But after returning from this trip, half of the fruit in Ji Zhile’s fresh-keeping box was gone. He sat next to Ji Ningyi and used a spoon to count how much was left.
Finally, he whispered to Ji Ningyi: “Brother, Sister Xiaoshi gave me a box of fruit, but Jiang Ranyang didn’t give it to me.”
The first time he gave Mu Xiaoshi was sincere, and he didn’t ask for anything in return, but when he got too much in return, he became greedy.
The second time he gave it to Jiang Ranyang, it had some purpose, but in the end, he got nothing and even took out a lot of fruit.
Stealing a chicken will result in losing a handful of rice1偷了鸡就丢了米, tōu jī bù chéng shí bǎ mǐ: Stealing a chicken will result in losing a handful of rice, a Chinese proverb, which means that the chicken was not stolen but a handful of rice was lost. It is a metaphor that one wanted to take advantage but suffered a loss instead.…
Ji Ningyi already knew Ji Zhile very well. He knew his strange thoughts, so he understood what he said unclearly.
“Zhile, you give things to others of your own free will. You don’t do things for the sake of reward.”
Ji Zhile whispered: “I know.”
He raised his head and looked at Xia Jiaran carefully. He gave the fruit to his other two good friends, so naturally, he should give it to Xia Jiaran, but now Xu Weiqing was sitting next to Xia Jiaran. Ji Zhile didn’t want to go there and even looked away from Xu Weiqing.
But his eyes happened to meet Xia Jiaran.
Xia Jiaran saw Ji Zhile’s behavior just now. He was the one who was left behind. Xia Jiaran felt sad and a little uncomfortable, but he understood Ji Zhile. Ji Zhile didn’t like his mother.
When their eyes met, Ji Zhile blinked at him, quietly pointed to the side with his hand, and then quickly retracted it.
Xia Jiaran seemed to understand something.
“Jiajia, what are you talking to Ji Zhile?” Xu Weiqing finally caught a glimpse of the two children’s movements and asked Xia Jiaran.
Xia Jiaran subconsciously concealed it: “No.”
Xu Weiqing lowered her head and whispered: “Don’t get too close to Ji Zhile. He is not a good boy.”
Xia Jiaran frowned, but he still answered obediently: “I see, Mom.”
But, he didn’t listen to Xu Weiqing and still became friends with Ji Zhile. He felt that what his mother said was wrong. Ji Zhile is a good boy.
After Xia Jiaran saw Ji Zhile running out in the direction that he pointed at just now, Xia Jiaran’s heart moved accordingly. After struggling for a few seconds, he said to Xu Weiqing, “Mom, I want to go to the bathroom.”
Xu Weiqing nodded: “Go.”
As soon as Xia Jiaran walked out, he saw Ji Zhile waiting aside. Ji Zhile was still holding the fresh-keeping box in his hand. When he saw him coming, he opened it and gave him a disposable fork: “Xia Jiaran, try the fruit we made. It tastes super good!”
Ji Zhile is a fair child and treats his friends fairly. If one friend has it, other friends must have it too. So, he quietly gestured to Xia Jiaran.
Ji Zhile learned this gesture from Jiang Ranyang. He thought that it was really useful. When he goes to school, he can play with Xiao Yuan without being discovered by the teacher.
Xia Jiaran smiled: “Thank you.”
He actually didn’t like eating fruit very much, but he would like it if his friends gave it to him.
Ji Zhile said: “Xia Jiaran, I don’t like your mother, but I will be friends with you.”
“Is your nickname Jiajia? My nickname is Zhile, and we can call each other by our nicknames from now on.” Ji Zhile’s words sounded a bit precocious. He learned it from the cartoon, and he used it exactly as it was.
As for why he didn’t ask Jiang Ranyang’s nickname, it was because Ji Zhile found that Jiang Ranyang didn’t seem to have one. Aunt Ran often called him by his first name and surname.
Xia Jiaran shook his head and lowered his voice slightly: “No, my parents call me Ranran.”
“Will the nickname also change?” Ji Zhile didn’t know very well. His nickname had not changed.
Xia Jiaran said in a low voice: “Because Aunt Ran’s surname is Ran, and she will also repeat it.”
Xia Jiaran didn’t dwell on this matter for too long: “Let’s go back. We’re going to eat soon.”
He just had some things that he kept in his heart, but he could not talk to anyone. He and Ji Zhile were the only two children here, so he spoke it out.
“Okay.” Ji Zhile closed the lid of the fresh-keeping box. He still didn’t quite understand what Xia Jiaran meant, but now that it was time to eat, Ji Zhile didn’t think about it.
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