worn after Zha Shouzuo's death

Ji Huai quietly backed away again, Ji Yan was sitting on the ground playing with a water gun, when he saw him approaching, he opened his hands and said, "Hold, uncle."

Ji Huai looked down at her, and Ji Yan crawled from the wool blanket to his legs, and hugged his legs with his small hands: "Hold."

For some reason, Ji Huai inexplicably remembered the scene where Song Ci drunkenly moved behind him and lay on his back last night. Hugging his neck, he kissed him on the cheek, slobbering his face, Ji Yan's eyes were crescent like crescents: "Uncle, what's the relationship between you and little uncle? "

Ji Huai picked up the water gun on the ground, carried her upstairs, and said casually, "What do you think I have to do with him?"

Ji Yan thought for a while, then narrowed his eyes slyly: "Then I'm right, is there a reward? I want ten pieces of chocolate!"

Ji Huai: "Huh?"

Ji Yan leaned close to his ear, as if whispering: "Well, I think he really likes you..."

Ji Huai's steps stopped, and he almost lost his footing and slipped down the stairs.

Ji Yan smiled at him sweetly, with a naive look on his face: "You also like him a little bit. So I guess, you are the relationship between mother and father."

Ji Huai's heart suddenly slowed down by half a beat. After a long time, he hid the emotion in his eyes and asked thoughtfully, "Then who do you think is mother and who is father?"

Ji Yan didn't hesitate: "You are father! Um... little uncle is... mother?"

Ji Huai carried her through the last step of the stairs: "I'll give you 20 yuan of chocolate."

Ji Yan cheered, "Yes!"

Ji Huai paused for a moment, then slowly added: "It will be divided into 20 days, and you are only allowed to eat one piece a day."

Ji Yan: "..."

During Ji Wei's cooking, Song Ci and Fang Huairou also established a deep friendship through knitting sweaters. Song Ci found that Fang Huairou is not a terrible person, nor is she a demon wielding a small whip Mother-in-law, it's just that she was written too scary in the book, so Song Ci felt scared, but in fact she is a very interesting person, she speaks generously, informally, and is a very nice person.

The meal was almost done, Ji Wei poked her head out and untied her apron: "Oh, brother-in-law is here."

Song Ci stood up and immediately bowed to Ji Wei: "Hi sister."

Then he handed her the gift he had prepared: "I heard that you like writing, this is the pen I customized for you...huh?"

Ji Wei took the gift box, opened it and looked at it, with a smile on her face: "Thank you brother-in-law."

Ji Wei has a melon-shaped face, bright eyes and white teeth. Her long, wavy hair is scattered behind her. There is no makeup on her face, and her facial features are still too beautiful to be picky.

But that's not the point, the point is that they've seen it - in a cafe.

The director who claimed to be a fan of Song Ci.

What Ji Wei said suddenly flashed in Song Ci's mind: Actually, I know you.

And her magical expression when she heard Song Ci say that my husband is jealous...

The time goes back to yesterday, when he was chatting in the four delicate flowers, the girl he thought of inexplicably in his mind.

... He had seen it in a book, Ji Wei was Ji Huai's younger sister!

Song Ci didn't know how to manage his facial expressions for a while: "Ah, it's you..."

Fang Huairou who stood aside was very surprised: "Have you seen it?"

"Yes, it's me." Ji Wei stretched out her hand to stroke her hair, and stretched out her hand gracefully, "Second meeting, hello, my full name is Ji Wei, you can call me Wei Wei."

Song Ci shook hands with her, a little stunned: "Okay, Weiwei."

Ji Wei burst out laughing.

Fang Huairou was very puzzled: "What's going on?"

Ji Wei briefly told her what happened in the cafe before.

After the lecture, Father Ji, Ji Huai, and Ji Yan all came down, and the whole family was neatly organized, so they ate together.

The family atmosphere of Ji's family is very strong, there are no rules when eating, everyone talks when they want to talk, and chats when they want to chat. Ji Yan sat on the children's chair and ate obediently.

