Signaled Ji Xi to take down the painting on the wall.
It was a small matter, so Ji Xi took off his suit jacket and did as he was told.
Ji's mother is a hardworking person, but no matter how hardworking a person is, she would not clean the dust off the paintings every day.
Ji Xi considerately used a feather duster to sweep away the dust on top.
Then he handed it to Ji Zhi.
Ji Zhi did not let him go. Instead, he took out a small knife and carefully cut a slit along the edge of the painting.
When Ji Xi saw what was exposed inside, his eyes widened instantly: "Mom?"
Ji Zhi's eyes curved: "I wasn't sure before, but now I think it's time to tell you."
There is very little in the painting.
There is so little that there is only one photo that is deliberately made thin.
It was a black and white photo.
Ji Zhi held the photo in his hand, his eyes moist.
"Do you know why your name is Ji Xi?"
Ji Xi had a vague idea of what Ji Zhi was going to tell him.
He shook his head decisively.
He once thought he was the Xi of hope, and his mother regarded his birth as hope.
He always knew, even though others said his mother shouldn't have given birth to him.
He is a burden and will ruin her life.
But he always knew that his birth was anticipated.
But since Ji Zhi asked this, Ji Xi became a little uncertain.
Ji Zhi reminded: "Your name and mine should be connected."
Ji Xi said hesitantly: "Zhi Xi?"
“Those who know me are rare, and those who value me are precious.”
Ji Zhi nodded.
"He's a rough fellow."
Ji Zhi's eyes were wet.
But Ji Xi clearly saw that the corners of her mouth were curved upwards.
“I have no idea what this sentence means.”
"I only heard people say it means it's rare and precious."
"But I didn't realize that they were describing a close friend."
Ji Zhi suddenly sighed: "We didn't plan to have children."
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