14 years time difference

Chapter 74 17-5

Du Siren's white suitcase was spotless, with a row of cute stickers neatly pasted on the side and top. Chen Jia reached out to pick it up, turned and walked in front, and the two of them didn't make much eye contact.

The room was a bit messy, and in the eyes of Dusi people, there were more than one point, except that the extra bed had obviously been replaced with new bedding, and Chen Jia's clothes were scattered everywhere on the sofa and carpet. Dusi people left After a few steps, I picked up four pieces and hung them on the hangers.

After five-in-four ended, the program team moved back the extra rooms, and Du Siren moved in from the opposite room to live with Chen Jia.

Chen Jia opened the refrigerator, took out a can of iced Coke, and threw it to Du Siren.

Siren was a little dazed, but his body instinctively stretched out his hand to catch the cola when it was about to fall freely.

Chen Jia said, "Your eyes are a bit swollen, please put some ice on them."

She was a little embarrassed when she heard this, and stood silently in the porch, covering one eye with a cold soda can.

Chen Jia unconsciously continued, "Didn't you cry last night?"

"..."

I didn't cry in front of people, but after returning to the room, lying on the bed, the tears couldn't stop falling down.

Standing by the window, Chen Jia couldn't tell if she was comforting her: "There are still two weeks left, and it will be over."

It's been a rollercoaster of months of ups and downs and panic, with two weeks to go.Of course, there are many happy moments, like Tanabata, like the night of fleeing by bus, but in the roaring, they are too like fragile bubbles.They are too young, feel too hard, like the process of soul reshaping, constantly being injected, constantly forced to lose, constantly laughing and crying, a few months of time that a strong soul cannot bear.

There was a burst of human voices in the corridor outside the door. The film crew was setting the shooting position. After a few minutes, they heard voices vaguely. Someone asked Papa Wang what he thought of the result?Someone replied, no surprise, the skills are not as good as people!

Du Siren stood in the porch, covering one eye.

They were asking again outside the door: Do you have anything to say to your daughter?Answer: No!What can I say?To say that the competition is over, I hope she finds something serious to do, she is not too young...

Du Siren turned and opened the door.

There were quite a lot of people in the corridor, two photographers following the filming, the location host of the show, Wang Yiran pushed a suitcase, standing behind her parents, the host was interviewing her father.Lin Zhique stood with his arms folded on the side where the camera couldn't shoot, keeping a distance from the shooting scene.

Everyone was taken aback by the Dusi people. The photographer hesitated to turn the camera around. The rhythm of the host talking to Father Wang was disrupted. The Dusi people stepped forward and hugged Wang tightly regardless of anyone. Yi Ran.

The camera turns.The host was a little flustered, but quickly reacted: "Wow, we saw that sisters are so affectionate! Our other contestant, Du Siren, also came to our special show. Siren, do you have anything to say? say?"

She turned her head, put her arms around Wang Yiran's shoulders, and faced the camera with no makeup, her eyes were a little swollen, and there were tears in her eyes that never fell: "I hope Wang Yiran can always sing and do what he likes all the time." , I think she is very good, very shining, and I am very proud of her..."

She couldn't stop talking, Wang Yiran reached out and touched her head.

The host forcibly interrupted her, and when they parted, they hugged again, and Wang Yiran whispered in her ear: "I'm leaving, next time we meet, you want to win the championship."

She watched them disappear around the corner of the corridor.

The host left, the camera left, and Wang Yiran's suitcase rolled on the marble floor of the elevator room making a rumbling sound.Only Lin Zhique was still standing with his arms folded in the corridor looking at her.

Lin Zhique tilted his head, and said calmly: "No makeup, no styling, and a pair of swollen eyes."

Du Siren quickly covered his face with his hands.

Then spread his fingers apart, revealing one eye.

Lin Zhique didn't respond, she didn't buy her at all, pretending to be cute to no avail, she put down her hand obediently.

"There are more reporters and cameras downstairs, how about it? Would you like to show your face too? Do you think half a day off is too much?"

She was aggrieved: "...then you just look at it like this."

Lin Zhique replied: "Well, can I cover her father's mouth?"

Du Siren's hand dropped completely, she stopped talking, there was no one in the corridor except them, Lin Zhique was standing a few meters away from her.

Lin Zhique said, "Go catch up on sleep."

Then turned and walked away.

Du Siren stood quietly in the corridor for a few minutes, until Chen Jia came to the door of the room and called her, "Hello."

She recovered.

Chen Jia said flatly: "Miss Bird is right, no one can help her, this is her own war, it started from birth."

Du Siren was speechless for half a second, "...Miss Bird is right, and you are right, I can't help her, even if I fire empty guns, I have to let her know that she is not alone. "

After finishing speaking, she took a replacement sportswear, left the hotel and went to the dance studio.

The special program recording Wang Yiran's elimination was broadcast at noon the next day. The inexplicable disputes on the Internet ranged from why Wang Yiran was eliminated to the question of whether Du Siren suddenly appeared in the camera to steal the show, and then it was endless scolding battle.

With a piece of toast in his mouth, Lin Zhique raised his eyes to refresh the forum homepage every 10 minutes, and then looked down at the printed photos in his hand.The photos are the data files of several real estate projects. They were taken by mobile phones, and the pixels are not very good.

She is not a major in economics, so the information is not very clear. In addition, Du Shen is an old fox. She can only guess where the relevant loopholes are, and jot down a few keywords while reading.Du Shen has never been very defensive against her, thinking that she is young and her own daughter. She has often heard him playing illegal or frivolous means in business since she was a child. .

Time actually gave her a chance to go back to the past, it has come, and it is definitely not Lin Zhique's style not to make Du Shen suffer.

