“I heard from you, Ji’a… from Qingqian, that your parents don’t really care about you.”
Old Man Ji said that perhaps he felt it was a bit shameful that he had to rely on secondhand information to pass on this little bit of information.
So halfway through the conversation, he changed "Aunt Ji" to "Qing Qian".
Lu Yibei smiled. He didn't mind—in fact, he quite enjoyed chatting with his Uncle Ji about everyday matters.
After all, the two have only known each other for two days, and they do need to communicate and talk to deepen their understanding.
"Yes. After I started high school, my dad started doing this job. It's like he's on a business trip every time he comes home... My mom has been busy all her life, so she hasn't really taken care of me. Isn't Qingqian the same as me?"
Old Man Ji smiled, then glanced at Lu Yibei and sighed:
"no the same."
"Um?"
"Qingqian wouldn't watch comedy sketches with me."
Lu Yibei was surprised, then burst out laughing.
Old Man Ji said again:
"Your Aunt Ji and I were busy before Qingqian was born, so we didn't have time to take care of her. There used to be a joke, right? It's about a dad taking his child to elementary school, and when they got there, the child asked him, quite strangely, 'Dad, I'm in middle school now, why are you still taking me to elementary school?' — I'm not afraid to tell you, Xiao Lu, but this really happened to me."
"We two really didn't have much interaction with Qingqian."
"Then...you should know, right? Qingqian was sick before, and she had surgery—ah, don't worry, it didn't leave any lasting effects, just a minor illness. But after that, your Aunt Ji and I thought, we've been so busy, just thinking about giving our daughter and ourselves a good life. Now we have money, and life has indeed improved, but the premise of 'our daughter and us' has become a bit more distant."
"Don't be fooled by how happy our family is this year. If it were two years ago, even during the Spring Festival, your Aunt Ji and I might not have been able to come home."
With that, Old Man Ji downed the glass of white wine in one gulp, and then said:
"So in the past two years, your Aunt Ji and I have put aside all the work we could, thinking we could spend more time with Qingqian."
"Your Aunt Ji is alright, after all, she's her daughter's biological mother."
"But Qingqian and I really don't have much to talk about. Take you for example, Qingqian has never mentioned you to me."
"Sometimes, I want to talk to Qingqian about something. But she's a young woman, a college student, and I don't understand anything about the things she's involved in. Even if we talked, I wouldn't know what to talk about..."
"I was thinking that reading books might help me keep up with the thinking and knowledge of today's college students... but..."
Old Man Ji poured himself another glass of wine.
Lu Yibei glanced at the books that Old Man Ji had put down.
—"The Song Dynasty: On Eighteen Emperors" and so on.
No.
Your daughter would never read this kind of book!!
Lu Yibei glanced at Old Man Ji's face; he guessed that Old Man Ji was a bit tipsy, as his face was quite red.
"Uncle, I have something to tell you."
"Okay, go ahead."
"I have a friend—"
"Wait, wait."
Old Man Ji interrupted, "...Is the friend you're talking about yourself?"
Lu Yibei: ...
No, Uncle Ji, aren't you quite knowledgeable about young people's culture?!
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