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Mom said, Xiaoliang, you have to be a child who doesn't let you down.

Qin Liang cooked the sweet Laba porridge and cooked a table of dishes, and then waited in front of the table.

While the food was still hot, Assistant Su called, with the usual indifferent tone of business: "Mr. Qin, Mr. Mu said that he has something to do today, and he's not sure if he can come back. He told you to rest early and don't have to wait for him." .”

Qin Liang looked at the door where they were embracing and saying goodbye this morning, and said calmly: "Musong promised me this morning, he will come back early."

"I think Mr. Mu said that if nothing happens," Assistant Su replied, "Mu is always a person who keeps his promises. He will basically do what he promised. Mr. Mu has something important to do today. Please forgive me sir."

Qin Liang was silent for a while, and then slowly said: "Then why didn't he tell me in person? I just realized now why you have been contacting me for so long. Assistant Su, I can ask, Mu What's going on today Song?"

"This is Mu Song's private matter, so I can't answer it," Assistant Su said.

"I understand."

Then the phone was hung up.

When Qin Liang put the phone on the table, his eyes fell on the time displayed on it, and then he suddenly remembered what day it is today.

In the past few days, I have forgotten how to cook porridge and how to cook. I only remember that today is the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month in the lunar calendar, but I forget that today is also January 1st in the Gregorian calendar, New Year's Day, which is Qin Yu's birthday.

This day, no matter which day Qin Liang wanted to forget.

Unable to tell what kind of feeling it was, Qin Liang sat back at the table, picked up the porridge he cooked and drank it slowly, spoon by spoon.

He has been learning to cook for more than a year, but he still can't do it well. After being complained by Mu Song on the Mid-Autumn Festival, Qin Liang went back to the past, and slowly learned from his aunt at the time of meal every day.

He can't cook the food because he can't eat it, whether it tastes good or not.

And no one knew about it except himself.

And Mu Song may be the first person to notice it slightly.

Qin Liang never took the initiative to tell anyone about himself, he never opened his mouth about those sad, painful, desperate, and fantastic feelings.

But Mu Song is different.

Qin Liang drank the thick Laba porridge for two by himself. His stomach was full, but his mouth still had no taste. He stood up, poured the half-cold food into the kitchen garbage bag, and took it from the cabinet where the car keys were kept. Got a key and went to the garage.

He chose a black sports car, ignited it, started it, the sports car roared, and disappeared into the night in an instant.

The lights of Huaishan Banshan Villa reflect the mountains behind. In the quiet night, it is full of the warmth of the lights in the world, and the snow-covered sycamore trees on the roadside become two afterimages. the cemetery.

The Qin family's security guard came to open the door, and was very surprised by Qin Liang's arrival.He was hesitating whether to let this person in, Qin Liang turned his head to look at him, and said calmly: "My brother's birthday, I don't even have the right to celebrate it?"

The young security guard opened his mouth, and Qin Liang had already kicked the accelerator to drive the car to the gate.

Standing at the door, you can hear the laughter inside, and inside the house, there are no gaudy happy birthday slogans and balloons. The Qin family's villa is clean, but the big and delicate cake in the main hall is particularly conspicuous. There were people on the table, on the game table, in the kitchen, and on the tea table. The Mu family, the Qin family, and some acquaintances were all present. It was lively and warm.

The doorbell rang, startling the cheerful party-goers inside.

The hostess Lin Yunlan stood up with a smile: "I'll go and open the door."

When she opened the door and saw Qin Liang's face, the soft smile on her face disappeared.

Qin Liang smiled, and said, "Aunt Lin, can I come in?"

Qin Liang's visit made it difficult for the Qin family to keep their faces happy and calm. The irritability and disgust in Qin Sheng's eyes were undisguised. Qin Lie, who was sitting on the sofa, frowned even more. Qin Liang looked around and found that Qin Yu He and Mu Song were not in the living room, and other guests who didn't know why came up to ask who it was, because Qin Liang and Qin Lie, except for their eyes, were so similar, Lin Yunlan reluctantly responded to the guest with a smile, but in her eyes Worries cannot be hidden.

Qin Lie gave him a serious look, the warning in his eyes was strong.

Just say it directly, come and come, today is special, I won't drive you away, but don't talk, don't make trouble, or I will break your leg.

Qin Liang responded with a flattering smile, opened his mouth, and silently said yes.Then he turned to Qin Sheng and asked, "Where's Xiaoyu?"

"Don't call me brother so disgustingly," Qin Sheng glared at him.

