person oxidized by love

Ji Xinghui lowered his head in a panic, his heart ached, and his sourness overflowed, making him afraid to think about Zhou Keyun's words.

"Then let's take it again." Ji Xinghui's tone was a little anxious, he had to say something else, otherwise he was afraid that some stupid words would come out of his mouth.

Ji Xinghui is very clear, and he often reminds himself that most of Zhou Keyun's kindness to him is because of Yi Jin's love for Wu and Wu. If he pretends to be affectionate because of this, he is a fool.

Zhou Keyun didn't speak anymore. Fortunately, Siri took the trouble to ask the question, but after two more attempts, the name he picked up was still very strange.One is called "Yunli Wuli" and the other is called "Kuangji".

Zhou Keyun couldn't help asking: "Isn't this really a prank game?"

Ji Xing coughed back: "I think other people use this name, it's quite normal."

"Give me a try." Zhou Keyun washed his hands and sat down on another chair.

Ji Xinghui handed the watch to him, and Zhou Keyun imitated what Ji Xinghui said just now: "Help me name the cat."

The programmed voice assistant said: "Of course, but I want to ask a few questions first. Do you think it is the cutest cat in the world?"

Zhou Keyun sat at a right angle to Ji Xinghui, and his eyes naturally fell on Ji Xinghui. He said "um" and said "yes" seriously.

Zhou Keyun's gaze was so focused that Ji Xinghui had a strange illusion, as if what Zhou Keyun was talking about was not the cat, but him.

Ji Xing coughed dryly twice, and took the opportunity to turn his face away.

"Okay, please answer the next question with yes or no. Does it like you to accompany it?"

There was a very unnecessary silence for Zhou Keyun, and finally he said: "No."

Ji Xinghui's heart suddenly ached, and he even felt that Zhou Keyun sounded a little lost.

Siri's last question was random, but by coincidence, Zhou Keyun also picked up the question about whether he cared or didn't care that Ji Xing answered earlier.

During the process of reporting the topic to Siri, Zhou Keyun was still staring at Ji Xinghui. His eyes were really beautiful, with long and thick eyelashes and dark eyeballs, exuding a tender expression.

Ji Xinghui felt wronged at this moment, how could he bear being stared at by such a pair of eyes.

"Please answer the first one, the second one, or the third one." The voice assistant said with no change in tone.

Zhou Keyun said word by word: "Second, he doesn't care."

All of Ji Xinghui's emotions were blocked at this moment, like bumping into a very tight thermos bottle stopper, without any gap.

He read something close to sadness from Zhou Keyun's radiant eyes, which made him feel strange and at the same time very disturbed.

Ji Xing pursed his lower lip, keeping the truth in his mouth.

He really wanted to tell Zhou Keyun that he cared about him very much. This kind of emotion has been with him for ten years, and it has already become a deep-rooted habit.

It's a pity that the damn "artificial intelligence" spoke again: "Actually, these problems are not important, I think it should be called..."

The word "not important" made Ji Xinghui wake up like a dream, and he was glad that he didn't have time to say anything.

Zhou Keyun got up and commented: "Caicai at least looks like a pet's name."

Ji Xinghui smiled a little reluctantly: "This is very nice."

"As you like." Zhou Keyun turned on the faucet, and the sound of running water blurred his voice.

This topic seemed to be over, but Ji Xinghui somehow borrowed some courage from somewhere, he stood up and walked to Zhou Keyun's side.

Probably because Zhou Keyun looked at him as if he was looking at his lover just now, which made him feel that he had to say something. Ji Xinghui reached out and pulled Zhou Keyun's clothes, and said carefully: "You should also choose the first one. It brought it home, and it cares about you."

After saying this, Ji Xinghui realized that it was a pun.

Even though Ji Xinghui knew that Zhou Keyun couldn't hear the deep twists and turns, he was still very nervous and clenched his hands unconsciously.

Zhou Keyun smiled lightly, and he happily leaned over and kissed Ji Xinghui's forehead.

"Thank you." Zhou Keyun said briskly.

Ji Xing breathed a sigh of relief and felt very happy at the same time. When he was happy, he talked a lot: "The artificial intelligence is too unreliable, I might as well call it Meow."

"It's obviously just a voice assistant." Zhou Keyun corrected him.

"It's all the same." Ji Xinghui said indifferently.

"Okay." Zhou Keyun compromised a little helplessly, "not too smart artificial intelligence."

Ji Xing returned to help Zhou Keyun peel the garlic, with a smile on his face: "Why don't you choose the name."

