you like how i look

Ji Shiyao pushed the mirror frame, looked at the painted red door, smiled, and raised his hand to knock on the door.

He could even feel the moment his mother opened the door's emotional changes, from flat to joyful.

Soup was simmering in the kitchen.

Ji Shiyao is very familiar with this scent, which is the pork rib soup that his mother is best at. He lifted up his apron and wiped his hands, "Your father is reading the newspaper in the study room. His eyesight has been bad recently. Please advise him to read less newspapers!"

Ji Shiyao smiled and nodded, "Okay, I'll go and see him."

His mother smiled and walked to the kitchen, "Then you go quickly, he doesn't say anything, but he misses you in his heart."

Speaking of Ji Shiyao’s father, reading newspapers is his life. He was also a proper intellectual in the past 30 years. He graduated from a normal school, taught for a few years, and worked in a magazine. He has been doing this for more than 30 years. Because of the loneliness of the paper media, Ji Shiyao didn't dare to read the news on his mobile phone at home.

Now the old man is a visiting professor at a university. He has a class once every two weeks and gives lectures from time to time. Ji Shiyao thinks this is good, not idle or tired, but reading newspapers is really taxing.

Ji Shiyao pushed open the door, "Dad."

Dad turned around and smiled, "Yaoyao is back?"

Ji Shiyao entered the door and sat down along the sofa, "Yes, are you reading the newspaper?"

Dad put down the newspaper, "That's right, I'm used to it."

Ji Shiyao added some hot water to his father's cup, and said, "Mom asked me to persuade you to read less newspapers."

He took the water glass and shook his head, "You are also a medical student. You are getting old, and you will inevitably have presbyopia."

It was only then that Ji Shiyao noticed that the lacquer edges of his father's presbyopic glasses had faded. It seemed that they had been used for a while, but Ji Shiyao had no impression of this. In the past year, he was always away from home during his internship in the hospital and was always busy with other things. Didn't notice these.

"Yao Yao."

When Ji Shiyao heard his mother calling him, he immediately poked his head out, "Hey, here it is."

"Don't leave today, I have been tidying up your room."

Dad also turned his head to look at him. Ji Shiyao noticed his gaze and felt sore in his heart, "I'm not leaving."

At the dinner table, his mother kept picking up vegetables for him. Seeing that she was in high spirits, Ji Shiyao couldn't bear to interrupt her, so he had to lower his head and eat desperately.

His father was delighted, "Is there someone like you who feeds the child like this? The chicken is almost half full. Can we eat it?"

Mom looked at Ji Shiyao's rice bowl and smiled, "It's rare for Yaoyao to come back, so of course he should eat more."

Ji Shiyao smiled, and talked about another matter, "My internship in the hospital is over, and I will go to work in the company next week."

Mom served another bowl of soup for Ji Shiyao and said, "If you're in such a hurry, why don't you take a few days off?"

Ji Shiyao comforted with a smile, "It's okay, foreign companies are no better than emergency rooms, they have weekends and annual leave."

Mom was still worried, "Where did you say that? You worked so hard in the hospital to save people. Look at your cousin. She works in the bank and has weekends and annual leave. Gastritis was found last month. Your aunt is sick." It's all exhausting."

Ji Shiyao frowned, and his father said with a smile, "You can't expect our child to order, Yaoyao." He looked at Ji Shiyao, "Go home more often, and I'll scare your mother."

Ji Shiyao nodded, "Okay, I'll come back more on weekends, Mom, you can go back 30 years, you are also a talented woman, why are you making such a fuss."

Mom was anxious, "It's not that I care about you, you are still used to renting that house by yourself?"

Ji Shiyao smiled, "Get used to it, I have lived here for a year, and the house is not cheap."

Mothers are probably so sensitive, so his mother immediately asked, "Son, are you short of money?"

Ji Shiyao shook his head, "No shortage."

Dad was lowering his head to pick up the rice, and he heard the words and said: "Don't support yourself if you lack money, tell your family."

Ji Shiyao's mother quickly agreed, "Yes, it's not shameful to ask the family for money."

