The Fragrant Romance of the Abandoned House

Qi Jingzhi turned around stiffly and asked, "This... is your father?"

Song Wei looked at him and blinked his eyes, but didn't speak.

Qi Jingzhi suddenly held Song Wei's cheeks with both hands, turned his head to look around, "How can you be that man's son, is your mother a foreigner? I remember that the last time I saw it in the hospital was not a foreigner." People, and the one in the restaurant before...how did I get married when I went to your dad???"

Qi Jingzhi said a series of words in one breath, not even breathless, there were too many things that made him unable to turn his head around, but he didn't understand how the focus of blurting out became how married he was. question.

Song Wei was holding his face in his hands, his mouth was congested, and he pursed his mouth and muttered, but Qi Jingzhi didn't hear it clearly, and felt that this little figure was so cute that he couldn't help but go up and kiss him up.

"Hey, how could that man have such a cute son..." Qi Jingzhi lowered his head and sighed.

"So you are the brother that Xiaowei keeps talking about." Song Yi's voice came from behind.

Qi Jingzhi stood up, turned around, and said, "So you are the magical father of the brat."

father?

Song Yi turned his head and glanced at Song Wei, who immediately covered his eyes with his hands.

"I'm not his father." Song Yi said.

"Huh? Ah?!" Qi Jingzhi turned to look at Song Wei, and found that the kid was peeking at them through his fingers with his eyes open.

"I'm his uncle." Song Yi pulled Song Wei over, "Thank you for sending Xiao Wei home last time. I'll treat you to dinner another day if I have a chance."

"No need." Qi Jingzhi waved his hand and said, "Oh, I'm confused, the father that kid said..."

"The father he mentioned is me, and he only has me as his relative."

Qi Jingzhi glanced at Song Yi, but didn't speak.

Cheng Cheng suddenly ran over from the house and asked, "What is this for? Xiaozhi, who is this?"

"puff……"

Hearing the word "Xiaozhi", Song Yi couldn't help laughing, and covered his mouth with the back of his hand and coughed twice.

Qi Jingzhi squinted at him, and replied calmly: "The original author of the sand sculpture pillow."

"Ah?" Cheng Cheng didn't react.

"Oh you ghost, tell me Xiaozhi to be careful next time, I'll sew your mouth shut."

"Cut, I'll call, and you can sew if you can."

"Look if I have that ability..."

Song Wei was left on the sidelines by a group of adults, unable to intervene, and pinched Song Yi's clothes in aggrieved manner.

Qi Jingzhi looked down, saw Song Wei's pitiful expression, immediately ignored Cheng Cheng, knelt down and touched his head, "Would you like to come to brother's house for a sit down?"

Hearing his words, Song Wei nodded vigorously, before he could say "OK", Song Yi immediately rejected him: "Xiao Wei, it's time for us to go back to eat."

"Isn't it okay to play for a while?" Song Wei asked anxiously.

Song Yi looked at him without answering.

Qi Jingzhi looked at the big-eyed and small-eyed father and two in front of him, and suddenly thought of the bird in his own house. Wouldn't it be embarrassing for the kid to go in and see him at his grandma's house, so he helped Song Yi persuade: "You go back to eat first." Well, if you have a chance to come to my house to play again in the future, okay?"

"But, but..."

"You know where my home is, are you still afraid that I'll run away?" Qi Jingzhi pinched Song Wei's nose.

Song Yi glanced at Qi Jingzhi, it was amazing that such a gentle voice could come out of this guy's mouth.He took Song Wei's hand and said, "So, come again when we have a chance, now let's go back to eat."

"Then, can that brother come and play with me? My house is upstairs, on the tenth floor!" Song Wei grabbed Qi Jingzhi's clothes.

"Ah? Isn't your house in..."

"We've moved, we just moved here today." Song Wei said.

"Really? Is it such a coincidence?"

"Hmm! So brother, you must come to me."

"it is good."

"Then I'll go back to eat."

"Go." Qi Jingzhi patted his butt.

"Then let's go first." Song Yi looked at him and said.

Qi Jingzhi nodded.

After the two left, Cheng Cheng asked, "Hey, who are those two?"

"A little cutie, a big sand sculpture."

"WTF?"

"That child, I met on the road before, so I sent him back. That man is his father, oh no, it's his uncle." Qi Jingzhi looked at Cheng Cheng with a smile, and continued, "That's the sand sculpture. Creator of Throw Pillows."

"What? He put the things on your pillow?"

Qi Jingzhi picked up the things that had just been thrown on the ground, "Yes, it's him."

"Fuck hahahaha, why did he sew two small animals on his chest?"

"It's a long story."

"Hey, do you two have an unspeakable story?"

"Are you an idiot?"

"Tell me about it."

"You have to pay to listen to the story."

"Nimma, ten words and eight words are always about money, why don't you just go to a rich woman, seeing that you have a pretty face, you can definitely make a lot of money."

"Ha ha."

When Qi Jingzhi returned to the room, he saw the painting that was found in the garbage truck a few days ago, so the author of this painting is that person.

The painting was placed by the wall, and before he had time to hang it up, he reached out and touched the newly replaced picture frame yesterday. The painting had been thrown away, and it was impossible for him to return it to others. I can keep it by myself.

After knowing the author of this painting, he began to wonder again: What is it that he dislikes this painting?Why do you have to throw it away?

Forget it, it's none of his business.

He turned on the computer and Googled the word "sales".

The job his mother told him before, Qi Jingzhi fought against his lack of self-esteem and gave in after a few days.

In fact, when Cheng Cheng told him a lot of great principles that day, his brain was almost washed out, but his heart was always uncomfortable, so it took several days before he made up his mind to try it.

