Who Stolen My Protagonist Halo [Transmigration Book]

Under the consolation of Grandma Ji and Mother Ji, Aunt Ji gradually calmed down and told about everything that happened abroad in these years.

Aunt Ji lost her mother since she was a child. She has a bad personality and is very defensive. It seems that outsiders look at her with sympathy and pity. Over time, she is full of hostility towards everyone in the outside world, including her stepmother, Grandma Ji. , This is also the reason why she didn't want to return to China after Grandpa Ji passed away. Apart from Grandpa Ji who was related by blood, she had no blood relatives.

The topic is a bit off...

Aunt Ji has a high IQ and a high degree of education. She met her husband when she was studying abroad. The husband's family conditions are good and he treats her well. They have been married for 30 years, and the two have hardly ever blushed.But two years ago, the husband and wife opened a private psychological consultation room with their friends. Her husband is a very good psychologist, but their friends are just fake. The treatment method made the patient's condition worse, and in just six months, three patients committed suicide because of his treatment.

The friend left a mess, and the family members sued their consulting room to court. In the end, they lost the case. If the friend cannot be found, all compensation will be paid by them.

In the past more than a year, the couple sold their savings and assets over the years, coupled with the non-stop work they wished they could not stop working every day, they finally made up for their mistakes three months ago.However, before they could remake their plans for the future, her husband suffered a heart attack and died.

Aunt Ji lived abroad for 30 years. In the end, her family was gone, her savings were gone, and her husband was gone... She wanted to go with her husband, but Zhuo Wenyan found out and stopped her. In order to dissuade her from committing suicide, Zhuo Wenyan suggested going back to China After all, there is still a "home" in China, isn't there?

After listening to the whole narration, Ji Lingxi suddenly understood the unconcealed struggle and irritability in Zhuo Wenyan's eyes.

"I'm sorry, Aunt Xiang, I have no face to come back..." Aunt Ji lowered her head, her eyes were swollen like walnuts, her voice was dry and hoarse.

Grandma Ji wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, distress flashed in her eyes, she patted the back of Aunt Ji's hand in a gentle tone, and comforted her: "Don't say that, this is your home, you can come back whenever you want, your room Aunt Xiang has always kept it for you, and I hope you can come back often..." At the end, she sighed, if she said how good the relationship between her and her stepdaughter is, it would be a lie, after all, they talk on the phone two or three times a year at most , you can only see each other every few years, which is really not much better than strangers.

Aunt Ji burst into tears when she heard her words: "I'm sorry, Aunt Xiang, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

It seemed that she couldn't find any other language except "I'm sorry".

It was hard for Aunt Ji to stop her tears again, and Father Ji said: "Sister, you want to open some more, Wen Yan is not very old, and there will be a lot of good life in the future, you are not willing to just leave him like this?"

As soon as the words came out, Ji's father gave Ji's mother a kick. What are they talking about? People finally want to go back to China, but they still mention suicide again. Who is this?

Ji Lingxi was also covered in black lines by his father's inappropriate words, and seeing that Aunt Ji's eyes were a little hollow, he quickly changed the subject: "Auntie, does my cousin have a girlfriend for being so handsome? "

Aunt Ji shook her head slightly when she saw a beautiful face, and then realized that it was his question. She shook her head and replied hoarsely: "Not yet, he said that he wants to find a job and look for it when he is stable."

"Auntie, drink a glass of water to moisten your throat first." Ji Lingxi poured water for her thoughtfully.

Aunt Ji was a little embarrassed: "Thank you."

"We're all a family, don't be so polite." Ji Lingxi's attitude was natural.

Because of this, Aunt Ji felt more at ease when facing her beautiful nephew with a sincere smile, and her slightly tense nerves gradually relaxed.

Ji Lingxi is very good at communicating with people. Even if the aunt and nephew are almost 30 years old and nearly ten generations apart, he can still find topics to chat with her, such as what is the main food abroad, is the rice taste not as delicious as in China, etc. It's not nutritious, but it does make Aunt Ji more and more relaxed.

