I’m Afraid It’s a Salted Fish - Chapter 42

The next day, Chi Song was awakened by Song Yingjun.

He lay on Chi Song’s chest, squinting his eyes, and slept into a soft, glutinous ball.

As soon as Chi Song moved his body, Song Shuai woke up.

After stretching a huge lazy waist on the spot, she moved slowly and kissed Chi Song, successfully snatching Chi Song’s first kiss with Song Zhihuai today.

Song Zhihuai had already gotten up, and the sound of the wok was heard in the kitchen.

The scent of vinegar and potato shreds Chi Song, and he turned over and ran to the kitchen barefoot.

Looking at the corner of Song Zhihuai’s eyes when he was cooking, he noticed Chi Song, who probed the brain at the kitchen door.

He smiled slightly, but Quan Dang didn’t see it.

Chi Song, who thought he was hidden, touched it carefully, and the little monkey hung on Song Zhihuai’s back.

Song Zhihuai, who has been doing fitness for many years, doesn’t care about this weight, but he still frowned slightly: “How thin?”

Chi Song thought he was in love, sticking it on his back and saying, “…Where is thin, no.”

Song Zhihuai has reason and evidence: “The last time I carried you back, you weren’t that light.”

Chi Song was caught by Song Zhihuai on the scale. He said that he fell three pounds.

For this reason, at breakfast, most of the potato shreds were given to Chi Song by Song Zhihuai.

He looked at Chi Song anxiously and said, “Your mother went back to see you, and you must say that I did not take care of you. You must call me at that time.”

Chi Song’s face stunned with a rice bowl: “Are you going back with me?”

Song Zhihuai asked: “Otherwise?”

Chi Song is busy now. He just didn’t want to waste it for just a few days.

Chi Song also hesitated with his chopsticks: “Don’t my parents return to China this New Year?”

Chi Song refers to Song Zhihuai’s parents.

Song Zhihuai shook his head: “They still lived in a two-person world abroad, and asked my elder brother and I to stop bothering them.”

Chi Song looked at the two cats playing: “Handsome and Dazhong…”

Song Zhihuai: “I will ask people to feed them. If you are still not assured, we will take them back together.”

After just negotiating about going home together, I still hadn’t figured out how to notify my parents. Chi Song’s cell phone rang.

Seeing the caller ID clearly, Chi Song’s bite of potato shredded into his throat.

While swallowing hard, he gestured to Song Zhihuai: “…my mother.”

Chi Song answered the phone with a cautious look: “…Mom.”

When he answered the phone, Yu Guang kept his eyes on Song Zhihuai, and he was especially cautious.

Noting the slight changes in his expression, Song Zhihuai suddenly distressed Chi Song.

…If you weren’t with yourself, Chi Song would never be the same when he answered his mother’s phone.

Thinking of this, Song Zhihuai sat beside Chi Song and reached out to protect his palm.

Mother Chi asked keenly, “Song Zhihuai is next to you?”

Chi Song was like a rabbit who had just blown Mao and forced to calm down. His chin was tightly tightened: “…Well, here it is.”

Ms. Chi immediately hated iron for not being able to make steel: “…I guess it’s like speaking like a thief.”

The little thief Chi Song rested and stood upright: “…”

Mother Chi: “Last time you said that this year’s vacation can only be taken until the second day of the Chinese New Year, right?”

Chi Song honestly: “Uh na.”

Mother Chi asked unusually harshly: “Your father asked me to ask you, who’s going to the Chinese New Year this year.”

Chi Song was stunned: “…ah?”

Mother Chi: “Ah, what? Did Song Zhihuai’s parents see you?”

Chi Song rolled the tablecloth under his forefinger and whispered, “…I have seen it.”

More than two years ago, Chi Songgang and Song Zhihuai established a relationship, and Song Zhihuai’s parents returned to China.

Song Zhihuai led him and met his parents in a private restaurant opened by the Song family.

