The matter of returning to Chongli seemed to be quite urgent. That afternoon they packed the skis and sent them back to Zhangjiakou via SF Express. Weizhi checked out of the hotel and prepared to go home in a hurry.
Mainly because she informed her family that she was going to Zhangjiakou, and then she was scolded -
It's not that severe. Her mother just asked, "Is it the floor in South City that burns your feet, or is it the sofa in your house that bites your butt?"
Wei Zhi emphasized that whether going to Guangzhou or Zhangjiakou Chongli was necessary for work, but this was probably similar to the story of the boy who cried wolf, and the other side did not buy it at all.
But there is nothing I can do about it, it really is just work.
She came to Guangzhou from Nancheng on a whim because she was lured by a man. When she left, she didn't even have time to water the potted plants at home. Because of procrastination, she didn't have time to wash the snow suit she brought back from Xinjiang...
All kinds of things are mixed up.
There's no way to pack up the suitcase right away.
Weizhi got a headache just thinking about it.
At this moment, her laziness kicked in. She sat on the sofa and quietly moved towards the man, pulling his sleeve and giving him some bad advice: "Why don't you check out and come to South City?"
At that time, Shan Chong was looking at his phone, preparing to use the software to help Wei Zhi call a car back to South City so that he could monitor the whole process.
Being such a stingy person, he didn't hesitate much and cancelled all the taxi and carpooling options that he usually took, and checked the most expensive private car option.
The little girl pulled his sleeves and he raised his eyelids: "What am I going to do?"
Help me with the laundry and tidying up the room.
Of course Wei Zhi wouldn't be so honest. Only a fool would follow her.
Her eyes rolled around in her sockets and she said, "Come to my house and sit down."
Shan Chong looked away from his phone and exchanged glances with the girl. After thinking for a while, he asked, "What do you mean?"
Weizhi: “Literally.”
The man sneered, "Don't tell me that the quick-drying clothes, snow socks, snow suits, etc. you brought back from Xinjiang are still on your sofa, in the laundry basket, or somewhere else in your home. In short, they are not in the closet after being washed and dried."
Weizhi: “That’s not it either.”
Weizhi: “…”
Weizhi: “They are still in the suitcase.”
Shan Chong: “…”
Shan Chong had long known that this little girl would at most clean herself up and smell good. She did a good job on the surface, but she was not vague at all when it came to being lazy.
However, even with this mental preparation, I was still shocked by her answer.
"So what does that mean," he asked blankly, "an invitation to go pick mushrooms growing in a suitcase?"
She pouted unhappily as she listened: "It's not that dirty!"
Shan Chongcai was too lazy to be polite to her: "You are really sloppy——"
She pulled his sleeve: "Then are you going or not?"
The man pulled back his sleeves and said, "If I go back with you, I still have to book a hotel in South City. It's very troublesome."
His attitude was quite ambiguous. On the one hand, he was really too lazy to accept her bad habits and even didn't want to pack her own boxes. On the other hand, he wasn't particularly firm about this matter, mainly because he couldn't stand her coquettishness...
His suitcase is like this, with clean clothes on one side and washable clothes on the other side, and it is always tidy. When he wants to pack up, he just folds the quick-dry clothes in the closet and puts them in the suitcase, and that's all. He can leave whenever he wants.
So he said this as a matter of course, without really thinking about anything else. Unexpectedly, after he finished speaking, the little girl calmed down and looked at him with a tangled face, as if she was thinking about something -
It was obvious at first glance that she had misunderstood.
In the past, Shan Chong might have wanted to ask her what messy and impure things were in her mind.
Now he was too lazy to ask.
After all, that's all she had in her mind.
He looked at her coldly, bit her lower lip, and said reluctantly, "My sofa is quite spacious..."
After saying that, without waiting for him to say anything, she added timidly, "Or I can sleep on the sofa."
Shan Chong laughed.
He raised his hand, pinched her face, and said half seriously: "We can sleep in the same bed. I will hold you in my arms and I promise not to do anything."