Father Ji is a person who doesn't care about things. For him, Ji Huai is an independent individual with his own ideas. It doesn't matter whether the person he wants to marry is a man or a woman. That's fine, unless Ji Huai wants to marry a pig, Ji's father will condescendingly take care of it and send Ji Huai to the hospital to see his brain.

He has always been easy-going and accepting of other things.

So his attitude towards Song Ci is very gentle - the kind of alienated gentleness, neither too close nor too cold.

While eating, Ji Wei kept looking towards Song Ci. Song Ci noticed her gaze and looked at her too.

Ji Wei cleared her throat: "I have something I want to ask you. It may be a bit abrupt, but it has been in my heart for a long time."

Song Ci smiled: "Okay, you ask."

Ji Wei hesitated for a moment: "Have you ever received a script called Whispering Ears?"

Song Ci paused, did not speak, and nodded.

"I saw you in the cafe that day with the script that you listened to, and the crew also sent you an audition invitation." Ji Wei casually poked at the food in the bowl, very incomprehensible, "I know you are going to be on the show, but the audition is not Without wasting your time, your agent also replied that you know the time and will arrive on time, but why did you break the appointment?"

He also sent a message to the director saying that he felt that his script was not as good as the variety show he was going to be on. He thought the variety show was more important, so he didn't go and asked Zhuang Ran to find someone else.

At that time, Zhuang Ran was so angry that he almost ran away.

As soon as she said this, there was a moment of silence on the table.

It is impossible for Ji Wei to ask this question for no reason, and it is impossible for her to know so clearly about the crew. She must be related to the crew. If you think about it with her hobbies, it is easy to guess—she is the ear Writer who listens.

Song Ci tightened his grip on the chopsticks, and lowered his eyebrows: "It's my problem, and I will apologize to Director Zhuang."

It's his own problem that he doesn't know people well, and he doesn't know them clearly. He doesn't want to discuss right and wrong in front of others. The past has passed, and it is meaningless.

Ji Wei was taken aback: "You also sent the text message?"

No, through these two encounters, she felt that Song Ci didn't seem like someone who would send out such text messages without thinking?

Song Ci was more at a loss than she: "Ah? What text message?"

I don't know if he was infected by the confused and innocent expression on Song Ci's face, and Ji Wei was also taken a little silly by him, unable to react immediately: "It's not you? Who is that?"

"It's his ex-manager." Ji Huai said, with a flat tone, "Cai Ming is not a good person. He is not satisfied with getting a lot of money from Song Ci's body. His ambition is inflated and he wants to control everything about him. Song Ci I don't know that the script that I listened to is dirty."

"Ah?" Ji Wei's brain was a little short-circuited. There was too much information in it and she didn't realize it. She subconsciously said, "No, I also met Cai Ming. He accompanied his artist Wei Li to audition. , is a well-rounded person—”

Speaking of this, she seemed to realize something, and suddenly stopped talking.

After all, she can be regarded as half of the entertainment circle. She has been a screenwriter for so many years, so she has never seen any monsters and goblins?How could she be naive enough to locate a person with only a few words?

Ji Wei's normal brain is only now online, and she immediately sorted out the amount of information in it: "What the hell? Cai Ming sent that kind of text message to Zhuang Ran, and then brought his other artist to audition with a shy face? "

Song Ci actually didn't really want to talk about it, he lowered his head and ate the food very slowly.

Gao Quan told him to let it go, so he let it go and didn't think about it. Although he worked hard to write the biography, this matter has passed. He has hands and feet. As long as he is willing to work hard, there will be opportunities in the future.

A biography of a character is nothing.

It's like taking a class.

"What are you doing!" Ji Wei was so angry that she threw her chopsticks on the table, "I've been so angry about this that I couldn't sleep for several days, and it's Wei Li who deserves his trouble." Such a scheming way to send it over? Damn it, Wei Li produced a [-]-character biography and performance analysis during the audition. The BUG, ​​King NG! I really suspect that he had a different mind when he auditioned, right?"

Fang Huairou glanced at her, a little displeased: "Weiwei."

How can you be so rude?

"Maybe he didn't write it." Song Ci took a sip of the soup and kept his head down, "How can you really understand the stolen things."