Chi Song was terribly nervous, but fortunately, Aunt Song was gentle, and Chi Song was close to her eyes. She gave him a vegetable as soon as she met, and despite the refusal of Chi Song, he gave him a boss’s red envelope.

In the words of Aunt Song, her son has a good vision. If he is not someone who believes that he will live a lifetime, he will never lead it to his parents, saying that Chi Song’s ears are red.

However, the Song family learned a lot. When Uncle Song learned that his son was homosexual, he urged him not to look for small stars with a small white face and a straw in his head.

When he knew that Chi Song was a little-known actor in the circle, Uncle Song was very dissatisfied. The first half of the meal had a coffin face almost all the way, and Chi Song was trembling.

Halfway through the meal, Uncle Song estimated that he wanted Chi Song to be ugly, and he unintentionally asked, “How much do you know about Brecht’s epic theory?”

Chi Song replied timidly: “I have only read “Buying Brass” and “The Separation Methods of Chinese Theater Performing Arts”, and I have written papers. I cannot say that I know too much.”

Uncle Song: “…”

Song Zhihuai suddenly had a look of pride in “My wife is powerful”.

Uncle Song glared at his son inconspicuously, and said to Chi Song: “Come, let me talk about what you know.”

He thought that Chi Song was just like some people who show off their knowledge in the entertainment industry, and he dared to say that he read through theory books with a title.

He did not expect that Chi Song was able to discuss with him the plot and drama techniques of “Sichuan Good People” and “Caucasian Ashes”.

After finishing a meal, Uncle Song expressed his affection to Chi Song in a concise manner: “…Very good, talk again next time.”

Mother Chi asked: “Is his parents treating you well?”

Of course, Chi Song wanted to pick good words and said: “Papa Song is very knowledgeable. Mom Song gave me a big red envelope.”

… so big that he didn’t dare to spend it, only to deposit it in the bank to raise interest.

Mother Chi was strangely silent for a moment: “Listening, then you are going to the Song family for the New Year this year?”

Chi Song took the opportunity to be spoiled: “How come? Of course I am going to spend time with my parents and Xiaoyang this New Year.”

Ms. Chi was obviously relieved: “Fortunately, you have a conscience. … By the way, how much red envelope did Song’s mother give you?”

Chi Song didn’t respond for a while: “You ask this…why?”

Mother Chi said: “Yes, it’s not necessary to ask this…. You will come back with him during the Chinese New Year. Waiting for the New Year’s Eve, and when you are on the first day of the year, the two of you will go to visit his parents.

The strings in Chi Song’s mind were finally aligned, and he was so happy that he wanted to perform a take-off: “…Okay!”

Mother Chi chuckles: “I’m so happy? Why didn’t you have this tone when you answered my phone?”

Chi Song hurriedly defended: “No, no, my mother I love you the most. I have bought all the train tickets and I will be home tonight.”

Mother Chi complained with satisfaction: “…less good words are sweet to me.”

Hanging up the phone, Father Chi put down the newspaper and hurriedly asked: “Xiao Song is coming back this year for the New Year?”

Mother Chi intentionally stretched a face: “Yeah, bring Song Zhihuai back.”

As soon as Chi Song was about to go home, Father Chi was happy: “Look at you, you always scare your children, and Xiao Song dare not go home for more than half a year.”

Mother Chi snorted: “blame me?”

In the children’s room, there were babbling babbling, and Mother Chi immediately went to hug her grandson out, coaxing.

Father Chi asked: “Did Xiao Song tell you? How many red envelopes did the Song family see him for the first time?”

Mother Chi did not look up and said, “Why don’t they. Let’s do our own thing well. I plan to give Song Zhihuai a ten thousand one, and put together a good intention of “choose one in ten thousand miles”.”

After talking, Ms. Chi was quite reluctant to say, “…it is cheap for him.”

At the other end, Chi Song was so excited that he didn’t eat any more, and he went around the room, repeating the words of his mother on the phone with Song Zhihuai.