Weizhi: “…”
The backstab who had been standing by like a statue from beginning to end finally couldn't stand it anymore and said, "Junior sister, if you believe this, I will look down on you."
Weizhi glanced at him listlessly, meaning, who doesn't know that even pink comics don't use this line as a prelude to an accidental discharge these days -
But as the saying goes, if you go deep into the soil, it will become foreign.
She really had no idea if he was joking or serious.
If you have any questions, just ask.
Weizhi: “Really?”
Shan Chong: “Really.”
Backstab: "Shh."
…
Shan Chong had been to Weizhi's small apartment once before, which was downstairs from her house.
The past is too hard to recall, so let’s not mention that day.
This time he was finally able to step into her room openly... To be honest, the situation was a little better than he had imagined. Although there were a lot of things in the house, they were not arranged in a messy manner. If the blanket on the sofa slipped to the ground, he could just pick it up, and the boxes were open and placed aside.
The clothes inside were piled up into a small hill, with a hole dug out in the middle. What was originally in the hole?
Weizhi's toiletry bag and makeup bag.
The reason why Shan Chong knew this was that the two of them had been emptied and the empty bags were thrown next to the box.
Feeling his gaze, Weizhi quickly rushed over, turned the box over and snapped it shut. She sat on the box and looked up at him. He smiled coldly at her: "Why block me? I have to take it out and wash it anyway... and I've already read it."
As the man spoke, he turned his head to the balcony. On the rack for hanging underwear were two pairs of panties, one black and one white, each as big as a palm.
When he moved his eyes over, he heard her scream and jump up from the box to take down the two pieces of cloth...
Completely ignoring her surprise, Shan Chong lazily withdrew his gaze and didn't think there was anything exciting about just looking at this thing that he had seen, touched, and even used (?) before.
"You know you need to rewash those two things, right?"
He bent down and opened the suitcase that had just been closed with one hand. Well, there were no mushrooms... He pulled out a snow suit and threw it aside.
"It's been so many days, the dust has accumulated again—"
When he turned around, he saw the little girl bending over and turning on the washing machine, as if she was about to throw the two strips of cloth in her hand into it.
Shan Chong: “?”
Shan Chong: "Wei Zhi?"
Weizhi: “Ah?”
Shan Chong: "How did you survive to this age?"
When he grabbed her by the scruff of the neck and pushed her into the bathroom to tell her to wash her underwear by hand, Weizhi's phone rang. Unable to bear the man's cold ridicule and questioning, she hung up the thing in her hand in the bathroom as if she had found a life-saving straw, motioned for him to shut up, turned around and answered the phone.
It's her mother.
The other side just starts gossiping, very directly.
"I heard from them that Nanfeng also found a boyfriend outside. That guy is quite young and he came directly downstairs to her office. Is it true?"
On the other end of the phone, Ms. Yang asked, "I thought it was fine for you, but how come Nanfeng, who looks quite smart, did such a stupid thing——"
"What do you mean, just call me that?"
Weizhi held the phone and walked back to the living room, watching the man drag out the clothes from her suitcase one by one, sorting out the ones that might be stained and putting the rest into the washing machine...
"You guys are so well-informed? Lao Yan - oh, Jiang Nanfeng's boyfriend - was just sent back to Guangzhou by her. He is so distraught. I don't think Nanfeng feels very well either. Please don't get involved, adults."
"Then I'm not worried about asking!"
"What are you worried about? To be honest, although he is a college student, he earns a lot of money teaching in Chongli during the winter vacation. He is definitely not after Jiang Nanfeng's Maserati... Oh, there must be other reasons for their breakup."
"What's the reason?"
"I told you to stay out of it! Why are you eating the melons of the younger generation?"
"Oh, what do you mean by eating melons? You're talking as if I have nothing else to do. I just want you to take this as a warning, right? Don't get carried away when you're in love and tell the other person everything about your work, family situation, and address. If there's any conflict, they'll come knocking on your door—"
“…”
Wei Zhi silently glanced at the man not far away, who was invited by her to "come to her house" and was now leaning on the washing machine with one hand, bending over to study how to use the washing machine.
