forced compounding

Song's father and Song's mother came to visit Song Yihan nervously that night, and finally heard a blunt "Mom and Dad", the two elders were full of emotion, looked behind him, but did not see the owner of the house, Song's mother asked him awkwardly: " What about the other person?"

Song Yihan brought them slippers, and explained: "Shi Xu has a fever today and has already fallen asleep."

Song's mother was dissatisfied, and she was frightened back by her son's eyes when she was about to taunt, so she could only hold Song's father aggrievedly and let him say a few words, Song's father coughed twice, and said solemnly: "How long do you plan to stay here? ?”

Song Yihan: "Stay as long as you can."

Song's father and Song's mother looked at each other and tried to persuade him: "Shixu is too busy to take care of you, and you will disturb Shixu's work here, so why not go back with us, the family will always do their best to take care of you."

Song's mother, Song's mother, couldn't imagine Shi Xu taking care of others, and intuitively felt that such a cold-hearted person would not care about others at all.

Song Yihan silently poured them two cups of tea, sat opposite them, looked into their eyes and said, "I'm not going anywhere."

"I need Shixu, it has nothing to do with my physical condition."

Song's mother eagerly put her hand on Song Yihan's, "Yihan, you are like this all because your memory has not recovered, have you never thought about what you will do after you recover your memory? Come back with us, It's good for you, good for both of you."

Song Yihan didn't even think about it, he pushed his mother's hand away without hesitation, "I know I'm sorry for you now, but now in my heart, this is my home."

Song's mother stopped for a moment, and her words filled her chest, which made her hate Shi Xu even more, and Song's father who was watching from the side sighed silently.

These two children are both stubborn. At the beginning, they also thought about breaking up the two of them, but Shi Xu's attitude was more firm than they imagined.

"I know what you mean. I may leave him one day, but not now. As long as he still needs me one day, I will always be by his side."

At that time, Father Song despised this fragile relationship, but in the current situation, he had to admire their persistence.

Such feelings that cannot be recognized by most people will completely collapse as long as one party retreats.

The three close relatives sat together and had nothing to say. Song Yihan apologized and rolled up his sleeves and asked if they would like something to eat. Mother Song was taken aback by his posture and said in surprise: "You cook ? Did Shi Xu deliberately order you to force you to cook during this time?"

Song Yihan asked Song's mother to keep her voice down, "Mom, I'm an adult, I just have temporary amnesia but not dementia, and I won't listen to people's orders without thinking."

Song's mother still didn't want to believe that her son would enter the kitchen, she followed him lightly, and when Song Yihan turned around suspiciously, she asked him not to pay attention, she just took a look.

Song Yihan couldn't understand Song's mother's thoughts, so he just concentrated on chopping vegetables, his fingers were well-articulated, his movements were smooth and smooth, the feeling of cooking was no different from that of making art.

Song's mother silently took out her mobile phone to take a picture of her son's back, and happily posted it on Moments, showing off with her sisters that her son cooks for herself. Now there are a few sons in their circle who will cook for the family, and they are still their own sons good.

After Song's mother took the photo, she started to help, and asked her son without giving up: "Is Shi Xu that good?"

Song Yihan paused his chopping hand, and smiled softly: "Well, I like him, so he is good everywhere."

Song's mother pursed her lips: "You young people are easy to get carried away by love. First, you can't talk about evidence, and second, you can't have children. In the future, if you say you will divide, you will be divided. It depends on what you will do when you are alone and widowed."

Song Yihan frowned after hearing this: "You are right, this is indeed a problem."

Song's mother was overjoyed: "Then you..."

Song Yihan: "I decided to testify."

Mother Song: "..."

It's all because she talks too much.

Mother Song angrily struck down the knife, chopping the chopping board until it made a bang bang bang, and finally let out a sigh of relief, saying: "Since we have reached this point, I will not interfere in your affairs, and you will pay all the consequences yourself."

Song Yihan tentatively put his arms around Mother Song's shoulder, and said, "I'll take a picture of the marriage certificate for you to see."

Mother Song felt depressed when she heard her son's voice, and she slapped her son's hand away in disgust: "Come on, I think you just want to anger me."

Song's mother turned around to chat with Song's father, with mixed emotions on her face, Song's father said to her: "Let you calm down, you insist on making yourself angry, and we can just live our own lives."

Song's mother gave Song's father a blank look, and almost pushed Song's father off the sofa, "When did you ever worry about your son? If I hadn't been strict in discipline, my son might have failed in school."

Father Song said coldly: "Are you disciplined strictly? I think Shi Xu is the one who disciplined him strictly."

They had also heard of Song Yihan's reputation for being cynical before, but they always felt that his son was still young, and it didn't matter if he played for a few years. Later, they finally remembered to mention a few words, but his son didn't listen to them anymore. Otherwise, they don't know how long Song Yihan will play.

Song's mother also knew this was the reason, but she just didn't want to point it out. She stuffed fruit into Song's father's mouth angrily: "You talk a lot, and eating can always block your mouth."