This chat lasted until noon. Ji Lingxi looked at the time and asked casually, "Auntie, do you have anything you want to eat? I'll make it for you to try at noon?"

Aunt Ji was surprised: "You can also cook?"

"To tell you the truth, my craftsmanship is top 1 in our family. If you don't believe me, you can ask my dad!" Ji Lingxi said and started to take off her coat.

Ji's father smiled and nodded: "A consonance is better than blue, and now he is the chef of our family. Big sister, you can tell him anything you want to eat."

Ji Lingxi nodded: "And cousin, what kind of food does cousin like?"

Zhuo Wenyan, who had been stuck in his own thoughts while the background board was being called, couldn't help being stunned for a moment, and smiled gratefully for a moment: "Thank you, I'm not picky."

Aunt Ji just wanted to say that she is not picky about food, but Grandma Ji said before her: "Honey, your aunt likes steamed pork with rice flour, stir-fried three shredded vegetables, fungus and yam, these ingredients are available in the kitchen."

"Sure, what do you want to eat?" Ji Lingxi responded.

"Just steam an egg for me." Grandma Ji said.

"Deling, I promise to steam you a bowl of the most delicious custard in the world!" Ji Lingxi boasted.

This made Grandma Ji happy, "This kid is not humble at all."

"That's right, the former one was still making fried rice at home, boasting that it was super invincible and delicious, and I don't know where he has such a big face." Ji's mother followed Ji Lingxi's immodest deeds, and after finishing her meal, she still made up for it. He continued: "But the fried rice is really delicious, baby's father can't make that taste."

"I'll cook a pot of rice later, and let my baby cook fried rice for us in the evening." Grandma Ji turned to Aunt Ji, her eyes tender, "Dong Ling also likes to eat egg fried rice made by your father."

Aunt Ji's name is Dong Ling, and she couldn't help being slightly stunned when she heard Grandma Ji's words, and then the tears that were so hard to suppress welled up again, and unconsciously wet her eyes.

Seeing this, Ji's mother hurriedly said: "Eldest sister, don't cry anymore, after a while Lingxi will see that she might think that Mom and I are bullying you."

Aunt Ji thought of her eldest nephew who had been chatting with her for a long time, which made her feel relieved. The tears dissipated unknowingly, and she couldn't help but glance at her son... Maybe it's right to go back to China.

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Ji Lingxi's family stayed at Grandma Ji's house until eight o'clock before returning to the city, and brought Zhuo Wenyan with them before leaving.

In Ji's father's words, the nephew is about the same age as the son, so they have more topics to talk about.

In fact, Zhuo Wenyan is 20 years old, and this is the first time he has returned to China. Before that, he only talked with Grandma Ji on the phone at most. He didn’t know anyone close to him, including his uncle Ji’s father. Let him live with Grandma Ji. I don't have many topics with Grandma Ji.

Aunt Ji also likes Ji Lingxi's character, she doesn't want to see her son suppress himself because of her emotions all day long, and wants him to soothe his nerves that have been tense for a long time.

The most important thing is that both Aunt Ji and Zhuo Wenyan can feel the kindness exuded by Ji Lingxi's family.

"Honey, do you sleep upstairs?" Mother Ji asked Ji Lingxi after entering the door.

Ji Lingxi nodded in agreement: "I'll tidy up the room, Mom, get a quilt for cousin."

Zhuo Wenyan, who was silent all the way to the side, hurriedly said: "Auntie, don't trouble your cousin to sleep upstairs, I can just have a bed or a sofa."

"No trouble, no trouble, the upstairs is also his room." Mother Ji waved her hand, and said gently: "Wen Yan, don't be cautious at your uncle's house, treat it as your own home."

"Yes, cousin, just be your own." Ji Lingxi had already come out of the room with the quilt wrapped around her.

Zhuo Wenyan opened his mouth to say something, but Ji Lingxi's cell phone rang first, the exclusive ringtone of his little lame.