When talking to his mother on the phone, the person on the other end of the phone was so happy that he couldn't speak clearly. Qi Jingzhi felt that the old man would get out of the phone and kiss him in the next second.

Although his mother said that this job is not difficult, he is just a low-level employee, but after all, it does not match his major, so he still needs to understand what he should understand.

Ever since Song Wei came back from Qi Jingzhi's place, he was very uneasy, his eyes fluttered all over the meal, and he would tease the big ball from time to time. Song Yi knocked on his small bowl with chopsticks, "Eat well, follow me What are you playing with the big ball?" He kicked the big ball lightly and said, "Go, eat your slippers."

Speaking of slippers, he suddenly remembered Da Qiu's favorite thing—that black slipper, which belonged to the man who lived on the 6th floor.

Since the day the silly dog ​​took the slippers home, he has never been able to dispose of that shoe, and he doesn't know where the big ball is looking at that thing. Now he doesn't even hesitate to look at the rubber bone that he used to grind his teeth on. One glance, holding a slipper and biting it all day long, anyone who touches it will show his teeth.

"Uncle, I want to go and play with my brother." Song Wei sat on the chair and shook his feet.

Song Yi put down his chopsticks, looked at him and said, "Xiaowei, did uncle tell you that you can't go outside all the time, it's not good for your health."

"But, but brother's house is downstairs."

"How long have you been back..." Song Yi sighed, "Can you eat obediently first?"

Song Wei pouted and continued to chop the rice with his head down.

Song Yi glanced at him and asked, "You like that brother so much?"

Song Wei looked at him and nodded.

It's really funny, even if my dog ​​really likes that person's slippers, my kids also really like that person himself.

Song Yi was suddenly a little annoyed, and asked inexplicably, "Then do you like uncle more, or brother?"

What a stupid question.

After asking, he realized how naive he was. Just as he was about to change the subject, he heard Song Wei say, "Uncle."

Well, the elbow hasn't turned out yet.

Still my good nephew, good baby.

Song Yi smiled, stretched out his hand and pinched Song Wei's face.

"If uncle takes me to my brother's house, I will like uncle more." Song Wei suddenly looked at Song Yi seriously.

Well, the elbow is still turned outward, and it is almost a push at the door.

"Hey, you stinky bastard..." Song Yi pinched his nose with a smile, and Song Wei giggled, his voice was as clear as a silver bell.

However, Song Yi is still very happy in his heart. He has not seen Song Wei so energetic for a long time. Although he looks excited, he is very relaxed. The sick state before has disappeared recently. How did I see you.

It was thanks to that person that he could make the little guy so happy.

Although he still hasn't been able to figure out where the man's strong attraction to Song Wei is.

Early in the morning, Cheng Cheng dragged Qi Jingzhi to the breakfast shop for breakfast again. After living with him for a few days, Cheng Cheng almost cured his problem of not eating breakfast.

It stands to reason that young people don't have mornings during the summer vacation, why this person is like an old man, he doesn't miss a breakfast every day, and he can chatter for a long time if he misses a meal.

Qi Jingzhi sat on his seat with his head propped up and looked at Cheng Cheng angrily. This guy would come to trouble, and he got acquainted with the proprietress of the breakfast shop in just a few days. He kept talking to Taozi to make fun of him, regardless of whether he liked him or not.

As a result, now, whenever Cheng Cheng comes, the proprietress's weight is astonishing.

Cheng Cheng took a bite of the fritters and asked, "Are you going to work in a few days?"

"Yeah." Qi Jingzhi nodded and asked, "Do you think I'm very unprincipled?"

"It's not without principles. Principles don't apply to this kind of thing. You haven't violated the law. We're not saints either. Just live your life well."

"It's a shame that you don't become a counselor."

"I said that I don't usually go down to earth easily. By the way, what kind of work do you do? Can you do it?"

Qi Jingzhi took a sip of porridge and shook his head, "I don't know, just take one step at a time, if you can't do it, you'll be fired, anyway, just try it."

"Hmm... This mental awareness is pretty good. By the way, do you want to take care of yourself? You can't go to work like this?" Cheng Cheng glanced at Qi Jing.

"What's wrong with me?"

"It's a big problem, okay, who do you see dressed like you in the workplace, with big pants and a sweaty vest every day."

"What's wrong... I definitely don't wear it when I go outside."

"Then I think you still need to take care of yourself."

"I'll talk about it when the time comes. I have my own sense of proportion. Are you really fucking thinking of me as a giant baby?"

"Ah." Cheng Cheng nodded.

"Hold."

Manager Wang walked to Song Yi's place and handed him a resume, "Xiao Song."

"Manager, what's the matter?" Song Yi took the resume, "What is this? A resume?"

"Ah, didn't someone in your department resign not long ago? Are you still short of people? This kid has something to do with the boss's friend. It just so happens that your department is short of people, so you can accept it."

Song Yi flipped through his resume.

Name: Qi Jingzhi.

He glanced up at the photo, and before he had time to be surprised, he was blinded by the profession filled next to the photo.

Specialization: Archeology.

"No, manager, this major... Do you want him to sell products to Cao Cao?"

Manager Wang laughed twice, and said: "What you said, don't just look at majors. There are many college students who work when they don't have the right majors. You see, this is a famous school, and they must have some skills. Besides Wouldn’t it be you? Just put in some effort to guide and guide others, and let them go if it doesn’t work.”

"This……"

"Anyway, I'll leave it to you." Manager Wang patted Song Yi on the shoulder.

Song Yi nodded, staring blankly at the ID photo on his resume.