"You... Tired or not..."Shi Jing saw that Si Qi's forehead was covered with beads of sweat, and hurriedly took out a tissue and handed it to her, his eyes were slightly shining, as soon as he met her gaze, he seemed to be a little nervous, his eyes were not to hide, his pupils began to float again, and the fine light flickered in his eyes, almost having a kind of ambilight effect, which made people indulge in this wave of light if they were not careful.

Si Qi was slightly stunned, and quickly came back to his senses, lowered his eyes slightly, avoided the bright sight, took the tissue, and said with a smile: "This is not tired, I used to climb mountains." ”

Shi Jing nodded, no longer speaking, he didn't realize the change in his eyes at all, he just unconsciously twisted his fingers, as if he was not satisfied with the shape or color of these hands, and wanted to twist off a layer of skin and draw a new one.

When the two pairs were silent, he suddenly remembered that Si Xiaojun said a few days ago that Si Qi used to learn to dance, and that requires accumulated practice, especially physical fitness is also the top priority, otherwise a dance is likely to make people tired, it can be said that dancing is a hard job, a long, long time ago, he had a cousin who also learned to dance, and after learning for more than three months, he hated dancing too much and changed to painting.

She is only 26 years old this year, according to the age of ordinary people going to college, almost all of them graduated from about 20 to 21 years old, according to this calculation, she has only graduated for five or six years, and Si Xiaojun is the sixth birthday in July.

Si Qi is born on December and she gave birth to Xiaojun when she was less than 20 years old, did she graduate at that time... Who is Joon's father... What kind of man is it...... Why is she now a single figure, living alone with Si Xiaojun......

Thinking of this, Shi Jing was startled, and he was busy stopping this dangerous thinking, he suddenly felt a little jealous, the man he had never masked, but at this moment, he was not qualified to be jealous at all.

Or maybe he's not jealous, he's just envious, envious...

After envy, he wondered again why the man who was favored by fate gave up on her and let her live alone with Xiaojun.

However, after a brief period of doubt, he suddenly felt glad that they did not make it to the end.

At that moment, his brain was like a high-speed machine, but in the blink of an eye, countless thoughts flashed through him, and many emotions lingered in his mind, one after another, scrambling to show his sense of existence, almost making his brain temporarily short circuit, the sequelae of high fever was a short period of confusion, he wanted to say something, but his tongue did not listen to him, trembled for a long time, and did not make a single note.

In desperation, he had to close his lips and continue to pretend to be dumb, and the vigorous thoughts* in his heart hit his chest in turn, trying to find an outlet, and when he found that the tongues qualified as spokesmen had struck again, they were angry and flowed around, and they followed the blood everywhere, all the way to his face, and the blood was unbearable, and slowly showed its color, so that his pale cheeks gradually turned crimson, and slowly became hot.

Si Qi, who didn't know anything about this, saw him lowering his eyes and holding a tissue in a daze, so he couldn't help but stop his mouth, and took care of himself holding a banana and gnawing silently.

"Dad, come and help me, Dad..." Si Xiaojun carried the overloaded bag and bent down under pressure.

His loud shout brought Shi Jing back to his senses, and saw that Si Qi's elbow was on his knee, staring at Si Xiaojun with a smile on his face, and said with a smile: "Don't ask someone to help, bring it up yourself." ”

Si Xiaojun pouted, and said coquettishly: "Don't, I have a father, I want my father to help me, Mommy, you are lazy, don't take bad father." ”

Si Qi: "......" is really talented, and she is ruthless in burying her own mother, or is she angry with her own mother with her father?

The angry old mother was silent, ready to get up, her son was raised to such a big age, and he couldn't throw it anymore, no matter how angry he was, he could only grit his teeth and swallow it in his stomach, but he didn't expect the people around him to be faster than her, jumped directly from the slate, walked quickly to Si Xiaojun's side, took the bag and held it in his hand, and led the person with the other hand, and halfway through the walk, he saw that Si Xiaojun's legs were covered with thorny grass, he was busy half squatting down, and carefully took down the grass.

Si Qi maintained a half-up movement, motionless, the heartbeat that had been suppressed by her high pressure for the past few days suddenly began to accelerate, first full of tentative jumps a few times, seeing that she did not react, soon couldn't help but be presumptuous, the noisy heartbeat was boiling to the sky, and there was a little pain between tossing and turning, and the pain that was inserted on the tip of her heart quickly jumped to her mind, allowing her to travel through time and space to see the distant past.

Si Jianguo was holding a bag of wild fruits in one hand and holding her in the other, walking on the wasteland, holding a handful of wild grass in her hand, and she was jumping and laughing.

Looking at this situation, her eyes were suddenly a little blurry, just Shi Jing bent down and stood up straight, seeing that she seemed to be frozen, the eyes of the two met in the air, Si Qi could feel that Shi Jing's gaze was a little dodgy, but still looked at herself from time to time, as if she was a very important person, as if her existence was very important and important, those deep eyes were a little happy at the moment, and there was a little bit of attachment that he desperately wanted to hide, but was still faintly visible.