"Cousin help me hug it." Ji Lingxi threw the quilt to Zhuo Wenyan.

As soon as Zhuo Wenyan took it, Ji Lingxi couldn't wait to answer the phone from his pocket.

Fu Tianyou's aggrieved voice soon came from the other end: "The old man accused me of that bastard Jin San, I don't want to go back..."

"Ask the driver to take you downstairs to my house, or wait for me in the reception room of your community, and I'll pick you up." Although I spent most of the day chatting with Aunt Ji and didn't contact Fu Tianyou in the afternoon, this It doesn't prevent him from remembering to keep the door for Fu Tianyou.

Fu Tianyou was silent for a few seconds, and said with a trembling voice, "I'm at the gate of your community..."

Ji Lingxi heard his tone of voice and panting, and suddenly a bad premonition arose in his heart: "How long are you waiting?" After asking, he said: "Wait, I'll pick you up." After speaking, he threw the quilt In the back of the head, go straight to the entrance.

"Lingxi, why are you going?" Father Ji came out of the kitchen and happened to see him.

"Uncle Fu lost his temper again, the little cripple was kicked out, I'll pick him up." Ji Lingxi replied.

Father Ji opened his mouth, thinking that Old Fu and Xiao Fu had settled their suspicions long ago and got along well?Why would you drive people out of the house?

But he didn't ask, he only told: "Be careful."

Along with the sound of closing the door came Ji Lingxi's "Okay" which dissipated in the air.

When Ji Lingxi saw Fu Tianyou, Fu Tianyou was squatting in a pile of New Year's goods(?) with his hands in his hands, which was in stark contrast to the usual elegant young master.

"Little cripple." Ji Lingxi hurried over.

Hearing his voice, Fu Tianyou immediately raised his head. His mood, which was depressed by the old Fu, suddenly improved, and his face was filled with joy. He was ready to meet Ji Lingxi, but he squatted for too long, his legs were numb, and he stumbled when he stood up. down.

Ji Lingxi almost didn't scare him away, and hurriedly wrapped him up, saying in a stern tone, "Be careful!" After speaking, he frowned again: "How long have you been waiting? Why didn't you call me?"

Fu Tianyou didn't answer, and put his hand straight into his pocket: "Let me cover it first, the temperature will definitely drop today, I'm freezing to death."

"Dong won't call me? Won't you go to the guard's room first? Squat at the gate of the community and blow the air. What are you thinking?" Ji Lingxi poked him on the forehead angrily, and felt a cold finger, and hurriedly reached out Holding his face, as expected, his face is also cold.

"...I saw your car, so I'll call you now?" Fu Tianyou defended himself.

Ji Lingxi still stared at him: "Can't I find a shelter from the wind before I wait? Can't I go to KFC if I don't want to go to the guard room?"

Fu Tianyou turned his face to look at the ground: "I'm carrying a lot of things..." He originally thought that Ji Lingxi and the others would come back early before asking the driver to let him go at the door, but after waiting for a long time, he couldn't handle so many things by himself. Running around with it, the guard room was filled with smoke, and he really didn't want to inhale second-hand smoke.

Looking at the ground that looked like a small grocery stall, Ji Lingxi couldn't help but twitched the corner of her mouth: "Anyway, you have money, so you care if you lose it?"

"That won't work. These are all good things. You can't buy them even if you have money. I snatched them from the old man to celebrate the New Year with my uncle and aunt." Fu Da bleeds a lot, otherwise how can he be worthy of his being frozen for two hours?

Looking at him like this, Ji Lingxi once again doubted whether this person was really 30 years old, why didn't he look mature at all?Or does it mean that when you are reborn at a younger age, your mind also returns to ten years ago?

Forget it, immature is pretty cute anyway.

"Come home with me first." You can't let him hang here again, it won't be beautiful if you catch a cold.

The author has something to say: After returning home, when Yuzu saw his handsome cousin, her first reaction was——

Damn it, I was green! ! !

Ji Ge: Not at all!