DAVM Chapter 63.3

Ji Jiangzhou was silent and thought to himself, why didn’t he think of this when he gave his mother an Otto egg today but didn’t even give him a chocolate ball?

Ji Jiangzhou could not do anything about his younger son’s double-standard behavior. Finally, under Ji Zhile’s guidance, he bought a desk lamp because this way he could turn on the light when he got up at night without being afraid.

The most important thing is that when you buy a desk lamp, you will get a pen holder. Ji Zhile thinks the pen holder is very beautiful and can be given to him to hold his newly bought paintbrushes.

It costs three hundred and five to buy a table lamp, and three hundred and sixty to buy a skirt. Ji Zhile could not figure out how much money was left, so he asked Ji Jiangzhou, and finally, got the answer of one thousand four hundred and ninety.

Ji Zhile recited it silently twice and was about to leave, but he turned his head and thought that his father’s desk lamp was cheaper than his mother’s skirt. Would Dad be sad?

He looked at Ji Jiangzhou sitting on the bed, looking lonely.

Ji Zhile turned around, hugged Ji Jiangzhou, and said, “Dad, I love you very much.”

Ji Jiangzhou was thinking about things at home when he was caught off guard and hugged.

The small ball opened its arms and hugged his waist. It was warm and soft, and Ji Jiangzhou’s heart softened. Just as he was about to reach out and touch Ji Zhile’s hair, Ji Zhile had already let go of his hand and climbed out of bed neatly.

“I’m going back to my room, Dad.” After saying that, Ji Zhile left.

He kept muttering 1490, 1490 in a low voice. He had to go back and remember it quickly, otherwise, he would forget it later.

Ji Jiangzhou lowered his hand that was hanging in the air, and the corners of his lips curved slightly. He felt that Ji Zhile’s love was very short-lived.

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Although Ji Jiangzhou was back, the twenty meals that Ji Zhile compensated Pei Jing hadn’t been eaten yet. When they were taken home together, Ji Zhile would remind Pei Jing emphatically that he must remember to come to their house for dinner.

Pei Jing feels that Ji Zhile’s father is also a very good person. He is no different in their family than before.

But Pei Jing still thinks of what happened in the shopping mall that day, and of the uncle and the uncle’s daughter who looked similar to him. Pei Jing doesn’t know what the use of hair is now.

His mother has not come back for many days. Pei Jing lives alone in a spacious house. He thinks this is good, but as time goes by, it always feels like a huge stone is hanging in his heart. He knew that his mother would come back, but he did not know when. The longer the time passed, the tighter the rope became.

Until school was over on Thursday, Pei Jing had dinner with Ningyi’s family as usual. When he arrived at the door of his house, the door was closed as usual, but the grass next to the door showed signs of being stepped on.

Pei Jing felt a little nervous. Remembering that the last time his mother came home, he was kicked out because he came home late.

He stood at the door for a long time, and finally, plucked up the courage to open the door, like opening a box that sealed the sound. As the door opened, the sound of quarreling, the familiar and sharp voice of a woman, the roar of a man, and the sound of breaking things mixed together and hit him.

During the time Pei Jing and his mother moved here, he had never heard a man’s voice. This spacious villa was mostly quiet.

Pei Jing thought of something and ran upstairs without hesitation. He was good at sports and ran very fast. He did not see clearly what happened until he reached the second floor.

His mother was quarreling with a man. The man was taller than his mother and wore glasses but had strong muscles in his arms. The man shook his mother away and wanted to leave, but his mother caught up and grabbed the man’s hand. Her voice was hoarse as she tried to persuade him to stay: “Don’t leave. What will I do if you leave?”

The man was extremely impatient, turned around, and raised his other hand high.

Pei Jing was familiar with this posture. He rushed toward the man without thinking about anything: “Don’t hit my mother!”

 

 

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