He hunched over, the hoodstring of his hoodie dangling in the air.
Under the setting sun, the profile is invincible.
Wei Zhi looked at it in fascination for a while before slowly coming back to his senses: "You're late for this, didn't you meet my boyfriend downstairs last time?"
The person on the other side was probably shocked by the words "my boyfriend" and was silent for a few seconds before answering. After a while, he said, "He's not from South City. How can he remember the few seconds it took to send someone off?"
not really.
He has a very good memory.
When they just entered the yard, he held her hand and walked in front of her all the way. He arrived at her house without asking a single question. He only asked her which floor she lived on when he went upstairs.
Wei Zhi certainly wouldn't tell her mother about this to express her anxiety. She grumbled for a while and tried to hang up the phone, but the other party was not ready to let her go: "Did you listen to what I said? I'm not kidding you. The society is so complicated now. Nanfeng's mother must be so anxious now--"
"I know."
"What do you know, Weizhi, when will you understand something? Where are you now? Have you returned home?"
"I'm back." Wei Zhi sat on the edge of the sofa, hooking the suitcase with her foot and said lazily, "I'm doing laundry. I have to pick up the suitcases from Chongli later. I'm very busy."
On the balcony, the man heard the girl calmly take on all the housework he had just done, looking very shameless. He simply slammed the door of the washing machine and returned to the living room.
A hand hooked her soft chin.
Seeing her slightly narrow her eyes like a cat and lift her chin for him to touch, he sneered silently, propped one hand on the sofa, leaned over and bit the lips of the little girl sitting on the sofa backrest——
She shrank back after being bitten, and her legs, which had been wiggling, stiffened. She raised her hand and gently patted his back, signaling him to stop making trouble as she hadn't hung up the phone yet.
Shan Chong bit her lower lip as a warning. At this moment, the electronic door lock suddenly transmitted the sound of entering a password.
The two people who were playing were both stunned.
Weizhi's hair was so dry and brittle that it stood up.
"Ms. Yang?" Wei Zhi called into the phone, "Mom?"
The last syllable of "Mom" changed its tone as the door opened.
So when Ms. Yang opened the door, she saw her daughter sitting on the sofa in the room, with her arms around the man's neck, and the cell phone between her shoulders and cheeks.
In front of her, the man rested one hand on the sofa, slightly bent his waist, and used the other hand to support the girl's waist to prevent her from falling.
They both turned their heads.
Six eyes facing each other.
Carrying fresh vegetables, Ms. Yang, who had just been on the phone advising her daughter to protect her privacy and not bring men home, fell silent.
There was dead silence.
The only sound left was the rumble of the washing machine.
Weizhi felt the big hand on her waist move away, and the man calmly pulled her arm off him, straightened his back, and greeted Ms. Yang politely in a steady voice.
…
Half an hour later.
The small dining table in the Wei family's house was quite full.
Mr. Wei Jiaguo held the hot tea in front of him, staring at the swirling tea leaves, and said calmly: "Don't stare at me, I was called here just after work... I had an appointment with a client."
As he spoke, he would occasionally glance at Ms. Yang who was busy in the kitchen, and then look at Wei Zhi who was sitting at the table with her head hunched like a quail, and sighed: "The first time I let my boyfriend come over is to help you wash clothes. You are so proud."
Weizhi: “…”
Wei Zhi quickly glanced at Shan Chong, thinking that he had no objection.
At this moment, Wei Zhi was worried.
This wave of parent meetings caught her off guard.
It's not that they haven't considered this matter, but since the situation of Shan Chong's family is quite complicated, they originally agreed to meet the parents openly after everything is resolved...
That's right! How can it be that you, a debtor, rush to meet the girl's parents?
The conditions at their home are pretty good.
