After reuniting with Bai Yueguang, the actor is really fragrant

a week?He didn't tell him all week?

Song Shixing looked at the person with his eyes open, his anger was gone, and he still felt chilly in his heart: "You are afraid that I will get angry, so you will secretly meet him without telling me?"

"I didn't want to hide it from you. I wanted to tell you later. I won't lie to you!"

Li Jishu was in a hurry to explain, but to Song Shixing's eyes, his expression was no different than an excuse, and his voice was bitter: "How the hell am I sorry for you? You hooked up with wild men behind my back, and you're not someone else It's the one surnamed He! Tell me, did you have that kind of thought for him back then?"

Li Jishu listened blankly, didn't understand what he was talking about, just shook his head hastily: "Don't talk nonsense."

Song Shixing was so angry that he had to dig out the old vinegar after a few years: "I'm not talking nonsense! Back then, you and that man named He were closer than me. Anyone with a discerning eye can see that you two have a good relationship!"

The more Li Jishu listened, the more he couldn't listen anymore, so he turned his face away, but the man grabbed him persistently: "Where are we going, let's make it clear!"

Li Jishu: "I don't want to listen to you, you don't believe me, what can I do?" He picked up the vibrating cell phone while talking, "Grandma?"

Without even giving him a look, the veins on Song Shixing's forehead were bulging. What kind of attitude is this?

This is because even the boyfriend is too lazy to coax, right?

He was feeling desolate in his heart, but Li Jishu's tone over there suddenly became anxious: "I am Xiaoshu, grandma, look at me."

Song Shixing heard that something was wrong, so he quickly put aside his suspicions and stepped forward, asking, "What's wrong with the old lady?"

"My grandmother doesn't recognize anyone again."

"Alzheimer's disease?"

Li Jishu nodded, Song Shixing took the phone over, and asked the camera, holding his breath, "Grandma, do you remember me?"

In the video, the old lady was being supported by someone, and she narrowed her eyes to carefully identify it for a while, and finally she suddenly said, "Isn't this the He family boy, Xiaodong, you are Xiaodong, right?"

Song Shixing's expression froze instantly, while Li Jishu was surprised.

This person...why did he admit it wrong?

In the next second, Song Shixing simply threw the phone back and walked out with a livid face. Li Jishu pulled him from behind: "Don't be angry, my grandmother didn't mistake you on purpose!"

Song Shixing's mood at this time was as if he was feeding flies. Not to mention that he was mistaken, but it was He Qidong, He Qidong, He Qidong, the grandfather and grandson really wanted to piss him off.

Song Shixing's rationality was burned to ashes, and he couldn't listen to anything now, so he opened the door and strode away, ignoring the shouts of the people behind him.

Li Jishu was about to cry because of the man. What kind of temper is this guy?

Small belly, not a man!

After Li Jishu finished cursing angrily, he quickly turned back to the phone and asked the old lady: "Grandmother, that wasn't He Qidong just now, his name is Song Shixing, and he visited our house a few days ago, did you forget?"

"Song Shixing?" The old lady's eyes were blurred for a while, and then she began to scold again, "He Qidong! Brat, you bastard!"

Li Jishu suddenly felt very powerless. He has no time to go back now, so he can only ask the nurses to take care of the old man so that he will not get lost again.

After dealing with this side, he hurried out of the hotel again, came down from the stairs on the third floor, and called the man while walking. It took him several times to get through. The tone of the man was very foul, and he asked, "Why are you calling me?"

"You don't listen to my explanation!"

"Why should I listen to your explanation! I can hear you clearly, and you heard what the old lady said! He Qidong, right? I'm going to chop him off right now!"

Probably the man's tone was too much, Li Jishu almost took it seriously, his heart was beating, his feet were in a mess, and he stepped on the ground.

After an exclamation, the other end of the phone asked, "What's wrong with you?"

Li Jishu gasped in pain, unable to speak, Song Shixing immediately cursed: "You wait for me, stay there and don't move!"

Within a few minutes, the man came up the stairs. Li Jishu was struggling to climb up, and he was directly carried by his waist.

He exclaimed: "Camera!"

"Shooting what head?" The man carried the man back with a dark face, and cursed when he got up, "You are so big, you don't know how to walk properly, do you?"

"I was in a hurry..."

"Talk back to me? Pull up your pant legs!"

Song Shixing opened it and saw that his right leg was bruised. He hurriedly called the front desk to bring up safflower oil, poured some angrily and rubbed it in the palm of his hand to warm it up.

"I'll rub it for you, you bear it, I'm not responsible for the pain."