"Okay, what about Qin Yu," Qin Liang repeated emphatically, what Qin Sheng said, he was what he was, and he didn't argue with him: "Can you tell me, I have something to do with him."

"Hmph," Qin Sheng snorted coldly, his voice full of malice: "Why should I tell you? What are you, Qin Liang?"

Qin Liang smiled, glanced at Qin Sheng faintly, and acted a little childishly mischievous: "If you don't tell me, I'm about to transform."

Qin Sheng's face froze, and he pointed in the direction of the kitchen downstairs.

The villa is very large, half of the downstairs is the kitchen, usually a restaurant.

Qin Liang walked downstairs. In the spacious semi-open kitchen, Mu Song rolled up his sleeves and chopped green onions. The rhythm was so familiar that Qin Liang wanted to stretch out his fingers and tap lightly by his side.

While Qin Yu stood beside him, the two chatted and laughed, but it reached Qin Liang's ears.

Their backs were facing Qin Liang, there were many guests today, no one paid attention to the footsteps behind them.

"Uncle's egg steaming skills are still so good." Qin Yu gave a thumbs up and said with a smile, "I didn't expect that I haven't done it for a few years, and my skills are not unfamiliar."

"If the skills are rusty, if some day some kid cries and says he's hungry," Mu Song said while rinsing the knives with boiling water: "I have to learn again, trouble."

After finishing speaking, Mu Song put on anti-scald gloves, took the steamed egg bowl out of the pot, put it on a plate filled with cold water and passed the bowl for a while, then took off the gloves and sprinkled green onion and sesame oil, and then cut it with a small wooden spoon into pieces.

A bowl of steamed eggs is finished, tender and looks very appetizing.

Qin Liang was too familiar with every movement of Mu Song, so familiar that he felt that this bowl of steamed eggs seemed to be served in the kitchen of Nanshan Apartment.

"Hey," Qin Yu took a mouthful of the hot and smooth custard, and sighed contentedly, "Uncle, although you learned this bowl of steamed eggs for me, I don't know which little aunt will enjoy it in the future."

Do you enjoy it?

Qin Liang and Mu Song thought at the same time, maybe they were both thinking about the same topic, Mu Song looked back and met the person he was thinking of.

A surprise.

a calm.

"It seems that you can't come back early today," Qin Liang said first.

"Qin Liang, why are you here?"

"Why did you come here?"

Mu Song and Qin Yu spoke together and questioned him.

Qin Liang rolled his eyes, looked at Qin Yu, and said, "I'm here to wish you a happy birthday."

Qin Yu's face was so gloomy that he wouldn't be angry any day Qin Liang came to the Qin family, but it couldn't be today. After so many years, Qin Liang would never come here today. This was the first time, and what Qin Liang said That happy birthday sentence, like a bloody taunt, cut Qin Yu's heart hard, reminding him of his childhood nightmare.

Fifteen years ago, on January 15st, Qin Yu's birthday, Qin Liang's mother jumped off the building, where their family had dinner.

Fifteen years ago, Qin Yu was nine years old, and Qin Liang was 15 years old. The 12-year-old boy didn't panic at all, didn't cry, didn't make trouble, and watched his biological mother die tragically in front of him, setting off the crowd of terrified people. Somewhat ridiculous.

Absurd picture.

After the incident happened, Qin Yu, who was in chaos, accidentally saw the woman's body. Qin Yu was so frightened that he had nightmares for half a year, and every time in the nightmares, there was Qin Liang's unbelievably calm face. I saw a psychiatrist for two years.

And Qin Liang was also arranged by Qin Lie to be admitted to a mental hospital.

Mu Song didn't know about that incident. The Qin family tried their best to block the news about Qin Liang's mother's suicide. The family didn't disclose it, which is why Mu Song didn't even know that the Qin family had an eldest son before the club. They didn't want to mention it at all, and they collectively chose to forget it. It appears that this never happened.

Qin Lie also made Qin Liang forget about it, and Qin Liang still remembered his blunt and stern tone, disgusted and irritable eyes: "Forget about this, forget about that crazy woman committing suicide, as long as you still Qin, don't let me down."

Mom said that Qin Liang cannot be a disappointing child.

The atmosphere in the kitchen was stiff and awkward, Qin Yu and Qin Liang were confronting each other - of course, this was what Qin Yu thought, Qin Liang didn't confront anyone, he even twitched the corners of his mouth, like a robot learning to smile, that kind of A strange sense of disobedience reappeared, and before Qin Yu could speak, he quickly stepped forward and pulled Qin Liang away.

