Reincarnation: I Married My Ex's Brother

The two of them chatted as they entered the house.

The large manor that used to be quiet and lonely suddenly became lively with this big and small voice.

Zhuang Long stood at the door for a while and gave himself a few minutes to go to the house to listen to the sudden commotion. Then, he turned around and entered the house.

Xiao Meng was used to eating by herself and was not used to being served by others. Zhuang Long had already thought of it, so he specially instructed the head butler to not serve him when he ate in the future.

The chef made a big pot of spicy crayfish. Xiao Meng, who had not eaten crayfish for decades, suddenly ate the crayfish and almost cried on the spot. Zhuang Long had not eaten this thing for many years. He tried a bite. It was spicy and numb. It really suited his taste.

If Xiao Meng had not mentioned it, Zhuang Long would not have known that he liked to eat this.

This was the first time Zhuang Qilin ate it, and he was addicted.

There were so many delicacies on the table, but the one that the host doted on the most was the pot of crayfish. After the meal, the three of them felt their mouths numb, especially Zhuang Qilin. He could not care less about his image and rubbed his lips with his fingers.

As she rubbed it, she said, "I feel that my lips are no longer my lips." She lost all feeling.

Pepper was a good thing, but it would numb the nerves.

Zhuang Long laughed at his lack of restraint when he ate. Zhuang Qilin clicked his tongue and replied, "If you like something, you don't know how to control yourself."

Zhuang Long was stunned.

He felt that it was fine if his son did not speak, but when he did, every sentence was classic.

After dinner, Zhuang Long brought Xiao Meng to her room. He arranged for Xiao Meng's room to be on the second floor. The moment Xiao Meng entered the room, she saw her luggage. The servant was very polite. She placed the luggage by the wall and did not move. It was still the same.

Xiao Meng was very satisfied with the room. She sized it up and thought of life in prison. She said, "Our prison used to be a group of people living together. At that time, there were many people and they were always causing trouble. Later on, we reorganized it. There were only two people living in a cell. The cell was especially small. Between the bed and the wall, only one person could walk."

"However, it's always good not to live with others."

Hearing Xiao Meng's words, Zhuang Long had a realization. Previously, he had been puzzled. How did such a weak woman like Xiao Meng survive in prison? It turned out that they lived separately.

That was not surprising.

Xiao Meng did not want to say more about the prison. She bent down and squatted beside the box, opening it. Zhuang Long watched as Xiao Meng packed her clothes. Zhuang Qilin had run in at some point and was running around the room mischievously.

"What's inside?" After Zhuang Qilin asked, he did something that Zhuang Long wanted to do but held backâ€"

He opened the bag that Xiao Meng had brought out of prison.

Zhuang Long lowered his head and searched for something in the messy things. He guessed what these things were used for. Zhuang Long's expression was complicated. His lips were pursed into a straight line.

The things in the bag were all very grape-like. There were gloves, socks, and even sweaters. Their colors were more simple and elegant, and it was obvious that only boys could use them. There were two pairs of gloves that looked very small, as if they were worn by children. Even the sweater did not look big, and there was a panda on the chest, as if they were worn by twelve or thirteen-year-olds.

Zhuang Qilin did not know what these things were for. He picked up the sweater and compared it to himself. Seeing Xiao Meng walk over in a panic, Zhuang Qilin asked her with a smile, "Grandma, is this for me? The clothes are big and I can only wear them after two years."

Xiao Meng was a little embarrassed. She said, "If Qilin likes it, Grandma will knit a sweater for you in the future. Tell me what kind you like. I know it all." She picked up all the things in a panic. Seeing Zhuang Qilin pout as if he did not dare to be happy, she quickly explained, "These clothes have been placed for too many years and can't be worn anymore."

Zhuang Qilin nodded in understanding. "Then I want a sweater too." After thinking for a while, he said, "I want a tiger pattern."

Xiao Meng quickly replied, "Okay, okay! Grandma will make it for you."

As she spoke, she packed her things and grabbed a long scarf. Xiao Meng planned to put it away. She pulled it and realized that the other end of the scarf was being pulled by another hand. Xiao Meng paused and turned her head. Her gaze followed the slender hand.

She saw a silent handsome face.

Zhuang Long stared at the knitted scarf in his hand and heard something.

He did not speak and picked up a handmade woolen wrist guard in front of his feet. He put the wrist guard on his wrist. The size was suitable.

Zhuang Long waved his arm at Xiao Meng and said, "I prefer black."

Xiao Meng was stunned for a moment before she quickly said, "I can make it again for you."

Do it again…

Zhuang Long's expression turned serious. His eyes were filled with the shadows of messy handmade items. He asked Xiao Meng, "There are so many things. Could they be birthday gifts for me?" He roughly counted that there were 27. Xiao Meng had been in prison for 28 years and had only made 27 birthday gifts. This guess was reasonable.

As Zhuang Long's 35th birthday was next month, Xiao Meng might not have the time to do it.

Seeing that Zhuang Long had easily guessed the use of these things, Xiao Meng felt embarrassed. She explained, "The prison allows us to make some handicrafts. I have nothing to do, so I make the same thing every year before and after your birthday."

She knew that her son had been adopted by someone else. In order to reassure the adoptive parents, she had never dared to send these things out, afraid that she would disturb his family.

As a mother, she was considerate of her child.

All these years, Xiao Meng had kept these things by her side as a thought.

Zhuang Long said nothing.

In fact, she had thousands of words to say, but she did not know where to start.

He placed the things in his hand in the box and pulled the small bag beside Zhuang Qilin over. Zhuang Long looked inside and realized that there were two photos at the bottom of the bag. Zhuang Long reached out and took the photos out with two long fingers. He saw himself.

In one photo was his childhood self. He looked no older than six or seven years old. He seemed to be standing in a courtyard with a woman standing beside him. The woman was wearing a blue dress and had long hair. She smiled gently at the camera.

The Zhuang Long in the photo was young, but he was exquisite and cute.

He noticed that there was a hand on his other shoulder. Zhuang Long was very clear about the human structure and could tell at a glance that it was an adult male hand.