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

The New Year's Eve dinner was just served, and the Spring Festival Gala started playing on TV.

Song Xingye watched two programs, put down his bowl and chopsticks, yawned, and started complaining.

Of course, before that, he also said to Song Qingyou: "If Qingyou goes to the party, I will definitely not feel sleepy."

Song Qingyou smiled and did not respond.

As a "hot" star in the past two years, it is not that the Spring Festival Gala program team has never approached her, but she declined them all. The reason was that her family was in poor health and she wanted to stay at home with her family.

As for the real reason, it was naturally that the program director asked her to sing on stage.

If you can sing well, you can act well. There are not many artists in the industry who are good at both singing and acting.

The problem is, Song Qingyou is really not good at singing.

Even if the director had said that none of the people who had sung on stage in the past few years were professional singers, she was not prepared to go up.

There are specialties in the art industry, so she should just focus on acting.

After dinner, Lin Xuyang took the initiative to clean up the kitchen.

Just as Song Qingyou was about to lie down on the sofa, the phone in her pocket rang.

When the screen was turned on, the caller ID on the screen turned out to be Jiang Yi.

She glanced at Song Xingye and saw that the latter was concentrating on watching the sketch, so she picked up the phone.

"Hello?"

"Sister...aunt, I am Jiang Yi..."

Jiang Yi's voice was very low, and the background sound was very noisy.

Song Qingyou listened for a long time before she realized that there was a quarrel over there.

"What happened to you over there?" she asked.

"It's little uncle..."

The child's voice was a little choked.

Song Qingyou didn't hear clearly and simply got up and walked out.

"What's wrong, little uncle? Don't be in a hurry, speak slowly."

"Uncle is being bullied." Jiang Yi lowered his voice, "They, they are all surrounding uncle. Do they want to beat uncle? Sister, please come and help uncle..."

Jiang Yi's explanation was unclear, and there was no cause or effect.

But Song Qingyou felt bad when she thought about the other son Jiang Quan brought back.

"Don't worry, I'll be there right away."

"Can you send me the location?"

Jiang Yi's mobile phone was prepared by Fang Yan. When she exchanged contact information with Jiang Yi, she taught him how to send his location.

"Okay, sister, come quickly."

As soon as the call with Jiang Yi was cut off, Song Qingyou made several calls to Jiang Zhihan, but no one answered them.

In desperation, she had to contact Fang Yan.

"I have Miss Jiang's phone number here and can help you contact Mr. Jiang." Fang Yan said, "Don't worry, Mr. Jiang must have a sense of discretion... Do you need me to drive you there later?"

The Miss Jiang he mentioned was a collateral member of the Jiang family and had a good relationship with Jiang Zhihan.

"No need." Song Qingyou knew that Fang Yan was on vacation today and already felt sorry for calling him, so naturally she wouldn't bother him again.

When Jiang Yifa arrived, Song Qingyou and Song Xingye said hello and went out in a hurry.

When the car was approaching its destination, Fang Yancai sent a message, saying that there was no action at the Jiang family's family banquet yet, and Jiang Zhihan also knew that she had called.

Not long after Song Qingyou received the news, she received a call from Jiang Zhihan.

Originally, she had a lot to say and a lot of questions to ask.

But when she heard the other party's "Qingyou", Song Qingyou suddenly lost interest in knowing the whole story.

She parked the car at the foot of the hill where the Jiang family's old house was and said:

"I'm at the bottom of the mountain now, coming to pick you up to watch the fireworks."

After a pause, he added: "Don't refuse."

"Um."

Jiang Zhihan responded and quickly hung up the phone.

A few minutes later, Song Qingyou saw the other party in the car.

At night, the whole mountain is lit up with lights.

Jiang Zhihan ran down in a suit and leather shoes, and it was difficult not to attract attention.

Song Qingyou opened the car window and waved to the other party, "Jiang Zhihan!"

To be honest, this was the first time she saw Jiang Zhihan looking so anxious.

Even if he was trying his best to adjust when he was getting close, with his breathing rapid and a thin layer of sweat on his forehead, it could be seen that he had been running all the way here.

Jiang Zhihan looked much more alive than when they first met. Even though he still had no expression, he seemed to have walked from the snowy mountains to the human world.

Song Qingyou was a little curious about what he looked like when he was young.

While thinking about it, he handed over a few tissues.

"There's no need to be in such a hurry. I won't leave until I can pick someone up."

Jiang Zhihan took a deep breath, "I don't want you to wait -"

He said taking the tissue.

Just as Song Qingyou was about to retract her hand, she was caught off guard and caught by him.

"you--"

"Well--"

All unspoken words will be swallowed up in your mouth.

Jiang Zhihan didn't stop until Song Qingyou almost leaned out of the car window with half of her body.

Looking at the glistening eyes of the person in front of him, he took a few deep breaths, suppressed the desire in his heart, and then calmly said:

"Shall I drive?"

Song Qingyou snorted and retracted into the car, "I'm here to pick you up to watch the fireworks. Of course I should be the one driving!"

She fastened her seat belt again and said with her eyes, "Why don't you get in the car quickly?"

An impatient expression.

Jiang Zhihan couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth.

Song Qingyou looked away and focused on driving.

When she said she wanted to watch the fireworks, it was actually her impromptu idea.

However, there is a river to the east of Beijing City, and there is a small island in the middle of the widest river. Every year during the New Year, fireworks are set off on the island.

Calculating the time, it should be almost time to set off the fireworks.

It's a pity that the two of them arrived too late. There were so many people near the riverside that it was impossible for even people to squeeze in, let alone cars.

Song Qingyou took a long look towards the river and decisively chose to find a place with higher ground.

——This refers specifically to the top floor of a certain hotel.

The hotel is a property of Jiangyuan Group. As long as Jiang Zhihan shows his face, how can the hotel not agree?

So before the fireworks started, the two of them found an excellent viewing position.

When the sky full of fireworks rose into the night sky, the noise on the riverside was covered up.

The east wind blows thousands of flowers into bloom at night, and even blows them down, and the stars are like rain.

Song Qingyou likes fireworks very much and can't take his eyes off them at this time.

She suddenly thought that she didn't know that Jiang Zhihan was Zhizhi before. The two of them had not met a few times and were not familiar with each other, but they took Jiang Yi to set off fireworks together.

And the fireworks that Jiang Zhihan set off on her birthday.

Gorgeous like thousands of lights, those moments are brighter than the stars.

Song Qingyou turned to look at the person next to her, but met his green eyes again.

Jiang Zhihan stretched out his hand to hold her hand, raised the corners of his mouth, and smiled warmly.

Song Qingyou's heartbeat accelerated. When she regained consciousness, her mind was filled with fireworks.

——If you slowly raise your hand to the top, and then suddenly spread your fingers, congratulations, you have just set off a firework for yourself. You can set off two at most at a time, but you know, if you slowly stretch your hand over , hold me, then there are thousands of fireworks in my heart.

(Excerpted from "Celebrate Me" by Rilke)