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

No one answered this question.

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

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

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

"Don't you want to drink?"

Jiang Zhihan opened his eyes and lied without changing his expression: "I don't want to anymore."

"So fickle?"

Song Qingyou complained casually, but she was not slow to take the milk tea.

Jiang Zhihan asked: "Does it taste good?"

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

Jiang Zhihan originally wanted to refuse, but out of the corner of his eye he caught sight of He Yuchi looking over, and he immediately agreed.

The two turned around and left. He Yuchi, who was listening to An Sui's search for words, wanted to follow him and act as 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 listened to a word?"

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

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

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

"How can I ignore it?" He Yuchi clutched the railing tightly, veins popping out on the back of his hands, "Sister You is currently on the rise in her career. She just made it to the top this month! The future is bright!"

"If people find out that she is in a relationship and publicize it widely, many fans will unfollow her and stop following her! Maybe they will turn back! When the time comes for Sister You to encounter Waterloo, who will be responsible?"

He Yuchi could hardly control his emotions, and his voice became louder than before.

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

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

"I don't believe that Sister You is so confused that she fell in love just after joining the front line. It must be that man who is pestering Sister You and just about to pursue Sister You..."

As he spoke, He Yuchi was about to rush in the direction where Song Qingyou and the others left.

An Sui was stunned by what he said just now. It took him a long time to figure it out in his mind.

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

——I am also a career fan. No wonder I have always been so enthusiastic about Song Qingyou.

After thinking clearly, An Sui hurriedly stopped the person.

"You're 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 had been persuaded by himself.

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

"So, maybe Sister You was forced to walk side by side with that person?"

An Sui: "..."

He temporarily imitated how to chop He Yuchi with a knife from the TV series. Can he knock him out?

Considering that doing so might kill someone, An Sui decided not to do it.

So the two began to fight on the deck.

The staff who passed by saw it and were just curious.

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

"How is the taste?"

"Very sweet."

"This is milk tea." Song Qingyou shook the cup, "And I only have five cents of sugar."

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

"He is an artist from our company. His name is He Yuchi. He has good business skills and is very knowledgeable. He is a potential stock."

Jiang Zhihan raised his eyebrows slightly. Such a comment... showed that Song Qingyou only regarded the other party as an employee and had no other ideas.

This is good.

"He knows your taste well?"

"It probably depends on how many times I've drank."

Most of Song Qingyou's attention was 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 back and asked, "Shall we go up there and take a look?"

Jiang Zhihan responded: "Okay."

The two of them were not moving very fast, and by the time they reached the highest deck except the uppermost deck, it was already approaching sunset.

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

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 slowly sets in the sky, and the place where the sea and the sky meet is completely covered by the brilliance of the setting sun, as if a heavy snow has fallen, and the shape of the snow is like crushed gold foil.

The lights in the cabin behind him also lit up one after another.

"So lovely."

Song Qingyou stared into the distance without blinking, as if expecting the stars to come under the night sky.

Jiang Zhihan did not watch the sunset, but lowered his head and looked at the people around him.

It looks really good.

He echoed in his mind.

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

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

The most expensive and most beautiful gemstones in the world cannot compare.

Jiang Zhihan was a little stunned.

He couldn't help but think of Tsvetaeva's poem he read one evening.

I'd like to live with you in a small town

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

Where there are eternal twilights and eternal bells

(Sharing the endless dusk and the endless ringing of bells)

And in a small village inn

(In a hotel in this small town)

The faint chime of ancient clocks like droplets of time

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

And sometimes, in the evenings, from some garret - A flute

(Sometimes, at dusk, the sound of a flute comes from a room on the top floor)

And the flautist himself in the window

(The flute player leans against the window)

And big tulips in the window-sills

(And there are big tulips in the window)

And maybe, You would not even love me

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

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

——My tutor complained about the review I wrote, and in the end I had to use my young age as an excuse to avoid the assignment.

So 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 she was being stared at, and when she looked towards him, she saw Jiang Zhihan looking very serious, as if he was actually out of body.

So, are you in a daze?

Qingyou rolled her eyes and immediately took out her mobile 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 through the previous photos.

Jiang Zhihan is good-looking, even without any blind spots.

but--

"Tsk, what a pity."

"What's the pity?" a deep voice asked.

"It's a pity that there is only one posture——"

Song Qingyou was halfway through speaking when she realized something was wrong.

She raised her head suddenly and 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 beautiful, take a photo!

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

Jiang Zhihan:...

Song Qingyou paused for a moment, then realized she wanted to apologize, but found 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.