The Fragrant Romance of the Abandoned House

"I know, I know." Ren Han pinched out the cigarette, turned to look at Song Yi, "Didn't you have a heavy cigarette addiction in college, and now you quit?"

"Why didn't I know you still smoke." Qi Jingzhi's voice came from behind.

Song Yi and Ren Han turned their heads at the same time.

Qi Jingzhi glanced at the man next to Song Yi, he had never seen him before, he was good-looking, his slightly upturned eyes were eye-catching, and he was staring at him with an unlit cigarette in his mouth at the moment.

"Why are you here? You broke up with Cheng Cheng and the others?"

Ren Han turned his head and asked, "Who is this?"

"he's mine……"

Before he could say the word "male", he was interrupted by Qi Jingzhi: "Friend."

Song Yi turned his head and looked at Qi Jingzhi, he wanted to answer "boyfriend", he intuitively told Ren Han about his relationship with Qi Jingzhi, it would be fine, but he didn't expect Qi Jingzhi to kill him before he did up.

Song Yi thought that Qi Jingzhi was being cautious, but he didn't know that he was actually evading, evading what he thought was Song Yi's answer.

So Song Yi chose to cooperate with him: "Well, he is my friend, Qi Jingzhi."

"This is my classmate in college, Ren Han." Song Yi introduced to Qi Jingzhi.

Ren Han nodded with a cigarette in his mouth, "Hello."

"Hello."

Song Yi saw that Qi Jingzhi was carrying a bunch of things in his hands, and walked over to pick them up, "I told you not to carry such heavy things."

"Have you had an interview?" Qi Jingzhi asked him.

"pass."

"That's good. Cheng Cheng and Yu Xia will come over in a while. We don't have lunch together. I'll let them come here for dinner."

"Okay," Song Yi looked at the things in the bag, raised his head and asked him, "Are you cooking?"

"Ah." Qi Jingzhi nodded, then turned to look at Song Wei's room, "Where's Little Pig? Still asleep?"

"Your hands just make a fart of rice." Song Yi was not very happy.

"I'll let the three of you do it for me later." Qi Jingzhi said nonchalantly, and turned his head to see Song Wei sticking out his head from the room, with fluffy curly hair on his head.

Song Wei rubbed his eyes and lazily called out, "Brother."

Qi Jingzhi walked over with a smile, picked him up, and kissed his warm cheek, "You've slept so far, you're really a pig."

"This is your nephew?" Ren Han walked up to Song Yi and asked.

"Ah."

Song Wei turned his head, Ren Han saw his face clearly, it was as beautiful as a doll, he asked Song Yi in surprise: "So cute? Are you a mixed race?"

Song Yi nodded.

"Damn, his father is still a foreigner..."

Song Wei leaned on Qi Jingzhi's neck, tilted his head and looked at Ren Han, put his arms around Qi Jingzhi's neck, leaned into his ear and whispered, "Brother, who is that uncle?"

Qi Jingzhi replied: "It's your uncle's old classmate."

Ren Han was not good at dealing with children, so he grinned unnaturally, waved to Song Wei and said, "Hi, kid, I'm your uncle's friend."

"Hello, Uncle." Song Wei replied politely and then lay on Qi Jingzhi's body without speaking.

Ren Han could see that, um, he was a cool kid with both politeness and personality.

When Cheng Cheng and Yu Xia stepped into Song Yi's house, the entire room was almost full of people, plus Song Wei's little buns, the whole room was full of old men, and there was almost no room for them to sit on the sofa.

Qi Jingzhi hugged Song Wei and sat on the calf stool to amuse him. As soon as Cheng Cheng and Yu Xia arrived, he put Song Wei down and said to him: "Brother is cooking, you can play by yourself." He turned his head. He hooked his hand toward Cheng Cheng, "Come and help me with my work."

Cheng Cheng stroked his sleeves, and said dissatisfiedly, "How did you know to send me?"

"You cheap labor."

"Ah."

Cheng Cheng washed the dishes in his hands, looked up at the living room, and asked Qi Jingzhi, "Who is that person?"

