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The project is nearing completion, with some details remaining to be perfected. Today, the village chief and some village leaders contacted Zhang Chengcheng to invite Chen Jiahan to dinner, expressing gratitude to their team and to honor their dedication. The dinner was held at the village chief's house. The villagers are very simple, and after spending a long time with them, they are treated as one of their own. Today, they were invited to this house for dinner, and tomorrow they have agreed to go to another house for dinner. Usually, banquets are held at home with two large tables set up, and those with good cooking skills prepare their signature dishes to share. Everyone sits around in a circle, feeling their sincere intentions and warm hospitality.
Chen Jiahan drank a few more glasses with some of the village elders at the table, feeling a bit dizzy and flushed. He greeted Zhang Chengcheng and wanted to leave the table to clear his head.
Elder Li could see the tall figure under the locust tree from a distance. From the very beginning, when the entire construction team arrived in the village, the villagers felt that the leader of this team was different, not just because of his outstanding appearance, but also because of the aloofness that emanated from him, devoid of any liveliness. He was strict at work, like the Chinese characters confined within the grid lines of a child's homework, where every stroke and box could not exceed the approaching lines, and he was also very quiet during breaks.
"Are you okay?" Zhang Chengcheng knew that his friend couldn't handle much alcohol, but the elderly in the village were genuinely warm and sincere. He didn't want to disappoint them, so he had a few extra drinks. Chen Jiahan nodded to indicate that he was fine. The village chief continued to ask about the later stage renovation of the homestay, and Chen Jiahan answered each question. Looking at his friend's furrowed brow, Zhang Chengcheng knew that he was uncomfortable. He knew that his friend had always been alone and didn't know when he would have someone who could truly care for him, perhaps making him less calm. Being consistently calm was abnormal, lonely, and distressing.
After dinner, it was already evening. The night in the village was very dark, with only a street lamp at the intersection. Perhaps because the light it emitted was too wide, its brightness was very weak.
Loving you is such a wonderful thing, keeping silent, yet it stirs up a storm across the four seas, with gains and losses, with prosperity and decline.
"I pretended to be calm while trying to slip the card into my pocket. Unfortunately, the apron I liked didn't have any pockets."
"Dear Miss Fujii Itsuki, today I am at Mount Fuji, and a snowflake is falling for you at the summit. At this moment, I am loving you, loving you so much that all the forests in the world are falling in love together."
Dear Miss Fujii Itsuki, how are you? I am doing well.
------- "Love Letter" Drama Review
"Watch where you're going," Chen Jiahan glanced at his friend's stumbling steps, and Zhang Chengcheng, who had tripped on a stone, steadied himself by grabbing Chen Jiahan's arm. "Let's stay here for a while before going back," he said, walking towards a stone pedestal by the roadside and sitting with his eyes closed. Chen Jiahan turned to look at the motionless figure on the pedestal and walked over helplessly.
"Be careful not to catch a cold," he said, leaning against the stone pier and lighting a cigarette. Zhang Chengcheng shook his head with a smile. "Jiahuan, how many years have we known each other? From university until now, it's been decades, right? In these ten years, no matter how many people have come and gone around us, you have always been alone. Sometimes, I really worry about you. What if you feel sad when you're alone, or get sick? What if we're not around? I always feel that you carry too much weight, too tired. What are you always thinking about, hmm?" With that, he took the cigarette from Chen Jiahuan's hand and put it on the ground, crushing it with his foot.
"Have you been drinking too much, hmm?" Chen Jiahuan came back to his senses and looked down at his friend, who was looking at him earnestly. How should he answer him? He didn't know either. His life has always been solitary, without any disturbance. It has been stagnant for over a decade, but he has long been accustomed to it. If he really wants to change something, perhaps he can't even think of it.
"You're thinking too much. I've been doing just fine. Don't worry unnecessarily, focus more on yourself."
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