Confessing to the enemy every day

As if feeling Xiao Yuze's dumbfounded gaze, Ji Sitang was so ashamed that he wanted to find a hole in the ground and drill down.

Depend on!

The "hungry" he thought and the "hungry" Xiao Yuze thought were completely different concepts!

He just wanted to come over and cook a meal for himself, but he was dressed like this and still flirting in front of Xiao Yuze?

Ji Sitang was completely ashamed.

There is only one thought in his mind now——

close the door!

However, the person in front of him clearly understood his intentions, he squeezed into the room first, closed the door with his body strength, and then leaned against the back of the door.

"What... were you doing just now?"

Xiao Yuze looked at Ji Sitang from top to bottom, and there was a hint of deep meaning in his eyes.

"I……"

Ji Sitang rubbed his wet hair, smiled dryly,

"I, I'm taking a shower! You'll come in halfway through the shower."

"Oh?"

Xiao Yuze's eyes gradually lowered, and there was a hint of teasing in his words,

"You...you always take a bath with your clothes on? Besides, you are so skillful in taking a bath that you only wet your upper body?"

I really can't talk anymore today.

In desperation, Ji Sitang could only find a way to change the subject.

He looked at the pots and pans in Xiao Yuze's hands, pretending to be surprised and said,

"The tools you said to go back to get... are these?"

"Didn't you say you were hungry?"

Saying that, Xiao Yuze sized up Sitang next Ji, and then changed the subject again,

"Or... I might have misunderstood it? Are you hungry... not your stomach?"

Depend on!

Ji Sitang raised an embarrassed face and waved his hands repeatedly,

"No, no, I'm really hungry."

As he said that, he took the initiative to help Xiao Yuze get the food, but Xiao Yuze refused with a wave of his hand.

"Go and change your clothes. Be careful of catching a cold. I'll cook some porridge and it will be fine soon."

Since Xiao Yuze said so, and it was really uncomfortable to have this wet clothes sticking to his body, Ji Sitang could only do as he said.

After taking a set of clean clothes, just as Ji Sitang was hesitating whether to change in front of Xiao Yuze, his cell phone rang.

I took it over and saw that it was my father's phone.

It seems that the secretary should have conveyed to his father that he wanted to contact him.

Thinking of this, Ji Sitang didn't hesitate anymore, took the phone directly, and walked to the bathroom beside him with the changed clothes.

After closing the bathroom door, Ji Sitang reached out to answer the phone.

"I heard from the secretary that you are looking for me?"

The father's voice seemed to be very noisy, and the microphone had to be brought closer to hear clearly.

"Sorry, Sitang, I've been busy with business recently, so I don't have time to accompany you. I'm still negotiating business with clients today, so I took a break to call you."

"fine."

Ji Sitang was used to his father's busyness, so he didn't take it seriously.

Just when Ji Sitang was about to ask his father about his mother, he heard his father say,

"Did you come to me because of your relationship?"

Hearing this sentence, Ji Sitang immediately blushed, he hesitated a few words, but heard his father continue,

"I heard your principal talk a few words. It's okay for young people to fall in love. Dad supports you. As long as you do a good job and don't make people's stomachs bigger, that's fine."

The corner of Ji Sitang's mouth couldn't help twitching.

Dad, have you misunderstood something...

Make your belly...bigger?

Who?

Did he take Xiao Yuze?

After Ji's father finished speaking, he seemed to be about to hang up the phone, but Ji Sitang quickly stopped him,

"Dad, wait a minute, do I have anything else to ask you?"

Ji's father: "Oh? Is it because you don't have enough money after falling in love? It doesn't matter, the amount on the card I gave you is doubled, and you can spend whatever you want."

Ji Sitang: "..." No, Dad!

"It's about... Mom."

Hearing this sentence, the other end of the phone fell silent for a moment.

"your mom?"

Ji Sitang gave a "hmm",

"Recently, for some reason, I always...dream about my mother, and even dream about her bruised..."

Before I finished speaking, the voice on the other end of the phone became serious,

"Did you remember something?"

"Do not……"

Ji Sitang took a deep breath, "Whenever I think of this, my forehead starts to swell, and I can't think of anything..."

At this moment, the father who only listened to the other end of the phone interrupted him again,

"Sitang, have you been under a lot of pressure recently?"

Ji Sitang froze for a moment, not knowing how to answer him.

I only heard my father continue to speak,

"If it's an academic matter, the principal and I have taken care of it. Even if you don't go to class, you can get your diploma smoothly. If it's an emotional matter, Dad will come forward to solve it for you."

"Dad, I..."

"About your mother..."

Father Ji cut off his words, and then opened his mouth,

"Don't worry too much. I told you before that your mother died in a car accident. Maybe it was your mother's appearance that left you with a psychological shadow. Alas, if I knew it would have left a psychological impression on you, You shouldn't have said your last goodbyes to your mother then."

Hearing this, Ji Sitang couldn't help frowning.

He recalled again the image of his mother that came to mind at that time.

That is obviously not the scar of a car accident, but more like the appearance of being beaten...

So, why did the father hide this?

"Dad, I want to ask you one more thing."

Ji Sitang spoke in a low voice,

"Have I ever had pollen allergies before? Or nausea from sweet-scented osmanthus porridge?"

"Osmanthus porridge?"

After Father Ji muttered this word, he was silent for a moment, and said,

"Maybe, I remember your mother used to cook this."

At the same time, only a faint voice came from the other end of the phone.

At the same time, I only heard my father hurriedly said,

"Okay, Sitang, I still have some things here, so I won't talk about it for now. If you are short of money, remember to come to me, and if your girl can't settle it, I will solve it for you. That's it!"

Soon, the other end of the phone was hung up, and the originally noisy voice quieted down instantly.

Ji Sitang only felt his forehead swell and hurt again.

As he often hangs out in bars, he can naturally hear the voice on the phone just now.

It was the voice of the lady in the bar persuading me to drink.

When he and Gu Fang and the others went to drink in the past, he ordered it out of curiosity, but he was very picky about it in the first place, and it was too awkward for those women to lean over and touch their hands. I never ordered it again, I just entertained myself with my younger brothers.

In other words, my father was clearly in the bar.

But why did he say he was in business?

and……

In his memory, his mother had never cooked sweet-scented osmanthus porridge.

Ji Sitang vaguely felt that there was another reason for his mother's death at that time...

But his father concealed the real reason from him.

The road from his father is no longer feasible, and now all the servants in his family were recruited after his mother passed away. They don't understand the reason, and he doesn't have any close relatives and friends around him...

The only person you can rely on is yourself.

Certain details, he believed, must be in his mind.

The question now is...

How can I remind myself?

When he changed his clothes and went out, he saw that Xiao Yuze had already taken out his spoon and scooped porridge into the pot on the induction cooker.

Looking at Xiao Yuze's back, a thought instantly appeared in Ji Sitang's mind.

Ji Sitang couldn't help but walked quickly towards Xiao Yuze, stretched out his arms and hugged Xiao Yuze's body from behind.

Xiao Yuze couldn't help but put his arms around Ji Sitang and moved a few steps in the opposite direction of the pot,

"Be careful, don't get burned."

"Xiao Yuze, I thought of a script that can be performed on this stage."

Ji Sitang looked at Xiao Yuze, with a sparkle in his eyes.

"A story about a triumph over mental illness."