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Chapter 157 Friends are like siblings

The 33-year-old doctor Xiaowei missed the time to go home for dinner because of his outpatient visits. Chen Xi said on the phone that Jiang Haishu had messed up a meal in the kitchen, and asked him to work hard and not worry about it.Even so, he brought her food when he came back—the lady who paid a high medical fee today and asked him to come and vaccinate her five ragdoll cats lived near Chen Xi's former home.Wei Jia was very familiar with that area, and a sugar shop that Chen Xi often went to was still open, and he bought her favorite ginger milk.

The leftover dishes from tonight were left on the dining table, and Wei Jia was a little curious about what she ate. There were scrambled eggs with tomatoes and a plate of fried lotus root pancakes.The existence of lotus root cakes made Wei Jia frowned. He was about to find Chen Xi when he heard the sound of glass breaking. Look for water containers in the house.

Wei Jia gave Jiang Haishu a soup bowl, and Yu was lucky enough to save his life.Jiang Haishu said with red eyes: "I went to throw out the trash in the evening, and bought a 'red blister' for Aunt Fen from the aquarium store in the market. She either lay in bed or sat in a daze all day long. Watching fish can make her move her eyes. But she lost her temper... Brother Jia, does Aunt Fen hate fish?"

Jiang Haishu's frustration was so strong that he thought that You Qingfen had already felt his kindness after being with him for the past few days, but he didn't expect that she would turn against her when she said that she would turn against her, and the aquarium landscaping he had worked so hard to choose was completely ruined.

Wei Jia knew in his heart that most of the goldfish in the tank reminded You Qingfen of herself trapped in the mutilated body, that's why she was so angry.

"Be careful not to be scratched by broken glass." He put the packing box on the table nonchalantly, and asked Jiang Haishu, "Do you want mung bean syrup?"

Jiang Haishu nodded, and brought a bowl to You Qingfen again.

"My mother is on the phone in your room."

Wei Jia pushed the door open and walked in, and Chen Xi was standing in front of the window with her cell phone in hand.Judging from her tone, the other party was probably Ms. Song.

Song Mingming went to the United States for anti-cancer treatment five years ago, and survived several periods of strong drug reactions. After his condition stabilized, he lived in Melbourne for a long time. In addition to her relatives and friends, Wu Sicheng would also spend his spare time there. stay with her.I heard from Chen Xi that at the end of last year, Ms. Song’s condition recurred again. Since the operation was not life-threatening, her survival period has exceeded the original expectation. Now she reads books every day, sits and meditates, and still lives very tenaciously. .

I don't know what Ms. Song asked, but Chen Xi repeatedly emphasized that she was very good, and the media was just writing it all up, and laughed at her mother's lagging behind in the "Mo Village" news.She looked back at Wei Jia, and hung up the phone not long after.

"Sober? Go drink a few sips of ginger milk to warm your stomach." Wei Jia said.

Chen Xi snorted softly: "Last night, I agreed to drink with me, but what's the point of getting drunk alone? Do you like to listen to nonsense or do you want to take advantage of me?"

"You swear that you will scatter the ashes on my bed, even if you are a ghost, you will lie on my upper bunk, how dare I take advantage of you?" Wei Jia laughed.The smile lines in the corners of his eyes stretched, and it seemed that the drunken fool made him feel happy.

Chen Xi rolled her eyes back.

"I saw the lotus root cake on the table. You Qingfen taught Jiang Haishu to make it?"

"I know and ask."

"Well, I'll go and tell You Qingfen, and tell her not to provoke trouble in the future."

"I won't take her seriously. It's just another dish. It's no big deal if Jiang Haishu is fried."

When Chen Xi revealed it, Wei Jia naturally didn't know which pot was left unopened.He also wanted to erase that memory, but he thought of throwing the dining table that was crippled when she threw it, and finally repaired it and kept it.He approached her and saw the gray shirt prominently placed on the lower bunk.

"What is this for?" Wei Jia took the shirt in his hand, every wrinkle was ironed out, and it was carefully folded like a freshly unwrapped gift. He almost couldn't recognize that it was the old clothes he had worn for two years .