She switched webpages, scrolled the mouse, and browsed through various reporting channels half-heartedly. She ate half of the toast in her mouth and put it down, and picked up the half-carton of sweet milk left on the table to drink.The sweet milk is the brand that people from Dusi bought for her. The taste is not bad, and she will buy a box occasionally.

The clock above the closet pointed to eleven o'clock. She picked up the hotel landline and dialed Fang Yan and Zhou Zipei's room first. The two people on the opposite side had gone back to their room to rest. She then dialed Chen Jia's and Du Siren's room. The phone rang for at least Five beeps, picked up, Chen Jia's voice seemed to be awakened from sleep: "Hello?"

The other end of the phone said: "Huh? No. I was alone. She didn't come back."

She called the guard room of the TV station again, urging the security guards to go to the building to chase people away. After hanging up for 5 minutes, she finally got up and took off her nightgown, took a shirt to cover, and brought the leftovers on the table before going out. Half a bag of toast.

Downstairs, through the night, through the lobby and corridors of the TV station building where most of the lights have been turned off. The dance studio that Dusi people like most is at the end of the corridor, and it is still lit at this moment.

Speaking of Dusi people are more tired than others every week, the program group hopes that the contestants will be differentiated, others can choose to sing only, she has to dance every game, if the song chosen for a game is not suitable for adding choreography, there is still Will be called back by the program team for re-election.In Lin Zhique's view, hard work is hard work, but it is reasonable to be able to show personal characteristics.

She walked to the door of the practice room.It was quiet everywhere, and the house was also very quiet. The incandescent lamps were dimly lit, the stereo stopped working in the corner, and Du Si was sitting in front of the mirror with sweat dripping on his forehead.

Sensing that someone was coming, she turned her head and smiled at her when she saw it was her.

With sharp eyes, she saw the half bag of toast in her hand at a glance, and immediately said coquettishly, "I'm so hungry, I can't walk, I can't go back."

She sat cross-legged beside her.

"Don't go back with the car, for fear that no one will come to lure you away with a sack at night?"

"What, they are lazy and have to go back before ten o'clock."

The Dusi people ate a piece of toast in a plastic paper bag, and gnawed off the sides of the toast neatly.

She began to tell her what happened all day today, what the vocal music teacher said, what the dance teacher said, during the interview, the reporter asked Chen Jia some interesting questions, and they couldn't stop laughing. At that time, the food was not good, she was not full, and she was sweating all the time while dancing. Today she changed into three T-shirts.

Dusi people have an innate ability. From her point of view, everything is brisk.

She asked, "What about you? What are you doing today?"

"I... work, eat, sleep, and do nothing." In comparison, Lin Zhique is not good at sharing these trivial things. When he wants to talk about it, he will inevitably feel that most of them are boring and not worth mentioning.

Dusi said, "You ate half a bag of toast."

"Yes."

"Eat in the morning, or in the evening?"

"night."

"Then what did you have for breakfast?"

"The restaurant's lean meat porridge."

"Then I will eat lean meat porridge tomorrow. Do you not like the soy milk in the restaurant? The soy milk in the restaurant does not add sugar. I have already told the chef to add it next time, but he doesn't seem to remember."

"You are not the boss, why should people remember?"

"I signed several names for him, okay?"

"Yes, your signature is worth a fortune."

"Well, do you want me to sign one for you?"

"No."

"Why not? You want Chen Jia's, but you don't want mine."

"How do you know I have Chen Jia's signature? Are you peeking at my stuff?"

Du Siren faltered: "This is not peeping, right? You threw it on the table yourself!"

"You're just peeking at my stuff."

"I didn't! That, by the way," she changed the subject urgently, "We made a bet, do you remember?"

"Stop interrupting. What bet?" Lin Zhique couldn't remember.

"You bet me that Chen Jia will win the championship."

"... Is there such a thing?"

She remembered that it was a rainy night in March in the house on Meixi South Road.

Du Siren said firmly: "Yes."

"What's the matter?"

Du Siren looked at her half-faced, with a mischievous expression as if provocative, "The market will open soon. Do you still bet? I'm going to let you fail miserably."

"What a big tone." Lin Zhique smiled and raised his eyebrows, "Then tell me, what do you want to bet with me?"

"You win, the conditions are up to you."

"Nonsense. Of course I drive."

"If I win, I mean, if it's me who wins the championship," Du Siren blinked and paused solemnly, "you can fall in love with me. Even if it's only for 3 minutes. "

The few incandescent lamps flickering brightly, suddenly became scorching.

Lin Zhique didn't know where he made a mistake, so he asked, "What can three minutes of love do?"

The Dusi people responded softly: "I don't know."

The air instantly condensed and became sticky, which was constantly dragged between the breaths of the two people.

They sat side by side in front of the mirror, looking at each other, neither of them spoke anymore, just looked at each other.

It's too quiet here, so quiet that you can hear the beeping of incandescent lamps, there are two people on one wooden floor, and there is another wooden floor in the mirror, also two people.

too close.Can't get out.

The corners of Dusiren's eyes drooped softly, and his gaze flickered lightly, as if he was looking at her eyes or somewhere else.

It's only 3 minutes, if it's only 3 minutes, don't be harsh no matter what.

She noticed that she was breathing, and noticed the movement of Dusiren's brow peaks to nasal bones. At the moment when the air condensed, she could even see the very faint lines on Dusiren's lips.

It seems someone is saying, well, these 3 minutes are a bonus, now—that person is going to put the time into these 3 minutes—

Footsteps sounded outside the door, and Uncle Security shouted loudly, "Who is so late and still not off work?"

Lin Zhique seemed to be awakened from a dream. She looked away, stood up quickly, and kicked Du Siren with her calf: "Hurry up and leave."