That being said, the strength in his hand was carefully held back, and neither of them spoke while rubbing the medicine. Li Jishu lowered his head with his mouth pursed, watching the man who just ran away in a rage just now squatting in front of him with his eyebrows frowned. , although the expression is reluctant, but the eyes are faintly worried.

It's really awkward.

After reading it for a while, Li Jishu lost all anger in his heart, and then explained to others in a gentle and serious manner: "Before... it was my fault, I shouldn't have met He Qidong without telling you."

After he finished speaking, the man's face softened a lot, but his tone was still firm: "Just know it's wrong, anyway, there will be no next time with me."

Li Jishu promised that there would be no next time. After speaking, he looked at the man's face and asked, "Do you not believe me? I am not interested in him, and I didn't know that it was a costume designed by your mother. If I knew It will definitely not cover him."

His voice was gentle, flattering and begging for peace. Song Shixing's heart had softened a long time ago, but some words had been held in his heart for a long time. He originally decided not to ask any more, but He Qidong suddenly appeared, and Li Jishu again When this matter happened to be brought up, he had to ask.

"You..." He raised his head, stared into the man's eyes, and asked awkwardly, "Since you didn't mean that much to him back then, why did you cover him up? He...what is there for you to do?"

After asking Li Jishu a slight smile, he drank wine before, and now he seems to be drunk, a little drunk, but he still speaks clearly: "What's worth it? He has it."

Song Shixing: "..."

Fuck, I don't want to hear it for a moment.

Li Jishu shook his head as if talking to himself: "You didn't know before that I didn't have any friends. Before I met you, he was the only one who was willing to play with me."

Song Shixing paused, this was the first time he heard him talk about this.

"My personality...is not very good. It is difficult to make friends with people, but Brother Dong takes good care of me. Once I lost my meal card, he invited me to eat for a month."

Hmph, Xiao En Xiaohui has nothing to say.

Song Shixing dismissed it while listening, but he didn't interrupt Li Jishu.

"There was another time when my wallet was robbed, and he helped me get it back. He was really nice."

"Good enough to let you take the blame?"

Li Jishu lowered his head and stroked the man's hair. After being avoided by Song Shixing, he giggled: "Of course not, there is another very important thing, that is, you remember that time, my grandmother was lost by someone else, and I even I was about to cry, he was the one who helped me find someone."

"What did you say?"

After saying this, Song Shixing seemed to have heard something unbelievable, and asked in a big reaction, "Who do you think found him?"

Li Jishu blinked: "Yes, it's He Qidong."

"No, why is it him?" Song Shixing asked holding his breath.

"My grandmother said it herself. When I went there, she was lying in the hospital by herself. When I asked her, she was chanting Brother Dong's name."

Song Shixing couldn't bear it any longer, and was very depressed: "The fucking person is me! I have walked a long way with the old lady on my back!"

Li Jishu was also stunned by the shout, his eyes widened in doubt: "How could it be you?"

Now the two of them can't tell each other clearly. After six or seven years, Song Shixing obviously forgot about it, and Li Jishu only remembered that when he received the call from the hospital, there was no one else around the old lady, and it was He Qidong who was by the side. , He asked the old lady who carried you back, and the old lady opened her mouth and said He Qidong, a bastard or something, while He Qidong just laughed there and didn't make any difference.

So, how could it be Song Shixing?

He couldn't figure it out, and Song Shixing couldn't figure it out either, until two days later when he accompanied Li Jishu to ask for leave to go back to see the old man, the old lady slapped him directly before calling anyone when they met.

"Little bastard, dare to hook up with my grandson!"

That demeanor, that tone of voice took Song Shixing back to the day seven years ago, when he had just confessed to the old lady, the old lady was so angry that she beat and scolded him, and asked him what his last name was and where he was.

At that time, he had unreasonable thoughts about Li Jishu. He was afraid that if the old lady said something wrong in front of his grandson later, he would lose all chances, so he simply gave a fake name.

What was he talking about?

——"My surname is He, and my name is He Qidong. If you want to scold me, you can scold me by this name."

After the memories were over, Song Shixing stood there as if he had been struck by lightning. It didn't take long before he arched his waist and covered his face tremblingly. He really looked like he was about to cry. Li Jishu asked him what was wrong. He kept a straight face and refused to say.

How can this be said?

Song Shixing was so remorseful that his guts were green. He blamed himself for doing such a thing at that time. The good thing he did made the surname He take advantage of it and make a name for himself.

So who is he to blame?

No one to blame, just himself.

The author has something to say: Alright, the misunderstanding is basically resolved, and it is coming to an end