i really like you

When Pei Wenjin passed by, the boy was lying on the snow-covered bridge watching the scenery, and the old man beside him stuffed the small porcelain basin for begging into the snakeskin bag, and was still yelling at him, but he didn’t respond. Look at the scenery and see God.

Almost subconsciously, Pei Wenjin looked in the direction the boy was facing. There was the Zhang family's old house, and a small white building was directly opposite.

Tang Yuan was immersed in his own world, deeply sunk, and an old voice suddenly sounded in his ear, "Little baby, do you think that is your family?"

He was caught off guard and dragged into the real world, staring at the man under the bridge in a daze.

Snowflakes are flying, and the field of vision is damp.

It would be beautiful if it were put in comics, but in reality, it just feels icy cold and makes people shiver uncontrollably.

Tang Yuan bid farewell to the old man. He walked down the steps without looking at the man. He dragged his injured leg and walked forward with difficulty, his back was calm and silent.

Pei Wenjin walked behind at a distance, seeing the young man staggering and almost falling, he straightened his back again.

Tang Yuan was sore and icy below his knees. He stepped into the snow, leaving a dirty shoe print, and brought up some fine snow. The cold wind scraped his eyes, nose, and mouth like ice knives. He looked up to see where he was, and he didn't leave after confirming.

Seeing the young master stop, Pei Wenjin stopped, so did he.

This is on the west side of the bridge, and the Zhang family's old house and Xiaobailou can no longer be seen.

The snow was flying all over the sky, melodiously, showing no sign of leaving.

A thin layer of snow fell on Tang Yuan's head and body. He took a few deep breaths, turned around and looked calmly at the man not far away, "You want me to come out and face it, force me to make a choice, come true gone?"

Pei Wenjin didn't approach, but stood still and said, "Go home."

Tang Yuan was still very calm, he even laughed, "Aren't you afraid that I won't choose you?"

"You told me last night that you were waiting for me in the car. When you arrived at Zhang's house today, you still said that sentence without moving a word. You tried to use those words to deepen the impression in my subconscious, wait What are you going to do without me?"

There was no emotion in Pei Wenjin's tone, "It's snowing heavily."

The calmness in Tang Yuan's eyes was falling apart, and the anger and grievance suppressed by him burst out instantly, and at the same time, his exquisite and beautiful facial features were constantly becoming distorted. He clenched his fists, his teeth chattered, and his whole body trembled and shouted, " Pei Wenjin!"

Pei Wenjin looked at his young man with loving eyes, seeing how his eyes turned red little by little, how tears rolled down, and how his whole cheeks were covered, all in his eyes.

Tang Yuan cried, hoarse, "The recording is so real, it's exactly the same as your voice, do you know how scared I was then?"

Pei Wenjin frowned, "Recording?"

Tang Yuan stopped crying, "You don't know?"

Pei Wenjin said, "I don't know."

Tang Yuan stared at the man stubbornly, saying every word, "But you know this situation."

He said firmly, the fingernails that were clenched together pierced the palm of his hand, and the veins on the back of his hand bulged, "You know that he will use the years of brotherhood to set up a trick to get me to kick you out of Tang's and out of my life , so you will plan and ask me to go to the appointment alone."

Pei Wenjin sighed deeply, "No matter what I say, you have an excuse to get inside your shell, and you can only let yourself..."

Tang Yuan yelled and interrupted, "Go to hell!"

When his emotions reached a critical point, he dropped rapidly, his legs hurt so badly, he couldn't stand up and fell down on the snow, and murmured with trembling lips, "If others plot against me, you plot against me too."

The next moment, Tang Yuan roared loudly, "Even you plot against me!"

Pei Wenjin squatted down, changed his gaze from looking down to normal, and maintained that distance to look over, his eyes calm and unwavering.

"One, your wording is wrong, I am not calculating against you, two, your thinking is biased, it is me who wants you to come out to face, but it is not me, but you, who press every step of the way and don't leave you a way out. That hair is small."

Speaking of this, Pei Wenjin's thin lips moved, "However, I have indeed seen through the situation you set up for you a long time ago."