"Song Yi's college classmate." Qi Jingzhi replied without raising his head.

"College classmate? Why did a college classmate suddenly appear?"

"How would I know." Qi Jingzhi picked up the kitchen knife, and just weighed it twice in his hand, he felt a pain in his forearm, which was a bit unbearable.He bit his lower lip and frowned, Song Yi happened to see it when he came in.

"I told you not to do it." Song Yi's voice sounded angry.

Qi Jingzhi's hand paused, and as soon as he looked up, he saw Song Yi quickly walking over and snatching the kitchen knife from his hand, and threw it into the sink with a "bang".

"You fucking go out and rest for me."

"I……"

"What are you, go out." Song Yi stared at him.

Qi Jingzhi shrank his neck, thinking that I'm just cooking a meal, this hand hasn't been touched yet, so why be so angry?

Hearing the movement in the kitchen, Ren Han and Yu Xia walked in.

"What's wrong?" Ren Han asked.

"Let's go, let's go out to eat." Song Yi said.

"Why go out to eat? There are so many dishes." Ren Han glanced at the pool.

Song Yi frowned, "His hands are just right and he can't toss. I don't cook well, so let's go out to eat."

"I can do it," Ren Han said, "It's a big deal, seeing you blowing your beard and staring, I thought something was wrong, I'll do it."

"You can cook?" Song Yi was a little surprised, his impression of Ren Han was still that of a romantic ruffian many years ago.

"How can you hook up a little girl if you don't have this skill?" Ren Han curled his lips.

Song Yi clicked his tongue.

The ruffian is still the same ruffian, but his rank has risen a lot.

Everyone else was kicked out of the kitchen, only Song Yi was left, and the old classmates were there, and there was still a lot to talk about.

"What happened to you just now?" Ren Han skillfully chopped vegetables.

"what?"

"Just now, for your friend, don't you just cook a meal, what are you doing with a dark face?" Ren Han turned to look at him, "Have you ever had such a big temper before?"

"His arm was injured before, and the cast was just removed today."

"That's not so fierce, is it?"

Song Yi frowned, with a serious voice: "He was injured for my nephew, I don't want any more problems with his hands."

"You have a good relationship with him?"

"Ah."

"Tsk..."

Song Yi turned to look at him, "Why?"

"Why didn't I see you caring about me so much back then?"

Song Yi smiled, "Then you should try breaking a bone."

"When I played basketball to help you block the ball and hurt your leg, I never saw you in such a hurry..."

Song Yi was taken aback, "Is there such a thing?"

"I'll go to your uncle, I was lying down for a week." Ren Han raised the kitchen knife.

Song Yi blocked it with a smile, "I really don't remember much, this happened so many years ago..."

Qi Jingzhi was lying sideways on the sofa, crossing his long legs like a mermaid, looking gloomy at the two laughing people in the kitchen.

Song Yi smiled with his eyes crooked, he was very good-looking, but the scene was very dazzling.

Song Yi seldom smiles. Although he always has a gentle smile on his face, he seldom really smiles from the bottom of his heart.

Will laugh so happily, it seems that the relationship with that old classmate is really good.

At least they have a common language.

Cheng Cheng sat with Yu Xia and played games, and looked up at the vinegar fish on the sofa from time to time.

"Let's not eat the jealousy of an old man." Cheng Cheng teased.

Yu Xia was puzzled, and began to add to the confusion: "Why can't the old man eat vinegar?"

"Oh, Yu Mu, shut up." Cheng Cheng lightly kicked Yu Xia.

Cheng Cheng's implication is that Ren Han is straight, and Qi Jingzhi can rest assured that Yu Xia is better off, just slap him in the face.

After saying this, doesn't it mean that Ren Han may be crooked.

Qi Jingzhi propped his head and gave them a sideways glance.

Cheng Cheng killed the last head, raised his head to meet Qi Jingzhi's gaze, and dared not say, "Actually, Ren Han looks like a double."

Ren Han's cooking skills are quite good, a group of people sat at the table and ate with gusto, but there was not enough space at the table, Song Wei sat in Qi Jingzhi's arms to eat.

