Mr. Qi and Mr. Ji

Chapter 3

In the summer of the following year, my boyfriend booked luxury cruise tickets for Mr. Qi and Mr. Ji. It was a one-month trip from Haicheng to ten countries in Europe.

Originally, there were only two tickets, but with my consent, I ordered another one for me, so that I can take care of the two old people with me.

Due to various reasons, the two elderly people rarely have the opportunity to go abroad. Mr. Qi was the young master of everyone earlier and has been to some countries, but this is the first time for Mr. Ji to go abroad.

Because Mr. Qi compulsively often pulls Mr. Ji to exercise together, do Tai Chi or military boxing, or take a walk together. After more than half a year of recuperation, Mr. Ji's body and bones have improved a lot.

Mr. Ji was a little seasick at the beginning, and Mr. Qi and I stayed by his side for the first two days. Until the third day, Mr. Ji’s health improved and his interest in the sea also came. He dragged Mr. Qi on the deck bask in the sun.

On the boat was a painter from Henan, surnamed Yang, aged 50, and Mr. Ji got along very well. The two often discussed art and culture together, which made Mr. Qi jealous again.

I followed behind these three and saw many interesting things.

Mr. Ji and this year-end friend, they stick together all day long, and Mr. Qi often follows behind them, with a pitiful look who dares not speak out, like a child who has been robbed of candy by others.

It's really pathetic.

I am often both amused and envious.

Mr. Ji likes nights with stars, and it is rare to see such nights in Beijing, so Mr. Qi once bought an astronomical telescope for Mr. Ji, and Mr. Ji did not like it.

I think what he likes may not be the stars.

This is just my guess.

At that time, Mr. Ji and I were sitting in the tea room. There was a big glass window where we could see the bright starry sky.

Mr. Ji likes to reminisce about the past at times like this.

"At that time," Mr. Ji paused, with a smile on his face, "Qi Yang was really stupid."

I thought Mr. Ji was going to tell some legendary story, but I laughed out loud when I heard this.

Mr. Qi is not stupid, only Mr. Ji would say that Mr. Qi, who is majestic in front of outsiders, is stupid.

Mr. Ji has rich experience in life, talking about these experiences is like telling a story.

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Unsurprisingly, Ji Xing was locked in the little black room by Ji Shuhe.

It is a real small black house, the room is short enough, but only one meter high, and the length and width are only two meters, except for a bed and a straw bucket, there is only a small boxy window. He delivers meals, two meals a day.

Ji Shuhe discovered this small dark room by accident. She didn't know that the Qi mansion used these rooms to house prisoners and spies.

This time, Ji Xing was locked up for five days.

Grandma said a few words to Ji Yang, and told him not to play with the servant's children.

Ji Yang didn't pay attention to that strange child at first, and obediently listened to what Grandma said.

I don't know when, Ji Shuhe and a man outside fell in love with him, and he often stays away from home, and most of the money he earns is used by that man.

As a result, Ji Xing's life became even more difficult. He often ate his last meal without stopping, and was as thin as a monkey.

After the birthday party, Ji Xing never saw Qi Yang again. He stayed alone in the yard, living his life as usual, except that occasionally he would sneak into the kitchen to steal some stale sweet potatoes and potatoes when he was very hungry. It was baked and eaten in the small yard, which could barely fill the stomach.

This day Ji Shuhe went out to have a tryst with that man again, the sky had already darkened slightly, Ji Xing had a hungry meal at noon, and by now his stomach was already rumbling in protest.

In a small corner of the yard there is a hole Ji Xing secretly dug, and the food baked here is the most delicious.

Ji Xing skillfully removed the small shoots from the potatoes, took another potato, put them together in the pit, buried them, and lit a fire on top.

Young master Qi is a foodie, which is not wrong at all.

He could smell the sweet smell of sweet potatoes from a distance, pouted his buttocks and searched for it from the front yard.

Ji Xing swallowed his saliva and peeled off the browned and blackened skin of the sweet potato. Before he could take a bite, he was snatched away by Master Qi.

It's like a hungry ghost.

Ji Xing was dumbfounded.

Young master Qi is only five years old, and he grew up with a passion for fine food, delicacies of mountains and seas, ginseng and bird's nest, but he has never eaten roasted sweet potatoes.

The sweet potato is so small that Master Qi can finish it in a few mouthfuls. He licks the corner of his mouth, it smells sweet and sweet, and he still wants to eat it!He asked Ji Xing unsatisfactorily: "Is there any more?"

The voice was still a little childish, and it was not at all as fierce as when I was fighting with him that day.

The face is tender and tender, and it looks very cute.

Ji Xing didn't know what to say, he silently handed the remaining potatoes to Qi Yang.

"Thank you."

Master Qi grinned, looking extremely happy.

Potatoes are not as good as sweet potatoes, so Young Master Qi didn't pick anything, he finished the potatoes in two or three bites.

Ji Xing curled his lips, buried the only remaining sweet potato in the soil, and asked while lighting the fire, "What's your name?"

"Ji Yang, my name is Ji Yang."