as you meet

Thinking of what happened yesterday, Ji Yusheng finally shook his head slightly, and said to Song Shihe with a smile, "I didn't say anything."

The incident that tormented my husband for many years and my failure to make an appointment because I didn’t recognize my relationship at that time were a bit too coincidental, so no matter what I explain, it sounds like sophistry to my husband. Even if I were in the position of my husband, I wouldn't believe that I didn't do it on purpose.Then it's better to forget it first, and let him work hard to restore it silently.

As long as all this is restored, perhaps Song Shihe will be able to truly see his intentions clearly.

It's just that Ji Yusheng still thinks, didn't Song Shihe trust him a little bit in the letter he sent Song Shihe back then explaining the reason for failing to attend the appointment?Or...was it torn to shreds and thrown into the trash at the time?

Because he didn't seem to see the letter when he packed it up yesterday.

Seeing Ji Yusheng clutching his stomach unconsciously, Song Shihe asked him aloud, "Your stomach hurts...?"

Ji Yusheng cheered up immediately when he heard the words, and jokingly said with his eyes bent: "No, I just... just seem to be hungry in a dream,"

The person in front of him was obviously smiling, but Song Shihe always felt in his heart that he heard a spring night rain.

"Sir, what do you want for breakfast?" Ji Yusheng asked him, changing the subject.

Song Shihe didn't answer, but still looked deeply at Ji Yusheng, as if waiting for his real answer.Ji Yusheng looked away uncomfortably, pointed to the instant noodles on the table next door, and said, "You can't eat instant noodles anymore. It's not good for your health. Let me make it for you."

Before Song Shihe could respond, Ji Yusheng laughed again, pulled up his sleeves and said vigorously: "Sir, you haven't tasted my cooking back then, have you? Now I'm a good cook, and I'm good at cooking." Ji Yusheng said again Kneeling and sitting up, "I'll go see what ingredients are in the refrigerator for breakfast."

Song Shihe drank a lot of wine, his head became dizzy, and he became extremely dull. Coupled with what happened just now, after hearing Ji Yusheng's words, he was slightly stunned for a while and didn't realize it. Go wash up, I'll make breakfast." Before Song Shihe nodded, Ji Yusheng turned his head and walked out the door.

"No need, you go back." Song Shihe's voice of refusal finally came from behind, Ji Yusheng paused on his feet, and finally walked out of the door as if he had never heard Song Shihe's words.

Seeing Ji Yusheng's back gradually disappearing before his eyes, Song Shihe walked to the bathroom in confusion.

After Song Shihe finished washing, he woke up in the bathroom for a while before coming out, but when he walked out of the bedroom, he found that the living room was empty, and there was no people blowing in his face, only a few gusts of lonely wind.

Obviously every day when I wake up from a dream, the gray sofa and the heartless wooden table greet my eyes, but the feeling of loneliness today is like a surging sea wave.

Song Shihe scratched his hair, thinking that his contradictory mood was a bit funny.

Looking at the empty living room, he suddenly lost the interest in having breakfast. At the same time, he felt dizzy and exhausted because of the hangover, so he went back to the bedroom and lay down on the bed to rest.

Waking up again was because of a scent pouring into his nostrils. Song Shihe frowned and sat up. He sat on the edge of the bed smelling the scent and lost his mind for a long time, until he realized that he was not dreaming and then walked slowly to the living room. Then he saw Ji Yusheng's figure.

The gray sofa suddenly appeared alive under the sunlight, and the surroundings of the wooden chair seemed to glow with a warm light yellow.

It's really strange, everything seems to be given life again suddenly, come alive, even the heart, suddenly beating wildly.

Seeing Song Shihe come out, Ji Yusheng put down the plate in his hand, smiled at him nonchalantly and said, "I see that there are only eggs and some small steamed buns left in the refrigerator, so I just went to buy some ingredients. I stew it to relieve the hangover." I also steamed some small steamed buns in the refrigerator.” After a while, he brought out another bowl of soup, “This is fish soup stewed with shredded ginger, which is very effective for relieving hangovers.”

Song Shihe froze, unable to move anymore.Then he saw Ji Yusheng worried about him.

"Sir? What's the matter? Are you dizzy?"

"No...it's fine."

After Song Shihe walked over and sat down in silence, Ji Yusheng put the spoon next to the bowl and said to Song Shihe, "Try it!"

Song Shihe stared at the bowl of soup in silence for a while but did not pick up the spoon. Instead, he asked Ji Yusheng who was sitting opposite him: "Do you drink often?"

"Ah?" Unexpectedly, Song Shihe would ask this question suddenly, Ji Yusheng was stunned.

"After you came out to work, do you often drink?" Song Shihe stared at Ji Yusheng and asked, his hands didn't move at all, as if he didn't give up until he got an answer.

"Nor...not at all." Ji Yusheng felt that Song Shihe probably didn't like alcoholics, but he drank as much as he could to socialize. In fact, the number of times he drank was about the same as that of alcoholics.

"Then you know how to make hangover soup so well?" Song Shihe obviously didn't believe his words.

"This... well, I drank a lot in the past few years, but it's okay in the past few years." After Ji Yusheng said this sentence with his head down, Song Shihe only looked at him deeply but didn't speak, I don't know what to think.

So there was silence between them again.Seeing that Song Shihe didn't pick up the spoon for a long time, Ji Yusheng thought he was angry because of this, and at the same time suddenly remembered what He Ming said yesterday, and the fact that Song Shihe met Li Jiejian when he came to his house before, and thought that Song Shihe was still worrying about what happened back then. Angry, so don't want to eat what he made.

Ji Yusheng smiled stiffly with the corners of his mouth pulled, and said in a low voice, "This... it doesn't smell good, right... I... I'll throw it away Let's..." Then he reached out and moved the bowl of soup away from Song Shihe's face.

But when he moved among them, Song Shihe grabbed his hand and asked him calmly, "What are you doing?"

Ji Yusheng was stunned for a moment, and said, "I'll take it away and throw it away."

Song Shihe glanced at the sweat on Ji Yusheng's forehead, and said in a deep voice, "Why did you throw away what you cooked so hard?"

Ji Yusheng shook his hand holding the bowl, and said, "...Don't you want to drink, sir?" After speaking, he wanted to move it away, but Song Shihe said, "No."

"I didn't say I didn't want to drink."

"...Okay." Ji Yusheng finally felt relieved and let go of the bowl.

After Ji Yusheng let go, Song Shihe moved the soup back, picked up the spoon and started drinking the soup.Seeing that Song Shihe was at least willing to drink what he made, Ji Yusheng's heart rose from the sinking sea again.He looked at the various boxes and beer cans in the living room, stood up and said, "Let me clean it up for you."

Looking at Ji Yusheng's slightly blue face, wondering if it was because of the pain, Song Shihe put down his spoon and said coldly, "Don't bother, you can go."