CHAPTER 3

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After parting from Fu Shan, I felt very tired. I feel that a long time ago, my life was very simple, and I was happy every day. In Fu Shan's words, I was as happy as a fool every day.

    But when I came back, I was very unhappy.

    I like Ji Qin very much, but Ji Qin wrote the words "I don't welcome you" on his face. I met my best friend Fu Shan, but he also liked the fake Ze'an even more.

    What am I left with? Oh, my parents...

    I cheered up a little bit, and I chatted with my parents on wechat and phone in the past few days, and I didn't reveal any flaws. They are the ones who gave birth to me and raised me, so they won't dislike me too, right?     I immediately bought a bunch of flowers, fruits and vegetables and rushed to my hometown.

My mother opened the door. I haven't seen her for two years. The moment I saw her, I burst into tears and shouted: "Mom!"

The year is not long or short, and I always feel that my mother has a little more gray hair on her head, and I don't know if it is my illusion.

    My mother groaned and complained, "Why are you so emotional all of a sudden? Why are you crying for so many things? Come in." I

    wiped away my tears and followed her into the room: "Where is my dad?

    " I went to the living room with my things, and said: "He will be back later. What do you want to eat tonight? Why did you come here suddenly? I will buy it for you." "Ah, I remember you told me last time that you like to eat

    my cooking Crucian carp soup, I’m going to buy fish?”

    I was stunned for a moment, my mother’s crucian carp soup is really good, but my favorite is her braised pork ribs, I can finish two bowls of rice with the soup.

    I couldn’t erase the existence of Fake Ze’an, so I just smiled: “Where are the braised pork ribs? I want to eat it too.”

    My mother was about to go out, and when she heard my words, she came back and said, “Do you want to eat ribs again? Didn't it mean that it wasn't refreshing enough? I haven't done it for a long time..."

    I fiddled with her a little bit, but she didn't bother to say too much, and told me to stay and go shopping happily.

    I'm annoyed by the existence of Fake Ze'an, but there's nothing I can do.

    My dad also came back in the evening, and he was not surprised to see me. He smiled and said, "Come to see us again. I was still talking about it when I didn't come a while ago."

    I stopped holding the ribs. Back in that time?

    In fact, it didn't take long, but because of everything I've experienced so far, I'm a little scared to meet my parents. Thinking about getting a little sense of security through text messages first, and then going to them, the change will not be so obvious.

    My mother said: "Yes, you will come to see us every three to five times. Don't you still think we are annoying when you are in college? It seems that you have grown up. Now I am very patient and listen to your nagging. How good it is this early. "

    I stared at the rice in the bowl, and said softly, "Really..."

    My dad seemed to have thought of something, and said with a smile, "How is Xiao Ji doing recently? Why didn't he come over together?"

    Huh? Which season?

    ... Ji Qin?

    My brain was hit, and I didn't understand what they meant for a while—did Ze'an come out for me... "

    Isn't it a quarrel?" My mother looked at my expression, as if she had realized something, and put it down Chopsticks began to preach, "I think Xiao Ji likes you very much. You have grown up now, and you should be considerate and considerate of each other if you live together, you know? That's how we all came here, don't engage in cold and violent things..." Go

    back At that time, the moon was hanging high on the tree, and I was holding a box of chocolates for Ji Qin forced by my parents in my hand, and my mind was blank.

    Fake Ze'an, he did a really good job...

    He is filial, mature, brave, steady, and sensible. He is so good in everything, everyone likes him, who else wants to look back at the ordinary, stupid me?

    This makes me how to continue to live as the original owner of this body.

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