25.

The sweet potatoes are small, the size of a palm, full and round, with a silly and cute fleshy feeling. Each one is about the same size, and it is obviously carefully selected.

When peeled, it is a fresh yellow flesh, and the fragrance is swaying.

Song Yi knew.

When Song Qing was a child, she was greedy and would dig the soil pit and roast sweet potatoes by herself. In the wild, the wind blew everywhere. The warmth in the soil pit in front of her was the one that was pulled and turned over the sweet potatoes with her hands, touching the ash on her hands and nose. Sometimes the sweet potatoes were roasted into glue, and the ash stains on her hands could not be washed off for a long time.

Lu Jixing naturally doesn’t have to eat so much.

There was not even ashes, and they were set on the mud platform to roast them across the fire.

Lu Jixing wore thermal insulation gloves in one hand and small pliers in the other. When he was young, he often went out to film. Sometimes in the wild in winter, he would grow such a stove. The fragrance of sweet potatoes seemed to be warm. If you had a bottle of wine, you would not be afraid of the cold.

Thinking of this, he snapped his fingers and called You Jia, "Wife, go and warm a few bottles of wine. You need to be strong." He lowered his head and looked at Song Yi with a cold light.

"Oh." You Jia tilted her head and saw the boy sitting upright in front of Lu Jixing. She shook her head gently and told him not to do anything randomly. When Minzhi and Song Yi first came in, she discovered that as a real parents, there was still such sensitivity.

She remembered that when she fell in love with Lu Jixing, it was already many years ago.

Although she felt that there was no need to be so nervous, fate was sometimes a wonderful thing, Lu Jixing's temperament would definitely not give up easily.

Lu Ji's clothes didn't see You Jia's sign.

People probably have a kind of intuition. Lu Jixing felt it was eye-catching when he saw Song Yi.

Sure enough, he was a little wolf cub who covet his compassion.

As a father, his daughter is a treasure in his palm. Anyone who takes a look at her will be alert, let alone someone like Song Yi who confesses that he has ideas about Mengzhi when he comes up.

Yes, very good, bold.

Lu Jixing wanted to knock the pliers in his hand on his head, but in the end he just raised his eyebrows calmly, "What do you think of you and Mercy?"

Song Yi lowered his head slightly, "Minzhi and I are dating."

Lu Jixing licked every tooth with his tongue, finally pressed against his upper jaw, nodded slightly, "How long has it been?"

Song Yi never felt so nervous. Even when he came here, he was even full of confidence. He was just a knife. Anyway, he liked him, so he could continue to work hard, and there was nothing scary about it.

But at this moment, he felt cold sweat flowing down his back.

Every inch of his nerves were tense and his skin was tight. Lu Jixing looked almost gentle, but he inexplicably noticed an unspeakable horror.

"It's been a year," he replied, looking cautious with his head down.

This is not like him at all.

"I like pity."

Lu Jixing nodded again. A sweet potato in the stove was roasted with a strong burnt fragrance. He pierced the skewers thoroughly. He confirmed that they were cooked, so he pinched it out and loosened the skin.

He handed it to Minzhi's aunt, "Try it."

Zhou Qian took it, changed her left hand to her right hand, and bulged her cheeks and blew it in one breath, which was so hot.

You Jingyuan sucked a few pieces of paper, put it in her hand, and muttered in disgust, "Are you stupid?"

Zhou Qian glared at him, and when she turned around, Lu Jixing was lit with one hand unconsciously, and his eyes fell on Song Yi with a deep look.

She suddenly felt a little distressed about Song Yilai.

It was a kind of pity for the same disease. When she married Minzhi's uncle You Jingyuan, she was in this situation. He was already the president of a large company, and she was just a marginal artist. The huge gap in identity made her unable to have any delusions. But love is sometimes unreasonable, and it is not that you can't think about it if you can't think about it.

But as Mengzhi's aunt, she naturally stood on the side of Lu Jixing and You Jingyuan.

She knew You Jingyuan very well, was arrogant, had a bad temper, was used to being arrogant, and was used to making decisions. Even if he could not interfere with his most beloved niece's marriage, he would definitely want others to be good-looking.

As the saying goes, exercising a stunt.

This is a test.

But Lu Jixing was more of an unspeakable mood. He was reluctant to beat and scold his daughter, who was holding her in her palm. After so many years of pampering her, someone suddenly wanted to take away the treasure he had let go of. His mood was something he could not understand if he was not a father.

Will anyone love her more compassionately than him? Will someone tolerate her more unconditionally than him? Will someone spoil her and take care of her as a baby?

If you are not at ease, how can you be at ease!

He especially remembered the feeling of his first pity.

It was a morning in late winter. Not long after the Chinese New Year, spring was coming. You Jiasheng felt sorry for the failure. After staying in the delivery room for three days and two nights, his eyes turned red and he couldn't sleep for a moment. Finally, he heard a cry. The nurse came out to tell him that the mother and daughter were safe. He breathed a sigh of relief, as if he had walked away from the gates of hell.