Anyway, it was with this consideration in mind that Shan Chong took the initiative to suggest postponing the meeting. This was probably the reason why he greeted him and left without looking back when they met downstairs last time.
However, plans cannot keep up with changes, and this was indeed an unexpected encounter.
Then Ms. Yang felt that it was not lively enough, so she called her father to come along, and this is the current situation.
The culprit went into the kitchen, leaving Mr. Wei Jiaguo outside to "chat" with them. There was a lot of noise in the kitchen, and the aroma of food wafted into the house. Wei Zhi should have felt hungry, but he felt his stomach churning.
She listened to Wei Jiaguo talking slowly while holding a teacup. Although it was just a casual chat, in her opinion, he had asked Shan Chong everything, from what he did before to what he does now. Wei Zhi was almost going crazy with embarrassment: "Why don't you ask him about his career plan for the next ten years?"
Wei Jiaguo coughed.
Shan Chong glanced at her.
Wei Zhi looked back directly, meaning, what are you looking at, I'm protecting you.
Wei Jiaguo sensed his daughter's reluctance and wanted to send her to the kitchen, but she was unwilling to move at all as if her butt was stuck with glue. She sat there with a stern face, as if she was saying, "You have to step over my dead body first, I won't leave anyway."
ah.
understand.
Mr. Wei Jiaguo also has his own aesthetic sense. Although middle-aged men's understanding of the word "handsome" is somewhat different from that of young people, this does not prevent his daughter's boyfriend from having a face that anyone with eyes can recognize as good-looking regardless of age.
Moreover, the young man was very polite. He sat there without any nervousness or boasting... It takes a lot of skill to be able to make it into the national team in a certain professional sport. When he talked about it, his tone was calm and neither humble nor arrogant.
Really likeable.
So at that moment, when Wei Zhi refused to cooperate, Wei Jiaguo said "Oh!" and smiled at Shan Chong in a good-natured way: "Look, she didn't allow me to ask."
Shan Chong smiled and said everything he could say.
I am not a talkative person.
I am used to looking down on people of the same age and even people of all ages in the ski circle on weekdays.
But in front of the elders, he behaved very politely - and it was a very natural and easy-going politeness, which made people even wonder if his inhuman aggression in daily life was intentional...
He could join in a conversation about whatever Wei Jiaguo said, including the cup of tea in front of him, whether it was bitter or astringent but still sweet. Wei Zhi could only stare blankly, realizing that he seemed to be able to get along well with this elder.
After chatting for almost an hour, we were finally able to eat.
This dinner had a rich variety of dishes. Wei Zhi was hungry but couldn’t eat. They were all her favorite dishes, but she barely touched her chopsticks...
Mainly because the meal had just started and she had no time to catch her breath. While Ms. Yang was serving rice to everyone, she casually asked about Shan Chong's family situation.
At that moment, Weizhi's soup spoon fell into the bowl with a "clang" in a very abrupt manner. The noise made the table quiet for a few seconds.
She wanted to die, holding onto the table with her hands, and asked in a rage, "Can't we just have a good meal?"
His voice was as deep as that of a young animal, and he had no aura but he forced himself to stand up, as if he was desperately trying to protect something.
Ms. Yang glanced at Wei Jiaguo and seemed a little surprised—
She knows her own daughter well. She has bad habits and will tell her directly if she is unhappy about something instead of sulking in silence.
For example, when she was having dinner with Han Yiming's family, she dared to overturn the table and leave, abandoning everyone.
Now she doesn't do that.
He sat obediently at the table, as if he was using all his strength to endure, and when he could no longer endure it, he squeezed out those... neutral words.
The atmosphere at the table was a little subtle for a moment. Sitting next to her, the man naturally put his soup spoon next to her hand, picked up her soup-stained food from the bowl with chopsticks, wiped it with a tissue, and put it aside.
Then, in Weizhi's silence, he slowly told her about the situation at home.
Parents are ordinary primary and junior high school teachers.