Shi Xu didn't sleep soundly in the bedroom, he could faintly hear conversations outside, the family reunion is always joyful and lively, he didn't need to go out to make others unhappy.

Inside the quilt is his own warm little world, that's enough.

It's just that there are always people who don't want him to be happy and come to disturb him when he is sleeping soundly.

"Baby Shixu, get up and take your medicine."

Shi Xu hummed and shrank into the quilt, unwilling to pay attention to him.

Song Yihan stretched out his hand, hugged him even the quilt into his arms, pinched his face and said, "Why are you so lazy?"

Shi Xu said in a muffled voice: "Spring sleepiness, summer fatigue, autumn fatigue, hibernation."

Song Yihan didn't argue with him, he fed the capsule to his mouth, and said softly, "Hey, open your mouth, or I will forcefully kiss you."

Shi Xu suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Song Yihan. After a while, he really opened his mouth obediently and swallowed the capsule and water together.

Song Yihan thought he was molesting him, so he said meanly: "You know you're afraid?"

Shi Xu closed his eyes and lay down again, leisurely said: "I'm afraid I'll infect you."

Song Yihan was startled, and almost rushed over, but fortunately he still had some sense, knowing that this person was still ill, and he couldn't be allowed to do whatever he wanted.

"Wait until you recover and see how I torment you." Song Yihan gritted his teeth and stared at Shi Xu, his eyes glowing green.

Shi Xu turned around, leaving him with a proud back.

Song Yihan hoped for the stars and the moon, and finally hoped that Shixu would recover from his illness, so he sharpened his knife and prepared to strike, but Shixu was called out of the country by a phone call.

"I'm just holding an academic conference, and I'll be back in less than a week."

Song Yihan wrinkled his entire face into a bitter gourd while facing the video call, "How's the weather over there, is it cold? Do you have enough clothes? Do you want me to accompany you?"

Shi Xu tilted his head and turned his pen. It was rare for him to be wearing a formal suit, and the abstinence breath rushed towards his face, making Song Yihan's eyeballs unable to move.

Shi Xu: "I don't need you to worry about it here. You take good care of yourself and go to the doctor if you feel unwell. Your mother called me and said that she will see you grow three pounds next time. , you must not starve yourself so that I will be trained."

I don't know if Song Yihan listened carefully, and replied "Oh" lightly.

The staff knocked on Shi Xu's room door and told him to gather. Shi Xu left the camera and came back after about a minute and said something casually to Song Yihan, "I'm leaving, you go to work."

Song Yihan was reluctant to turn off the video, and wanted to ask for a few soft words: "Baby Shixu..."

The other end of the video was turned off without hesitation, and Song Yihan vented his anger on his subordinates depressedly, with a serious face on the surface, scratching his head in his heart.

The manager of the sales department was scolded by Mr. Song, thinking that he was going to be fired, so he came to Zhou Yang in fear, "Assistant Zhou, what's wrong with Mr. Song?"

Assistant Zhou patted the manager's shoulder heavily: "You have to understand Mr. Song, man, there are always a few days in every month."

Manager: No, I don't understand, don't talk nonsense.

Song Yihan met Fang Xiaoqin in such a depressed state of mind. The company wanted to choose a spokesperson for the new game, but someone who was blind pushed Fang Xiaoqin up, saying that he is the most popular Chinese singer at the moment. Pull a large wave of traffic.

Song Yihan originally wanted to veto it directly, but was worried that he would be offended, so he could only say that he was dissatisfied after meeting him once.

People on both sides sat on a conference table, each smiling, Song Yihan's eyes raised and lowered without any waves.

Thanks to Fang Xiaoqin's fans, they can boast that his nose is not his nose, his eyes are not his eyes, yet he has made his baby Shi Xu angry for so many years.

"President Song, long time no see."

The people at the table were surprised. Could it be that Mr. Song and Fang Xiaoqin have some kind of friendship? Isn't the contract a certainty?

Song Yihan suppressed his impatience, cast his cold eyes on Fang Xiaoqin, and said without any personal emotion: "Sorry, I have no impression of Mr. Fang."

If it was an ordinary person, it would be embarrassing to shut up at this time, but Fang Xiaoqin seemed extra cheeky, and even smiled and said: "Song and I are always classmates in high school, don't you remember?"

Fang Xiaoqin's manager didn't know what happened to him today, and pressed his hand to tell him not to talk, while trying to smooth things over in embarrassment: "It's been so long, it's normal that Mr. Song doesn't remember."

Seeing Song Yihan's expression, Zhou Yang thought inwardly that he was in a bad mood, and said before he could get angry at these people: "I'm sorry, Mr. Song has other arrangements for the future, we need to leave first."

Fang Xiaoqin's expression didn't change much, his eyebrows were slightly bent, and the light softened his outline, making his appearance more deceptive.

"It's okay, there will always be a chance to contact you again later." Fang Xiaoqin's words seemed to be polite, but when he said that, his eyes were fixed on Song Yihan, inexplicably arousing people's daydream.