moonlight lure

Song Qingyu was a little impatient and said in a serious voice: "She is herself."

Qi Heng laughed and teased himself: "Yes, yes, my ideas are rotten and not as good as those born in 00."

Before dinner, Qi Heng and his wife took their daughter to wash their hands. Qi Sheng stood on the small stool in front of the sink and turned her face and said seriously: "Mom, my aunt said that she will get married before June next year."

The sister-in-law looked at the child's father in surprise: "The date has been decided so soon?"

Qi Heng was also surprised: "I didn't hear what uncle said."

When the two of them looked at each other, the little man in front of them said in a sweet voice: "Mom, I like this uncle."

She handed the hand sanitizer to her daughter and asked softly, "Why?"

Qi Sheng carefully rubbed the foam on her little hands and answered rationally: "Uncle is good-looking, and he is not a doctor, so he will not give me injections."

Both the couple were choked by her and their expressions were hard to express.

The old father patted his daughter on the back, leaned down and spoke earnestly: "Daughter, you don't want to say this in front of your aunt and uncle today. Do you remember it?"

At the same time, everyone in the restaurant took their seats one after another.

Song Shiwei was sitting between Ji Yanchen and Song Qingyu. She noticed that Song Qingyu seemed a little extra quiet today and asked aloud: "Did you do well in the exam? Or did you lose your ranking in the game?"

Song Qingyu pouted: "Can you look forward to me?"

Song Shiwei laughed and pointed to the person on the other side of her: "Didn't you say last time that you wanted to take the Air Force exam? He has passed the exam and has experience."

The young man's eyes briefly brightened, but then he was still in high spirits and did not answer.

Ji Yanchen looked at him silently for a few seconds and declined softly: "My experience was from ten years ago and does not apply now."

After Qi Heng's family came back, Song and Tang simply said a few polite words and kindly urged everyone to use their chopsticks.

As a guest, Ji Yanchen was naturally the main recipient of attention, and he was able to handle greetings and inquiries from all parties with ease.

Song Shiwei never talked much when eating, and she wasn't worried about him dealing with such a small scene. She just ate her food in silence. She picked up a piece of sweet and sour pork, blew it twice and was about to put it into her mouth when a young boy's voice suddenly sounded beside her: "When did you start eating ginger?"

Song Qingyu's voice was not loud, but the table was not big either. Everyone looked over when they heard the sound.

Song Shiwei held up her chopsticks and paused, looking down at the piece of meat dripping with sugar juice, with a few thin ginger threads hanging on it. She didn't like the taste of ginger. If she had been in the past, she would have picked them out. But since she and Ji Yanchen were together, he had been making ginger milk for her. She was unknowingly influenced by it, and she was not as fond of this taste as before. So sensitive.

She curled her lips slightly and glanced at the person next to her: "Recently."

Others at the table didn't know the twists and turns involved. Lin Man agreed: "Girls should eat more ginger. Ginger can warm the stomach and dispel cold."

Ji Yanchen held her hand under the table, squeezed it seriously, and lowered his voice: "Well, it seems like it's not as cold as before."

Song Shiwei was embarrassed to be seen by her elders. She wanted to take her hand out but was held tightly by him. She had no choice but to dig her nails into his palm, leaving a row of shallow crescents. She replied in a suppressed voice: "Thank you."

He smiled sanctimoniously, and wrapped her little hand tightly with his big palm: "You're welcome, this is what I should do."

The two of them walked quietly under the table to Chencang, where Lin Man smiled again and asked with concern: "Are you still used to Xiao Ji's food? The food here is on the lighter side, does it suit your taste?"

He still didn't let go of her hand. He sat up straight and said calmly and sincerely, "It's delicious. Thank you for taking the trouble."

Song Tang took advantage of the conversation and said with a smile: "These are home-cooked dishes. Shi Wei is not good at cooking. If you like it, you two come back often. It's not healthy to always eat takeout."

Ji Yanchen nodded and was about to answer when a cool voice from the other side joined the conversation: "Brother-in-law is not good at cooking either? What will happen when you two get married?"

