Don't be fooled, listen to me explain gl

Jian Zhuoxi also said: "Happy birthday, Dad."

Zhang Jianuo raised his glass and said, "Happy birthday."

It's just that compared to Jian Zhi and Jian Zhuoxi, her tone is just talking, not as strong as between husband and wife.

Jian Zhi has already become Buddhist towards the relationship between her parents, even if someone tells her now that they are divorced, she can readily accept it.

It's just a divorce, and it's not a big deal.

Jian Zhi drank the last drop of red wine in the glass, and was ordered by Zhang Jianuo not to drink any more.

Her father played a video with his grandma, who was living in the countryside, and asked her to come over to say hello.

Her grandma was wearing a bright red dress, and she was festive. She was almost 80 years old, with silver hair and wrinkled face, but she was very energetic.

As soon as grandma saw her, her smiling face just now stretched out, as if she was the creditor of the debt, but she still smiled and said hello, "Grandma."

The person on the other side of the phone said hello, and then said, "Where is my grandson, let grandma take a look."

Jian Zhi hurriedly handed the phone to her brother, and moved aside to continue eating. Jian Zhuoxi gave her a comforting look, took it over and said to the old man on the screen, "Grandma."

Her grandma happily replied "Hey", and said like something big happened, "Why is Zhuo Er so thin? It's better for young people to be fatter."

"..." Jian Zhi first looked at her brother's thin body in clothes, but fleshy body in undress, and then at her father's obviously fat body without saying a word.

Her grandma didn't like her since she was a child. She hated this and that. What she hated the most was that she was a girl, and she treated her mother like a flood. Anyway, as long as they went back to their hometown for the New Year, they would always come back full of anger.

Her grandfather was relatively not that mean, but the old man was in poor health and passed away two years ago. It happened that she was too lazy to get along with the old man and was happy in peace.

Jian Zhi picked up a piece of lotus root slices and was chewing them until she heard her grandma say again: "Zhuoer is so old, it's time to find a serious girlfriend, don't be like that little three's daughter, messing around with women Together, what kind of words are not yin or yang, disgusting to death, sooner or later you will have to divorce, hey, the second grandma next door has a great-grandson."

The old lady didn't know whether she thought that the loudspeaker was not turned on here, or she wanted to let Jian Zhi hear it, anyway, the words were ugly.

The dinner table suddenly fell silent. Jian Zhuoxi flicked her mobile phone left and right, and said in a dragging voice, "Grandma, the network is not good. I'll hang up first. Let's talk later."

Then, before they could react, they canceled the video call, and the two father and son looked at Jian Zhi and Zhang Jianuo in unison, the most important thing was to care about Jian Zhi.

Jian Zhi continued to chew her lotus root slices, and said nonchalantly, "What are you doing looking at me? I didn't steal your food, so keep eating."

Jian Xiaoliang was afraid that she would get angry and said: "Your grandma is old and not open-minded, so just treat her as nonsense and let her do it."

"Yeah." Jian Zhi poured herself a glass of wine sullenly.

Seeing that her father had finished caring about her alone, but didn't say a word to her mother, he seemed to have acquiesced in the fact that she was a mistress, and he was so angry that he drank another drink.

A good meal became embarrassing because of a few words from the old lady. As a result, the old lady kept sending video applications. After being rejected, she finally called her dad and the two went to the balcony to chat.

Jian Zhuoxi was so embarrassed that she didn't know what to say, so Jian Zhi and Zhang Jianuo should not take it to heart.

Jian Zhi said it's okay to continue drinking, but she was almost choked, and Hanako choked on tears.

Zhang Jianuo took out a tissue and handed it to her, wiped it for her and said, "Drink less wine, you will throw up later, but no one wants to care about you."

"Even you don't want to care about me?" Jian Zhi's eyes were wet, as if she was about to cry at any moment.

Zhang Jianuo knew that the old lady's words had hurt her just now, so he coaxed, "Take care."

Jian Zhi smiled and had a drink with Zhang Jianuo.

However, she didn't drink too much and was carried back to her room. Jian Zhi was dizzy, but she was very sober, she remembered everything she should remember, and she didn't forget what she should forget.

She brought out all the things she had collected over the years.

There are a few posters, all of which are Shi Qingyu, all of which are the same photo, but with different backgrounds.

This is what she specially went to learn photoshop, and then made it bit by bit according to the tutorial.

At first, it was posted on the wall of her bedroom, and she would take a look at it every day when she woke up. Later, when she was worried about getting married, she would read it softly and get some ideas, so she put them all away.

There are also some customized notebooks on the bookshelf, and even Shi Qingyu's published papers are also collected.

Everything is related to Shi Qingyu, Jian Zhi is like a fanatical fan, she praises Shi Qingyu too much, and after getting close to her, she realizes that she also has many shortcomings of ordinary people.

Jian Zhi took out all the things, put them on the bed, took all the books off the shelf, and opened them one by one.

As long as there is a small bookmark in the book that has been read, it is an anime character based on Shi Qingyu. It was a work that she suddenly had a whim in her junior year and learned hand-painting for half a year.

Jian Zhi opened the book, took out the bookmarks from inside, and threw them into the trash can one by one as if fulfilling a wish, at a very slow speed.

She had only thrown five books when she saw Zhang Jianuo coming into the room. Jian Zhi hurriedly put away the books, sat obediently by the bed, and didn't know how to explain the pile of things.