Ji Xinyao entered Gong Jianping's office. He happened to have no classes and was studying some ancient books and materials. When he saw Ji Xinyao coming, he immediately put down the materials in his hand.
"Xinyao, you're here. Oh, what's going on? You look a lot haggard after not seeing me for a few days. What did you do?"
Ji Xinyao put down the snacks and patted her face, "Don't mention it. I'm exhausted from going back to their hometown with Song Zilian these days."
Gong Jianping's eyes immediately showed dissatisfaction.
"Why did you go back to your hometown with someone so early? My parents haven't met yet."
Ji Xinyao smiled bitterly, "It's true that we can't meet him. His parents are both dead."
Gong Jianping cleared his throat, feeling a little embarrassed.
"But it's too dangerous to go back to my hometown with others. Isn't it very remote? Otherwise, how could you be so tired? I didn't ask you to do farm work, right?"
"No, it's just that there are some weird folk customs in their village, which are really annoying."
"You can't even go to that kind of place. What if you are kidnapped and trafficked?"
"Dad, I am an adult, not a child. Why are you trying to scare me with words that scare children?"
Gong Jianping sighed and looked at Ji Xinyao worriedly, "There are no fewer traffickers in women than in children. My daughter is so beautiful, of course I am worried. I am not kidding you. I had a student before who was among the top ten in the province.
Even though I entered Xijing University, I was still deceived into doing pyramid schemes, so we must be aware of precautions.”
Ji Xinyao nodded obediently. She knew that Gong Jianping cared about her, so there was no need to say anything to stop him from worrying.
"Dad, I understand. I will pay attention to safety."
As she spoke, she walked silently to Gong Jianping and began to think about pulling out his hair.
"Dad, there seems to be something on your head. Let me help you take a look."
"Ah? No way. I just washed my hair in the morning."
After saying that, Gong Jianping picked up the mirror placed aside and took a look.
"Oh, it's nothing, it's just white hair. When people get old, they tend to have gray hair."
He didn't follow Ji Xinyao's idea at all. He put down the mirror and picked up the book.
"How about I help you pull it out?" Ji Xinyao asked tentatively.
"Don't pull it out, don't pull it out, pull it out, it will be white. Besides, it is not easy for your father and me to still have such hair at my age. There are several professors younger than me in our hospital who only have this ring of hair left."
." Gong Jianping gestured with his hands and laughed.
Seeing that he was out of luck, Ji Xinyao had no choice but to pull up a bench and sit next to him to see if she had a chance to pick up a hair on his body.
As soon as Gong Jianping turned around, he found that she was already close to him.
"Are you also interested in Liu Yong's poems?"
"Ah?" She was stunned, and then she noticed that Gong Jianping was reading a manuscript of Liu Yong's collection of poems.
"not bad."
"Which one do you like?"
Ji Xinyao thought for a while and replied, ""Song of the Sea". It goes on and on without rest, and the official rent is not paid and private rent is forced. He drives his wife and children to work on engineering. Although he is a human being, he is not good at it. Although everyone says that Liu Yong is addicted to the world of mortals,
He likes to write some erotic words, but his observations of urban life are quite meticulous."
Gong Jianping smiled and said, "As expected of my daughter, she has a sense of style."
Ji Xinyao smiled and kept looking at the places on his clothes where hair might be missing, and finally saw a hair on his front.
But in this place, she will be caught as soon as she gets started.
She thought for a while and took out the walnut slices she made.
"Dad, I just made it this morning. Try it and see if it tastes good."
As long as Gong Jianping ate, she had a legitimate reason to pat the fallen food crumbs in front of him and get his hair by the way.
"Okay, you put it aside, I'll finish reading it and eat it later."
Ji Xinyao didn't want her plan to fail again, so she had to use an aggrieved tone.
"Did the one I made last time not taste good, so Dad, you don't want to eat it? It's all my fault, I'm so clumsy, I can't even make a biscuit..."
Gong Jianping couldn't bear to watch her blame herself, and immediately said, "No, it's delicious. Dad eats it, dad will eat it now."
Ji Xinyao immediately beamed with joy and took the initiative to put the walnut slices into Gong Jianping's mouth.
Then she patted the crumbs from the walnut slices for Gong Jianping and got the hair.
However, Gong Jianping alertly caught her movements.
"What are you doing?"
"I..." Ji Xinyao pursed her lips, "Well, I'll help you dust it off..."
When Gong Jianping saw the hair on her hand, he immediately pulled it away and threw it into the trash can.
He was a little too wary.
After Ji Xinyao finished her lunch, she returned to her home, dug out the photo of her mother and her biological father that she had received from the Ji family, and looked at it carefully.
Gong Jianping's height and body shape are consistent with the man in the photo, but... the man in the photo is obviously much more refined.
Gong Jianping is an old scholar, a scholar, and usually doesn't care about dressing up. She originally thought that as people get older, their habits and preferences will change, so she didn't think too much about it. But the man in the photo looks exactly like Gong Jianping
The kind of person I hate the most is someone who acts like a capitalist young master.
She continued to read the letters written by her mother.
If the person she likes is Gong Jianping, these letters are to Gong Jianping, and there should be many quotations from scriptures, because people who write to each other more or less will catch on to each other's habits. But there are many Western vocabulary mixed in the letters.
Ji Xinyao felt something was wrong no matter what she was thinking.
She thought about it seriously and prepared to bring her mother's things to question Gong Jianping.
That night, she went to Gong Jianping's house, hoping to settle the matter as soon as possible.
"Dad, I know you really love my mother and take good care of me. Otherwise, you wouldn't have helped me see the documents, and you wouldn't have insisted on helping my mother visit her grave for so many years."
As she spoke, she directly spread the photo in front of Gong Jianping's eyes.
"I hope you can honestly tell me whether the man in this photo is you."
When Gong Jianping looked at the photo, he immediately frowned. But soon, he relaxed again.
"Why are you asking this suddenly? This is not me, he is just a senior of your mother's."
"Does my mother like him?"
"No." Gong Jianping immediately denied, "They just had a good relationship for a while, and they didn't have much interaction."
"Can you tell me more about him?"
Gong Jianping endured it for a long time and finally showed an unhappy expression.
"Do you know what he does? He is a scumbag. You don't need to know too much. Are you suspecting something when you keep asking me about him? Don't think too much. I am your father. I have a paternity test to prove it.
, he has nothing to do with you at all."
Ji Xinyao became even more suspicious when she saw how excited he was.
She suddenly figured out why Gong Jianping hated Song Zilian so much before. It was because he felt that Song Zilian was as young as this man, right? Later, he learned that Song Zilian couldn't bear too much suffering, so he changed his mind towards him.
"Dad, don't get excited. I just want to know who my mother has known before. If you say he is a scumbag, how can you be a scumbag?"
Ji Xinyao was afraid that Gong Jianping would drive her away if she told her purpose directly, so she planned to follow his words and first ask for information that could confirm the man's identity, and then go to verify it.
Gong Jianping was silent for a while and pursed his lips.
"Well, since you want to know, I'll tell you the truth. He did have a good time with your mother for a while."