"I don't know what to call it." Zhou Keyun thought for a while, and suggested, "It's better to call it Twelve."

"You didn't say it casually, did you?" Ji Xing replied.

"No." Zhou Keyun washed his hands and glanced back at Ji Xing, "Aren't you born in December?"

"You know..." Ji Xinghui was a little surprised.

"Xinghui is another name for December, the Chinese teacher said it." Zhou Keyun said.

Ji Xing recalled this incident. The Chinese teacher in the second year of high school was an old man who was about to retire. His surname was Sun. , when the cherries and bamboo shoots are on the market, it is the third month of the lunar calendar."

Someone in the class interrupted: "I just don't know when these two things will mature."

Teacher Sun snorted, and put his hands behind his back: "The ancients used many names for the month, and there is a classmate in our class whose name is that."

Gossip is the happiest, and the voices in the class become mixed, and everyone is softly chanting the names of their classmates to find answers.

"In the month of winter, the day is poorer than the second, the month is poorer than the record, the stars return to the sky, the number will end, and the year will start." Teacher Sun reads the ancient Chinese best, with a swaying tone, and the last foothold is at the end of the classroom Pai, "Ji Xinghui, that's a good name."

Ji Xing sat back and didn't really want other people's eyes to fall on him, even if these eyes were kind.

"Was he born in winter?" Teacher Sun asked him.

Ji Xing nodded mechanically.

In fact, Ji Xinghui didn't know his real birthday, he was an abandoned baby, and the date written on his ID card was the day his grandma picked him up.

Although grandma didn't mention it, Ji Xinghui knew from a young age that he had no parents, and his only relative was grandma.

When Ji Xinghui was 16 years old, his grandma told him that it was very cold and raining that day, and he was put under the eaves, so very, very quiet.

"I saw that your lips were pale from the cold, but you didn't cry or make a fuss. I felt so pitiful, so I hugged you back. I also thought about looking for your parents, but they only put a piece of paper with your name on it." , and a piece of jade."

"It's also strange. That piece of jade was suddenly lost when you were ten years old. You couldn't find it after searching for a long time. I was afraid that one day you wanted to find your parents but there was no clue, so it took a little I bought a new piece of jade with money, and asked the master to carve another similar piece based on my impression."

Ji Xinghui touched the jade on his chest subconsciously. That day he said to his grandma, "I don't want to look for them. This is the jade my grandma gave me."

He has no memory of his parents, the only connection remaining is the name.

Ji Xinghui knew that grandma had been looking for them all the time, because grandma always felt that if she could find them, her little grandson would have a better and happier life.

Ji Xinghui's heart ached, he forced a smile: "Grandma picked me up in December, not Xinghui's lunar December."

"But I think the day I met my grandma is my real birthday." Ji Xinghui said firmly.

Zhou Keyun looked at him with gentle eyes: "Well, I remember."

"Then today is our family's twelfth birthday." Ji Xing turned to look at Zhou Keyun.

Zhou Keyun nodded, and asked seriously: "Then do you want to buy a cake?"

Looking back at Zhou Keyun's beautiful eyes, Ji Xing felt very relieved, and the pain in his heart just now was relieved. He said softly, "Cats can't be eaten."

"We can eat." Zhou Keyun blinked at him.

"We just had cake this afternoon." Ji Xing replied as if he was refusing, and after he finished speaking, he felt that he was a bit annoying.

But Zhou Keyun answered him: "Order a small one to celebrate, and we can eat it all."

Zhou Keyun is a down-to-earth man of action. After speaking, he picked up his mobile phone and wanted to call Chen Ran.

Ji Xinghui let out a sigh of relief: "Let me order it, and you, the boss, will let Assistant Chen go on rest days."

Holding the phone, Zhou Keyun pursed his lips: "Do you know how much his annual salary is?"

Ji Xinghui looked shocked: "There won't be an annual salary of one million."

"Not counting dividends, it's about 80." Zhou Keyun said, "His position is quite special, and his current salary is equivalent to that of a vice president."

Ji Xinghui recalled the contact with Chen Ran during this period, and asked a little surprised: "Then you still let him run errands all day?"

Zhou Keyun turned off the phone anyway, he looked at Ji Xinghui, and stated the reason: "He usually doesn't do chores, but the things at home are special, so I don't feel at ease letting others do them."

Speaking:

Assistant Chen: Thank you for paying more bonuses this year

ps. Friends, Assistant Chen doesn’t do chores. He is an executive, so he has an annual salary of 80. Helping Mr. Zhou to run errands at home is entirely due to years of affection.