Chapter 14
Just a few minutes ago, Jian Xin was sitting on her hospital bed, happily clicking on tonight’s update with Yao Wenqian by her side.
She never would have expected that just two minutes after the sponsor’s ad, in the blink of an eye, the small image on her phone would suddenly become many times larger!
It wasn’t just the scene in the drama that had changed, but everything around her.
Before her was a huge curved screen.
At her feet was a blue and white keyboard.
And her body was being gently held by a pair of cool hands, the thumbs stroking the feathers on her chest from time to time.
The main characters in the drama were sitting by a bonfire, looking up at the night sky, talking about things they could never say before.
—The scene, the lines, everything matched what she had seen before she came over.
To be honest, it was all too sudden. Jian Xin found it a little hard to believe it was real.
She slowly closed her eyes, listened to several lines of dialogue from the drama, and then tried to open her eyes again.
Very good, it wasn’t a hallucination. She had indeed, once again, and again, and again, become a duck.
Synesthetic transmigration, unlimited round trips, is that it?
Alright, alright, very good!
Then I’d like to ask, why would a duck be sitting at a computer desk at seven o’clock sharp, watching a TV series update!
Yao Wenqian is still next to me, hey…
I just transmigrated over without any warning. What would the situation look like from Yao Wenqian’s perspective?
Jian Xin was a little worried, but she had no way of going back immediately. For now, all she could do was sigh lightly and, with a “when in Rome, do as the Romans do” attitude, continue watching the drama in front of her.
Whether she was a human or a duck, it didn’t make much of a difference.
She was going to watch the drama anyway.
The only difference was that her viewing buddy had changed from the very talkative Yao Wenqian to an ex-girlfriend who not only spoke very little but also couldn’t communicate with her.
Well, so be it. I’ll just have to make do.
On the bright side, Yan Lu might be passive-aggressive to an ex, but she wouldn’t be passive-aggressive to a duck.
Yan Lu was very quiet when watching dramas. She wouldn’t be like Yao Wenqian, who expressed her emotions at every moment and would even analyze and compare the differences between the drama and the original novel for her.
Perhaps it was because of the quiet, but Jian Xin found herself more engrossed than usual.
As she watched, the little duck’s vision became blurry with a layer of mist.
Sigh, what am I doing…
The beginning was sweet and funny, but as the foreshadowing was revealed one by one, looking back, it turned out that those sweet moments and jokes were all secretly hiding daggers!
The moment the ending theme song started, Jian Xin was, for the first time, extremely grateful that she was a duck.
Crying her eyes out over a TV series adapted from her ex’s novel—she would be so ashamed!
At this thought, Jian Xin subconsciously wanted to wipe away her tears, but the moment she slightly raised one wing, she suddenly remembered that she was a duck, not a person—a duck’s wing couldn’t reach its head and face. It would be more likely for her head to twist around!
After a brief system crash, Jian Xin bent her neck, twisted her head to the side and back, and started rubbing her tears on her wing.
Yan Lu sighed softly, closed the webpage, and her fingers naturally stroked down the duck’s neck, startling Jian Xin, who was in the middle of urgently destroying the evidence of her tears.
“What’s wrong?” Yan Lu’s eyes were slightly red, her own tears not yet dry, as she anxiously tilted her head to look at her duck from the side.
Damn it, I was still discovered!
So embarrassing… oh no, so embarrassing for a duck!
Without any further thought, Jian Xin subconsciously hid her head in her wing.
But a duck’s neck was short, and it was impossible to stuff her whole head in.
—The area around the duck’s eyes was slightly yellow, as if it were wet.
Yan Lu frowned, her fingertips gently touching the duck’s chest, and sure enough, she felt a bit of dampness.
“Why are you suddenly crying?” she asked softly, her eyes full of worry. “Are you not feeling well somewhere?”
Hearing this, Jian Xin immediately perked up.
Oh, right, what am I so nervous about?
A duck can’t possibly understand a TV series. If it suddenly cries, she’ll definitely think it’s not feeling well!
But she wasn’t feeling unwell anywhere. It was best to explain quickly, so as not to make Yan Lu worry for no reason in the middle of the night.
Jian Xin thought for a moment, then stood up from the table and let out a “quack” under Yan Lu’s worried gaze.
To keep Yan Lu from worrying, she made that cry full of vigor, so powerful that even she was a little startled.
However, Yan Lu clearly didn’t understand what the little duck in front of her was trying to express. The worry in her eyes deepened. “Should we go to the hospital?”
What hospital, in the middle of the night!
Jian Xin became a little anxious and started quacking randomly with her neck craned.
“Quack quack, quack quack ah!” Yan Lu, don’t worry, I’m not feeling bad at all!
“Quack!” There’s no need to go to the hospital!
“Quack ahh—” I, the ducky, am healthy!
As she quacked, she was about to hop a couple of times to prove her health.
But before she could even start hopping, she was gathered into Yan Lu’s arms, her little head being rubbed.