He has a younger sister who is seven years younger than him and is just 20 years old. She used to be a member of the provincial figure skating team, but later had her limbs amputated due to a training accident. She is now at home, doing rehabilitation training to maintain her limbs while waiting for a custom-made prosthesis.
His family therefore hoped that he would retire from the national team.
So he retired and now does some folk ice and snow promotion and some club activities. In his spare time he teaches at Sunac or ski resorts. His income is okay, but because his sister's prosthetic limbs are not cheap, he is still saving money.
All of the above.
Shan Chong said that this is the real version without any filters at all.
He finished speaking slowly and calmly. Weizhi could see her parents exchanging glances with each other. It was obvious that they had not expected that the situation in the other's family was quite complicated.
She felt a chill in her heart at that moment.
I ate a meal in a daze, and I wanted to kill myself.
If she had known this, she would rather wash clothes ten times and pack boxes twenty times than coax and trick Shan Chong into coming home...
He did nothing wrong.
Why should he sit here, be questioned by people who were almost strangers to him, and then tell all those chaotic things in a calm tone?
When he thought of this, Weizhi felt extremely uncomfortable.
She lowered her head to eat, too lazy to even lift it up, and relied entirely on the man to pick up food for her, and she ate whatever he picked up...
If there was no vegetable, she would just eat rice. Anyway, at this moment she had no idea what she was putting into her mouth.
Under the table, her legs unconsciously rubbed against the man. When she leaned against his legs and felt his body temperature through two layers of cloth, her chest, which felt like it had been punched, relaxed a little.
She felt the man turn his head and glance at her casually.
Then under the table, he didn't move his legs.
As he spoke, he leaned back quietly, his hand slipped under the table, his slender fingertips rested on her thigh, patting it soothingly.
…
Weizhi had never had such a painful meal in his life.
After dinner, Ms. Yang and Mr. Wei were about to leave. Wei Zhi followed them all the way to the entrance, but was stopped by someone.
She held onto the doorway, frozen in place, and didn't move.
At this moment, the man standing behind her patted her head from behind and said he would see her off.
The second the three of them left, Weizhi managed to keep her composure until the door closed. She jumped up like a frog being roasted on fire, ran all the way to the window sill, leaned against it and looked out -
She stared at the parking lot exit, waiting and waiting, as if she had been waiting for a century. When she checked the time on her mobile phone for the sixth time, she finally saw Ms. Yang's G-Class driving out of the parking lot.
The moment the boom was raised, the little girl who was leaning against the window jumped up, stumbled back to the door, kicked off her slippers, put on a pair of cotton shoes, and ran downstairs.
I don’t know why, but the lights in the neighborhood were not on today and it was pitch dark all around.
It is already deep winter. Although the wind is not biting, there is no cicada chirping. The treetops in the green belt make a rustling sound when the cold wind blows...
No one.
Originally, he should have returned the same way after sending them there. The way was not long at all, and she should have met him when she went downstairs now.
Wei Zhi shivered and felt a chill in his heart.
She forgot her coat when she rushed downstairs, and her fingers were immediately frozen. She did not give up, and took out her cell phone stiffly, blew a breath of warm air on her fingertips, unlocked the phone with the little residual temperature that would probably be dissipated soon, and called Shan Chong.
A cold female voice came from the other end, reminding me that the phone was turned off.
The hand that was placed on her ear fell down. Standing in the middle of the community, she looked around blankly. Her mind was blank. She had no idea what to do or where to find him.
Is he gone?
He is gone.
When this thought entered Weizhi's mind, he froze there, unable to move.
I don't know how long I stood there drinking the northwest wind.
She was almost frozen.
After about a century, she suddenly heard footsteps coming from a certain direction. She blinked, and probably out of reflex, she shook her head in that direction without any hope...
However, it was pitch dark and I couldn't see anything clearly.
Until the person called her name softly.
That familiar voice finally made her blood flow——
As she watched, the man walked towards her from a distance.
