Life With You

The next morning, George Sheng accompanied Song Xi to see Song Yuanqing. Everywhere they passed, the LED display screen was still playing in a loop. She said aloud: I dreamed about lions last night.

George Sheng said: Shouldn't you be dreaming about me?

Song Xi said: Dreams are beyond my control.

George Sheng said sourly: I am not as important as a lion.

Song Xi raised her lips and coaxed: What's a lion? Give me a safari park, and I won't trade it for you.

George Sheng almost laughed out of anger, secretly thinking that if he was given a wildlife park, what could she do? Be the director? Of course she won't change it, but she can't say it out loud.

Song Xi continued: I watched the chat in the group this morning, and they almost made me laugh to death. The princess said, fortunately I am a Leo, what if I am a Cancer or a Scorpio? Da Mengmeng said, it is easy to handle, give me a little girl lobster.

The corners of George Sheng's lips raised and he smiled.

Song Xi said, I think this is a good idea. When it's your birthday, I'll cook crayfish for you.

George Sheng said: Forget it, didn't you learn a lesson from the crab last time?

Song Xi was stunned for a moment before she remembered that the crab had all its legs chopped off by her. She burst out laughing and said, The lobster is different. It has two claws. I will keep them.

George Sheng said: Is it because I have too many legs to offend you?

Song Xi laughed and said, I suddenly thought of a joke. For the sake of giving me a birthday surprise, I will tell it to you for free. Most people would be reluctant to tell it.

Said the turtle was sick, and asked the snail to go out and buy medicine for it. More than two hours later, the turtle was almost dying of illness on the bed. Before the snail came back, it chanted: Damn snail, if you don't come back, brother, I won't eat it. After the words fell, Snail Bu Lao’s happy voice came from the door: If you keep being so nagging, I won’t go!”

After finishing speaking, Song Xi laughed so hard that George Sheng turned his head to look at her, his handsome face looking calm.

Song Xi burst out laughing and asked, Isn't it funny?

George Sheng said: If you tell Xiaojie this kind of joke, will he laugh?

Song Xi raised her beautiful eyes on the spot and replied: Xiaojie smiled so happily.

George Sheng asked: Aren't most people reluctant to talk about it? What did Xiaojie give you?

Song Xi didn't expect that George Sheng was so cunning, and there were so many tricks that people couldn't figure it out, but she thought quickly and replied quickly: He is your godson, and I did it for your sake. Tell him all your jokes.

Although he knew it was perfunctory, George Sheng still accepted it happily.

The car stopped at the gate of the prison, and the two of them carried their things and walked in. When they saw Song Yuanqing, Song Xi went over to hug him as usual. Song Yuanqing's eyes were full of doting and he said, Happy birthday.

As he spoke, he took out a delicate women's watch from his trouser pocket, raised Song Xi's wrist, and helped her put it on while saying: My Xiao Xi is twenty-seven years old. The older you get, the more beautiful you become. You should know the importance of time. Life may be long or short. Don’t waste your time on things that are not worth it. Remember, you must always be happy.”

On Song Xi's left wrist was a watch given by Song Yuanqing, and on her finger was a ring given by George Sheng. At this moment, she could especially feel the taste of happiness.

This was the first time in more than a year that George Sheng and Song Xi appeared side by side in front of Song Yuanqing. They both said that whether a woman is happy or not can be determined by her face.

Song Xi was very happy with George Sheng. Song Yuanqing made two cups of tea and handed them to them. George Sheng took them with both hands, Thank you, dad.

Song Yuanqing asked: Is your leg feeling better?

George Sheng nodded, Much better.

Song Yuanqing said to Song Xi: You should take more care of him at home.

After that, he said to George Sheng: Xiao Xi doesn't know how to cook or do housework. Although you don't need her to do it, you still have to be considerate and bear with each other.

George Sheng said: There is someone at home who helps with housework. She doesn't know how to cook, but I know how to cook. So I don't have to worry about eating.

When Song Yuanqing heard that George Sheng cooked by himself, the smile on his face became even stronger, and then he angrily said to Song Xi: You are twenty-seven now, not a child anymore. You should learn more in the future.

Song Xi glanced at George Sheng, pretending to be unhappy and said: Why don't you say good things about me?

George Sheng said to Song Yuanqing seriously: Actually, Xi'er is also learning to cook now. Meat was not well cooked before, but later it was changed to seafood. The crabs were chopped alive and steamed in the pot.

Song Yuanqing had never seen Song Xi cooking. After thinking about these scenes in his mind, he couldn't help laughing. Song Xi raised his hand and poked George Sheng in the ribs. He grabbed her hand and held it in his palm.

The three of them drank tea and chatted, and the fragrance of tea floated in the air. Even if they were in jail, they didn't feel the pain because there was hope and family affection.

Song Yuanqing prepared a cake, which was still Song Xi's favorite flavor. He said, You lit candles last night, but we won't light them today. Dad wishes you a happy twenty-seventh birthday. Not only twenty-seven years old, but also three years old. Seventeen, forty-seven, until ninety-seven, always be happy.

Song Xi sat opposite Song Yuanqing. She was fine before. Even now, the corners of her lips were raised high, but her big eyes were full of tears. She didn't want to cry, but her throat was choked and the tip of her nose was sore.

George Sheng held one of her hands under the table. Seeing this, he said to Song Yuanqing: Dad, I have an idea. Let's discuss it with you.

Song Yuanqing said: You say.

After you come out, Xi'er and I will hold a make-up wedding. My mother is the only one left in my family. You will have to take care of it then. Xi'er is so good, there is no reason why she can't even have a wedding and just say nothing. Marry me loudly.

What George Sheng meant, Song Xi and Song Yuanqing both knew, was that rescheduling the wedding was secondary. He wanted the family to be reunited and lively, because Song Yuanqing was a family, so he was responsible for it.

Song Yuanqing's eyes were covered with a layer of mist, he nodded and said with a smile: Okay, okay, I'm very happy that you have such an idea, and I feel relieved to leave Xiao Xi to you.

Song Xi endured it again and again, tears fell and she quickly wiped them away. She took the initiative and said, I'm cutting the cake. Dad, which piece do you want to eat?

I stayed with Song Yuanqing for more than two hours. It was already noon when I came out. George Sheng and Song Xi were going back to their old house. On the way, Song Xi looked sideways and looked outside. His first reaction was that all the LED displays had been replaced with other content. , or simply turn off the screen. She was a little surprised, thinking that according to George Sheng's temper, there would be birthday wishes all day today, but she didn't say it, after all, she was already very happy.

As the car passed Haiwei Group, Song Xi glanced at it. The birthday animation was still playing on the huge LED display upstairs in Haiwei. She raised the corners of her lips. Even if the lights in the city were turned off at night, there would always be a place for her. She lights up.