Mentzhi was put into the incubator. After about five or six hours, a nurse led him to see. His hands passed through the box and touched her, her soft body and pink skin. She moved her hands and feet and suddenly smiled at him.

Such a small one, only a small gap opened, would smile at him. Later, Yujia laughed at him for a moment of hallucination.

He really saw it, and tears filled his eyes at that moment. Something soft was put on the tip of his heart. This was a gift from his wife, full of love and tenderness.

He actually didn't want Yujia to get pregnant again.

When the first child gave birth to Yaozhi and Yizhi, Yujia was very heavy and his small body looked weak. He was once again twins. He was only five or six months old and was about to give birth. He walked with his big belly and must hold his waist, otherwise he would soon become sore and sleepy. When the two of them walked, he was always used to supporting her waist and rubbing her occasionally. At that time, he was pushed to work and always felt guilty about keeping her.

He took care of her daily life, arranged everything about her in every detail, and realized a great sense of happiness from the little things. He was very kind to Yujia, and he could say it was very good without being humble. He did his best to take care of her and care for her.

But when he saw her in the delivery room, he still felt deeply guilty.

The hardships of giving birth to a small life and a mother are beyond imagination for those who have never experienced it.

He watched her screaming at the top of his lungs on the delivery bed, swearing that this would be enough for this one in his life.

Yujia wanted to give birth to a daughter for him, or to make him happy, he liked children.

Pity is the treasure she gave him.

He took it with him with great value and spent twenty years to carefully maintain it.

Giving love leads to peace and happiness.

At this moment, he looked at Song Yi with a very picky look, and he didn't like him no matter how he looked at him.

Lu Yaozhi and Lu Yizhi had just returned from pulling out the radish and washed their hands. The two looked at each other and walked slowly over. While wiping their hands, they kicked a stool and sat down.

Looking at Song Yi opposite him, he suddenly felt that this man was so brave that he was very ruthless and he just stroked his whiskers.

Lu Jixing looked at Lu Yizhi first and asked him, "Do you know?"

He never heard of teaching at Minzhi's school.

Lu Yizhi had no choice but to nod.

His sense of Song Yi was very complicated. On the one hand, he felt that he was a dangerous person, and on the other hand, he admired certain traits of him. He reason told himself that he should keep him away from his sister, but his occasional intuition still wanted to take risks and let him go.

Lu Jixing hummed lowly, as if he was a little dissatisfied, probably because he didn't like this feeling of being hidden.

Lu Yaozhi seemed to have expected this day long ago, so he got up and took out a document from his bag and handed it to his father.

Song Yi sat upright, as if he was being tried publicly.

The others were busy with their own things, occasionally looking at them inadvertently, monitoring the movements here.

Minzhi squatted behind the curtains and peeked quietly, intending to rush up and hug his father's legs whenever something is wrong. Whether it is acting coquettish or begging for mercy, he can't let him beat Song Yi.

She was beaten by her second brother, her elder brother, and her father beaten by her again, and she was about to kowtow and apologize.

Lu Jixing didn't beat him up, and looked quietly at the thin pages of paper.

Song Yi could probably guess what was written on those sheets of paper—it was nothing more than his past—he gritted his teeth, his jaw stretched into a straight line, and his confidence slowly lost from his chest, and there was a cold and coldness.

He never feels inferior, but is always conceited.

But never once was like now. Looking back on his first half of his life, he suddenly felt a great embarrassment.

He sat straight, with a solemn expression, cold and stiff eyes staring at his knees.

After Lu Jixing finished reading, his fingers moved slightly. When he saw Song Yi's posture in his light, he was like a stubborn stone, standing proudly and indifferently, full of loneliness.

This is a man with extremely strong self-esteem, and at the same time he has two contradictions: simplicity and danger.

He was slightly moved.

Then he raised his hand tore the pieces of paper and threw them into the stove. The red carbon blocks were flameless. Suddenly, they rolled up a layer and licked the pieces of paper clean.

Song Yi's eyelashes shook and looked up at Lu Jixing silently.

Lu Jixing pursed his lips slightly, turned his head to look at Yao Zhi, "Everyone has an unknown past, that doesn't matter. People always look forward. Don't be so rude next time."

Yaozhi hurriedly lowered her head, "Sorry, Dad, I won't be there next time."

Everyone around him breathed a sigh of relief, including Song Yi.

But this does not mean that he has been accepted.

Lu Jixing ignored him and focused on roasting sweet potatoes, as if it was during the intermission, and the matter came to an end.

From the other party's expression, he saw that the matter was far from over.

Zhou Qian asked him some common questions, and when she learned that he had no father or mother, her sister passed away, she immediately fell silent. She was always a gentle woman, and all she could do was just silence.

"I heard you opened a company?" You Jingyuan asked him.

Song Yi said "hmm" and said, "A game company."

You Jingyuan talked to him about business matters.
To be continued...