It means that you are an unknown creature, tell me not to touch it. "
Song Min Xin said, your sister is right.
Wei Shijin put the phone back in his pocket, "Listening to that sentence, do you think she's worried about my brother?"
Song Min asked back, "No?"
Wei Shijin smiled charmingly, "Of course not, she knows my son-in-law, the more she stops me, the more I insist."
He shrugged, "So my sister waited and watched me screw it up, it's better to go home crying and find mom."
"… "
Song Min said, "I believe you are siblings."
When someone came over, Wei Shijin turned his head to say hello in a graceful manner, his peripheral vision was on the man, and he kept an eye on the other's whereabouts.
Song Ming didn't leave, and he didn't do anything else, just to watch the paintings.
When it was almost time to eat, Wei Shijin took Song Min to the West Garden, where the buildings are quaint, surrounded by mountains and rivers, and the scenery is beautiful. It is suitable for vacation with family, friends, colleagues, and lovers.
Wei Shijin and the owner of the West Garden were old acquaintances. He greeted him in advance and took Song Min directly to the private room on the second floor.
Song Min looked into the distance on the promenade on the second floor. The sky was clear and the mountains and waters were beautiful. He closed his eyes and took a breath of air, which was very fresh.
Wei Shijin saw the man's relaxation. He put his hands in his pockets and squinted into the distance, "I can't tell you in the morning."
Song Min didn't show the slightest slap in the face.
Wei Shijin raised his lips, "People's life is fast-paced nowadays. You can relieve stress by coming to such a place. As for you, uncle, there is no pressure to solve. It's space, and you have to stuff things inside."
Song Min retracted his gaze from a distance, "What?"
"See what uncle wants."
Wei Shijin smiled mildly at the man, "As far as I'm concerned, all the stuff I stuffed is what the uncle wanted."
Song Min's profile tensed, "Be smart."
Wei Shijin rubbed the man's earlobe and withdrew his hand before he could resist, "Uncle, I like you more and more."
Song Min was immune to those few words.
To be precise, he doesn't believe that all the promises, oaths, and sweet words are not firm, and they are strong one second, and collapsed the next.
If there is one thing that can convince Song Min, it may only be time.
All monsters, ghosts and monsters can show their true form under the mirror of time, and time can also corrode those substances floating on the surface.
Song Min and Wei Shijin entered the private room, taking in all the surrounding scenery along the way, "This place is good."
"Well, can I bring you here?"
Wei Shijin took a teapot and poured tea, "There is a peach forest in the south, the flowers are in full bloom, let's go for a walk after dinner."
Song Min said, "Don't go."
Wei Shijin took off his glasses and put them aside, "Uncle, what is your living habit? Take a walk after meals to digest your food, and look at flowers and plants that are good for your physical and mental health."
Song Min lowered his eyelids, and put his fingers on his stomach. He didn't speak or express, like a statue, a work of art.
Wei Shijin's upper body leaned forward, his arms propped up on the table to look at the man, his eyes fell on the wound on his face, bitten yesterday, leaving a small mark, it will take two or three days to disappear.
"Uncle, you still owe me a glass of wine, should I pay it back today?"
Song Min leaned back in the chair, "Why are you holding on to this matter?"
Wei Shijin said ambiguous and romantic, "Because this is my first appointment with my uncle."
Tall in stature, handsome in face, eyes like peach blossoms but not a smile, with affection in his eyes, young and promising, with an amazing wealth, a prominent family background, and a son of an official family. These words are concentrated on one person, the so-called Heaven's Pride.
If someone else sits here in place of Song Min, I can't help myself.
The waiter brought in the dishes, one plate after another, which was quickly filled, and a jug of wine.
Wei Shijin pointed to the blue and white porcelain plate in the middle, "Steamed sea bass, the signature dish of the West Garden, this plate was made by my friend himself, how about it?"
Song Min took a chopstick and put a shrimp in his mouth, inarticulate, "I don't eat fish."
Wei Shijin asked with a fresh look, "Don't eat fish? Allergies?"
Song Min said, "I'm afraid of fishbone."
During the Wei and Jin Dynasties, "..." The perch had few thorns.
To be on the safe side, he took a piece of meat from the belly of the fish and handed it to the man's mouth, "This one has no thorns."
Song Min put a chopstick and a piece of fungus meat into the small bowl, "You can eat it yourself."
Wei Shijin kept the feeding action unchanged, "If you don't eat this dish in the West Garden, it means you didn't come. You have a taste."
Song Min was impatient, "I said, you yourself..."
Wei Shijin withdrew from the man's mouth, tiǎn with no end in sight.