"Can't you see with your eyes?" Chen Xi sat cross-legged on the edge of the bed.

Wei Jia found out that a loose button on the shirt had been re-pinned, and the traces were very obvious.He asked, "What did you do?"

"Who else but me?"

"Why the red thread?"

Chen Xi said: "This is how to distinguish it from other mediocre buttons! Isn't it nailed perfectly?"

His hand flicked the button twice, it was firm, and the position was barely aligned, although the stitches seemed a bit complicated.

"Didn't you think I would become so virtuous?" She said "quickly praise me" on her face.

However, Wei Jia was not as happy as he imagined. He said "thank you" flatly, and after a while he asked, "Is this a necessary skill for getting married?"

Chen Xi was taken aback, the lotus root cake at noon seemed to be churning in his stomach.

She sat up straight involuntarily, and said lightly, "Jiang Tao doesn't need me to do these things, it's just to increase the interest of life."

Chen Xi seldom brought up Jiang Tao in front of Wei Jia. Even in the past few years after they separated, she called Wei Jia from time to time to scold Wei Jia and vent her unhappiness, but it basically didn't involve her married life.Strangely, Jiang Haishu rarely mentioned his father.

But after all, it was the man she had been married to for more than four years.If Jiang Tao hadn't passed away in a hurry due to sudden illness, they might have lived a lifetime.Wei Jia put the shirt in the closet, turned his back to her and asked, "Is he nice to you?"

"Okay, why not!" Chen Xi replied without hesitation, "At least I haven't regretted marrying him."

"That's right, otherwise you wouldn't have taken care of Jiang Haishu after his death."

"Jiang Haishu is annoying, but he is a good boy."

What Wei Jia didn't know was that even though Chen Xi usually didn't like to talk to Jiang Haishu, she spent more time with Jiang Haishu than Jiang Tao in the past few years after marriage.Jiang Tao is a businessman, a successful businessman.He valued Chen Xi, and he also had his own career map and the life trajectory he was accustomed to in the past forty years.Chen Xi was not some clingy goblin.They blend harmoniously, retaining their corners.

Jiang Tao would go out to play occasionally, people who love beauty never give up the pursuit of beauty, but he has a sense of proportion, he goes home when he should go home, and he can be regarded as a "good man" in their circle.In Jiang Tao's words, he has already collected the most beautiful one.He respected Chen Xi, cared for Chen Xi, and never asked her for anything.He is a house that makes her feel comfortable, and she is like an oil painting in his collection——Jiang Tao hangs his most cherished oil painting in a prominent place in the house, he doesn't care who painted this painting, who once hung it on his heart, She never got dusty either.

Chen Xi became more peaceful and harmonious after marriage, thanks to Jiang Tao.

It is a pity that Jiang Tao caught up with the best and worst years of the film and television industry. "Luna" and several major dramas in which he participated in the investment later gave him a taste of hot money, which made him too optimistic and aggressive, and eventually fell into the abyss of leveraged games and gambling agreements.But when he was struggling, he didn't ask Chen Xi to play a role she didn't like.If it wasn't for the rush of myocardial infarction, he might not be able to tide over the difficulties with his ability.

"Since the husband and wife are deeply in love, you still picked up a good son for nothing. Is it appropriate for you to sit on another man's bed less than a year after his death?" Wei Jia said indifferently.

"What are you talking about?" Chen Xi was amused, "I don't owe him anything when he is alive, and I have to be worthy of myself when he is dead. I still have a good life for most of my life, so I have to look forward."

"This is indeed your style." She is still the Chen Xi who easily gets rid of her past and never gives up looking for new meanings.

The aftermath of joy accumulated last night was dissipated invisible.Wei Jia went to look for cigarettes and found that the only stock had been embezzled by Chen Xi.He closed the drawer heavily, turned around and asked, "When are you going to leave me this time?"

"If you get angry, chase someone away. Aren't you afraid I'll be sad? I just nailed a button for you, and I can bear it with You Qingfen..."

