More to come [Rebirth] (GL)

Zhong Qingyu was silent for two seconds, then asked: "With her mother?"

"No, Auntie lives upstairs and doesn't live with us. She's going up to prepare lunch for me now."

Zhong Qingyu hated iron but said: "Then she went up to prepare, so you can stay downstairs with peace of mind?"

Ji Youyan: "?" Otherwise?

"Didn't you say in your letter that her mother is not very satisfied with you? If you don't come to trouble, whoever is satisfied? After all, it's your elders. You can't help if you are hurt now, but at least you have to have an attitude. You just ask someone to stand by and watch her prepare, and he feels comfortable in his heart. Why are you so dumbfounded."

Ji Youyan was dumbfounded by the scolding, and then laughed. There was a sense of steadfastness that after she got married, her mother was teaching her how to deal with the relationship between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law.

"Mom, thank you." She said sincerely.

Zhong Qingyu knew what she was talking about.She sighed, and said sullenly: "Anyway, I have fulfilled my responsibilities as a parent. I tried my best to persuade you, but you didn't listen. So if you really regret it in the future, don't blame me for not stopping you .”

"I won't regret it."

"I also hope that you won't regret it." Now that things have happened, she only hopes that Ji Youyan can really live well. "Your father still needs a little time, and I will help you talk about it."

"It's okay, take your time." With Zhong Qingyu's consent, Ji Youyan gained confidence.

Zhong Qingyu snorted lightly, now he said take his time, what was he anxious about before?She didn't expose it either, and changed the subject and told Ji Youyan: "You are taking care of your body now. If you want to eat something that you are embarrassed to tell her mother directly, just tell Jing Xiu and let her talk to her mother. What does her mother do, you You have to give her face and cheer her up, if there is something that doesn't suit your taste, you can just talk to Jing Xiu in private, don't say it stupidly."

Ji Yuyan smiled and said, "Okay, I know, I'm not that stupid."

"If you're not that stupid, hurry up and see how they're doing. Do you want them to serve you something?"

Ji Youyan was as good as he was, and hurriedly picked up the voice, and went upstairs after sending a message to Jing Shurong.

When she went upstairs, Jing Shurong was almost ready and said that she was about to send it down.Ji Yuyan quickly and sensiblely said that there is no need, the two of them can eat upstairs, and it will be the same for the next two days.

Although Jing Shurong didn't express anything directly, Ji Youyan sensed that Jing Shurong was quite surprised and satisfied with her being able to take the initiative to go upstairs.Sure enough, the one who understands mother's thoughts best is mother?Ji Youyan was secretly glad that he had picked up a game.

So it was close to the time of making dinner in the afternoon, so Ji Youyan deliberately went early in the morning to accompany Jing Shurong to prepare dinner.Her hand was hurt and she couldn't do much, she just huddled beside the kitchen to gossip with Jing Shurong, and asked some interesting things about Jing Xiu's childhood.

When all mothers mentioned their children, the chatterbox seemed to be unstoppable, and Jing Shurong was no exception.During dinner time, Ji Youyan not only got a lot of interesting stories about Jing Xiu when he was a child, but also gained a lot of favorability with Jing Shurong.

After dinner, Jing Shurong was going to the theater to watch a drama, and he invited Ji Youyan to go with him.Considering that his appearance might bring unnecessary disturbances, Ji Yuyan politely refused.

She went downstairs and returned home. Looking at the sunset sky outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, she felt comfortable physically and mentally, and suddenly had the desire to write songs.She went to the study to get a pen and paper, went to the music room to pick up the guitar, and went to the deck chair on the balcony.It was only when she was about to use the guitar that she realized that she couldn't play it now, but this did not hinder her interest in writing songs.

She crossed her legs, bathed in the evening breeze, humming and chirping, enjoying herself.

Jing Xiu finished the performance and returned home. When she entered the living room, she saw Ji Youyan on the balcony with her back turned to her.Jing Xiu came a little closer and saw that she was wearing earphones, with one leg straightened and the other bent to put the paper on, humming and recording.The light shrouded her tall and slender figure, making her more gentle and elegant.Jing Xiu felt that her whole body seemed to be emitting a soft light.

Quiet and beautiful, it was the scene she was most familiar with and nostalgic for.Jing Xiu was reluctant to break such a picture.She looked at her eyebrows gently for a while, then quietly took a picture with her mobile phone, and turned around to move a chair to sit with Ji Yuyan.

When turning around, her shadow swayed on Ji Youyan's notebook, and Ji Youyan reflexively looked behind him.

"Ah Xiu..." She took off her earphones and said happily.

Jing Xiu paused, turned around and saw Ji Youyan's joyful smile.The corners of the lips are curved, and the dark eyes are shining.

"Are you writing a song?" She asked quietly.

Ji Yuyan stretched out his hand to take her hand, and said slyly, "You overheard my singing." She pulled Jing Xiu to sit on the edge of her recliner, put her arms around her waist and smiled and said, "Honestly, how long have you been eavesdropping?" ?”

Jing Xiu said disapprovingly, "I'm standing upright, but you didn't notice it yourself." She pursed her lips slightly and laughed deliberately: "Besides, did you sing? Why do I seem to only hear a pig humming?" .”

Ji Youyan smiled lowly, put his hands on Jing Xiu's itchy waist, and said in a dangerous tone: "Are you sure?"

Jing Xiu clasped her hand vigilantly, but smiled silently.

Ji Youyan couldn't hear a satisfactory answer, so he said "huh?" meaningfully, and his men tickled her badly.Jing Xiu was afraid that he would touch Ji Yuyan's injured area with too much movement, so he could only pat her mischievous hand with a smirk.