Movie/TV: How could my sister be Qiao Jingjing?

Qiao Jingjing revealed her true feelings to me today by saying she wouldn't get married, and I think my comment "Isn't this annoying?" went a bit too far.

Sure enough, Qiao Jingjing's expression changed slightly.

At this time.

Su Jinbei covered her head and ran frantically through the torrential rain. She found her familiar car, pulled open the door, and jumped in. "The rain is so heavy, my shoes are all wet..."

She choked back her words halfway through.

Qiao Jingjing looked like she had a deep grudge, staring fiercely at Qiao Yu, clearly angry.

Qiao Yu, suspected of being the culprit, leaned back in his chair, staring blankly at the roof of the car.

"what's wrong?"

Su Jinbei cautiously probed.

"nothing."

Qiao Jingjing looked up at her younger brother; she was angry.

She felt that Qiao Yu found her annoying and didn't even want to get off the bus with her.

It was already six o'clock when I got home.

The sky was overcast, and the downpour turned into a moderate drizzle.

Qiao Yu pondered the old man's absurd actions and went into the bathroom without saying a word.

The two older sisters were left looking at each other in bewilderment.

Su Jinbei asked, "What's wrong with him?"

Qiao Jingjing bit her lip, thinking, "I'm the one who's angry."

What's that little brat doing?

She didn't know what was wrong with Qiao Yu either.

She didn't even connect the idea of ​​"the old man" to the fact that he was suspected to be an elderly man.

Normally, my perceptive older sister would definitely have noticed it.

But now her mind is a complete mess.

She cared too much about Qiao Yu.

In the restroom, Qiao Yu washed his face.

Looking at myself in the mirror, my face was full of bitterness.

He thought he was a real player, but it turns out the old man was quite the opposite.

Damn it, Old Deng has really ruined my life!

But he couldn't expose it yet, and was about to cover for Old Deng.

For this family, for Qiao Jingjing.

He wanted to verify his suspicions.

Otherwise, do we really have to say it?

If his guess is correct, what will happen to Mom?

Will my parents get divorced?

Can he and Qiao Jingjing still live happily like they do now?

He didn't even dare to confront the old man privately.

Some things, once they are made clear...

It's very difficult to go back to the way it was before.

Forget about it, forget about it.

Don't delve into it further...

Qiao Yu walked out of the bathroom; Qiao Jingjing and Su Jinbei were not in the living room.

The room door was closed.

He returned to his room, stood by the window, lit a cigarette, and stared blankly at the rain outside.

It was already 6 p.m.

As dusk settled, cars began to approach from afar.

Then it drove into the distance, splashing up a misty spray of water.

Qiao Yu was startled to realize that the cigarette had burned his finger.

The door opened, and Su Jinbei came in carrying pajamas, placing them at the foot of Qiao Yu's bed, and gently scolded:

"What's wrong with you now? Jingjing is crying in her room."

Damn?

Qiao Jingjing, are you a porcelain doll with a fragile heart? Why are you crying again?

Qiao Yu was speechless.

"It's nothing, it's nothing," he replied casually.

“Something must have happened,” Su Jinbei pinched Qiao Yu, picking up Qiao Jingjing’s bad habit. “I’ve never seen your sister cry like this before.”

"Never mind that, I'll go check on it later."

Seeing his attitude, which clearly indicated he didn't want her to interfere, Su Jinbei sighed:

"Speak properly, don't make your sister angry... Are you two siblings?"

She hugged her pajamas, shook her head, sighed, and went to take a shower.

Qiao Yu and others heard the sound of running water coming from the restroom.

Only then did he walk to Qiao Jingjing's door and grasp the handle.

It was pushed in.

The room was brightly lit by a crystal chandelier and had a faint, indescribable fragrance, perhaps the scent of shower gel?

Or is it the scent of the wash water?

Or perhaps it's the perfume the sisters are wearing?

It might also be the lingering smell of sunshine from the blankets that were aired out yesterday.

Qiao Jingjing sat on the bed, sobbing and wiping away her tears.

Unlike their usual tiffs, she was genuinely heartbroken this time.

She felt that her younger brother found her annoying.

He'd rather hide the umbrella than give it to her.

She's also quite dramatic, prone to overthinking, and gets more and more upset the more she thinks about it.

A similar situation would be a young couple deeply in love getting a divorce.

Or it could be a falling out between close male friends or best friends.

Qiao Jingjing's inner thoughts were complicated: What's wrong with her brother? Does he hate her? Can they ever be as close as before? Now that their relationship has cracked, will they just go their separate ways and gradually drift apart...?

At that moment, Qiao Yu came in.

She looked up, her eyes filled with timidity.

Xun turned his head to the side.

Qiao Yu felt somewhat guilty.

He was so busy covering for the old man that Qiao Jingjing felt deceived.

Especially after the siblings had a heart-to-heart talk and agreed that neither of them planned to get married.

Although it wasn't explicitly stated, it already had that implication.

Although Qiao Jingjing was carefree, she was completely devoted to him.

One can imagine how wronged and heartbroken Qiao Jingjing was at that time.

She, as the older sister, has no shame, yet her younger brother lies to her and annoys her?

At this moment, she still resembles a wronged little girl who has done something wrong, only daring to wipe away her tears.

"sister..."

Qiao Yu called out.

Qiao Jingjing bit her lip and ignored him.

I thought to myself, "So, they're finally here to coax me?"

Why didn't you do this earlier? Don't expect me to forgive you.

"Let me sing you a song."

Unexpectedly, Qiao Yu did not play by the rules and immediately wanted to sing.

"Don't listen, don't listen, the bastard is chanting sutras."

Qiao Jingjing cried out, her eyes red.

Qiao Yu ignored her, sat on the edge of the bed, looked out the window, and sang softly:

Where will the fallen leaves go with the wind?

"Leaving only a beautiful scene for the sky,"

"The sound of bouncing and flying."

"Like angel wings."

Qiao Jingjing covered her ears, looking like she didn't want to hear it.

"Passing by my happy past,"