Old man Ji looked at the so-called "golden belly soup" on the table, and was a little surprised, his tiger son really did a good job. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Old man Ji took a shallow taste and was even more pleasantly surprised.

"Delicious, right? Did you suddenly find that your son is not only both civil and military, but also out of the hall and in the kitchen...... Perfect? Ji An grinned and boasted.

Ji An spent a full week and didn't do anything, just shopping and cooking, he almost thought he was going to 001 to be a chef. Anyway, I bumped and bumped during the period, and finally learned the legendary "golden belly soup" that could buy General Marco.

Old man Ji is such an old man, and he is not confused, so he naturally saw through Ji An's deliberate words and deeds at a glance - he wanted to pretend to be the heartless young master Ji in the past.

But no matter what Ji An said, Old Man Ji could see the sorrow in his eyes.

Old man Ji couldn't forget that day in the morgue, Ji An looked at Feng Ting on the bed with a look like he had lost the whole world; He saw his son, who had never cried in front of him, leaning against the door, raising his head and sobbing.

Later, Old Man Ji heard Old Man Feng say that Feng Ting had a wooden box, and the box was full of photos of Ji An; Later, the son only left a sentence of "scattered" and disappeared for a month.

Yan Mu was not wrong, the three of them were too self-righteous, maybe they never knew their children. What the child likes, what the child is thinking, they don't know.

Old man Ji silently ate the first side dish his son made for him, and the taste was obviously extremely delicious when he entered the mouth, but he ate a bitter taste when he ate it.

After the meal, Old Man Ji took out the tea set, he was as particular about drinking tea as he was about eating, and until now he still uses the same method as he did decades ago.

When Old Man Ji was waiting for the water on the small stove to boil, Ji An found a few photo albums from the room, and then sat on the sofa in the living room, flipping through the albums page after page.

After a while, Ji An finally found the photo in his impression, which was taken at their high school graduation party: I saw Feng Ting wearing a thin silk low-necked dress, her body rose and fell like clouds in the fabric, she wore light makeup that day, her eyes were brighter than usual, and she smiled shallowly at the camera, like a little sweetheart.

Ji An once thought that Feng Ting's smile was so sweet because the person who was filming was Yan Mu, but now he knew that it was because the person she was holding was himself.

Ji An took out the precious photo of the two from the album and put it in her wallet.

The water on the small stove is boiling.

Old man Ji glanced at the photo, quietly scalded the purple clay pot and the four small teapots with boiling water, and then put a small pinch of Tieguanyin in the purple clay pot, brewed boiling water, stuffed it in the pot and then poured it into the small teapot.

He only filled half a pot of tea in Ji An's pot.

Ji An drank half a pot, he was still not satisfied, and he was about to have another half pot, but Old Man Ji was already packing up the tea set.

"One cup is a taste, two cups are a fool to quench thirst, and three cups are to drink cows and mules. Ever heard this? In fact, drinking tea is like this, being a person is also like this, some things, no matter how much you like it, you must have a degree, if God gives you only half a cup of good tea, you should have a good aftertaste, taste it clearly, instead of forcing a cup. Old man Ji said earnestly.

Old man Ji alluded to Miaoyu's words in "A Dream of Red Mansions", Ji An has never had the patience to watch "A Dream of Red Mansions", but he also heard that his father had something to say.

Ji An pursed his lips, snatched the purple clay pot from Old Man Ji's hand, poured himself a pot full of tea, and drank it all.

"Dad, I haven't been an elegant person since I was a child, and I don't sound awkward about your roundabouts. I'd better say it directly, I don't believe in God's destiny, what I like has to be pursued with all my heart, even if it is forced. Ji An put down the small teapot and turned his head to look at Old Man Ji.

"Dad, I'm sorry, I took a leave of absence. For the next year, I want to walk around..... I don't know what to say, so you can assume that I am a volunteer without borders. I know that now, you may not understand my decision, but I ....." Ji An said, and the more he talked, the more confused he became.

Old man Ji looked at his son, and his brows were furrowed since he heard the "suspension of school". What is this? Are you going to give up your studies if you're sad? What is Volunteering Without Borders? What is this thing?

If it had been before, he would have jumped up and beaten his son with a stick.

However, after Feng Ting's incident, he also began to understand what it means to be inferior to heaven, and the path they arranged for the child does not guarantee that the child can go to the end.

It's better to let the child do something he likes willfully, at least Ji An is still alive now.

Old man Ji sent Ji An to the door, looked at Ji An waving his hand to him, and unexpectedly remembered the scene of saying goodbye to him at the airport at that time.

He suddenly realized very deeply: no matter whether the child follows the path drawn by his parents or makes another plan, as a parent, he must finally complete the sight of his child's distant figure again and again.

"Don't show that on that face, I'll be back in a year, and if I do what I want to do, I'll continue my studies. You take good care of yourself when I'm away. Remember, there's no end to money. Ji An happened to turn around, touched by the sad glow on his father's body, and gave his father another hug.

Ji An had only taken two steps when he saw a familiar figure in front of him running quickly towards him panting.

Yan Mu ran out of breath, pulled Ji An's arm, and asked intermittently, "Are they...... Say you...... You're back, you..... Why not..... Tell me? I've called you so many times...... How did you..... Don't answer? ”

Ji An patted Yan Mu's back and gave him a smooth breath.

He didn't mean not to answer Yan Mu's call, but he didn't know how to face Yan Mu for a while.

Ji An knew that Feng Ting's death was not to blame him, but he still couldn't control his unreasonable resentment: Feng Ting replaced Yan Mu, but Yan Mu lived his life in a daze.

He really didn't know how to tell Yan Mu what was in his heart.

"You don't want to be so scary, can you? Feng Ting has ...... You disappeared from the world for a month without making a sound, and I thought something had happened to you. What should I do if something happens to you? Yan Mu said as he spoke, his eyes turned red.

Ji An's head froze, and finally thought that he was not the only one who was tortured for Feng Ting's death? Between the three of them, who is not a close friend with whom?

Ji An stretched out his hand and hugged Yan Mu into his arms, and said softly: "Mu, I have something very important, I'm leaving." You...... Don't be angry with Uncle Feng and Uncle Yan anymore. Think of it this way: everyone else has only one father, you have two, and they both love you, and you are happier than others. And also...... When I'm not around, help me watch my dad. Wait for me to come back. ”

When I bring Feng Ting back, we'll be back together. Ji An didn't say this sentence, he would prove it directly with his actions.

In order to come back better, he can only leave 018 for the time being, leave his personal identity for a while, and become the Assyria of 001 space.

If a coward infuses another soul belonging to the "dreadnought", will he be able to survive in the bloodthirsty and murderous primitive world?