Be silly, the top actor has been secretly in love with me for 3000 years!

Ding Jian quickly got in touch with Gao Jingxuan. He was able to maintain a relationship with the other party because although Gao Jingxuan was developed, he did not put on airs and got along very well. The two have been brothers for decades and have always supported each other. Help each other.

The three immediately agreed on a time to meet.

Xia Piaoyue opened the shutter door, got into Ding Jian's car, went to the vegetable market to buy vegetables, and then went to his rented house.

When Ding Jian saw the dilapidated rental house, he was very sad.

He couldn't help asking: "I see that your business is doing well. You should have saved some money. Why do you still live here?"

A bitterness flashed in Xia Piaoyue's eyes, she shook her head and said with a smile, "I have saved some money and saved it for my son. He somehow said that he likes photography, and always said that he will be a photographer when he grows up. I have inquired about it. This thing burns money and cannot be used indiscriminately."

That's not enough to live in such a place.

Thinking of something, Ding Jian suddenly asked, "You're not still giving money to your ex-wife, are you?"

A look of doubt flashed in Xia Piaoyue's eyes, how did he know that he was still giving money to his ex-wife?

Not wanting to expose his family ugliness to the outside world, he smiled awkwardly: "Although the house is small, I clean it every day and it's fairly clean. You sit down and I'll cook."

After pouring Ding Jian a glass of water, Xia Piaoyue went into the kitchen to prepare for work.

"I'm here to help too..."

"No need, the house is small, and the kitchen can't accommodate two people, just sit down."

The kitchen really couldn't stand two people, and Ding Jian didn't know how to cook, so he had to give up.

He took out his mobile phone and called his wife, telling her that he was going to have dinner with his old classmates and that he would go back later.

His wife told him to drink less.

After five o'clock, Xia Piaoyue's son came home from school.

Seeing the strange uncle at home, he froze for a moment, then greeted him with a sweet smile.

"Hello Uncle! Dad, I'm back..."

"Do your homework first, and have a big dinner tonight! Lao Ding, this is my son."

Xia Piaoyue said to the two with a smile.

Ding Jian looked at the little boy in front of him with doubts in his eyes.

This is... Xia Piaoyue's son?

The father and son cannot be said to be exactly the same, only to say that they are completely different!

Xia Piaoyue is thin and old now, but traces of the past can still be seen in her facial features.

His son is chubby, with single eyelids, and his facial features have nothing in common with Xia Piaoyue, just like the child from the old Wang's family next door.

This thought made Ding Jian almost choke to death on his own saliva.

Bah, bah, bah, isn't he cursing his old classmate, the kid from the old Wang family next door.

"Hi, I'm your father's college classmate. My surname is Ding. I'm older than your father. Just call me Uncle Ding. How old are you this year and what's your name?"

Ding Jian cheerfully greeted the little boy.

"Uncle Ding, my name is Xia Zhe."

The little boy answered politely.

The latter's heart skipped a beat.

"The philosophy of philosophy?"

The little boy nodded.

crazy……

Xia Piaoyue obviously did not forget the rhythm of her old lover, and actually used the same word for son as Qiu Zhe.

Ding Jian somewhat understood why he got divorced.

He even thought of the reason why Xia Piaoyue kept giving money to his ex-wife.

The other party won't be cutting Lao Xia's leeks on the grounds of being gay and cheating on marriage...

Hey!

Ding Jian was very angry and felt worthless for his old classmates.

Xia Zhe obediently went to the house and started to do his homework.

Xia Piaoyue's house is really small, more than 30 square meters.

A small kitchen, a bathroom, and a bedroom.

The father and son usually live in the same room. There is only a simple wardrobe, a tattered desk, and a 1.5-meter wooden bed in the room.

Many photos and awards are posted on the wall.

There are photos of Xia Piaoyue and Xia Zhe, as well as many flowers, plants and scenery, as well as all kinds of people.

Ding Jian went to the bedroom. He looked at the photos on the wall and asked curiously, "Are you taking these photos?"

He remembered that Lao Xia said that he liked to take pictures.

I have to say that the child is really talented, and these photos are very beautiful.

"Yes uncle, I like to take pictures. My father bought me a digital camera, and he will take me to take pictures every weekend, and then develop the pictures to the photo studio!"

Mentioning his hobbies, Xia Zhe said excitedly.

"He's very talented, little guy, as long as my son is half as sensible as you, that brat only knows how to watch TV every day...how could he like taking pictures?"

Ding Jian was puzzled.

The eight-year-old child likes to take pictures, and his hobby is very unique.

Especially Xia Piaoyue's family is not well-off, and children probably don't have much chance to come into contact with things like cameras.

"Dad said that when I was five years old, I met a freelance photographer. Because I saw his photos, I became fascinated and always pestered him to take pictures!"

Xia Zhe doesn't remember much about his childhood, the only memory left is that he fell in love with taking pictures.

Ding Jian's heart skipped a beat.

Five years old, isn't that three years ago!

If he remembered correctly, Qiu Zhe was a freelance photographer.

Did they... see? !

Qiu Zhe's career has actually affected Xia Piaoyue's child? !

What a wonderful fate...

There are too many questions in my heart that I want to ask, but Ding Jian also knows that it is not the time.

At about six o'clock, Gao Jingxuan also came.

Wearing a suit and leather shoes, he carried several bottles of Wuliangye, and when he saw Xia Piaoyue, he excitedly stepped forward to hug her.

"Long time no see, old classmate! Still so handsome..."

He praised with his mouth, but felt very sad in his heart.

He thought he was old enough, but he didn't expect Xia Piaoyue to be even more exaggerated.

He stood with his son, not like a father and son, but more like a grandson!

"What's so handsome, this vicissitudes of life, sit down for a while, the food will be ready soon."

Xia Piaoyue smiled shyly and beckoned him to sit down.

He cooked a table full of dishes, which made people's appetite soar.

Both of them gave him thumbs up.

Ding Jian filled the two with wine and toasted: "Ten years have passed in a flash, and I don't know if there will be a chance to sit and eat together again in the future, done!"

The other two also toasted, and Xiao Xiazhe, holding a Coke cup, also toasted.

After drinking for three rounds, a group of people chatted about career, family, and the past, and the time passed quickly.

When it was time to go to bed, Xia Zhe took a shower and went back to the room obediently, while the three adults were still drinking.

Xia Piaoyue's skin used to be very fair, but now it is dark and yellow due to the long-term exposure to the wind and sun, but it is still the same as before, and it turns color when drinking.

Drinking capacity is also far less than in the past.

After drinking for three rounds, Ding Jian couldn't help opening his mouth.

"Old Xia, three years ago...Qiu Zhe came to me and asked me about your whereabouts. I will know that you gave your wife living expenses because I checked you!"

Xia Piaoyue shook her hand, the wine glass fell on the table, and the liquid spilled out.

"Feel sorry……"

He frantically wiped it off, but felt dizzy and suddenly fell to the ground.

The other two were startled and rushed to help.

"Are you okay, Lao Xia!"

"It's okay...I'm fine...just...just feeling uncomfortable...I didn't know he came to see me..."

Xia Piaoyue opened her mouth sullenly, tears instantly blurring her vision.