Chi Song’s mobile phone didn’t work well. Song Zhihuai had already heard the conversation between the mother and son clearly, but he still listened to Chi Song patiently.

After listening, Song Zhihuai pressed Chi Song, who was turning around, and smoothed his hair on his lap: “Your parents finally figured it out.”

Chi Song turned around and looked at Song Zhihuai very seriously, saying: “Not only is it figured out, my family will like you.” He added, “…as long as you know you, everyone will like you.”

Song Zhihuai laughed.

Probably only Chi Song in the world would be so certain that “everyone will like Song Zhihuai”.

No one will be in RMB, but as soon as he thinks of a small celebrity, he will be silly to think that his lover will please the world, and Song Zhihuai feels that his heart is about to melt away.

He took off the gold wire glasses and kissed Chi Song’s neck gently from the back: “…Chi Song, let’s go home.”

When Song Zhihuai came to Chi Song’s hometown for the third time, he was finally able to walk into the Chi family with his son-in-law as he carried large bags.

Chi Song pulled the sleeve of Song Zhihuai’s suit and said excitedly and shyly: “Mom and Dad, let me introduce you formally, this is Song Zhihuai.”

Song Zhihuai bought tea and American ginseng for his father, as well as a set of gold jewelry for his mother according to his observations at Chi Song’s home last time. He also selected a health monitoring smart bracelet for middle-aged and elderly people.

Of course, he also brought toys to his little nephew.

In the final analysis, Mother Chi was still distressed by her son. She didn’t choose Song Zhihuai. Even before the New Year’s Eve dinner, she specifically asked Song Zhihuai what food she likes to eat the most.

Song Yingjun and Li Dazhong also followed them home.

When there are many people, Song Shuai is not afraid. He only feels comfortable licking his claws between Chi Song’s legs. Li Dazhong habitually finds the bedside, overlooking the twinkling lights in his thousands of miles.

In front of the dinner table, the family clinked their glasses with joy, and on the TV behind them, the opening song of the Spring Festival Gala rang loudly.

Chi Song was filled with happiness.

This is the first time after Chi Song and Song Zhihuai were together. Chi Song’s eyes always followed Song Zhihuai greedily, and he secretly hooked his finger under the table. He could not see enough to see him.

Chi Yang could see that Chi Song Chi Guoguo’s loving eyes, coughed several times, to remind his brother not to be so explicit.

Mom Dad and Mom Chi are no longer able to stay up late, and went to bed early.

Meimei had to coax the child and fell asleep.

At the moment when the twelve o’clock sounded, there were only three Chi Yang, Chi Song, and Song Zhihuai in the living room.

Chi Yang opened his arms habitually and planned to hug his brother: “Brother, New Year…”

While he was talking, Song Zhihuai and Chi Song had already kissed each other.

Chi Song whispered: “To Huai, Happy New Year.”

Song Zhihuai also smiled and replied: “Happy New Year.”

Chi Yang stood alone, feeling that he was abandoned by the whole world.

However, the warm and sweet atmosphere did not last for two minutes.

Chi Yang, who was ill-treated, took out his mobile phone and planned to return to the New Year’s message sent by colleagues and old classmates.

He just tweeted Weibo, so when the phone is unlocked, the Weibo interface that pops up is the hot search leaderboard.

Chi Yang only glanced at it, and he saw a big “burst” hanging on the top of the ranking.

Looking at the hot search content again, Chi Yang did not care about any etiquette and rudeness, and hurriedly stuffed his mobile phone in front of Chi Song’s eyes: “…brother, look!”

Chi Song looked closely, and there was a buzz in his ears.

——”A well-known entertainer is suspected to come out.”

Chi Songfei quickly opened, and found that the back view of the hand-held photo taken by the paparazzi did not belong to him and Song Zhihuai. Before he could relax, his face became more ugly.

……and many more.

…The protagonist inside, seems to be Harry and… Bai Zhirong?

The author has something to say:

There is no Valentine’s gift written by Song Song to Song Song!

But Song always sent it privately!

He bought an insurance for Song Song!