His eyes were heavy, "And I warned you a long time ago."

Tang Yuan stared at the man who didn't show any emotional changes from the beginning to the end. The tears on his face were covered with ice and snow, and it was cold. He covered his face with both hands and rubbed vigorously as if he didn't know the pain. .

Pei Wenjin was silent for a long time, he didn't ask about the content of the recording, but cared about other things, "Since the voice in the recording sounds like me, why didn't you believe it?"

Tang Yuan froze when he rubbed his face, and the corner of his mouth hidden in the palm of his hand twitched self-mockingly, "I've been fooled by love, my eyes have seen it, my ears have heard it, but I still don't believe it, I'd rather believe it in someone I've only known for half a year , I don’t believe in the brothers who grew up together, I’m stupid.”

"You are not stupid, you are smarter than anyone else." Pei Wenjin brutally attacked the young man's most vulnerable position, "You are just too soft-hearted, and you are always used to pretending to be stupid."

Tang Yuan's throat was so dry that he couldn't speak, but his thin chest kept rising and falling, panting chaotically.

Two or three minutes later, he was whimpering, sitting in the snow and wailing.

Pei Wenjin's long sigh, accompanied by his deep voice, was swallowed up by the wind and snow, and the rest was sent to the young man's ears, a little gentle, he said, my young master, I have been pretending to be stupid for a long time , it's really silly.

Tang Yuan cried and thought, stupid people have stupid blessings, the clearer people live, the more tired they are.

Pei Wenjin seemed to have guessed his thoughts, shook his head and said, "Sometimes you can't do whatever you want, and when you get to that point, you have no choice."

Tang Yuan cried even more fiercely, as if he wanted to vent all the negative emotions accumulated in his heart during this period.

Pei Wenjin didn't speak anymore, just watched the young man cry bitterly, unable to control himself.

The human heart is a vessel that stores the seven emotions and six desires.

It needs to be cleaned up properly, and the unnecessary ones should be poured out, otherwise the utensils will blow up one day.

Tang Yuan cried enough, and almost collapsed. He lowered his head, and the broken thoughts in his mind were being reorganized little by little.

I don't know where Zhang Shuran found that voice, and when did he find it. In this world, he is probably the only one who knows the owner of the voice, not Pei Wenjin.

If it were someone else, everyone would believe it and have no doubts.

Because it's so similar.

Tang Yuan looked at the man with scarlet eyes, and his voice was hoarse, "I don't know what it's like for someone to have a crush on someone. I have a crush on you very perverted. I like to touch everything you touch. Store it away, no one knows that I am familiar with your breathing, heartbeat, snorting, swallowing saliva when speaking, the voice in the recording sounds exactly like you, but it is not you."

Pei Wenjin consciously took the boy's confession into his heart, his eyes were soft, with obvious praise and appreciation, "But you didn't expose it on the spot, you hid it very tightly, so you walked out of Zhang's house safely."

"Am I safe?" Tang Yuan's breathing trembled, his emotions broke down, and his voice was sharp, "You don't know what I lost?"

Pei Wenjin reminded his young man, "That's not what you lost today, it was lost long ago."

Tang Yuan grabbed a handful of snow and threw it at the man, "Fuck you!"

Pei Wenjin squatted there not to hide, and let the ball of snow hit his head, covered in a mess, not only was he not angry, he even raised the corners of his lips, "I scolded you just now, let's change the scolding."

Tang Yuan, "..."

Pei Wenjin comforted the young man's wounded heart in a low voice, "Everyone has their own life and their own path to go, you just have different paths."

Tang Yuan didn't accept that sentence, he was too pale, too weak, and light, as if those days from childhood to adulthood were in vain.

Pei Wenjin saw it and didn't force him to accept it.

The surroundings fell silent for a while, Xuehua kissed the boy's crying eyes, and watched him licking the wound he had been hit by reality, clumsy and stubborn.

The man not far away stood up, "Xiao Yuan, you're home."

