Planar Trash

Who is this old man?With this familiar appearance and tone, do you know him?

Cheng Jingchi had black lines all over his head, and was about to take his hand out of the old man's hand when Qiao Baishu said, "Chichi, this is the grandfather of the Ji family."

Oh, it turned out to be Mr. Ji.

Cheng Jingchi stopped struggling, took the old man's hand behind his back, and said, "So it's Mr. Ji, hello, hello." As he spoke, he turned his gaze to the young man with a sick face, "This must be Brother Wu's." Cousin Ji Xinglan, Colonel Ji."

Cheng Jingchi still respects this kind of unknown soldier who protects the safety of national security and people's life and property.

The school officers who are less than [-] are also talents. I heard that Ji Xinglan only performs the most special and dangerous tasks, which is why his rank has risen so quickly.

Reminiscent of Ji Xinglan's dangerous situation this time, he is really a model of risking his life to earn his future.

"Hey, Colonel Ji's complexion looks pretty good." At least it's much better than the half-dead look in the photo sent before, at least it looks like a living person with a fresh breath now.

Ji Xinglan is tall and tall, not much better than Ji Xingwu. Probably because of his occupation, even after recovering from a serious illness, his back is straight, his eyebrows are high and his nose is sharp, and his eyes are deep with a heroic spirit unique to soldiers. People are unconsciously awed when they see it.

"Thanks to you, it's much better." Ji Xinglan's personality was much more lively than his appearance, and he hugged Cheng Jingchi and said affectionately, "Hey, you don't look what I thought."

Ji Xingwu glanced at his cousin and let out a "sneer", not bothering to remind his jumping cousin that someone's shoulders can't be hugged.

A slender hand rested on his wrist, and pulled off his claws on Cheng Jingchi's shoulders.

"Speak well, don't touch your hands."

Huh?

Ji Xinglan and Mr. Ji looked up at the same time, and looked at Li Zhan in surprise.

He and Ji Xingwu have received militarized training since they were young. When they were a little older, they began to practice Sanda and military boxing, let alone joined the army. , although he is now recovering from a serious illness and his level has dropped, but this is the first time he has been bullied in front of him without the slightest sense of resistance.

Is a master ah!

Mr. Ji's eyes lit up: "What a seedling."

It's a pity that the army's review is strict, and Li Zhan looks a little older.

"Good skill!" Ji Xinglan was gearing up immediately, his heart itching unbearably, "Let's try two?"

There are not many such opportunities to meet a comparable opponent.

Compared with Ji Xinglan's enthusiasm, the master Li Zhan's performance was a little cold.

"You are not my opponent." Li Zhan looked indifferent, "Besides, if I don't fight the patient, I won't win by force."

The medicine was made by his boyfriend.

He has practiced the Nine-turn Reincarnation Jue to the last level. Although his cultivation base has also returned to the original state, he is slowly recovering now. Even if the recovery progress is a little slow, it is still not a problem to deal with two Ji Xinglan of.

Ji Xinglan chuckled: "When I recover, we will have a good fight."

Before he finished speaking, someone twitched his head, and Ji Xingwu walked over with a bag in his hand and a bag on his shoulder, and said expressionlessly, "Don't be ashamed."

Ji Xinglan: "..."

"Hey, here we come." Grandpa Qiao glanced outside, coughed, and greeted in a non-enthusiastic tone, "Let's all go inside, it's hot outside."

Mr. Ji didn't think he was disobedient at all, he nodded straightly: "Yes, everyone, let's go into the house."

The silent and tough driver helped move all the things into the house before driving away.

A group of people entered the house, and there was a large table in the large main room. There were several large casserole pots on the table. The food cooled quickly in hot weather, and it was still warm, smelling a fragrance.

Everyone couldn't help but cheer up.

Ever since Grandpa Qiao let go of his mouth last time and turned a blind eye to the matter of Ji Xingwu and Qiao Baishu, the relationship between Ji's family and Ji Xingwu has eased a lot. Although the two families didn't make it clear, they communicated much more frequently. .Every time Grandpa Qiao gets something good, he will pretend to be casual and ask Ji Xingwu to bring a copy to Jingdu; Ji's family will also send gifts to Ji's family during the holidays.