Ji Huai turned his head to look at him, and stopped his chopsticks. At this moment, his sensitivity was terrifying: "You wrote that?"

Song Ci didn't speak, but pressed his lips hard, and the fingers holding the chopsticks were so hard that they turned white.

——The people present are all human beings, with top-notch skills in observing words and demeanor, seeing what happened, how can anyone not understand?

Ji Wei's eyes widened: "What the hell?"

She grabbed her hair, completely unable to control her anger, and said, "Cai Ming stole what you wrote and gave it to another artist? He also sent text messages to Zhuang Ran to reject the audition for you? Is Wei Li his son? Why doesn't he go to heaven?" Ah him?!"

She has endured enough these days. Listening attentively is the script she spent a whole year grinding out, and it is also the white moonlight in her heart. She has devoted countless efforts to this script, and even if it is a supporting role, she has to repeat it. After finalizing, I was very hesitant when choosing the male third. I thought I had picked up a treasure, but I didn't expect that what I picked up was a packaged garbage!Wei Li is like rat shit in a pot of porridge. In the eyes of Ji Wei, a perfectionist, the existence of Wei Li ruins the show!

She was almost so angry that she got high blood pressure at the shooting scene these days.

But she had already signed the contract, and she chose the person herself. Even if it was a fly, she could only swallow it by herself, and she had to take full responsibility for it.

The degree of its annoyance can be seen.

Ji Yan bit the spoon and stared blankly at the angry aunt, not understanding why the atmosphere became so dignified, after a while, she curled her mouth and began to cry.

Song Ci was the closest to her, immediately turned around to coax her, and patted her on the back lightly.

Song Ci looked at Ji Wei and smiled: "Forget it, it's not a big deal. I've read the script, Wei Wei, your writing is really good. It's a pity that I didn't work with you this time. There will be opportunities in the future. of."

Ji Huai looked at Song Ci with deep eyes, like a pool of cold water.

Ji Wei was still very angry, and the more she thought about it, the more angry she became. She inherited the Ji family's tradition of protecting the weak, and after accepting Song Ci as her own family, her anger escalated: "The last time I met you in the cafe, I asked You want your contact information, why are you making excuses and not giving it to me! If I had your contact information, I would definitely contact you during the audition!"

She actually didn't expect to meet Song Ci at that time. She heard that Song Ci was not a good person, so she wanted to test it at that time, but the contact information was really because she saw the script he took and listened attentively. It was written by her, so she wanted to leave a phone call just in case.

Song Ci seemed to be choked: "...I..."

Fang Huairou asked curiously, "What excuse are you looking for?"

"He said my brother is jealous! He's afraid to go back and scold him!" Ji Wei folded her hands, her cheeks puffed up, "Tell me! Isn't this a joke! My brother's piece of ice wood, he will be jealous? He grew up The eldest brother has never been in love at all! The little girl he has hugged so far has only words! How could he know what jealousy is!"

Song Ci: "..."

Song Ci lowered his head silently again, the roots of his ears turned red as if they had been scalded, but it was hidden in the black hair, making it difficult to see clearly.

Shame.

It was making up nonsense again and overturning the car on the spot.

But I don't know if it's because the car has overturned too much, but this time he miraculously felt very peaceful—a peace that has transcended himself.

To explain it simply, it is embarrassing and numb.

Fang Huairou looked at Ji Huai, then at Song Ci, a little surprised: "Ah..."

But the next moment, Ji Huai said slowly, "I know."

Ji Wei huh?With a sound, he scooped up a mouthful of egg custard and fed it to Ji Yan.

Ji Huai glanced at Song Ci, and said in a calm voice, "You are not allowed to give contact information to strangers outside. I set this rule for him. Once you commit a crime...kneel on the washboard once."

Song Ci, who was drinking soup, choked suddenly, quickly covered his mouth with a tissue, coughed non-stop, and his whole face turned red in an instant.

Ji Wei: "..."

She tilted her hand and almost fed the egg custard into Ji Yan's nose, but Ji Yan avoided it with a look of disgust.

Fang Huairou: "..."

Father Ji: "..."

The three of them looked at Ji Huai together, as if he was some interesting new species.

The atmosphere froze for a moment.