Song Jingyao looked at the styles of clothes in the closet. There were not too many styles of boys' clothes, but there were quite a lot of colors, including sunny blue and yellow, pink, and some black and white.
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He usually likes to wear black and white clothes, so he chose a set of white shirts that he liked, underneath a pair of black multi-pocket pants, with a pair of long legs covered under a white T-shirt, which gave him a bit of hip-hop cool style.
When Jian Qiqi saw her son wearing this outfit, she couldn't help but exclaimed, "That's so cool! You should learn hip-hop dancing."
Song Jingyao smiled a little sheepishly, "I don't really want to do street dancing. I prefer martial arts."
He has no interest in musical expertise.
"That's good. As long as you like it, mom and dad will help you work hard." Jian Qiqi looked at her son who was so much taller than her, her eyes twinkling, "Come on, mom has prepared a lot for you.
A pair of basketball shoes, casual shoes, sneakers... Which pair do you like?" .??.
She really wanted to make up for all the regrets of not being with her son in the past two years.
She dragged her son to the shoe cabinet at the entrance. The shoe cabinet was a tall one that went from top to ceiling, and there were many shoes in it.
There is a whole row of about a dozen pairs, all of which are brand new and bought according to Song Jingyao's shoe size.
"So many? I can't wear so many." Song Jingyao was a little surprised when he saw so many shoes.
But there is more warmth in my heart.
"Wear whichever pair you like." Jian Qiqi looked at him lovingly, "This pair is red and black?"
"Still blue?"
"Or black and white?"
Song Jingyao took a pair of white sneakers and tried them on, "The white ones feel cleaner!"
"Okay, just listen to Jingyao and wear these white ones." Jian Qiqi respected the child's ideas very much.
There is no forcing the child to wear which pair.
Everything is up to him.
The child is neatly dressed, fresh and fresh, and has just been washed. No matter how he looks, he looks good.
Jian Qiqi showed an old mother's smile, "Why is my son so good-looking?"
In two years' time, when I'm fifteen or sixteen, it'll be great. I'll definitely be more energetic and good-looking.
That little body will definitely be straighter, and the youthful and energetic look is simply so joyful.
My son has just grown up!
Song Jingyao looked at Jian Qiqi, an old mother, and felt even more embarrassed, "Mom, don't be like this... I am your son."
"Haha! Of course I know, you are my son, and my son is so handsome that he has fascinated many young ladies.
"Jian Qiqi said, taking his arm and walking out, "Come on, mommy will take you to the restaurant for breakfast, so everyone can see how handsome my son is!"
As she walked out, she called the two elders of the Song family in another room, "Mom, Dad, let's go, let's go have breakfast! Song Yan, come out quickly!"
When she shouted, everyone came out one after another.
As soon as Song Yan saw his son's thin and tall appearance, his eyes suddenly lit up and he patted Song Jingyao on the shoulder, "Boy, he is very handsome!"
"Ouch!" Song Jingyao whispered, "Dad, you hurt my shoulder!"
"I didn't mean it. I forgot about your injury..." Song Yan quickly went to unbutton his shirt and wanted to take a look.
Song Jingyao quickly said, "It's just a little painful, but it's nothing. It's okay."
Jian Qiqi glared at Song Yan, "You are really neither serious nor serious. Fortunately, it is a minor injury. If..."
When Song Yan heard that his wife was angry, he looked even more guilty, "Jingyao, forgive Dad. Dad will definitely pay more attention next time."
"Dad, I'm hungry, let's go out for breakfast." Song Jingyao had an uninhibited smile on his lips, and stood up on tiptoes to pat his father, Song Yan, on the shoulder, "Let's go!"
The young boy used a man's way to solve this problem.
Song Yan couldn't help but there was a hint of tenderness in her eyes, "Okay."
The family then walked towards the restaurant.
I met many familiar people on the way here.
Everyone was a little curious when they saw such a handsome young man, and some female disciples were even more elated, "My brother is so good-looking!"
"I just like this kind of refreshing and clean boyish brother."
"The facial features are so exquisite."
"Those inner eyes are so lively."
Jian Qiqi couldn't help laughing and scolding them, "What? There are so many fellow disciples in Jianmen that there aren't enough for them to see! Come here just to see my son? You can't even walk without seeing him!"
"Wow! Miss Jane, this is actually your son?"
"I didn't expect your son to be so old!"
"So handsome, so handsome!"
"It's my dish! I want to make a reservation! Brother, do you want to have a sweet relationship with your sister when you become an adult?"
Some bolder female disciples even joked directly to Song Jingyao.
Song Jingyao is usually very cool in school and doesn't interact much with girls.
Suddenly a group of people
The beautiful sisters were surrounded, and my ears suddenly felt a little hot, I felt a little embarrassed, and I felt a little at a loss in my heart.
The young man who was not timid in a duel with adults, who was not afraid of a life-and-death battle with adults, was now stunned by these young ladies.
Subconsciously, he wanted to hide behind Jian Qiqi.
Jian Qiqi quickly smiled and spoke to save her son, "You scared my son! My son is still young, you wolves should get away! Hurry up!"
"Miss Jian, oh my, you are quite protective of this handsome guy!"
"Haha, let's go, let's go have breakfast!~"
"What do you want to eat later, little handsome guy? Do you want to sit with your sister?"
Jian Qiqi really couldn't stand it, "You guys should go quickly, go quickly!"
A group of female disciples left with laughter like silver bells and walked away.
Song Jingyao really didn't expect these female disciples to be so enthusiastic, so he patted his face in embarrassment.
Song Yan couldn't help but laugh out loud. She was still young after all!
"What kind of girl does Jingyao like?"
When Song Jingyao heard that his father was teasing him like this, he immediately blushed again.
"Oh, are you still shy? You will definitely have a girlfriend in the future! Haha!" Song Yan wanted to clap her son's shoulder again, but thinking that he was still injured, he quickly retracted his hand and patted her son gently instead.
He touched his son's arm.
"Jingyao is still so young, why are you talking about this now?" Jian Qiqi clenched her fist and punched Song Yan, "Hurry up and leave! I'm starving to death."
While talking, the family came to the restaurant.
As soon as they stepped in, they immediately attracted the attention of many people. Even Jian Wu and Lin Changsheng also walked over with smiles.
"Hey, is this Jingyao?"
"The young man is very energetic! I think this figure is a good candidate for martial arts!"
“It’s really good.”
The two old guys looked Song Jingyao up and down with smiles on their faces.
"Hello, grandpas." Song Jingyao greeted them very politely.
"Oh, it's not right to call me grandpa!" Jian Wu smiled very lovingly, "Your father and mother want to call me grandpa..."
"That's called..." Song Jingyao looked at them in surprise, then glanced at Jian Qiqi and Song Yan.
What to call it?
He suddenly didn't know what to call the two old people.
To be continued...