Tang Yuan didn't seem to hear it. His wound was bloody. Although it didn't spurt blood like it did in front of Zhang Shuran, it still hurt terribly, and the bone could be seen deep. I don't know how long it would take to heal.

Even if it heals, it will leave a scar.

Tang Yuan recalled the scenes from entering Zhang's house to leaving Zhang's house, and his heart was wet again after being drenched in cold sweat. He tested his hair boy in the room where he played casually in the past, how many times did he test it? , I can't count it, I just find it ridiculous.

Awesome, so awesome.

Everyone can act, and no one loses.

When I really acted, I can confuse myself into it, and I can't distinguish between reality and illusion.

When you are acting ecstasy, reality will suddenly give you a knife, close to your heart, and stab it fiercely, tearing your skin apart, trying to kill you.

But you didn't, you narrowly escaped death and lived.

So you cry and laugh, thinking life is as good as it gets, and as fuck as it is.

Tang Yuan remembered a sentence he had heard somewhere, he guessed the beginning, but not the ending, he guessed both the beginning and the ending.

Today's confirmation shows how ironic his previous self-deception was.

Fa Xiao wanted the country his father brought down.

This is what reality wants to show him. Forcibly opening his eyes to let him see, not allowing him to close them, is cruel and terrifying.

Tang Yuan's legs were numb and he couldn't get up. He picked up a little snow and stuffed it into his mouth. When the wound on his tongue touched the ice and snow, it hurt sharply. "You guys with high IQs are not interesting."

Pei Wenjin stared at the young man, "You have seen through everything."

For such praise, Tang Yuan could only hehe, he gave the man a vicious look, "Don't even think about going to bed at night!"

Pei Wenjin looked innocent, "Where will I sleep if I don't go to bed?"

"I care about you," Tang Yuan sneered, "Sleep wherever you like."

Pei Wenjin said, "You have to take care of me."

"Go away!" Tang Yuan's mouth smelled of blood, and his eyes were hot. He said unbearably, "Pei Wenjin, how can you be so calm? Are you still human?"

Pei Wenjin, who was standing there, suddenly approached with several strides.

The man's complexion was abnormal. Tang Yuan shrank his shoulders unconsciously. Before he could open his mouth, the shadow above his head fell, with a terrifying aura. His face was pinched vigorously by cold fingers, and there was pain in his mouth. A choking smell of smoke rushed in.

The insane man had smoked a few cigarettes and was using actions to defend himself.

The arms holding him were trembling uncontrollably, the strength was extremely terrifying, and he wanted to strangle him to death, and rub it into his body inch by inch.

The violence, mania, anxiety, and... panic that Pei Wenjin restrained before were all released and passed on to Tang Yuan continuously. He opened his heart and showed him the things he had hidden deep inside. He watches alone.

I would also be afraid, I actually don't have much confidence, he said silently.

Tang Yuan's pain and anxiety gradually eased, and when he was let go, his whole body went limp, and he collapsed directly into Pei Wenjin's arms.

"It's true that the recording is fake, but the information is true. You are only looking for profit in the mall."

Pei Wenjin kissed the melted snow on the corners of the boy's eyes and brows, and frankly admitted, "It's true."

Tang Yuan thought dazedly, it seems that he will do more good deeds in the future.

Tang Yuan developed a high fever that night.

Confused, talking nonsense, messy, illogical.

Pei Wenjin drove him to the hospital. On the way, he woke up and clamored to go home.

The two stalemate in the car for a while, Pei Wenjin turned around.

The housekeeper received the news in advance, called Dr. Wang over early, and asked the cook to cook porridge. Everyone stretched their necks and waited for their young master to come back.

It was almost eleven o'clock when the car drove into Tang Zhai, Pei Wenjin carried the boy out of the back seat and called him.

Tang Yuan's face was red and hot, his forehead was wet with gauze, his red eyes were open, and he couldn't tell where it was for a while.

Pei Wenjin bent down and lowered his head, rubbing his chapped lips, "I'm home."

Tang Yuan closed his eyes.

That night, Pei Wenjin and the housekeeper didn't sleep. They sat at the tea table next to the stairs on the third floor and didn't move the chessboard on the table for a long time.

