moonlight lure

The atmosphere in the conference room was solemn. Leaders from all walks of life were looking at the screen with serious faces. Ji Yanchen was standing next to the projection and reporting on his work. A new WeChat message suddenly popped up in the upper right corner of the screen: [Husband, I miss you! ]

The room was deathly silent.

Ji Yanchen opened his lips and was speechless for a few seconds. The other party then sent another message: "Can you buy me a family bucket when you go home?" Love you, meh! ]

Ji Yanchen: "..."

Zhao Yanchu! ! !

Ji Yanchen walked in, took off his coat, and handed the bag in his hand to Song Shiwei.

She took it and frowned slightly: "Why did you buy this for them?"

"I bought it for you."

"I?"

Song Shiwei opened the lid of the family bucket in confusion, took a look and smiled.

She closed the lid and urged: "Go wash your hands and have dinner."

All right. "

The two children looked at it with bright eyes. Seeing that she had no intention of bringing it to the table, they reminded her loudly: "Mom, why don't you eat this today?"

Song Shiwei didn't know what happened in the afternoon, so she casually put the bag on the bar table: "Yeah."

Song Chuchen scratched his head and head anxiously: "This won't taste good tomorrow, it won't be crispy anymore!"

Song Shiwei glanced at him, and Ji Li calmly and softly supported: "Mom, you won't be able to eat all this by yourself tomorrow, it will be wasted."

"It doesn't matter. I'll take it to work tomorrow to eat with my colleague and aunt."

Song Shiwei held back her laughter, rubbed her two furry little heads, and ordered them, "Stop worrying about it and go wash your hands."

The two of them stepped onto the small bench in front of the sink with depressed faces.

Ji Yanchen changed his clothes and came out. While the two children were still in the bathroom, he walked behind the person in the kitchen, hugged her and lowered his head to kiss her on the lips: "Do you miss me, wife?"

"It hasn't been six hours since we separated at noon, Captain Ji." Song Shiwei looked back at him with helpless lips, "Did the afternoon report go well?"

Ji Yanchen nodded and said in a solemn tone: "It went extremely smoothly and caused a sensation in the whole audience."

She asked curiously: "How sensational is it?"

He made a pun: "You'll find out next time you go to our unit."

Song Shiwei chuckled lightly and didn't take it seriously. She turned off the fire and motioned to him: "Get the utensils."

Her cooking skills have improved in the past few years, but not much. The dinner was very simple, curry rice with boiled vegetables. The two children were thinking about her fried chicken.

Song Shiwei saw it funny, turned around and lowered her voice to complain to the people next to her: "Why did you have to buy a bucket to hook them two?"

"They brought it upon themselves." Ji Yanchen said with a calm expression, without any sense of guilt, "How about the afternoon class?"

Song Shiwei shook her head and sighed while holding her chopsticks. She suppressed her voice and said worriedly: "Their musical ability may have been inherited from me. Playing the violin is like sawing wood. I can't stand it. I went out and waited for them downstairs."

Ji Yanchen chuckled and put a big palm on her back to comfort her: "Where's the other door?"

She had a resentful look on her face: "The other thing is that you inherited it. You can't learn the kicking skills taught by the teacher. However, you can perform very well when you are free to move around. You can ride and beat a little boy who is taller than him."

"As expected of my son."

Ji Yanchen nodded happily, and in the face of his wife's dissatisfied gaze, he suddenly put on a stern expression and said, "Song Chuchen is so shameless, there is no unity and friendship at all."

At the other end of the long table, Song Chuchen raised his little face in confusion, with yellow and sticky rice grains hanging on his lips, a little confused by the sudden reprimand. Song Shiwei glanced at Yan's father beside her and said softly, "I'm eating."

Realizing that he had once again become a part of his parents' play, Song Chuchen rolled his dark eyes and quickly thought: "Dad, can you accompany me to the violin class next week?"

Without waiting for Ji Yanchen to answer, he added: "The piano teacher is very beautiful."

Ji Yanchen glanced over coldly: "What does her beauty have to do with me?"

Song Chuchen blinked innocently: "Didn't you say that my kindergarten teacher was pretty before and even left her a phone number?"

Song Shiwei looked sideways after hearing this. Ji Yanchen was so slandered that he was confused: "When did I..."

He suddenly paused and remembered something like this. One day when he went to pick them up, he exchanged a few words with the teacher. The other person said that the kindergarten wanted to invite a policeman to give a safety lecture to the children. After he declined, he declined. I gave the phone number of the Publicity Department to the other party.

He couldn't help holding his forehead and secretly smiling bitterly. This kid would be a talentless man if he didn't work in the media when he grew up.

Seeing his sudden silence, Song Shiwei asked with a half-smile, "Is this really happening?"

Just as Ji Yanchen was about to open his lips to explain, the sound of admonishment came from across the table: "Dad, parents should set a good example of honesty for their children."

Ji Yanchen laughed angrily, is this kid still teaching him how to be a father?

Song Shiwei turned around and took a paper towel to wipe away the curry juice on Ji Li's lips: "Baby, is what brother said true?"

Ji Li shook her head. Her voice was soft and waxy, but her tone was firm as if she wanted to join the party: "Teacher is not as beautiful as my mother."

Song Shiwei was coaxed by her, and even the father of the child was forgiven.

The elder brother took advantage of his parents not paying attention, lowered his head and said angrily: "Ji Li, traitor."

My sister took a bite of vegetables and calmly raised her eyelids: "Don't you want to eat fried chicken?"

After the meal, Ji Yanchen cleaned up the kitchen and the two children played in the game room.

Song Shiwei took the family bucket he bought to the balcony of the master bedroom, opened the lid, took out a small potted plant from it and placed it on a wooden flower stand.

She couldn't remember exactly when their habit started. It was probably not long after they got married. They had an argument and had a cold war all night. When they came back from get off work the next day, neither of them wanted to talk first and remained silent. After dinner, she went to the bathroom to take a bath. When she turned on the light, she saw a bouquet of flowers and a drink on the shelf next to the bathtub.

From then on, the family bought more and more flowers. They bought them when they were unhappy, and they bought them when they were happy, as well as various birthdays, festivals and anniversaries... At first they were bouquets, but later she thought her life span was too short, so he changed them to bouquets. I bought potted flowers, and even spent a weekend making a wooden frame for the entire wall. The first pot of roses climbed higher and higher, and now it is almost reaching the roof of the shed.

The corners of Song Shiwei's lips were slightly raised, and she lowered her eyes to look at the new porcelain white flowerpot that was purchased today. The small lavender flowers were lush and green, and the petals were very dense and broken, making them look fluffy.

She picked up the watering can and sprayed water twice, then sat on the wicker chair and looked out the floor-to-ceiling window.

It was already late autumn, and outside there were thousands of lights in the bleak autumn wind, but the space on the balcony was warm and quiet.

The faint scent of grass lingered in her nose, the warm yellow wall lamp poured down lazily, and her heart was slowly filled with this peaceful tranquility.

Ji Yanchen walked into the bedroom, closed the door and called her: "Honey, where is my tie?"

Song Shiwei turned to point out the location to him and asked casually: "Which of your comrades is getting married?"

He opened the drawer and replied casually: "You saw that last time..."

Halfway through his words, his eyes suddenly stopped on the strange box next to the tie.

Song Shiwei came back to her senses and suddenly remembered something. She stood up in a hurry to stop him, but accidentally tripped over a chair: "Don't... hiss!"

Song Shiwei bent over and covered her leg in pain. Ji Yanchen quickly put down the things in his hands and strode over, squatting down in front of her: "Let me take a look."