After pulling off the second button of my junior

Ji Chenxi knelt in front of Yan Yu's tomb, holding his hand tightly, never letting go.He thought maybe it was his mother's last words before she died, and her father didn't scold Ji Chenxi, nor did he tell him to leave.

Ji Fengyue closed her eyes and thanked the deceased Yan Yu in her heart, "Thank you, Mom, for giving us a chance."

The sky was getting dark, but the rain showed no signs of stopping.

They returned to Ji's old house before it was dark.

Grandpa Wu, who is in his 70s next door, is still in good health. When Grandpa Wu saw them all drenched, he immediately ordered his daughter-in-law to go back and make a decoction to dispel wind and cold and send them to them.

He took a hot bath and drank the special soup made by Grandpa Wu, which warmed up his cold body a lot.

As early winter approached, kneeling in the rain for a long time, even he couldn't stand it, let alone his father's body.

Dad is sick, very sick.It took a month to get better after repeated delays.Grandpa Wu said that his father had something on his mind, and the illness would relapse.He thought maybe it had something to do with his mother's death, or maybe it had something to do with the person sitting in front of him.

Since that day, Ji Chenxi has not left his house, and will watch over him every day, helping him take care of his sick father.

In the first few days, my father didn't look him in the eye, and now the two of them are still talking a few words.

He knew that his father's attitude was softening a little bit, just like now Ji Chenxi dared to tease him blatantly in front of his father, "Senior, if you don't regain your senses, I will really kiss you."

Ji Wumian looked sideways, glared at them, and then turned his eyes back to the book.

Ji Fengyue stood up uncomfortably, "I'll cook."

Ji Chenxi stood up, "Senior, I'll help you."

The two went to the kitchen, and Ji Fengyue fished out the fish that he just bought this morning from the bucket. He planned to cook the dishes for lunch today by himself.

This month, every time he cooks, Ji Chenxi will ask him to help him. Although the dishes he cooks are indeed better than his own, he really wants to cook a meal for this person himself.

It can also be regarded as thanks to him for taking care of his father in every possible way this month.

Ji Fengyue put on her apron and sleeves and began to cook the fish on the cutting board.In the middle, the sharp tip of the knife accidentally scratched his finger, and he hummed softly in pain.

Ji Chenxi hurriedly dropped the potato in his hand, ran over quickly, grabbed his finger and put it in his mouth for a while to suck/suck.

The blood on the finger disappeared temporarily, but within two seconds it couldn't stop gushing out again.

Ji Chenxi frowned, and Ji Fengyue saw the distressed expression in her eyes.

"Senior, follow me to Grandpa Wu's house to get bandaged, your wound is too deep."

He pressed Ji Fengyue's knuckles tightly, and carefully pulled him out.

Passing the courtyard, Ji Wumian raised his head and asked, "What's wrong?"

Ji Chenxi led him out, and replied to Ji Wumian, "Senior, his finger was cut by a knife. I will take him to Grandpa Wu's house to bandage it."

Upon hearing this, Ji Wumian immediately closed the book, got up from the soft chair, and the three of them went to the next door together.

When he came out from Grandpa Wu's house, he happened to meet Yan Hua who had just returned from the imperial capital.

Seeing that his hands were wrapped in gauze, Yan Hua hurriedly asked, "What happened to Yueyue's hands?"

Ji Fengyue said lightly: "It's okay."

"The meat was turned out, and he said it was fine!" Ji Wumian said displeased.

Ji Chenxi apologized: "It's all my fault, I didn't take good care of the senior."

Ji Fengyue had no choice but to change the subject, "Brother, how is your company going?"

A few years ago, Yan Hua and a friend of his partner registered an accounting firm.The scale is getting bigger and bigger, but half a month ago, the partner suddenly wanted to sell the shares in his hand, Yan Hua had to go back to the imperial capital to deal with this matter.

Yan Hua glanced at Ji Chenxi and said, "It's been resolved."

Ji Wumian answered, "That's good."

There was a wind blowing, and a burst of coolness hit, causing Ji Wumian, who was just recovering, to cough a lot.

Ji Chenxi, who was closest, hurriedly patted his back to help him feel better.

Yan Hua and Ji Fengyue hurried over to help him into the house.

Ji Fengyue injured her hand, so she had to give lunch to Ji Chenxi.

The three of them, father and son, were talking in the living room, and Ji Fengyue's eyes often moved to the kitchen.

Sensing his absent-mindedness, Ji Wumian called out, "Ah Yue."

Ji Fengyue looked back, "Dad, what's the matter?"

Ji Wumian's tone was very light, "During the seven years you were there, you got up to draw him in the middle of the night every day, and my father knew about it."

His words brought back Ji Fengyue's memories, thinking of himself who was tortured by endless thoughts every night and was exhausted. At that time, he could only suppress his dream of that person by painting.

Ji Wumian sighed silently, "Your mother is right. Although Epiphyllum's life is short, the moment of blooming is its most beautiful moment. So, Dad wants to ask you, if you lose your life because of being with him, do you still want to lose your life?" Will you insist on finding this short-term happiness?"

Ji Fengyue looked at Ji Wumian. Although he didn't understand the meaning of his father's words, his desire to see that person all the time was very clear.

"Dad, even so, I want to try."

Ji Wumian closed her eyes, "Since that's the case, pack up and go to the imperial capital with him after dinner."

Ji Fengyue asked: "Dad, what about you?"

"Dad once promised your mother to stay by his side forever. I made a mistake when she was alive, and I hope to be with her forever after she dies."

Yan Hua opened his briefcase, took out a letter and handed it to Ji Wumian, "Dad, Mom said that if you want to stay here with her, let me give you this letter."

Ji Wumian took it, opened the envelope and took out the letter inside to read.

There wasn't much content in the letter, but after he read it, his hands trembled slightly.

The two noticed his strange behavior and hurriedly said, "Dad, what's wrong with you?"

"Father is fine." Ji Wumian folded the letter and put it back in the envelope, "Since it is your mother's intention, then father will accompany you to the imperial capital."

Hearing his words, both Ji Fengyue and Yan Hua had smiles on their faces.

After lunch, a few people simply packed their luggage, closed the Ji family mansion, and headed to the imperial capital.

Ji Fengyue followed Ji Wumian to Yan Hua's community.As soon as the car stopped, Ji Wumian suddenly said: "Since you have made a choice, you must learn to cherish time."

He got out of the car and stopped Ji Fengyue from getting out of the car, "Follow him!"

After finishing speaking, Ji Wumian entered the building door without looking back.

Ji Fengyue looked at Ji Wumian's lonely back. At that moment, he suddenly realized that his father, who had never bent his back, had a curvature because of his choice!

After that, Ji Chenxi took him to the house where he stayed seven years ago.

As soon as Ji Fengyue entered the room, she looked around at the familiar layout in the room, and could see that there were signs of redecoration, but all the colors and layouts were exactly the same as before.

This house has a large area, and there are three rooms, except for the master bedroom, the remaining two are a storage room and a study room.

Ji Chenxi moved all his luggage into the master bedroom, and Ji Fengyue realized belatedly that he was going to sleep in the same bed with this person at night!

Although Ji Chenxi has lived in his house for a month, they have always slept in separate rooms, and they have never had any intimate behavior.It was about to sleep together, which made him a little nervous for a while.