The little pig head is a bit clingy today, clingy to the big pig head, he was not happy when Song Yi wanted to hug him for dinner, so he insisted on Qi Jingzhi hugging and feeding him.

Qi Jingzhi touched Song Wei's chubby stomach, fed him a mouthful of food, and deliberately teased him: "You are going to numb my legs, you fat man."

The little guy has gained weight recently, which is fine.

Song Wei took a bite of the rice angrily, and retorted: "I'm not fat!"

Qi Jingzhi smiled happily, and continued to tease him: "It's great to be fat. As a little pig, being fat is the quality you must have."

Song Wei didn't understand, but he laughed inexplicably, giggling so much that the rice spewed out.

"Don't laugh when you're eating." Qi Jingzhi took out a piece of paper to help him wipe his mouth, "It's time to choke again."

"It's not you teasing him." Song Yi said.

Song Wei stayed with Qi Jingzhi, laughing for 24 hours out of [-] hours, and rested for the remaining four hours after being tired from laughing.It's not surprising that he sticks to him so much.

Ren Han looked at Qi Jingzhi, "Nephew Song Yi is quite close to you."

Qi Jingzhi gave a "hmm" and lowered his head to feed Song Wei a spoonful of steamed eggs.

Cheng Cheng watched from the sidelines, thinking that Ren Xiaozhi is Song Wei's aunt in a sense, so why don't they kiss each other?

"What are you doing now?" Song Yi asked Ren Han, "You don't draw anymore?"

"Painting," Ren Han took a sip of his drink and replied to Song Yi, "Designer."

"Which company am I now?"

"Yeah." Ren Han nodded and glanced at Song Yi, "I haven't left my old profession, but it's a little bit far from my original idea. I can't help it, life forces me." He shook his head.

Song Yi squinted at him, "Just talk nonsense, it's just your family's economic level."

Ren Han grinned, "I don't have much motivation when you're not here."

Qi Jingzhi's hand holding the spoon paused for a moment.

Gee.

The atmosphere was a bit delicate, Cheng Cheng glanced at Qi Jing quietly, and began to change the subject: "Brother Song, which university do you guys go to?"

"Yangmei." Ren Han said.

"Fucking...that's awesome, brother Song, you actually belong to Yangmei?"

"It's for a fart," Ren Han cast a glance at Song Yi, "He hasn't finished yet."

"what?"

"He dropped out of school."

"What?? Why??"

Song Yi interrupted their conversation: "Don't talk about old things."

He looked up at Qi Jingzhi, Qi Jingzhi was very quiet today, he basically didn't say anything except playing around with Song Wei.

As if sensing Song Yi's gaze, Qi Jingzhi raised his head, his hair was long and lay limply on his forehead.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Qi Jingzhi asked, "I'm handsome?"

Song Yi smiled and nodded, "Ah, quite handsome."

After a meal, the atmosphere was quite harmonious, at least what Cheng Cheng expected did not happen.

After sending everyone away, Qi Jingzhi stayed at Song Yi's house to clean up the table, Song Yi walked over and took the bowl in his hand, "I'll do it."

Qi Jingzhi looked at him, and suddenly said: "I'll go back first."

Song Yi held him back, "Go back so early?"

Qi Jingzhi turned his face away and said nothing.

Song Yi pulled him and didn't speak, just waiting for him to speak.

About a minute later, Qi Jingzhi really couldn't help it anymore, squinted at Song Yi and whispered, "I've never seen you smoking."

Song Yi couldn't help laughing, watching him still not speaking.

Qi Jingzhi said before that he himself is transparent in front of Song Yi, this is absolutely true, it is transparent, Song Yi can see through what he is thinking.

"I didn't know that you were a department grass in college."

"I didn't know you were on the basketball team in college."

"I didn't know that you would fight with people before..."

Qi Jingzhi was still talking, when Song Yi suddenly leaned over and kissed him on the lips.

Before she could utter the coaxing words, she heard a milky voice behind her.

"uncle……"

Song Wei hugged the bear and stood at the door of the room, staring blankly at the two people at the dining table.