Chapter 82 Lin Xu looks a bit like his mother
Lin Xu was in a happy mood after eating barbecue and swayed his calves happily.
"Do you like eating skewers so much?" Ji Zeqiu looked at the skewers on the table and murmured in a low voice.
In a daze, he realized that the last time he had barbecue was twenty years ago.
I remember that his mother loved barbecue.
Sometimes she and her father would go out to eat secretly at night. When he came back, he would catch her and smell the smell of barbecue on her body.
The next time I go to eat, I will bring him one or two skewers back, and then watch him sweating profusely from the heat, and keep having fun beside me.
There is no awareness that a mother should care about her son.
Suddenly, the memory was forcibly interrupted.
Ji Zeqiu pinched the bridge of his nose irritably. He had been thinking about his mother inexplicably recently.
He obviously shouldn't have thought of it.
He shook his head and all these memories were cleared from his mind.
Suddenly, a skewer was handed to him.
“This is for you to eat.”
Ji Zeqiu didn’t react and took a bite.
The next second, his throat seemed to be burning with a hot fire, which made his throat sore and sweat dripping from his forehead.
Qingling’s cheerful laughter rang in his ears.
At this moment, he seemed to be pulled back to the memories he desperately wanted to forget, and his chest hurt as if something had torn it apart.
“You’ve grown up, but you still can’t eat spicy food like you were a kid.” Lin Xu smiled and handed him a glass of water.
Ji Zeqiu was stunned, "What did you just say?"
Lin Xu didn't hear what he said and knocked his head in annoyance, "Ah, by the way, milk relieves the spiciness. I'll pour you a glass."
Ji Zeqiu stared at her back blankly.
How does she know she can't eat spicy food?
Did Ji Tingyang tell her?
But...will Ji Tingyang tell her this?
The more he pays attention, the more he will discover things he usually doesn't notice.
When she was in a good mood, Ji Zeqiu discovered that she liked to hum little tunes without lyrics.
It was somewhat similar to the sleep song his mother sang to him in his vague memory.
"What song are you humming? I don't think I've heard it before?" Ji Zeqiu asked casually.
"It's not a song, I just hummed it casually." Lin Xu responded while watching the TV series.
"Oh..."
Ji Zeqiu looked up at the TV series she was watching, which was an idol drama he used to star in.
Did your mother like to watch idol dramas before?
He tried to recall, but found that these things had long been forgotten by him.
Ji Zeqiu tried hard to forget things about his mother before, but now he desperately wants to remember them.
However, so much time has passed and many of them have long been erased from his memory.
It’s not something he can remember even if he tries hard.
Ji Zeqiu returned to the bedroom and rummaged through the bookcases and drawers, trying to find something about his mother, but found nothing.
It was only later that he remembered that because he was afraid that he would think of his mother again, he had left all the photos and things related to his mother in the villa, and he had not taken away any of them.
Just when he was hesitating whether to go back to the villa, his cell phone suddenly received a call from Ji Tingyang.
The first thing he said was, "Isn't Lin Xu at home? I didn't answer her calls."
"..." Ji Zeqiu resisted the urge to hang up the phone, rolled his eyes at the air, and said angrily, "Maybe I didn't check my phone while shopping, and besides! I'm not hers. Nanny, don't ask me anything."
"Then let her go back to the villa and I won't ask you."
"Don't think about it!" "Hang up." To get useful information, hang up the phone if everything is boring.
"Wait a minute!" Ji Zeqiu shouted quickly.
"Huh?"
"You, you..." Ji Zeqiu hesitated, and before Ji Tingyang's patience was about to run out, he finally expressed the question in his heart, "Do you feel that Lin Xu and Mother is a bit like it?”
“No!” Ji Tingyang answered decisively.
"Then why do you care about her so much? It shouldn't be because you really like her." Ji Zeqiu asked.
"Yes, that's right, I like her." Ji Tingyang affirmed.
Ji Zeqiu didn't believe him, "Are all the things my mother owned back then still there? I want to go back and have a look."
"After so many years, even if they are still there, they have all turned yellow and become rotten. "Okay." Ji Tingyang comforted him in a rare way, "It has been so long and there is no point in thinking about it anymore. You should let it go as soon as possible."
Ji Zeqiu held the phone tightly, his fingertips turning white. Endless waves surged in his heart, seeming to break the calmness he had pretended for so many years.
He had obviously forgotten about his mother, but since Lin Xu appeared, he always recalled the past inexplicably.
Is it because he has never let go of this matter, so no matter what he looks at, he always feels the shadow of his mother?
"Don't think too much." After Ji Tingyang finished speaking, he hung up the phone.
Ji Zeqiu took a deep breath, but still felt tight and depressed in his chest, and felt confused.
Perhaps because he was distracted by this incident, Ji Zeqiu was absent-minded during this period, and even the scenes that were usually one-shot were cut several times.
The director looked angry and wanted to scold but didn't dare.
The agent hurried over to appease the director, apologized repeatedly, and then took Ji Zeqiu aside to educate him.
"What's going on with you recently? You've been in a bad state. Is it because of Wen Li's incident again?" the agent asked.
Every time he was in bad shape before, it was because of Wenli.
So the agents are used to it.
“It’s not her.” Ji Zeqiu said in a dull voice.
"Shen Qingtang?"
"No."
"That's Lin Xu." The agent almost guessed everyone around him.
"Absolutely." Ji Zeqiu became upset when he thought about this. He subconsciously reached into his pocket and wanted to take a puff of cigarette.
Finding that his pockets were empty, he remembered that he was wearing a costume.
"Tell me, what's going on?" The agent offered him a cigarette.
Ji Zeqiu took a puff of cigarette and said slowly: "I think Lin Xu is a bit like my mother in some places."
"Well, what next?" The agent knew that his mother Died long ago.
Ji Zeqiu suddenly fell silent again, struggling not to know what to say.
Then he thought they were the same person?
His mother had obviously passed away a long time ago, and even if she was still alive, she shouldn't look so young.
Even Ji Tingyang said that he was just thinking too much, and his agent would definitely think that he had a mental problem.
Maybe he really thinks too much.
Ji Zeqiu exhaled a puff of white smoke, as if his thoughts were wandering, "It's nothing, I just missed her suddenly."
The agent knew that Ji Zeqiu said "she ” referring to his mother.
"I want to go to Nanshan Cemetery." Ji Zeqiu said.
Because he was afraid that seeing those two tombstones would make him uncomfortable again, he did not visit his parents again for a long time.