Si Qi is actually a little confused, she has read a lot of books recently, all about social phobia, it stands to reason that people with this problem should not have emotions similar to attachment to another one so quickly, not to mention that she looks positive and cheerful, and she looks very easy to get along with, but in fact, this painting skin will be broken as soon as she pokes it, and she can only fool people who are not very familiar with her, and she has been getting along with her for a long time, and she can still feel her closed-mindedness.

An adult man who has been isolated from the world for more than ten years should not have this kind of emotion towards her so easily, maybe there is a good impression, after all, she is more considerate, and basically doesn't want to cause him any discomfort, and his ability to agree to get the certificate is the best proof, but this thoughtfulness and empathy are purposeful, even if he doesn't understand, Mo Wenlan's human spirit should also understand, didn't he give Shi Jing a hint?

Si Qi secretly glanced at him, under the bright and warm sun, Shi Jing's face looked a little too pale, but the kind of warm red, his eyes were still very floating, but he was no longer nervous, he was still a little hesitant and a little expectant.

She pressed her chest and couldn't help but sigh again.

When they returned to the farmhouse with a full load, it was already more than two o'clock in the afternoon, the boss had already prepared the dishes, just waiting for them to come back and start frying, the dishes prepared were self-sufficient in the countryside, and the black-footed chicken that had just been raised for three or four months, with some codonopsis, American ginseng and other medicinal materials to boil soup, it was the best nourishing meal, and the wild bamboo shoots picked back in the spring, which were dried in water and stored, and they could be taken out to soak in water and stew meat in autumn and winter.

The rice eaten is produced in their own rice fields, and the traditional method is processed into rice, steamed in a wood stove, and a layer of pot will be left at the bottom of the pot, which is fried in oil after drying and sprinkled with seasoning, which is the best snack.

Shi Jing stood at the door of the kitchen, staring at the proprietress preparing lunch with good eyes, he thought that he would be uncomfortable, panic, nervous, and anxious in the face of strangers, so he deliberately swallowed several medicines, but in fact, when he really entered the kitchen, he felt that it was not as terrible as he imagined, he really wanted to see how the people here cooked, what kind of dishes would be there, and the desire to learn in his heart surpassed his fear.

Because, he thought, when he learns it, he can cook it for Si Qi when he returns to Jincheng in the future, this morning in the kitchen of Si Qi's house, Zhang Xingmei inadvertently said a sentence, she said that Si Qi used to like to eat the food of her hometown the most, but unfortunately she has rarely gone home in recent years.

When he didn't pay attention, the demand for Si Qihao had quietly grown and grown.

On the way to start the meal, Si Qi put the picked schisandra in the carton in the trunk, separated by leaves layer by layer, although Si Xiaojun wanted to send some wild fruits to everyone he knew in the community, but although this idea was commendable, it was too difficult to implement, she could only pick some more important people to send, such as the kindergarten teachers, such as Dr. Wang in the clinic next door, for example, Zhu Yuanyuan and her wonderful uncle, and Miao Miao, and the little overlord Wang Yiming in the kindergarten, and of course Shi Jing's parents.

Si Xiaojun dragged Shi Jing out of the kitchen, dragged his hand to the pigsty to watch the piglet, and could only hear him chirping alone on the mountainside, and occasionally he could hear Shi Jing's voice, the voice was still very low, but he could hear his ease and ease from his voice, in fact, for people with social phobia, this kind of idyllic scenery is the most suitable, there is no oppressive environment, and there is no crowd of people who socialize all the time.

She looked up at the verdant green in front of her, and secretly decided that the remaining days would simply be spent on the mountain, and on the last day, she would go home for a meal, and the trip would end successfully, she was comfortable, and Shi Jing was also comfortable.

However, Shi Jing, who was forcibly dragged out of the kitchen, accompanied Si Xiaojun to slip around quickly, and then called up the intellectual game in his mobile phone, and finally let Si Xiaojun sit quietly on the small bench, he still turned back to the kitchen, just the proprietress was serving the dishes, the dishes were too full to be served, and it was not very convenient to serve them, so he hurriedly stepped forward to take over the dishes, put the dishes on the plates, and waited for the dishes to be all before they were put on the dining table.

"Mr. Shi, do you want to learn how to cook?" The proprietress is over forty years old, and she often deals with city people who go to the countryside for vacation, and her vision is quite unique.

Shi Jing twisted the corners of his clothes quite embarrassedly, and then saw the proprietress raise her eyebrows to look at him, and hurriedly let go of her hand, turned to touch her nose, and nodded nervously.

The proprietress smiled and said, "I heard your wife's accent is from our Liangshan, right? ”