I’m Afraid It’s a Salted Fish - Chapter 15

Mother Chi remembers that Chi Song has a house on the outskirts of the Imperial City and gave her a set of keys.

When he gave himself the key, Chi Song carried the key ring and shook it in front of his eyes. His eyes smiled into two charming and warm little moons: “Mom, look, I have a nest.”

Mother Chi was amused: “What is not nested, that is your home.”

Chi Song hugged her shoulder and said, “Where is the person I love, where is my home. Where you and dad are not, where do I have a home.”

It is said that the birth daughter has a caring little cotton-padded jacket. Mother Chi always felt that when she gave birth to Chi Song, she had three sets of wool thermal underwear.

Overnight, I drove to the Imperial Capital by train. Mother Chi carried a big bag and a plastic bucket. She took the subway and transferred to the bus, and arrived at the door of Chi Song’s house at 7 o’clock the next morning.

Opening the door with the key, Ms. Chi found that the small rooms and halls were messy and full of life. The kitchen had half-eaten takeaway pizza, and the shower gel in the bathroom was empty. Urgently needed to replenish inventory.

Chi Song was lying on the bed wrapped in a quilt and slept very well.

There was a huge bulge clearly beside his quilt. Obviously, there was a handsome Song sleeping in it.

Ms. Chi felt at ease, picked up the air-conditioning panel and adjusted the temperature up, and went out to stack his clothes.

Chi Song was awakened by the roar of the drum washing machine.

Lying in bed, he woke up for a while and saw that the air conditioner was hit to 26 degrees. Chi Song was convinced that his mother was really here.

He slowly climbed up, covered his head secretly, and looked out. He heard the sound of vegetable cutting in the kitchen, and then pulled out a high-necked thin sweater from the closet like a thief, and put it on in a murmur. To cover the little strawberry Mr. Song left on his neck last night.

…Two hours ago.

At five o’clock, Song Zhihuai woke up Chi Song.

Chi Song opened his eyes in disbelief, hugged Song Zhihuai and bit his ear, and wanted to sleep again, but was picked up.

Song Zhihuai took his packed luggage and undoubtedly said to Chi Song: “Chi Song, you have to go home for two days.”

Song Zhihuai was very shrewd and hung up with his mother’s phone. The more she thought about it, the more inappropriate she was, and she immediately started packing up Chi Song’s luggage and Song’s cat food bowl, and then called the company that helped Chi Song move and asked them to go to Chi Song At home, tear off the dust covers on the furniture and put on new sofa covers and sheets.

At five o’clock in the morning, he pulled Chi Song, who was full of sleep, out of the bed, pushing the packed luggage and the cat cage, preparing to move temporarily, so as not to worry about the mother’s mother.

Unexpectedly, Mother Chi really came so fast.

Chi Song put on his clothes, slipped into the kitchen, and stretched his head, pretending to be surprised: “Mom? Why are you here?”

… As soon as the words came out, Chi Song immediately felt frustrated that this was the most embarrassing and worst line he spoke this year.

But the non-professional mother of Chi did not pay much attention.

Hearing her son’s voice, she nagged skillfully in the smoke and fire: “Why can’t I come? Look, the house is messed up, clothes are thrown away, no one cleans up! Although the golden nest and silver nest are not as good as myself Your dog’s kennel can’t be such a bad practice! Also, you’re afraid that you don’t have a cold when you sleep at 17 degrees, right? You have a cold, you live alone, who will take care of you? ah?”

Chi Song listened to his nagging and smiled in his eyebrows. He walked around the middle-aged woman’s waist and said softly, “Mom, thank you.”

Mother Chi: “Ouch, goose bumps!”

Chi Songwang stared at the steaming pot steaming with heat, trying to reach out and uncover: “Boiled shrimp?”

Mother Chi knocked off his hand at once: “Since I was a kid, I have dog noses! Well, I know you love shrimp. I went to your Zhang Shu’s house last night to fish, green shrimp and white shrimp. Shrimp, I got you three pounds of rice eel.”

She reached out and touched the plastic bucket and said, “Simmer three prawns for you in the morning and make oil-eel eel for you at noon. The extra prawns will be put in the refrigerator for you, so you don’t have to take out.”

Chi Song hooked Mom’s shoulder and smiled hippy: “Mom, why are you so virtuous.”

Ms. Chi took the spatula out of the way and drove the people out: “Go out. Spread honey on your mouth and rust on your hands. It won’t help to add chaos.”

Chi Song is quite innocent: “I don’t want to make you happy.”

Mother Chi said: “What do you coax me to do happy? You coax young girls to have fun.”

Chi Song immediately wilted.

After serving the meal and having a face-to-face meal with Chi Song, Mother Chi suddenly said, “Yes, is your TV show replaying at nine this morning? Is it open, I want to watch it.”

Chi Song turned on the TV obediently, thinking while opening it. Fortunately, Mr. Song paid him the cable, water and gas charges last night. Otherwise, he really can’t cope with it.

When he moved out of this small den and lived in Song Zhihuai’s house, Chi Song wanted to rent out the house, saving him from ash, thinking about it, but reluctant to let others live.