The housekeeper spoke first, "Secretary Pei, thanks for your hard work."

Pei Wenjin said, "It should."

"It shouldn't be." The housekeeper is old and clear-eyed, "This is a housework for Mr. Pei, not an official business. It stands to reason that Secretary Pei doesn't need to bother so much, and it wastes your time."

Pei Wenjin said calmly, "Without the chairman's appreciation and cultivation, I would not be where I am today."

The butler looked at the young man sitting across from him. He didn't have a good rest, he was under a lot of pressure, and he was worried. These were the three messages he could feel. He took a sip of the tea from his teacup, and it cooled down. He refreshed himself, "Secretary Pei, Forgive me for asking, what are your plans in this situation?"

This question is beyond the mark.

The butler has been in the Tang family for many years, serving the old and the young, and doing his best. As an old man, he would not make such a mistake, but this time he had to ask, and he made a decision after thinking twice.

The master is missing, the young master is still too young, the situation is very bad.

So the housekeeper had to ask, investigate, and have an idea in mind.

Pei Wenjin didn't say any nonsense, he simply said in shock, "I will not leave Tang Corporation."

The housekeeper was shocked, and his wrinkled face showed obvious disbelief, "Although Tang's internal and external troubles now?"

Pei Wenjin said, "Yes."

The butler kept looking at Pei Wenjin, as if he was judging the truth. After a while, he stood up and bowed solemnly, "I thank Secretary Pei on behalf of my husband."

Pei Wenjin said, "Uncle Zhong is being polite."

The butler sat back on the chair, "I can see that the young master trusts Secretary Pei very much."

He was worried between the lines, "After all, the young master is young, impulsive, impulsive, and shallow-minded. If he gets confused and makes a fool of himself, I hope Secretary Pei can give some advice."

Pei Wenjin raised his head, "I will."

The butler looked solemn, "I don't know if the young master can survive the difficulties."

Pei Wenjin tapped on the table with his fingers, and said calmly, "The young master is kind-hearted, he is very easy-going, has many friends, and if there is any difficulty, someone will lend a helping hand."

"If you have many friends, it depends on who you are and whether they will be involved in conflicts of interest."

The housekeeper knew he had said too much, so he stopped his voice in time and coughed twice in embarrassment, "The guest room is on the second floor, and the room has been cleaned."

Pei Wenjin didn't move, he seemed to be in a daze.

The housekeeper looked at him strangely, "Secretary Pei?"

Pei Wenjin, "Huh?"

"It's getting late," said the housekeeper, "I'll take Secretary Pei to the guest room."

Only then did Pei Wenjin get up from his chair.

In the middle of the night, the door of a room on the second floor opened. Pei Wenjin closed the door. His clothes and pants were neat and meticulous from head to toe, as if he had never been in bed.

The moonlight is thin tonight, and the corridor is dark.

Pei Wenjin didn't try to imitate the light switch on the wall, but walked freely in the dark, and stopped in front of a door without any mistakes. He turned the doorknob, and the door made a slight sound.

The moment the door opened, a bright light ran out of the room, and threw itself at his feet affectionately.

The boy's narrow voice came from inside, with a strong nasal voice, "I knew you would come, so I didn't lock the door."

Pei Wenjin stepped in and closed the door behind his back. He loosened his tie, unbuttoned his shirt, and looked at the boy leaning on the bed with bright eyes, "Did you sleep?"

"No." Tang Yuan waved, "Come here."

Pei Wenjin stood over, "Why don't you sleep?"

Tang Yuan stared, the man was asking the question knowingly, he said with a slow smile, "I can still sleep after something like that happened during the day, how much do you care?"

Pei Wenjin's facial muscles twitched faintly.

Tang Yuan's complexion is very bad, but his eyes are very bright.

Pei Wenjin likes the eyes of young people, as if he can see into people's hearts at a glance, "Do you feel much more relaxed after taking that step?"

Tang Yuan turned to the beginning and ignored it.

Pei Wenjin didn't let the boy go, and turned his face to let him look at himself, "Huh?"

