The Fragrant Romance of the Abandoned House

Song Yi sat down, Qi Jingzhi was still in shock.

Song Yi lowered his head and touched Daqiu's head, and said, "I know him, but not well." He turned his head and looked at Qi Jingzhi seriously, "The only relationship between him and me is also It's on Song Wei."

"Come here," he said.

Qi Jingzhi was stunned for a moment, walked over, and sat down next to Song Yi in a daze.

He was still a little confused. Song Wei's father, who had been curious before, suddenly appeared. He was also a recent big client of their company. He really couldn't digest it for a while.Speaking of it, it's good that Song Yi didn't say anything about it, but when he said it, he suddenly felt that Song Wei looked a bit like that foreigner, especially those blue eyes, but Song Wei's pupils were a little lighter.

"That man is really Little Pig's father? My own father?" Qi Jingzhi still couldn't believe it.

Song Yi nodded.

"Which country?"

"You really know how to ask key questions." Song Yi squinted at him, "Britain."

"Tsk, really, look at his slow tone, then... Song Wei's mother..." Qi Jingzhi asked this question a little hesitantly, judging from the last time Song Yi was drunk and smashed paintings at his house Well, Song Yi's sister should be his weakness, so I can't mention it easily.

So he didn't dare to ask directly about many things, he could only wait, and wait for Song Yi to speak.

Song Yi picked up the two big ears of the big ball and pinched them lightly, and slowly said: "My parents died in a car accident when I was very young. At that time, my sister was only 16 years old. After leaving, she dropped out of school and started looking for a job to earn money to support me. She is seven years older than me, and spent all her wonderful years on me..."

Song Yi paused for a moment, then continued: "She didn't go to school anymore, so she worked hard to pay for my education. As soon as she confessed, she went to university. No one knows how she got here all these years. I know, but I can't do anything. I realized that at that time, I was not capable enough to make her life easier. In fact, she loved studying very much, and her grades were very good in school, but for me, she never gave herself any leeway, not at all. "

"So the little bud in that painting is you, right?" Qi Jingzhi looked at him, "The cloud in the sky is your sister."

Song Yi was stunned for a few seconds.

Qi Jingzhi continued: "That translucent big tree should be the self you wish for, right? You hope that one day you will be so strong that you no longer need your sister's protection, but you will become a towering tree to protect her."

"You..." Song Yi was startled by Qi Jingzhi's reaction speed, "We probably haven't seen each other seven years ago."

"Maybe I have seen it, but seven years ago I was still fighting with those thorny heads in the courtyard in the alley." Qi Jingzhi leaned on the bench and smiled, explaining: "That painting, I From the first time I saw it, I began to ponder the author's creative intentions, very curious," he turned his head and looked at Song Yi with a smile, "and I can look at it every day before going to bed, do you think I can figure it out? come out?"

"Why are you picking up that painting?" Song Yi also leaned back on the chair and looked up at the night sky. He seemed to see that very bright star again.

"I like."

"It's not that good-looking, it's a lot of money to put it in famous paintings."

"It depends on who painted it." Qi Jingzhi said casually with his eyes closed.

Song Yi turned his head and glanced at him, Qi Jingzhi suddenly opened his eyes.

What kind of weird shit is he talking about.

He glanced at Song Yi uncomfortably, changed the subject and said, "Later, your sister and that Englishman..."

"My sister met Steerforth when she was working. She was working at the hotel counter at that time. The man had just come to China and lived in the hotel where my sister worked. The two of them got to know each other after coming and going, but I I didn’t know until they confirmed their relationship, my sister didn’t say a word to me, and during that time I just watched her read an English dictionary.”

Qi Jingzhi smiled, and suddenly heaved a sigh of relief. When Song Yi talked about his sister, his mood didn't become heavy because of the heavy topic.

"It should be your sister who was chased by that foreign guy?" Qi Jingzhi asked.

"how do you know?"

"I guessed that your sister must be like you, noble and glamorous."

Song Yi smiled faintly, "Nonsense, my sister is very gentle, she always smiles when she sees everyone."

"It must be beautiful, right?"

Song Yi nodded, "Yes, very beautiful."

Looking at Song Yi's handsome profile, Qi Jingzhi could already imagine how beautiful Song Yi's sister is.

Song Yi continued: "I don't know when my sister and him got married. I have been staying in school and I don't understand the situation at all, but they have been together for a long time, even to the point where they are talking about marriage. When my sister decided to marry him, I didn't know the existence of this person, and my sister brought him home."

Song Yi stopped, dragging the dog leash and staring blankly at the sky.

"And then?" Qi Jingzhi turned to him and asked, "Are you married?"

"No, they broke up."

"what?"

"We broke up, my sister mentioned it. After that person left China, my sister found out that she was pregnant, and she didn't tell anyone, including me." Song Yi closed his eyes, "Later, my stomach got bigger and I couldn't hide it. She told me she had been working until then."

"Your sister...did she leave when Song Wei was born?"

"Well, dystocia."

Qi Jingzhi noticed that Song Yi's voice had become softer.

"Maybe God couldn't bear to see me lose my sister, so he gave me a cute little nephew." Song Yi looked very indifferent.

When talking about Song Wei, Qi Jingzhi smiled softly, but when he thought about Song Wei's illness, he couldn't open his mouth again.

Why does God like to joke so much?

Why can't we treat those who are struggling to live better, even just a little bit.

"So the Englishman doesn't know about Song Wei's existence, does he?"

"Ah."

"This shit is really scumbag for no reason," Qi Jingzhi clicked his tongue, "By the way, why did your sister break up with him?"

Song Yi touched Daqiu's wet nose, but said nothing.

"Ok?"

"Who is that woman who left with you after get off work today?"

This topic jumps up a bit fast, Qi Jingzhi's mind wanders to Siberia for a moment and he can't turn back, "Huh?"

"Ah what, I asked at the beginning."

"Oh... You said Liu Qingwan, she is my mother's current husband's daughter."

"Is it the one who ate at Mr. Cheng's house last time?"

"Yes, it's her."

"Why did you go with her?"

"Tsk, what you asked made me feel like I did something to a little girl." Qi Jingzhi crossed his chest and raised his legs, "I'm a young man."

Song Yi couldn't hold back, his eyes crookedly smiled, "Can you be thicker-skinned?"

Qi Jingzhi glanced at him with the corner of his mouth curled up, and explained: "My mother broke her leg and didn't tell me about it. She took me to the hospital to see my mother."

"Did you fall hard?"

"It's not serious, just keep it for a few days."

"Ah."

Qi Jingzhi coughed twice, and asked, "So, the story of our quarrel is over?"

"Is that called a quarrel? Aren't you the only one fooling around with your temper?"

"What do you mean I'm the only one who is stupid, and you didn't call me an idiot? Or an idiot whose head was kicked off by a donkey," Qi Jingzhi snorted, and said dissatisfiedly, "I don't know the identity of that gringo, why are you calling me an idiot? Idiot?"

Song Yi looked at the big ball and sighed.

Very sad reminder.

The idiot doesn't know the real reason why he is called the idiot.

Perhaps this is the essence of the young man with yellow flowers.

Hindsight and hindsight.