Xia Yiwei took great pride in this; every day she could hear her chatting with people on WeChat about how her son’s tickets were selling, how big the venue was. Her first concert didn’t even have such a big venue. Xia Yiwei: “Let me tell you, my son is definitely going to be on the Spring Festival Gala every year, on overseas visits… What? You say foreigners might not understand crosstalk? My son can speak it in English!” After saying that, she turned to Qi Shejiang, “You can translate the sketches, right?” “…How can this be translated? Can you translate supporting and leading roles?” Qi Shejiang said helplessly. Never mind, it’s already been declared. Xia Yiwei just took it for granted. “I’m telling you, son, this little Zhang…” Qi Guangling, sitting beside her, who had been focused on his phone, suddenly spoke up, “Why does he ask me how I am on WeChat every day? Isn’t that too courteous? Are you that close?” Qi Shejiang: “……” Zhang Yue’s frequent greetings were overly warm, comparable to a salesperson, and finally even Qi Guangling found it strange. Xia Yiwei, being perceptive, immediately noticed something was off from his expression.
Her son had always been reserved; when had he ever shown such an expression? She quickly changed from her position curled up on the sofa to sitting up straight. Qi Shejiang: “Actually, during our time researching music together, we developed a deep bond…” Xia Yiwei, Qi Guangling: “?” Both of them were a bit dazed, seemingly unable to understand the deeper meaning of his words for a moment. Qi Shejiang calmly said, “It’s that kind of bond.” Qi Guangling stood up and said, “Finally! Finally! Son, you’re already this age, with so many people pursuing you, yet you haven’t been in a relationship. If you don’t say it now, I might suspect you’re asexual!”