They pushed open the side door on the first floor and walked into the courtyard of the villa. The cold wind whizzed past, and there was little snow outside the courtyard of the villa. They were swept away to nowhere. Mu Song found a leeward corner and let go.

Both of them wore very little clothes, Mu Song took off his coat in the villa, and Qin Liang didn't wear a coat when he went out.

Of course the wind was cold, but it also calmed down Mu Song. He originally wanted to question Qin Liang's sudden appearance, but his sober mind changed the question he almost blurted out.

He said: "I will go back after this is over, why did you come here suddenly, do you miss me so much?"

With a narrow tone, he has taken care of many boys, so the conversation with Qin Liang now, in his opinion, is nothing more than dealing with a jealous canary.

Qin Liang's eyes could not be seen in the darkness of the courtyard. After listening, he said to Mu Song calmly, "You won't come back. Qin Yu is here, and your house is opposite."

Mu Song's expression was suffocated, his tone changed instantly, and he said coldly: "What do you mean?"

"I met you when I was a child," Qin Liang said plainly, "You probably don't remember."

"When?" Mu Song was indeed a little curious, but now is not the time to talk, it's too cold outside, and the cold in the northern night of the twelfth lunar month is never a joke: "Forget it, now is not the time to talk about this, you come to Qin Yu I'm in a bad mood, Qin Liang, you go back first, I'll go back to accompany you when I'm done."

"The Qin family hates me, I know," Qin Liang said calmly, "If I'm not from the Qin family, it's okay to appear here as your boyfriend, right?"

Mu Song's face became visibly gloomy, he hooked the corners of his mouth, and said slightly mockingly: "Qin Liang, you can play the love game, you and I are both adults, and you can develop a plot of true love. It only exists in TV dramas, between us, it is a transaction."

Qin Liang blinked, then covered his forehead, as if thinking about Mu Song's words, Mu Song's eyes adapted to the darkness outside, saw Qin Liang's frown, he looked very painful, Mu Song wanted to reach out to help him , but was surprised by the worry and irritability that surged up in his heart, and his hands stopped in mid-air.

"Are you okay?" He finally said dryly.

Qin Liang raised his head and said with a playful smile, "Mr. Mu, I'm fine."

Mu Song quickly withdrew his hand, and anger crept up in his eyes: "Qin Liang, what are you pretending?"

"What did Boss Mu say? Hey, I can't even understand it." Qin Liang smiled and rubbed his arms up and down: "It's too cold, how long will Boss Mu stay outside, let's go in."

Mu Song stared at him blankly, his eyes seemed to see through him. After a long time, Mu Song said, "Qin Liang, be obedient and go back."

Qin Liang's playful expression froze on his face. At that moment, Mu Song saw the pleasing and playful expression on this man's face recede like a tide, and became calm and indifferent.

Qin Liang's pale lips parted from the cold, and he said, "Okay, Qin Liang, be obedient."

Word for word, very clear.

He turned around and walked towards the sky and night, as if the person belonging to the night had finally returned.

Mu Song's footsteps moved slightly, Zhang Zhang wanted to speak, but was stopped by Qin Yu behind him, Mu Song turned his head, the warmth and excitement in Qin's house was about to overflow, Mu Song turned cold, turned and went back to the house.

Now is not the time to talk, Mu Song thought.

But when he sat down at the dinner party, he was so upset that he couldn't eat the cake that Qin Yu brought over, so he fiddled with the fork twice and put it aside.

Sitting on the sofa in the corner, waiting for the hustle and bustle to pass, at the moment it ended, Mu Song got up and left the villa. The villa was quiet and there was no one waiting.

Mu Song remembered the car accident in the heavy rain not far from the villa, he was startled, he turned around and drove to look, the night was wet and slippery, but his car was driving fast.

The tree was quietly by the side of the road, and it became what it was before the car accident. It seemed that no one had witnessed the car accident. Mu Song got out of the car and approached, but he still found some clues. The evidence of the impact, more than a year old, has been, almost invisible.

Mom said, Qin Liang, you have to be obedient.

Qin Liang arrived at the airport.

The author has something to say:

Thank you baby for catching insects. The Laba Festival is the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, not the 28th of the twelfth lunar month. It has been revised.However, I really laughed to death after seeing the baby catching the bugs. I really always thought that the Laba Festival was the 28th of the twelfth lunar month, and in my impression, I lived on the 28th of the twelfth lunar month. Hahaha, I will be fooled and cry No, I don’t know how I grew up, so I asked my friends specifically, and I was shocked when they said it was the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month. Liang can't jump off a cliff, because he is a good boy~