Tang Yuan became angry, "Why are you so annoying?"

Pei Wenjin raised his big hand to cover the young man's head, messing up his yellow hair from the light, "Young master has a temper."

There was pampering and indulgence in the words, but there was no anger at all.

Tang Yuan licked his dry lips, and when he touched the scabbed wound on it, his eyes became sharp as soon as they softened, and flew over like a small knife, "Uncle Zhong saw the wound on my mouth They were all terrified."

Pei Wenjin said without changing his face, "You can get used to it after seeing it more."

Tang Yuan, "..."

Pei Wenjin touched the boy's forehead, moved his hand down, and molded his face, "It's not burning, it's just thinner."

"It's normal to be thin," Tang Yuan curled his lips, "If I'm fat, I'll be a ghost."

Pei Wenjin was noncommittal.

Tang Yuan let out a sigh of relief, "I sweat a lot, my pajamas are wet, and the quilt is a little damp, and I don't feel comfortable sleeping. Please change the sheets for me, and the quilt cover too."

Pei Wenjin raised his eyes to look at the boy, and asked with his eyes, is this why you waited for me to come over?

"Of course not," Tang Yuan's face was full of injustice, "The main reason is that I miss you."

Pei Wenjin was still looking at him.

Tang Yuan's whole body was fluffy, he was weak, he lacked energy, and he seemed to have no confidence when he spoke, "Why don't you speak?"

"I was thinking," Pei Wenjin said in a low voice, "I've taken a fancy to you."

Tang Yuan was shocked.

Pei Wenjin's tone was cold, and his words were sharp and harsh. "Born in a big family, he has a soft heart that shouldn't be, and can't be. He is indecisive in dealing with others, pampered, overly sensitive, and good at deceiving himself..."

The more Tang Yuan listened, the uglier his face became. When he heard the back, his ears were buzzing, and his eyes were fixed on the man's thin lips, thinking that people with thin mouths are ruthless, but he suddenly heard a sentence, "" But you're still cute."

"..."

There was a sigh in Pei Wenjin's voice, and he said the perverted words calmly, "It's so cute that I want to find you a small house, lock you in, and no one will see you."

After staring at the man for a while, Tang Yuan gritted his teeth, "You succeeded in making me sweat."

Pei Wenjin said, "It's good to sweat if you have a cold."

"Get off!"

Tang Yuan was murderous, but his body was weak, he swayed when standing on the bed, he unconsciously grabbed the man's arm, and just about to fall, he was carried off the bed and placed on the sofa.

Pei Wenjin quickly changed the quilt, carried the boy back to the bed, took off his suit jacket and lay down on it.

Tang Yuan leaned on the man's shoulder, "It's been a long time, I didn't call him, and he didn't look for me, he should already know what I'm thinking."

Pei Wenjin rubbed his neck, "Go to sleep."

Tang Yuan's eyes were wide open, "I can't sleep."

"It's going to be nothing," Pei Wenjin whispered into the young man's ear, "People are alive, and they inevitably have to make various choices. Sometimes you have to make several in a day. You just made one choice. Very correct choice..."

The voice in his ear seemed to have a hypnotic effect, Tang Yuan was sleepy, he turned over and nestled into the man's arms, closed his eyelids and fell asleep slowly.

It was two days after Tang Yuan saw Zhang Shuran again, and it was also the day before the company's holiday.

In the magnificent hotel lobby, Tang Yuan came out of the elevator and walked towards the gate. Zhang Shuran came in through the revolving door and walked towards the elevator. They were followed by a group of people from their respective companies.

This scene is quite like shooting a movie, and it is still in slow motion. From the panoramic view to the medium shot, and then to the close shot, the progress is very slow, so slow that it makes people feel upset.

The two protagonists seem to have suffered from a serious illness. They have lost a lot of weight, and there is not much greenness between their eyebrows and eyes. They are covered with things that should not appear at their age, as if they have experienced the vicissitudes of life.

But it was like an unsheathed sword, sharp and sharp.