“Are you sensitive to the computer radiation, or is it too humid in the room these days?”
Yan Lu muttered to herself as she stood up and quickly turned on the dehumidifier in the room.
“I’m sorry, Cauliflower. Mommy shouldn’t have made you watch the drama with me. You can’t understand it, and it made your eyes uncomfortable…”
“Quack quack quack quack quack—”
Right, right, you shouldn’t have made Cauliflower watch the drama with you. It made me transmigrate over for no reason!
“Quack—quack ahh ahh quack ugh—”
But you don’t have to feel too guilty. I’m not uncomfortable anywhere. I was just crying because the plot you wrote was so heartbreaking, thank you!
Speaking of which, she was a little hungry from crying.
“Quack!” Jian Xin flapped her wings, her neck stretching long towards the floor.
Her butt, unconsciously sticking out behind her, seemed to have four large characters written on it—Let Me Down!
Yan Lu clearly sensed her desire to get on the floor. She crouched down and released her hands.
The moment the little duck landed, it pattered past Xin Xin, who was sleeping on the duck nest, and ran all the way to the bowl of duck feed to eat.
Seeing this, Yan Lu breathed a sigh of relief.
Cauliflower still has the mood to eat, so it seems there’s nothing seriously wrong.
A little duck’s eyes are sensitive to humidity. The dehumidifier in the house was bought for it. Her sudden tears just now were probably because the dehumidifier had been forgotten for the past two days, and the humidity in the house made her uncomfortable.
Yan Lu sighed, followed Cauliflower, and crouched down behind it. She gently poked its little wing and muttered to herself.
“Mommy has been very busy these past two days and forgot to turn on the dehumidifier, which made your eyes uncomfortable…”
“But since you were crying anyway, I’ll just pretend you were crying with me while watching the drama.”
“Qianqian told me she really likes my drama. Do you think she likes the story, or does she like Xiao Yu?”
“Or maybe, she likes both… But her kind of liking is always so simple. Once the story is over, it’s over.”
“She’ll praise you, praise you very loudly, but it’s just praise…”
The duck tilted its head and let out a confused “quack.”
Jian Xin didn’t understand, but she had something to say—
Honestly, once it’s over, it’s over. What more do you want?
Are you upset that she didn’t watch it a second or third time and write a thousand-word review?
Besides, isn’t it enough to praise someone loudly!
Does a compliment need to have beautiful wording and strike the soul?
Poor cousin, she has no idea she’s being bad-mouthed by her cousin behind her back.
I really don’t get these literary types, always being sensitive about something.
But since this great author was in a bad mood now, and the dog in the house was asleep, she would reluctantly comfort her.
The next second, the little duck stopped eating, turned around, and sidled up to Yan Lu’s feet. It propped up its little head and gently rubbed against her palm.
That night, it was unclear whether the duck had comforted the owner, or the owner thought she had comforted the duck. In the end, both duck and human guiltily and calmly returned to their proper places.
—The duck went into the dog bed, and the owner sat down in front of the computer.
The clatter of typing sounded, just as it always had.
This should have been a very ordinary night, no different from any other time Jian Xin had transmigrated over.
But today, Yan Lu had changed her playlist.
One familiar yet long-unheard song after another played from the playlist, making the duck huddled in the dog bed feel a little dazed.
If the music she once liked only made her feel dazed, then the sudden appearance of one of her songs in the playlist was somewhat shocking.
How is that possible? They broke up so long ago, yet Yan Lu still has her song in her playlist…
And it was a cringey song from her university days—that crappy little song, the post-production didn’t even tune her voice properly. She herself wouldn’t listen to it again. Why would Yan Lu keep it?
Could it be to remember her?!
Forget it. It’s obvious even with a single strand of hair that it’s absolutely impossible.
Jian Xin pondered for the duration of half a song.
She felt she had every right to suspect that Yan Lu didn’t even recognize that the song was sung by her!
Yes, that’s the only explanation!
This heartless woman’s world only contains her novels. She has always been indifferent to my music. If my name wasn’t on the song information, it would be perfectly normal for her not to recognize my voice.
At this thought, Jian Xin suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.
Because she couldn’t cover her ears, she huffily crawled out of the dog bed, her little wings behind her back, and ran to the balcony to curl up.
I’m not angry, she thought.
I just want to sleep on the balcony and see if the sunlight falling on me tomorrow might let me transmigrate back through synesthesia.
That’s right, I am absolutely, absolutely, absolutely, absolutely, absolutely not unhappy about something as trivial as “my ex not recognizing my voice”!
Okay, sleep. No more thinking about Yan Lu!
…
Wait a minute, the more I think about it, the more I feel that what Yan Lu said to the duck over an hour ago was actually a dig at me.
Jian Xin: “…”
How many years has it been since we broke up! Why is this person still bad-mouthing me behind my back?
The little duck took a deep breath, stretched its neck forward, and rested its beak on the ground.
—Like a dead bird.
From a lump, she flopped into a line.