After all, in the three years when he met Song Zhihuai and worked alone, he has lived in this small room and one hall. Every tile here was picked by him from the home market, and he was not willing to leave it to others.

Song Zhihuai saw his hesitation and took the idea directly for him: “This house is here. If we quarrel in the future, you still have a place to run away from home, and I have a place to find you.”

But Chi Song and Song Zhihuai realized that they hadn’t quarreled yet, so this house has never been of any use.

Now Chi Song is very fortunate not to rent it out.

On the TV, she began to interpret the false love and hatred in the entertainment world, and Mom Chi was very interested.

Soon, the scenes of Chi Song and Brother Harry came. The two chatted in the car for a few days. Brother Harry persuaded Chi Song, who had abandoned himself, to cheer up.

This director intends to sell a rotten piece and ask Brother Harry in the driver’s seat to release the seat belt to the co-pilot Chi Song.

Suddenly, Mother Chi said: “I heard people on the Internet saying that you are **** with Bai Yao?”

Chi Song burst into his heart.

Older generations do not remember the names of celebrities and prefer to remember their representative roles. Mom and Dad have always called Brother Harry “White Yao”.

Chi Song reluctantly smiled: “Mom, the censorship is so strict now, the same-sex plot is not easy to release.”

He thought about it and found a more appropriate vocabulary to sum up this selling plot: “Brother Harry’s role is more like my elder… or a friend?”

Mother Chi: “That’s good.”

Chi Song relaxedly said: “What age are you still discriminating against homosexuality?”

Mother Chi licked her meal without looking up, and said, “Homosexuals are sick.”

Chi Song suddenly had a little trouble breathing, wondering if she should be told that she had fallen ill.

Mother Chi watched TV for a while, and suddenly asked, “What about your assistant Xiao Song?”

An hour later, in the fragrance of eel, Song Zhihuai was late.

When he saw Song Zhihuai, Chi Song fell into a choke and almost didn’t recognize him.

Wen Binbin’s gold wire glasses were replaced with plain vinyl glasses by him. Song Zhihuai wore a hundred pieces of two-piece lovers’ shirts that he had found on the stall while shopping with him. The pair of brown shoes did not know from Where did I get it?

Even in such a dress, Ms. Chi just met him, and she was surprised and yelled: “The guy is very energetic.”

Song Zhihuai, who saw her mother-in-law for the first time, bowed politely: “Auntie is good.”

Seeing Song Zhihuai’s courtesy and thoughtfulness, Mom Chi was more at ease and told a lot of things about Chi Song. For example, don’t tell him to turn on the air conditioner for such a low temperature. For example, he can’t drink alcohol and is allergic to alcohol.

Song Zhihuai, who had known these for a long time, nodded: “Okay, aunt, I have all remembered.”

Mother Chi was relieved: “Okay, I can rest assured. I will leave later.”

Chi Song didn’t know it. “Mom, you came here… You take a break and go before you go home. It takes more than five hours by car.”

Mother Chi shook her head: “I have asked your brother to buy and get the ticket early, at 12 noon. Besides, I asked you to dance with Aunt Zhang in the evening, but I can’t put other pigeons, it will be the race the day after tomorrow. Your mother wants to win the gold award. of.”

Chi Song was still a little reluctant: “I will send you…”

“There is eel in the pot.” Mother Chi waved her hand, “I will let Xiao Song send me later, you are watching the fire at home.”

After Song Zhihuai left, Chi Song walked around the house several times, not knowing what to do.

Song Shuai fell asleep, ate several shrimps, and came out of the bedroom with satisfaction. Seeing that the owner was in a bad mood, he immediately ran upside down and used his paws to pull his slippers, crooked his small head, and looked puzzled: “Meow?”

Chi Song leaned over and hugged the handsome man, sitting on the sofa, stroking its soft spinal hair absently, his mother’s voice echoed in his mind.

… homosexuals are sick, sick, sick.

Chi Song performed an unhappy scene on this temporary stage.

When Ms. Chi came, she came in big bags, but when she walked, she only took one handbag.

Song Zhihuai did not drive his own car, but picked an ordinary one in the company’s car. He gentlely invited Ms. Chi to get in the car and fastened her seat belt.

Along the way, Ms. Chi said very little.

It wasn’t until the South Railway Station was approaching that the traffic flow was congested that Song Zhihuai heard the mother behind him say: “Xiao Song is a good boy.”

Song Zhihuai nodded and agreed with this.

Mother Chi continued: “The cost of his acting abroad was earned when he was a kid. After he went abroad, he never wanted us to read with him, saying he was afraid of delaying our lives, because he had a uncle in England and there was no shortage of people who took care of him. ”

“Later, he came back. I discussed with his dad and said that he would buy him a suite in Beijing. He said no. He can buy it himself. After a year and a half, he paid the down payment.”

Song Zhihuai said: “Chi Song is very independent.”

Mother Chi said: “Yeah, he can live well without relying on anyone.”

With that, she lifted her eyes and looked at Song Zhihuai in the rearview mirror: “…So, Mr. Song, can you spare my little son?”