The two protagonists are both dressed in formal attire, one is in blue, brisk and lively, full of vigor, and the other is in black, deep and depressed, indifferent and distant.

Finally, it was cut into a close-up, and the only audience was God, who saw the changes in their faces.

To be precise, it is a very subtle change.

There is an old saying that "grow up overnight", this statement is not groundless, people can really grow up in a short period of time, and grow into a completely unfamiliar self.

Both protagonists wear masks of their choice.

Tang Yuan put his hands in his trousers pockets, stopped in place and looked at Zhang Shuran, who was also looking at him.

Think it over?

Think it over.

You don't regret it.

You too.

The eye contact between the two happened in a flash.

Tang Yuan made a choice, and Zhang Shuran also made a choice. It should be said that Zhang Shuran made the choice first, forcing him to a crossroads. With no way out, he had to make a painful choice.

After the eye contact was over, they passed by with their respective people, without even a polite word, let alone talking and laughing.

The atmosphere is indescribably weird.

Everyone on both sides is a businessman, with vicious eyes and keen minds. They soon realized that Tang's and Zhang's heirs had parted ways. They felt a little bit sad and lasted for less than a minute.

In this hastily approaching business war, the two children were pushed out, and the brotherhood of more than ten years became a victim.

This is actually nothing, the most worthless thing in the business war is feelings, all kinds of feelings, but for them, it is no less than a huge turning point in life.

However, this is just the beginning.

After leaving the restaurant, Tang Yuan stood on the steps and looked at the bustling street, breathing in the cold air, "Secretary Pei, give me a cigarette."

Pei Wenjin next to him took out the cigarette case, pulled out the root and brought it to the boy's mouth.

Tang Yuan bit the light yellow cigarette butt, and watched the man light his cigarette with a black metal lighter. His hands were wide and large, with well-defined and strong joints, the pads of his fingers were light in color, and his nails were neatly trimmed.

Born in the countryside, he is still the eldest son of the family. He can do more or less farm work. There are calluses in the palm of his hand, which are not many and not thick, but thin. He likes to scratch it twice with his nails.

Pei Wenjin seemed unaware of the young man's gaze, and retreated to his original position after lighting a cigarette.

Taking a puff of the cigarette, Tang Yuan exhaled a puff of gray smoke unskillfully. He approached the man and lowered his voice to complain, "The tie you tied me this morning is a bit tight, I can't breathe."

Pei Wenjin didn't expose the boy's clumsy lies, but straightened his tie in front of other people.

Tang Yuan didn't expect the man to be so courageous, so he froze for a moment.

The others didn't think much about it, they just felt that the young master was blessed with great destiny, and with the help of noble people, the Tang family would not be able to fall down.

After a cigarette was half burned, Tang Yuan walked down the steps and got into the car. The emotions surging up in the lobby had already sunk to a certain corner of his heart.

Maybe I will never run up again in this life.

Who knows.

After being hit by this, Tang Yuan has a new understanding of the world, cherishes what he has, and may lose it anytime soon.

And it was shockingly lost.

On the day of the holiday, Tang Yuan took a letter from Uncle Zhong, saying that he got it from the mailbox. After checking the surveillance, the person who delivered the letter came in the middle of the night, and there was only a blurry figure in the picture, neither Mr. nor Someone they know.

Tang Yuan didn't hear what the housekeeper said. He grabbed the handrail of the stairs and went upstairs as fast as he could. He rushed into his father's study without stopping, leaned against the door and sat on the carpet to open the letter.

There is only one sentence in it: baby, I'm fine.

Five words, two symbols, carrying a father's deep concern and comfort for his son.

Tang Yuan's skill in distinguishing the authenticity from the false is top-notch. In addition to his true skills, he also has a keen intuition. The words on it were written by his father, and it was not forged by someone. He can be sure after just reading it.

He swallowed dryly, his father's life is not in danger, and from the free and easy handwriting, it can be seen that he is in good health and there is nothing wrong with it.

For some reason, I can only report to him that I am safe, and I cannot come back for the time being.

