Wilderness Livestream: Other People Struggle to Survive While I Became Famous by Looking After a Cat

  Chapter 441 Watching the sunset together

   Nobody answered this question.

  Song Qingyou only heard the sound of the straw piercing the parafilm in her ears.

   Immediately afterwards, a cup of milk tea was handed to her.

  Song Qingyou subconsciously opened her mouth, then thought of something, and raised her head again.

   "Don't you want to drink?"

  Jiang Zhihan opened his eyes and said nonsense without changing his face: "I don't want to anymore."

   "Is it so fickle?"

  Song Qingyou made a casual remark, but took the milk tea without slowing down.

  Jiang Zhihan asked: "Is it delicious?"

  Song Qingyou nodded: "Do you want to try it? We can get another straw."

  Jiang Zhihan originally wanted to refuse, but he caught a glimpse of He Yuchi looking at him from the corner of his eye, and immediately agreed.

  The two turned around and left. He Yuchi, who was listening to An Sui, who had nothing to say, wanted to follow and be a light bulb.

  An Sui stopped him: "Where are you going? I've been talking to you for a long time, but you haven't heard a word?"

  He Yuchi came back to his senses: "Director An, who is that man? Could it be Sister You's boyfriend?"

  An Sui frowned: "What do you care about this?"

   Could it be that he has unreasonable thoughts about Song Qingyou?

   "How can I not care?" He Yuchi gripped the railing tightly, the veins on the back of his hands bulging, "Sister You is now on the rise in her career, and she just made it to the front line this month! The future is bright!"

   "If people find out that she is in a relationship and spread the word out, many fans will unfollow her! Maybe they will retweet! When Sister You encounters Waterloo, who will be responsible?"

  He Yuchi could hardly control his emotions, and when he finished speaking, his voice became louder unconsciously.

   Fortunately, everyone else was chatting and didn't pay much attention here.

   "No." He Yuchi slapped his palm, "I want to go and have a look."

   "I don't believe that Sister You is so stupid that she fell in love as soon as she entered the first line. It must be that man who is pestering Sister You, just about to pursue Sister You..."

   While speaking, He Yuchi was about to rush in the direction where Song Qingyou and the two left.

  An Sui was taken aback by what he said just now, and it took him a long time to understand it

  —It's not that He Yuchi has unreasonable thoughts about Song Qingyou, he is simply a pure career fan!

  —A career fan is also a fan, no wonder she has always been so enthusiastic about Song Qingyou.

  After thinking it over, An Sui hurriedly pulled him back.

   "You are not Qingyou's parents, why do you care so much about her?"

   "Also, you can't afford to offend that man! Don't be impulsive!"

  He Yuchi stopped.

  An Sui thought he was persuaded by himself.

  Unexpectedly, the other party suddenly asked in the next second:

   "So, sister You may have been forced to walk side by side with that person?"

  An Sui: "..."

  He temporarily learned how to chop He Yuchi with a hand knife in a TV series, can he knock people out?

  Considering that doing so might kill someone, An Sui couldn't do anything.

  So, the two began to tug and pull on the deck.

   Passing staff were only curious after seeing it.

  At the same time, Jiang Zhihan, who took another straw and shared a sip of the milk tea in Song Qingyou's hand, was in a good mood.

"How is the taste?"

   "Very sweet."

   "Milk tea is like this." Song Qingyou shook the cup, "And I only have five cents of sugar."

   "Five points...the person who brought you milk tea..."

   "It's an artist from our company, named He Yuchi. He has good business skills and is very knowledgeable. He is a potential stock."

  Jiang Zhihan raised his brows slightly, such an evaluation...shows that Song Qingyou only treats the other party as an employee, and has no other ideas.

This is good.

   "He knows your tastes well?"

   "It should be to see how many times I have drank."

  Song Qingyou's attention was mostly on the scenery outside the cruise ship, and she didn't think much about why Jiang Zhihan asked such a question.

   After a while, she looked away and asked, "Shall we go up and have a look?"

  Jiang Zhihan responded: "Okay."

  The speed of the two people is not fast, and after reaching the top deck except the top, it is already approaching sunset.

  Song Qingyou leaned on the railing, admiring such a magnificent scenery leisurely.

  In the past, when I went to the mission world, I came and left in a hurry, with almost no time to stay, so all the scenery was just passing by.

   But now she doesn't have to be in such a hurry.

  The sun in the sky is slowly setting, and the sea and sky are completely covered by the brilliance of the setting sun, like a heavy snowfall, and the shape of the snow is crushed gold leaf.

  The cabin behind him also turned on lights one after another.

"So lovely."

  Song Qingyou stared into the distance without blinking, as if waiting for the starry sky under the night sky to descend.

  Jiang Zhihan didn't watch the sunset, but looked down at the people around him.

  It really looks good.

  He echoed in his heart.

  The shattered afterglow of the sun fell on Song Qingyou, making her look dazzling.

  Under the curled eyelashes, the eyes are bright and clear.

  The world's most expensive and most beautiful gemstones are incomparable.

  Jiang Zhihan was a little taken aback.

  He couldn't help but think of a poem by Tsvetayeva he read one evening.

  I'd like to live with you in smalltown

   (I want to live with you in a small town)

  Where there are eeternalt wilights and eternal bells

   (share endless evenings and endless bells)

  Andina small village inn

   (in the inn in this small town)

  The faint chime of ancient clocks like drops of time

   (The faint sound of the ancient clock is like time dripping gently)

   And sometimes, in the evenings, from some garret—Aflute

   (Sometimes, at dusk, a flute is heard from a room on the top floor)

  And the flautist himself in the window

   (piper leaning against the window)

  And big tulips in the window-sills

   (and a large tulip in the window)

   And maybe, You would note even love me

   (If you don't love me now, I don't care)

  If at that time he could not understand the poem at all

  —The post-reading impressions I wrote were even complained by the tutor, and I had to use the excuse of being young to avoid the assignment.

   Now, he can fully understand the romance and beauty of this poem.

  Jiang Zhihan's thoughts drifted away.

   So much so that Song Qingyou noticed that someone was staring at him, and when she looked at him, she saw Jiang Zhihan looking very serious and actually out of her body.

   So, this is in a daze?

   Qingyou rolled her eyes, immediately took out her phone, and took many photos of Jiang Zhihan from various angles.

   After she squatted down and finished taking photos from the 'looking up' angle, she took the time to look at the previous ones.

  Jiang Zhihan is good-looking, and he doesn't even have any dead ends.

but-

   "Tsk, what a pity."

   "What a pity?" A deep voice asked.

   "Unfortunately there is only one pose—"

  Song Qingyou realized something was wrong only halfway through her words.

  She raised her head suddenly, and she met Jiang Zhihan's smiling eyes.

  Normal people would panic at this time, even for a second.

  But Song Qingyou's first thought was: This smile is so pretty, take a picture of it!

  So, before Jiang Zhihan could react, Song Qingyou had already raised her phone and took another picture...

  Jiang Zhihan: …

  Song Qingyou paused for a moment, then realized that she wanted to apologize, only to find out that the photo she just took was a failure because the light was too dark, so she had to delete it.

  Song Qingyou: Frustrated.jpg.

  (end of this chapter)