Several people who were talking looked over at the same time. Song Qingyu's face had no expression, making it difficult to tell whether he was teasing or sarcastic.

Song Tang's eyes were a little reproachful, as if he blamed him for talking to the guests in such a careless manner. Song Shiwei looked at his side face for a few seconds and then resolved the joke: "Just like before we got married, just add a bowl of instant noodles." Lin Man patted his arm and said with a smile: "You kid, why are you so sudden? Take the subject so far."

Song Qingyu shrugged and said nonchalantly: "She's not good at cooking, so of course someone has to cook it for her, otherwise it will be troublesome to come back every day to eat."

Qi Heng, who had been watching the show for a long time opposite, came out to cheers: "Cousin, I didn't understand what you said. Do you feel sorry for your family's rice, or do you feel sorry for your sister?"

Song Qingyu remained silent and did not answer immediately. The little man on the other side of the table stood up excitedly and made a big circle in the air with his two little hands: "I have rice at home! My father harvested so much during the last epidemic! Everyone is going. Eat at my house!”

Everyone laughed when they heard this, except Song Qingyu.

Qi Heng covered Qi Sheng's mouth and said with a smile: "Okay, okay, filial daughter, you have leaked all of your father's family fortune!"

Everyone was talking and laughing, but no one took the words of the two children at the table to heart.

After the meal, Qi Heng's family left first. After the remaining family sat in the living room for a while, Lin Man went into the kitchen to wash fruits. Song Tang called Song Shiwei to the study.

Ji Yanchen and Song Qingyu were the only two people left on the sofa. The young man was busy scrolling through his cell phone without saying a word. Ji Yanchen looked at him for a while and then took the initiative to talk to him: "Do you want to take the Air Force exam?"

He hummed without looking up.

Ji Yanchen asked calmly: "Do you want to visit the Air Force?"

The person in front of him slowly raised his eyes after hearing the words. He was a teenager after all. He couldn't hide his emotions, and the surprise and hesitation in his eyes were clear and distinct.

Ji Yanchen looked at him and said quietly: "I can help arrange it. You can decide whether to apply for the exam after you experience it up close."

The other party hesitated and didn't answer, and he didn't press him: "You think about it first, and then just tell your sister when you've decided."

"it is good."

The person who took it had short hands. Although she hadn't decided yet whether to take it from him, Song Qingyu's expression was much calmer than before.

Ji Yanchen didn't want to be tactful with him. After breaking the ice, he went straight to the point: "You don't really want your sister to be with me?"

The young man was a little surprised by his straightforwardness. He was silent for a while with a complicated expression, and then said: "No."

Ji Yanchen waited quietly for his next words. He held it in for a long time and said in a confused manner: "My sister is perfect."

Ji Yanchen raised his eyebrows very lightly.

Song Qingyu continued to say dullly: "She has good grades, good looks, and a good personality. She can handle everything."

Ji Yanchen was a little surprised. He felt that even Song Shiwei might not know that his image in his brother's eyes was so glorious.

Song Qingyu lowered her head and said awkwardly, "I'm not saying you're not worthy of her, you're pretty good too."

There was a moment of silence before he finally whispered, "I hope she's doing well."

Ji Yanchen silently looked at the profile of the young man in front of him. His true emotions hidden under his impatience and indifference were clearly depression and reluctance. He was probably worried that Song Shiwei would become more involved with their family when she had her own little family in the future. Alienation.

But even if Ji Yanchen understood this feeling, those were her future choices. He had no right to interfere. He could only promise what he could do. He patted the young man on the shoulder and said in a low voice: "She will live well. .”

The young man was silent for a long time and then said in a low voice: "I saw you last time at my cousin's wedding."

Ji Yanchen was in a trance for a moment, remembering that he had been asked to be the best man temporarily before, and the bride at that wedding seemed to have this name.

Song Qingyu glanced at him and said lukewarmly: "You are quite popular."

Ji Yanchen pursed his lips in embarrassment. It seemed that someone asked him to use WeChat that day, but he refused them all.