Mr. Qi and Mr. Ji

Chapter 1

It was 2013, and I was a graduate student at a certain university in Beijing.

Because my ancestors were imperial cooks, most of my family members are still engaged in this industry. Due to the influence of my family, I obtained a nutritionist qualification certificate early on.

Originally, I thought it was just a matter of obtaining one more certificate, and there was no chance to use it, but I didn't want the plan to keep up with the changes.

My boyfriend is the third generation of red, so I was able to get to know Mr. Qi and Mr. Ji, his grandfather’s old comrades-in-arms, and I was fortunate enough to be employed by these two old gentlemen as nutritionists soon after.

It was just winter and the temperature was not stable.

Elderly people, like Mr. Ji, always have a childlike heart.

Because of some disputes with Mr. Qi about what to eat, he "run away from home" stayed outside for a long time, and the clothes were only a little thinner. When Mr. Qi came back, he started to have a fever. It took a few days to see him. improving.

The two old people had no children, and they refused to ask for servants. After Mr. Ji got better, Mr. Qi looked haggard.

The boyfriend regarded the two elderly people as relatives, so he discussed with Mr. Ji to send the family servant to Qi's family to take care of the two elderly people. As expected, the two elderly people refused again.

But unexpectedly, Mr. Qi and Mr. Ji invited me to work as a nutritionist at home.

At that time, I didn't know the two gentlemen. I think the two gentlemen may have known me from my boyfriend, but I have admired the two old men for a long time, so naturally I didn't refuse.

Two old gentlemen lived in a two-entry courtyard house in a certain alley, not far from my school.

My class time is not too tight, and I often have a lot of time, so I simply accepted Mr. Ji's invitation to live in their house.

Mr. Ji is a person who understands the joys of life very well. He often takes me to plant vegetables and flowers together, or choose a sunny day to sit under the eaves and chat and drink tea.

Mr. Ji had learned Kunqu opera before, and sometimes he would sing a few lines when he was in the mood.

At this time, Mr. Qi would be very angry, staring at me angrily and not speaking.

I am often at a loss and don't know why Mr. Qi is angry.

Mr. Ji is a very gentle person, he has a gentle temperament accumulated over the years.

Mr. Qi is different. He often quarrels with Mr. Ji, and secretly kisses Mr. Ji while he is asleep. I bumped into him once or twice, and threatened me not to speak out.

There was an unnatural blush on his face.

I felt funny and envious in my heart, so naturally I agreed again and again.

Mr. Ji is ninety-five years old. He fell ill some time ago, and his body became thinner and thinner. He often slept all afternoon.

When he fell asleep, Mr. Qi would return to his old friend's appointment, sneak back from the outside, and watch him sleep by the bedside.

The winter sun is not very dazzling, and the fine light can be refracted into the house through the window lattice, leaving mottled marks one by one.

I was sitting on the rocking chair outside, and sometimes I inadvertently turned my head and saw two gray-haired old men leaning on each other in the room. I couldn't see Mr. Qi's eyes, but he carried some indescribable The intensity of the emotion moved me.

These two people have almost run through each other's life, from childhood to old age.

Their relationship is like fine wine that has been stored for many years, exuding a mellow and strong taste.

Mr. Ji will often talk about the past.He experienced the Anti-Japanese War and the Kuomintang-Communist War, and had to join the army many times. In that special era, he and Mr. Qi lived in various cities and villages, and provided a lot of precious information to the revolutionary workers and underground workers at that time. .

Time flies, and the young boy at that time has reached his faltering old age.

Mr. Ji once dreamed of traveling around the world when he was young, but he did not realize it due to various reasons. Looking back now, it is still a pity.I have been to many places to collect folk songs, what have I gained?I am ashamed to say it, but I don’t actually do it. Mostly I do it for the sake of doing something.

Because I often write something, pass the time or publish something, the vocal experiences of Mr. Ji and Mr. Qi are good materials for me.So I tried to ask Mr. Ji for permission, but I didn't expect him to feel ashamed and hesitated for a long time.

When I gave up hope, Mr. Ji agreed.

I still don't quite understand why.

Mr. Ji's name is Ji Xing (hang), and Mr. Qi's name is Qi Yang.Of course, this is not the real name. As a recorder, the name is not the most important thing to me. The contribution they made to the country and the life they experienced together are really worth remembering.

With the consent of the two gentlemen, I was honored to be the person who recorded their stories, and I was honored to be with them all the time in the future, witnessing their love.