The two families have been in contact with each other a lot, and everyone in the Ji family knows that the two Chinese herbal medicines and homemade wine that Grandpa Qiao gave away at random seem inconspicuous, but they are all good things, especially the wine. Like a baby, it has become the most popular gift of Ji's family, and the old man has been anxious with Ji Weiguo several times because of this.

"Have you eaten yet?" Grandpa Qiao asked again.

"Didn't eat, the plane was delayed." They went out in the morning, and the plane was delayed, and now they had a light meal on the plane, and they were already hungry. Now, when they smell this refreshing fragrance, they suddenly feel more hungry.

Qiao Baishu handed the gift box to Ji Xingwu, and fanned the wind by the collar of his shirt, "It's too hot today."

"Dog days, just these few days, and it will be cool in half a month." Grandpa Qiao didn't like to talk to Ji's family very much, so he said, "Sit down, I'll cook two dishes", and slammed on his slippers, "Dada Da" ran to the kitchen to cook.

"Uncle Qiao, I'll help." Ji Xingwu rolled up his sleeves winkingly, and ran to the kitchen to help.

This is the first time that the two elders with the highest seniority in Ji Qiao's family are actually sitting face to face. Opposite was the "in-laws", so he panicked and didn't know what to say.

Especially considering that Qiao Baishu is his son, and Ji Xingwu is the grandson of Mr. Ji, he is still a generation shorter than others, and he still has to be called an uncle, so he doesn't want to say such a thing.

In contrast, Mr. Ji seemed much calmer and more generous.

His grandson is like this, not counting his grandson "marrying" into Qiao's family, or "marrying" Qiao Baishu into the family, they are all children of their old Ji's family.

Lao Ji's family is thin, and he has a grandson for no reason. It's too late for him to be happy!

Sometimes looking at a problem from a different angle, the feeling will be completely different.

Ji Xingwu brought the food to the table, and Grandpa Qiao, who was the host, waved his hand.

"Sit down, eat first!"

A table of people stared at the table with piercing eyes, waiting for Grandpa Joe's words, and started immediately.

At the beginning, everyone was still a bit reserved, especially when they saw the purple rice, they were a little hesitant, but after tasting the first bite, they almost immediately put aside that bit of restraint and ate it, even Ji The old man is also different.

It was so delicious, and most importantly, after eating the food, the whole body felt warm and comfortable.

When Ji Xinglan found that these foods not only tasted good, but were also good for his body, Ji Xinglan couldn't care less about talking and just ate them.The people at the table took the ancient maxim of not talking when eating or sleeping to the extreme, for fear that talking would delay the time for eating.

Of course, it would be even better if you can have a glass of health wine.

During the dinner, Cheng Jingchi originally planned to say a few words to brighten the atmosphere, but seeing everyone looking like a reincarnated starving ghost, she tactfully put her head down and wiped out the food in her bowl.

After dinner, Mr. Ji rested for a while, and said to Cheng Jingchi: "I'm used to going for a walk after meals. I wonder if Mr. Cheng can be my guide and accompany me for a walk."

Jingcheng is known as the furnace city of China. Even at six o'clock in the evening during the dog days, the sun is still raging on the land, and the temperature does not decrease at all.

Cheng Jingchi and Mr. Ji were walking on the outer embankment of the Beigan Canal, the river breeze was blowing slowly, carrying an indescribable freshness, and the weeping willows on the roadside were lush and lush, even after being exposed to the scorching sun for a whole day, they didn't look sluggish .

"This place is nice, with beautiful mountains, green waters, and fresh air. It's a good place to retire." Mr. Ji said with emotion, "Kyoto can no longer breathe such fresh air."

As one of the most prosperous cities in the Great Celestial Dynasty, Kyoto, while the economy and culture are developing rapidly, the environment is deteriorating. Sandstorms and smog are rampant, causing the sky above this famous ancient capital to look like a layer of misty veil. It seemed that he hadn't seen such a clear sky for a long time.

Cheng Jingchi was noncommittal, and looked at Mr. Ji with a half-smile and said: "Mr. Ji came all the way to Jingcheng to see the embankment of our North Main Canal, right? If you have anything to say, just say it."

Elder Ji didn't deny it either. He stopped, stared at the clear river under his feet, and said slowly, "Have you checked Zhang Donglai?"

"?!!" Cheng Jingchi looked surprised, "Master Ji knows about Zhang Donglai?"