue was speechless: ... just this question?Are you fucking kidding me? ?
Xu Chuo: It's very embarrassing, isn't it embarrassing to get married?
Jing Sheng: Anytime.

Xu Chuo: ...what does "anytime" mean?
Jing Sheng: Always be prepared.

Xu Chuo: With whom?
Jing Sheng: My girlfriend.

Zhou Xinming jumped out: No way, are you really going to get married?Didn't you say that you will be single until the age of 40 with your brothers?

Jing Sheng: I want to get married, especially now that I'm lying on the bed alone, I want her to lie next to me and be held in my arms.

Xu Chuo: Just ask a woman to lie down with you.

Jing Sheng: You know what a bird, I'm talking about the bed at home, my bed, my home!Another woman to lie down with?

Zhou Xinming: I don't understand you. I haven't found someone to marry yet. Lin Yue came out and said why he married Ms. Kong.

Lin Yue regretted: the words of parents, the fate of the family is hard to break.

Xu Chuo: Fart, sister-in-law, you have dated quite a few girls before, why didn’t you marry them?

Unable to make ends meet, Lin Yue had no choice but to admit truthfully: I love her, why marry a woman if I don't love her, I don't lack anything.

Jing Sheng agrees very much: Well, I love her.

Zhou Xinming didn't understand: Tell us what it's like to see true love, I'm afraid I'll miss it if I don't pay attention.

Next, the group was silent.

So much so that everyone thought that Jing Sheng might accidentally fall asleep for a second and was about to start the next round of grabbing red envelopes, Jing Sheng sent a very long message that almost dominated the screen:
"Tell me about my girlfriend. I had conflicts with her at first, and I didn't like her. I just thought she was good-looking and had a fresh temper. The more she ignored me, the more I wanted to get her. Slowly, I saw her I just feel happy for some reason, the more I look at her, the more I feel that she is very good, I can't find any shortcomings, I want to marry her, in front of her, I can be a man or a child, I am even willing to be a clown, don't laugh, I was a clown to make her smile, really, as long as she smiles at me once in a while, I am satisfied, this day is not in vain, this feeling, I guess it is true love."

(End of this chapter)