"I don't want you to do this. You're not a kid anymore. I don't have sugar here. Give me a deadline. When will you leave?"

Chen Xi jumped out of bed and went straight to Wei Jia.She got too close, and he had a subconscious evasive movement, but she just leaned over and took out a half pack of cigarettes from a corner of the closet behind him, lit one, took a big puff and handed it to him.

"Jiajia, you asked me for a deadline, do you expect me to leave, or are you afraid that I will leave?" Chen Xi looked very serious with his face covered in smoke.

Wei Jia turned her head to avoid the puff of smoke, and casually threw the cigarette into the pot she was watering the flowers in: "Smoking is not allowed in the room."

Chen Xi smiled, squinted her eyes and said softly, "You are good to me too. We have different expectations for different people."

"Speak as you speak, and stand up straight." Wei Jia also took a breath, and pointed his chin towards the living room, "Eat something, and I will take you to a place later."

He still planned to go out, so he didn't change the clothes he wore outside.Chen Xi stood up straight as she said, and saw that there was a lot of cat hair on his body, and there was a stain on his trousers.She reached out and wiped the stain: "What is this?"

Wei Jia grabbed her hand in time, looked down and said, "Oh, a cat vomited on me."

"Why are you nervous about the cat spit? Where did you go today?" Chen Xi turned his wrist, insisting on rubbing off the residue of the stain to smell it.He smelled of perfume, she noticed it when he came in, the more he was not allowed to touch it, the more it proved to be tricky!

"You're scratching my wound."

Wei Jia didn’t let it go, and neither would he if he didn’t let it go: “I went to a female customer’s house to give a cat an injection...don’t just touch it there. Sigh!”

Chen Xi put her hand under her nose, yes, it smelled of rotten canned cat food.

"Male cat and female cat? They are quite good at picking places to vomit." Chen Xi said leisurely.The location of the stain was probably in the middle of Wei Jia's inner thigh, and he was wearing jeans again. In fact, the moment Chen Xi stretched out his hand was purely out of curiosity about the stain, and there was no misinterpretation.It was his reaction that brought her back to life.They are too familiar with each other's bodies. Although they haven't seen each other for a long time, the sense of boundaries in physical contact is almost non-existent, and many behaviors are done without thinking.

Wei Jia was not much better than her.When he saw a strand of hair on her low-cut suspenders, he would naturally twirl it away; she asked him to pass things in the bathroom, and he often opened the door and walked in, only when he felt inappropriate.Last night, she didn't close the door when she took a shower and went to the toilet. Didn't he say anything when he stood outside the door?
Chen Xi sneered and said: "It's not a brat, you'll catch it at one point. Look at how you've become!" After speaking, he stared at it meaningfully.

Wei Jia ignored her and found a pair of pants to change into.Jiang Haishu was taking a shower in the bathroom outside, and the other person in the room obviously had no intention of evading.He hesitated for a while, and Chen Xi laughed out loud: "It's almost done! You really think you are a pure boy when you say you are a brat! Which piece of meat on you is unfamiliar to me?"

The words are rough and reasonable, she is only allowed to walk around the room in cool clothes at night, and he is not allowed to change pants in his own room?Wei Jia turned around and unbuttoned the belt, took it off halfway, and couldn't bear it anymore and said, "You don't need to look at it even if you don't get out of the way!"

Chen Xi didn't take it seriously: "Tch! How do you know I'm staring at you? Are there eyes on the ass?"

This time she didn't do anything wrong, Wei Jia successfully lifted up the newly changed pants.Chen Xi pulled out the hem of his jacket that was accidentally tucked in his back for him, took the opportunity to wipe his hands with his clothes, and praised: "You have done a good job of waist and abdomen! You used to be a little thinner, so you look better this way."

Wei Jia turned his head and slapped her hand off: "Don't fucking flirt!"

Chen Xi clasped her hands and said, "Jiajia, you are much more irritable than before. This shows that you are out of balance with yin and yang, and your anger is too strong. Friends are like siblings, and your hardworking hands cannot solve problems. My siblings can help you!"

(End of this chapter)