Under the sparse starlight, he had one hand in his pocket and the other holding a lit cigarette. He looked into her eyes for a few seconds, quickly looked her up and down, then extinguished the cigarette and threw it into the trash can beside him, then walked quickly towards her.
The familiar breath of the man mixed with the cold wind enveloped her. In the few seconds when she lost her words, he bent down and pinched her cold fingertips, then took off his coat and covered her head with it...
The warm clothes have his scent.
It was as if someone had delivered an oxygen tank to her in the dark deep sea, and she was able to survive.
The man's voice hadn't sounded so stern for a long time: "You're not wearing any clothes, what are you doing running down here?"
The words had just landed.
The little girl, who had been standing there silently as if her soul had left her body, threw herself fiercely into his arms.
He was caught off guard by the collision and took two steps back. In a daze, he heard the person holding his waist tightly in his arms, asking in a nasal voice: "Why didn't you answer my call!"
"...Did you call me? No answer...Oh," he was about to hug her again, and at this moment, Teng reached out and looked at his phone, "It's dead."
Hearing this, she almost fainted from anger, and spoke incoherently: "I thought you left and would not come back. My mom...my dad, them! Did they say anything strange or outrageous? Did they compare you with Han Yiming? Did they ask you to leave? Did they ask you to stay away from me? Don't pay attention to them, their words don't count. Anyway, since I was a child, what I am best at is disobedience--"
She was so anxious that she almost bit her tongue.
The voice he spoke was hoarse, not like he was crying, but he was so anxious that his words were unclear.
It was hard for Shan Chong to listen to her discontinuous words patiently, and then rearrange them and finally understand what she meant -
She thought her parents took him away alone to punish him.
The man thought about it and laughed with his chest shaking. The stern look on his face, which had been scolding her for running around without a coat just a second ago, softened now.
Rubbing the top of her head, he bent down and kissed her forehead soothingly: "It's okay."
She was still tugging at the fabric of his sweater near the waist—really hard—as if he might disappear if she let go…
She raised her head and looked at him seriously, her eyes were still red.
The tip of the nose is also red.
Part of it was because of excitement, and part of it was because I was frozen alive.
She told him with her eyes that there was nothing wrong.
In her pupils, she saw the man smile at her and say, "It's okay, they didn't say anything."
She hesitated for a few seconds, looking doubtful.
Not saying anything means nothing's wrong - if nothing's wrong, why are you smoking?
She didn't ask any questions, but silently picked at the cigarette in his pocket with her fingers.
The man understood immediately. He had not smoked in front of her recently. He was thinking of buying a pack. It seemed like something was wrong...
Shan Chong would not tell her that he was actually nervous too.
The man took the little girl into his arms, holding his coat, and walked back with her in his arms, saying, "If I had to force it, I would have said something. Your dad said you didn't eat much tonight and your mental state is really bad, so he told me to feed you a few more bites when we get home..."
What kind of words are these?
Weizhi complained in her heart, but she didn't argue. One reason was that she was really stunned, and the other was that she wanted to hear what happened later when she was not there.
Wondering what happened.
They stayed there for so long, long enough for Mr. Wei Jiaguo to write a check for five million dollars and throw it in Shan Chong's face to make him leave immediately...
Her thoughts travel far.
With her face full of doubts, the man held her and took her back to the elevator room of the apartment building. When he pressed the elevator button, he glanced at her and said, "Oh, and Mr. Wei asked you to check WeChat."
Weizhi held him without moving and did not take out his cell phone.
The man smiled helplessly and said, "That's enough, you little bastard. Let go."
She pursed her lips.
"You can't run away even if you let go."
When the elevator dinged, they got in and out, opened the familiar door, and Wei Zhi went into the house. Under the man's amused gaze, Mu Zhe calmly locked the door and then returned to the sofa.
Shan Chong went into the kitchen, turned on the gas, reheated the cold dishes, and turned back to ask her if she wanted to eat.
It sounds like there's really nothing wrong with your mood.