Isn't it shameful?

He is 26 years old.

As Ji Shiyao's mother said, his room was indeed well kept, and it didn't look deserted at all.

The alarm clock next to the bed was bought by Ji Shiyao when he was in his third year of high school, and it was neatly placed there, as if it had sounded dutifully yesterday.

Ji Shiyao sat down and looked through the window in front of the desk. He didn't pay special attention to it the previous few times when he went home. It seemed that there was a newly built high-rise building in the distance outside the window.

In fact, every time he went home, he would think about how long this community could remain in this magic city.

The conclusion is the same every time, and it doesn't take long.

But in early autumn, there was already a slight chill, Ji Shiyao put on a coat and planned to go downstairs for a walk.

This area is very old, the highest is the sixth floor, so there is no elevator, Ji Shiyao walked down from the third floor, the lights in the corridor are a bit dim, probably haven't been changed for more than ten years.

The streets here are not like a big city at all, the small streets and alleys make people want to slow down unconsciously.

Walk slowly, not afraid of getting lost.

When walking back, I found a coffee shop at a corner. This was a novelty. Ji Shiyao never remembered that there was a coffee shop here. At most, there was a bakery at the corner of the street. Pineapple buns have been sold for more than ten years, and they have sold word of mouth , has become a taste in memory.

Thinking of this, I reminded myself to take a detour to buy a bag when I got home. After thinking about it, I stepped into the coffee shop. Sure enough, there were not many people in the shop. There was a row of bookshelves with some comics. There is a whole row, half-new but not old, but neatly arranged.

It looks very comfortable.

There is a bar in the store, and the person behind the bar has his back on his back, Ji Shiyao called out to him, "Boss!"

"I'm not the boss." The man said and turned around, and then... Ji Shiyao was silent with him.

Yibowen.

Long time no see, unexpectedly saw him here again.

Yi Bowen adjusted his expression first, and asked Ji Shiyao with a smile: "What would you like to drink? Although I'm not the boss, I'm pretty good at it."

Ji Shiyao nodded and looked at him.

No jacket, no baseball cap, no sunglasses, a simple t-shirt, cuffs rolled up, and a half-length dark green apron, such a boring outfit, but Ji Shiyao thinks he looks astonishing in what he wears.

Ji Shiyao felt that he might be blind.

He was distracted for a few seconds before speaking, "If you don't want to drink hard, you can figure it out."

Yi Bowen glanced at Ji Shiyao, there was no emotion in his eyes, "Wait a minute."

Yi Bowen's sleeves were rolled up, revealing half of his arms, his fingers were very slender, and the movements in his hands were done in one go, which was very eye-catching.

He handed the coffee to Ji Shiyao, Ji Shiyao looked down and smiled, "This latte art is not bad, Rose?"

He bowed his head and leaned over, whispering in Ji Shiyao's ear, "Do you like it?"

Ji Shiyao looked up into his eyes, Ji Shiyao wanted to ask him if he had a knife on his face, but this question was too disruptive and he had to give up, so he asked him: "Coffee, or you?"

Yi Bowen squinted his eyes and smiled, "You are really amazing, you know what I want to ask."

Ji Shiyao stepped back a little, picked up the coffee and drank it, "It tastes good."

It's really good, a little bit better than the one I drank in the hospital last time.

Yi Bowen also pulled back and looked at Ji Shiyao with a smile.

With a thought in his heart, Ji Shiyao put down his coffee, took out a note paper by the bar, wrote down his contact information and handed it to him.

He took a look, put away his smile, and asked Ji Shiyao, "About-pao?"

Ji Shiyao still looked at him and smiled.

Yi Bowen put the note back on the bar, but Ji Shiyao couldn't understand what he meant.

Yi Bowen looked at him for a while, then said, "I don't accept it."

When Ji Shiyao walked out of the coffee shop, he was in a slightly delicate mood, so he was rejected?

If he had to describe this feeling, it would be similar to the feeling he felt when he walked two blocks and found that the pineapple buns he wanted to buy were sold out.