Life With You

George Sheng finally raised his head. Song Xi saw his red-blooded eyes, his always clean and handsome face, and the stubble with blue beards on his chin... It was not ugly, but it was suddenly distressing.

He looked at her, raised his chin slightly, "Sit down."

Behind Song Xi was George Sheng's bed. He had known him for so long, and he had never been so "polite". Song Xi had mixed feelings in his heart, but he turned around and walked a few steps, sitting on the side of the bed, waiting for him to speak.

If you leave, you can still be friends. No matter how bad they are, they are still partners. If he needs her help, she will still...

Just as he was thinking, George Sheng on the opposite sofa opened his thin lips and asked aloud: "My dad's funeral, do you want to attend?"

When Song Xi heard this, she was taken aback. The key point was that she thought about it, but she couldn't think that George Sheng would say something like this...what does this mean?

George Sheng saw the question in her eyes, put the last remaining cigarette butts out in the ashtray, and proactively said: "The news of my father's death is currently only known to a very few people. He didn't like reporters to take photos when he was alive. Go, so I will not let any media report on his funeral."

"He believed in Buddhism in recent years. Those masters told me to park his body at home for seven days, saying that he would be nice to him, and there were people he wanted to see but didn't see before, and he has seen everything he should see these days. The day after tomorrow’s funeral, I’ll ask you what you mean. After all, he recognized you as a daughter-in-law before he left. If you want to go, I will arrange it. If you don’t want to go, I have no objection."

Song Xi was silent for less than two seconds, and soon replied: "I'll go, although I don't know if there is spirit in the sky in this world, but as you said, your dad recognized me before he left. Daughter-in-law, I am obligated to give him the last ride. If he knew, he would be happy too."

George Sheng didn't mention the divorce. Song Xi couldn't deny that she was not only relieved, but could almost be described as happy.

It turned out that she was thinking too much. He had never thought about going along with the water and giving up all the previous accounts.

When her voice fell, George Sheng's face was the same, but he said without changing his expression: "I will tell you the pros and cons first, and then you will make a decision. My dad's funeral, Qiao's family and relatives from my mom will be there. There are many relatives in our family, especially on my dad’s side. The relationship is intricate and complicated. Don’t use the kinship relationship between ordinary people to treat our family’s relatives. Between me and a lot of people, except for a fraction of the blood. Besides, there are no extra feelings. To be more blunt, let them know your existence will only increase more pressure on you, and it does not rule out whether they will deliberately approach you in the future. This is one of them. "

"Second, Gu Dongxu's mother is my father's daughter. I should inform this eldest sister of my father's funeral. Have you thought about how to explain to Gu Dongxu."

"In addition to family members, I will also invite some of the outsiders who have important relationships with my dad and Qiao’s family, but you don’t need to meet them then, so don’t worry about outsiders knowing our relationship; the other is me. The first thing I said, my dad doesn’t like reporters, so I will be strictly guarded at the funeral. No reporters will come in, let alone be known by outsiders. That’s the pros and cons. You choose yourself, I don’t ask you. must go."

But if you go, I will thank you.

In the second half of the sentence, George Sheng did not say anything.

It is rare for him to have the patience to speak so much to people face-to-face, and he really weighs the pros and cons.

Song Xi didn't hesitate to hear it, and immediately replied: "It's okay, I'll go, Dongxu's side, if you plan to let him know, I have nothing to hide on my side."

After that, she added: "He doesn't have any opinion on you, and at most he blames me for keeping it from him for so long."

George Sheng glanced at her with bloodshot eyes, and said, "It's all this time, don't you forget to speak for him?"

What does Gu Dongxu think of him, does he not know? Fortunately, Song Xi kept his eyes open and talked nonsense every time.

Song Xi replied: "Your uncle and nephew have too little contact. There may be some misunderstandings in the middle. When I have time, I will ask you to come out for a meal. He still owes you the favor. Although he owes it for me, he does not I'm sorry not to return it."

George Sheng seems to be exhausted recently. He has lost a lot of hostility and coldness. At most, his attitude is as arrogant as before. He said indifferently: "What is the use of my favor? What can he do, it is me Can't do it?"

Song Xi simply wanted to make George Sheng happy, so he joked: "He can be good friends with me, can you?"

Hearing this, George Sheng raised his eyelids and looked at Song Xi straightforwardly.

Song Xi pursed her lips, kept her eyes away, wishing to be so embarrassed that she sat on the bed and dangled her legs.

A few seconds later, George Sheng's lukewarm voice came, "If I didn't treat you as a friend, do you think I was idle asking you so much?"

Song Xi looked up. This time he changed his eyes to George Sheng. He picked up the cigarette case and touched the cigarette. From Song Xi's perspective, he couldn't see that the box was empty. He only subconsciously said, "Don't smoke."

George Sheng threw the empty cigarette case on the coffee table casually, his expression gloomy and unclear, only a slight anxiety in his eyes.

Song Xi said: "I controlled it well a while ago. I didn't smoke so much in the room. If you really can't help it, just eat a lollipop and just keep your mouth idle."

George Sheng didn't look at her or answer the conversation.

Song Xi got up and walked to the coffee table, bent down and pulled a stick from the lollipop tower, peeled off the candy paper and handed it to him.

At first, George Sheng didn't want to pick it up, but I don't know which of the tendons didn't make it right. He actually wanted not to brush her face, so he raised his hand to pick it up, even if his face wasn't very attractive.

Song Xi turned to forget the window and walked while walking, saying: "You haven't come back recently. I guess you must be very busy and I'm not ashamed to interrupt you. I'm afraid that you have already finished the funeral secretly, and you didn't even tell you face to face. "

The window opened and fresh air poured in. Song Xi didn't wait to turn his head. George Sheng's voice came from behind: "If you are too polite, don't tell me."

It seemed that after saying this, he would no longer feel uncomfortable.

Song Xi turned around, and she guessed what George Sheng was thinking, so she said: "Sometimes polite remarks are just because you don't know how to comfort you. I know you are not good at it, so I just say it casually."

A few meters away, George Sheng raised his head and looked at her. He didn't need to look at it to know, his expressions were not good.

Song Xi ate the courage of the bear-hearted leopard and looked back at him without fear. Before he fought back, he said: "Actually, you should feel lucky. You are almost twenty-seven this year. Your dad is accompanying him. You are almost twenty-seven years old, and he is old enough to have a son, he must be very fond of you, he is old, this is the end of his life, how many people have a relationship with their parents that hasn’t been as long as you? You still have a mother Look at me, I’ve been **** with my dad as a kid. I’ve been **** now, the more I’m going back, I’m almost becoming an “orphan”.