Song Boying never imagined that he had always been the one suppressed by his older brother since childhood.
Even when I get old, I can't help but be used as a target by him.
Song Boying felt a surge of anxiety and coughed violently a few more times. Song Beiye immediately poured him water, abandoning his gossip-loving thoughts, and hurriedly said:
“My dad isn’t feeling well. Why don’t you guys eat first, and I’ll take him home to rest.”
Upon hearing this, Song Boying immediately stopped coughing and reached out to help him back to his seat.
"No need, I can manage. It's rare to see these younger generation members, and I'd like to bask in their youthful spirit."
Given this, Song Beiye had no choice but to help him block Song Bocheng:
“Uncle, Lili is right. You old folks like those clichés and tell the stories of the older generation over and over again without getting tired of them, but we younger generations really don’t want to hear them.”
Xi Leng was the first to stand up:
"I am not included among the younger generation you mentioned."
As a daughter, it's natural to stand up for her father.
Huo Chenyu also let out a muffled groan:
"That doesn't include me either."
There were four younger people at the table, and two of them wanted to hear the story.
Song Beiye had no choice but to look at Tang Li, hoping to at least achieve a draw.
Unexpectedly, Tang Li smiled and said:
"It wouldn't hurt to listen."
Three to one!
Song Beiye nudged Tang Li quietly, and under the guise of pouring her a drink, whispered:
"If you feel uncomfortable, I can take you away first."
Tang Li shook his head:
"I'm not full yet."
Song Beiye: "..."
He paused, then replied:
"You can find food anywhere."
Tang Li moved closer to him and said:
"But the stories can only be heard here."
That makes sense.
But Song Beiye didn't expect that she didn't mind at all.
He had nothing more to say at this point.
For Tang Li, Song Bocheng was determined to get revenge for what happened this afternoon, and there was no way to avoid it.
Let him say what he wants.
Whether he can get revenge depends on his ability.
Besides, she had already made up her mind. As an elder, Song Bocheng had seen more of the world and experienced more hardships than she had ever known. Even though he was an experienced person for the first time, he had never given way to her, a junior. Why should she care about the feelings of an elder?
Song Bocheng cleared his throat and continued to tease Song Boying:
"Third brother, I heard that you have been bedridden for the past two years and your memory has declined a lot. I suppose you can't remember the scene when you first confessed your feelings to Yunshu, right?"
Song Boying simply pretended to have forgotten:
"I'm getting old, I really can't remember anymore, but my older brother has a good memory."
Song Bocheng nodded:
"That's right. I remember that day was the Qixi Festival, which is the Qixi Festival that you young people like the most. My third brother prepared for this confession for a long time. He is usually a bookworm who never cares about his image, but that day he dressed up and wore a suit and tie. He even bought a bouquet of roses. But when he saw Yun Shu, he got nervous and actually had an upset stomach."
At this point, Song Bocheng burst into laughter, completely disregarding his image as an elder.
They treated Tang Li and the other younger generation as old friends.
Strangely enough, although Song Bocheng did not consider his younger brother's feelings, Tang Li sensed from his hearty laughter that he was not as gloomy and wicked as he seemed.
He possesses the straightforwardness characteristic of a northern man, making him impossible to dislike.
On the contrary, Tang Li stole glances at Song Boying several times. Although he was a patient and his complexion was not good, the expression on his face was more like that of a fox that was patiently lying in wait.
Tang Li's focus was more on Song Boying.
Seeing that the younger generation dared not respond, Song Bocheng continued:
“My third brother has always had this problem. He likes to go to the toilet when he is nervous. The other day, he had just invited Yunshu out. The flowers were still on the seat, but he spent the whole afternoon squatting in the toilet.”
"Yun Shu sat there all afternoon, thinking he had something important to do. In the end, she even called an ambulance for him. Not only did it cause a huge misunderstanding, but the flowers were also lost."
At this point, Xi Leng laughed and pressed further:
"How could the flowers be lost? Did you go to the hospital and forget to bring them?"
Song Bocheng shook his head:
"That's not how it is at all. He was so nervous that he said the wrong seat number, and the roses he bought were taken by the young couple at the next table."
He must have found it very amusing, which is why he laughed so loudly.
Xi Leng smiled slightly, in a professional manner.
Huo Chenyu and Tang Li couldn't help but look at Song Boying.
The scene became quite awkward.
Until Song Boying made fun of himself:
"I remember this, that's indeed the case."
The first time I confessed my feelings, I lost the flowers, ended up in the hospital, and then came out perfectly fine.
Xi Leng, acting as the straight man, pressed on with another question:
"And then what? Did Third Uncle confess his feelings?"
Song Bocheng, still oblivious to his brother's embarrassment, waved his hand and said:
"The confession was yet to come. When they arrived at the hospital, the doctor examined him and found that he had no problems at all, which was a waste of medical resources. Later, Yun Shu asked the doctor if there was any way to treat his anxiety problem. The doctor said, 'You should go see a psychiatrist. Coming to the emergency room won't help.'"
Well...
Xi Leng felt a little overwhelmed by his oblivious adoptive father's words, so Song Bocheng continued:
"After leaving the hospital, Yun Shu asked him what he was so nervous about today, and guess what the kid said?"
Who would dare guess that!
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