Lying on the sofa, Weizhi was like a small animal that had finally escaped after a frightened battle. She wrapped herself in a blanket and shivered. Then she slowly took out her cell phone. If she hadn't read it, she wouldn't have known that her father had written a short composition for her.
Very long paragraphs.
Start with the name he calls her most often.
【Wei Jiaguo: My dear girl, has Shan Chong returned? 】
【Wei Jiaguo: Have a chat with daddy. You've been so nervous tonight. Your mom asked me to tell you, but that's unnecessary.】
【Wei Jiaguo: Indeed, compared to Shan Chong, we as parents feel that Han Yiming is more suitable in terms of both his own qualifications and family situation. However, we also know that marriage is a serious matter and should not be taken lightly.
Don't blame your mother for being so obsessed with marrying into the Han family.
Although you used to be spoiled and willful, your mother would chase after you every Friday when the school had a big clean-up and remind you to bring a small bucket and rag. Later, when you checked your college entrance examination scores and filled out your university applications, your family always took care of everything for you. You never showed any dissatisfaction, and as your parents, we gradually got used to working for you.
I originally thought that you might still want to follow this pace until you get married and have children, so later on Han Yiming and your mother’s worry and persistence came into being. 】
【Wei Jiaguo: However, it seems that nothing in the world remains unchanged. Our daughter has grown up, has her own ideas, and has found the person she wants to be with.
Shan Chong is a very capable and motivated young man. Although his family affairs are complicated, Dad knows that you are worried that we will think that his sister's affairs are a burden and thus disapprove of your relationship. To be honest, you are a little too worried.
Not to mention that Shan Chong had his own detailed plan for the matter. To put it more bluntly, the money is earned, some people use it to enjoy, some people use it to squander, and some people use it to save lives... As long as one or two million dollars can be used for proper purposes, such an amount is not enough for our family to directly deny a person our daughter likes or even his family.
Not to mention the current situation of Dan Chong’s sister.
On social media, we still feel sorry for those dreamers who are troubled by pain and unable to realize their dreams. Let alone cases happening around us. There is no reason to be harsh or even ask to stay away from them.
Anyone with a conscience would not make a big fuss about this. 】
[Wei Jiaguo: The food tonight is good. Your mother spent a lot of effort to prepare it, but you didn't eat much. Come back and heat it up and eat some more.]
【Wei Jiaguo: Don't worry, this is just a simple meal. 】
Weizhi's fingers moved on the phone screen.
She rubbed her eyes and sniffed quietly. She read the last sentence of the long conversation, which was her father saying -
Xiaozhi, you must believe that your parents are kind people. That's why they raised you to be what you are today.
Weizhi raised his head.
Not far from the sofa, Shan Chong bent down and took the freshly reheated soup off the stove, took a new bowl, carefully skimmed off the foam, and filled a bowl.
He put the bowl on the dining table with his big hand, and glanced at her, "What are you looking at? Come and eat... It's not a big deal. You're so scared that you don't even want to eat. Are you as dirty as a squirrel?"
“…”
Weizhi put down his phone, stood up, and walked over slowly in his slippers.
She hugged the man's waist from behind and rubbed her face against his strong back. She sneezed a little, her voice a little hoarse from the cold wind, and she asked coquettishly, "You feed me?"
"Broken hand?"
She tightened her arms around his waist.
"Hello!"
"Eat if you want, or you won't eat. If you don't eat, you'll be hungry."
"Oh, I was worried all night, and I just got caught in a draught downstairs. I'm sure I'll catch a cold tomorrow... My hands are weak now! Is it okay if my hands are weak and I can't hold the bowl?"
"Did I ask you to think so much? Stop being so coquettish, wash your hands and serve the food."
“…”
He didn't chase her away, but dragged her around the kitchen like a little tail.
The heating in the house is on high and it's very warm.
There are lights from thousands of houses outside the window, and the small kitchen is lit with a bright yellow light, which is just the most inconspicuous one among them.
But there is only one second.
Weizhi felt that maybe she had saved the galaxy in her previous life, so she could become the luckiest person in this life.