It is a lie to say that there is no murmuring. Tang Yuan has many guesses in his mind, and all of them overlap. That part is that his father was pinned to death and placed under house arrest. He cannot communicate with the outside world or leave. The caretaker sent him a letter.

It may be that there are threats and temptations, or it may be that they played the sympathy card and played the nurse's heart, or they negotiated terms with the behind-the-scenes messengers.

Of course, other situations cannot be ruled out.

Anyway, to Tang Yuan, this letter was equivalent to a ray of sunshine finally showing in the smog.

Tang Yuan's injuries didn't hurt so much anymore, and his appetite improved.

When Tang Yuan contemplated and told Pei Wenjin the good news, he didn't get the reaction he expected. The other party just remained silent for about 2 minutes, expressing that he knew it very flatly.

He turned his mind several times on the phone, thinking that the old man still knew something he didn't know.

Falling in love with a fox who likes layout when he has nothing to do, Tang Yuan always feels that he is walking on the edge of a fool, and a fool is a fool.

He recognized it, who made him like it.

In his thirties, Pei Wenjin came here, and he didn’t say anything when he came, but he still carried big bags and small bags, all of which were things sent to him by his family, such as jujubes, walnuts, smoked meat, and a bag of yams. .

Tang Yuan took all the things in his hands, and smiled like a two-hundred-jin fool, "Uncles and aunts are all real people."

Pei Wenjin looked sideways at the boy.

Tang Yuan blinked, and after confirming something in the man's eyes, he immediately changed his words, quite sincerely, "It's not uncle or aunt, it's our parents."

When it was over, he muttered softly, "I'm so hot about shaving my head right now, my parents haven't seen me yet."

Pei Wenjin heard it, "I will like you when I see you."

Tang Yuan said, "What if you don't like it? You are the only one in your family."

Before Pei Wenjin could speak, he frowned angrily, "It's Chinese New Year, why should I bring up such a topic, it's boring, let's eat jujube, you go wash it."

Pei Wenjin looked at the handful of jujubes he was holding in his hand.

Tang Yuan held the jujube and sent it to the man, smiling and urging, "Go."

Pei Wenjin said with a serious face, "Your father spoils you too much."

Just as Tang Yuan was about to get angry, he saw the man frowning, sighed and said, "I don't even know how to win."

His face turned red, he hesitated, "I, I, you, you..."

Pei Wenjin took some time off, "What?"

"Wash dates!"

As Tang Yuan spoke, he stuffed a handful of dates into the man's hand without hesitation, leaving him with a black back of the head and a shy back.

When Pei Wenjin went to the kitchen to wash dates, Tang Yuan swiped his phone, and there was a piece of news, which was the headline.

The photos posted are of Zhang Shuran and Zhou Jia, with a merry-go-round in the background, which is extremely dreamy.

Zhou Jia smiled like a little girl in love with zero IQ, but Zhang Shuran looked indifferent, as if she was just a spectator sitting under the stage, not the passionate protagonist above the stage.

Zhou Jia lost in this love that unfolded slowly under the eyes of everyone.

The butler stood by the sofa at some point, and said respectfully, "Master, do you want to call that kid from the Zhang family?"

Tang Yuan didn't answer, but just locked the phone and put it aside, "Uncle Zhong, I want to eat sweet oranges."

The butler went to cut it up and brought it over, "Really don't want to fight?"

Tang Yuan took a bite of a slice of sweet orange, and suddenly said, "I broke up with him."

The butler's old face twitched suddenly when he heard this, and he didn't say anything.

Tang Yuan has practiced calligraphy, and he wrote the Spring Festival couplets. He wrote a lot of them, and there are many blessings.

This house is big and there are many places to post. The housekeeper counted them, but there were not enough. Tang Yuan was lazy and didn't want to write, so he asked Pei Wenjin to write.

Pei Wenjin showed his calligraphy for the first time. How should I put it, it's hard to explain.

Tang Yuan held back for a long time, his face turned red but he still didn't hold back, he stood beside him and laughed out loud.

The laughter was so contagious that the housekeeper's face collapsed, which was very different from his usual image, so he hurriedly left the study.

Pei Wenjin finished the last pair of Spring Festival couplets, put the brush on the inkstone calmly, bowed his head and swept the Spring Festival couplets, silent.

Tang Yuan wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, "Pei's brushwork, awesome."

Pei Wenjin covered the boy's vivid face with his hands, as if saying, go away, dishonest child.

Tang Yuan pulled down the man's hand and said seriously, "To be serious, I feel relieved when I see your calligraphy is so ugly. No one is perfect."

Pei Wenjin turned around and was about to leave, but his waist was hugged.

"The Tang family is prosperous and distributed in various cities. Every year on the first day of the new year, they will go to the old house for dinner." Tang Yuan buried his face in the man's thick back, "You can go with me tomorrow."

Pei Wenjin said, "It's not appropriate."

"It's suitable," Tang Yuan said, "just add a pair of bowls and chopsticks, have a meal, and do nothing."

Pei Wenjin was unmoved.

Tang Yuan was pitiful, "In the past, my dad was the head of the house. He sat down on the main seat, shouted two words, and ate, and everyone was quiet. It was the majesty accumulated by the head of the family for decades. No one dared to rebel. , this year he is not here, I am here, this is my first time, those people will definitely make troubles, eccentricities or something, you know, there are always some people who are out of their minds and want to pretend to be smart and find trouble."

The more he spoke, the more pitiful he became, and he even sniffed, "If you don't go, I will be killed by their spittle and eyes."

Pei Wenjin didn't like this at all, "Don't pretend to be pitiful."

Tang Yuan pulled his face down, "I'm acting like a baby, thank you."

Pei Wenjin, "..."

Tang Yuan was dragged to the front, with his back against the desk, and in front of him was a man's strong and warm chest. He swallowed his saliva, damn it, this posture is very common in comics.

As if he didn't realize that the young man was thinking about it, Pei Wenjin lifted the hair on his forehead and looked at the scar.

Tang Yuan pushed the man's hand away, and all his hair fell off, "Don't look, ugly."

Pei Wenjin was going to tease his hair again.

This time Tang Yuan didn't stop him, he straightened up and brought the scar under the man's eyelids, "Look, look, look, I'll let you see it all at once."

There was no expression on Pei Wenjin's face, "Where did the temper come from?"

Tang Yuan glared at him, "Young master is out of temper."

Pei Wenjin flicked between the young man's eyebrows, lowered his head under his angry gaze, and kissed the scar on his forehead, "I'll accompany you tomorrow."

Tang Yuan immediately stabilized.

When it was getting dark, Song Chao called Tang Yuan to pay New Year's greetings, saying that he left the province in the morning, and now he is in S City, where he will celebrate the New Year alone, and go back on the fifth day of the Lunar New Year, and get together at that time.

"Why didn't you call me?" Tang Yuan didn't ask if there was anything, but just said, "I also want to go out and relax."

Song Chao chuckled over there, "You are too busy to disperse, so let's disperse in the garden."

Tang Yuan's mouth twitched.

Grabbing a big and red date to eat, Tang Yuan suppressed the bitterness in his heart with the sweetness, and said in a vague voice, "Xiao Chao, Shu Ran and I..."

Song Chao said, "I know."

Tang Yuan wasn't surprised either. There were reports that Tang and Zhang had separated from each other, "Then don't call me for dinner from now on."

"He is also a very busy person for what to eat." Song Chao smiled, "Busy to acquire companies and fall in love. I am very busy. I saw him yesterday. He is a little out of shape. He is better than me. Where are you going?"

Tang Yuan ate the jujube silently, and only after eating a few in a row did he ask, "Do you have any connection with Ali?"

Song Chao's tone and breath didn't change, as if that incident had happened in his previous life, "No."

Tang Yuan said, "He was beaten."

Song Chao said coolly, "I owe you a beating."

Tang Yuan regained the familiar feeling, he spat the date pit into the trash can, "His father's people took away all his documents, and he tried all the methods he could, but it still didn't work, so he told the bodyguards Had a fight and ran out, clashed with two Germans, got an arm broken