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I heard you want to see your parents? (~￣▽￣)～

Happy White Day everyone?

When the two went to the parking lot to pick up the car, they ran into an old acquaintance.

He was half a head taller than Zhuang Shihuai, and his brows were five points similar to Zhuang Shihuai, but Zhuang Shihuai was obviously softer.

The man was still wearing a thin coat on a hot day, and when he was talking to people, he tilted his head halfway, his chin slightly tilted up, with a domineering look, cold from the corners of his brows to the tip of his eyes, that kind of eyes full of ridicule and malice Turning back and forth between Zhuang Shihuai and Lin Xiaoyuan, finally landed on the necklace around Zhuang Shihuai's neck.

The look in his eyes reminded Lin Xiaoyuan of some kind of poisonous snake for no reason, and he couldn't help feeling sick. He had an impulse to peel off the skin that was similar to Zhuang Shihuai. He always felt that these eyebrows, eyes and nose growing on this person were an insult.

"Boss Zhuang is so excited, the weather is so good to go out on a date?" Lin Xiaoyuan subconsciously wanted to stand in front of Zhuang Shihuai.

Zhuang Shihuai didn't look at that person at all, and was about to leave if he teased Lin Xiaoyuan.

"I went to the hospital to see sister Yirou in the morning."

Hearing this, Lin Xiaoyuan suddenly remembered the conversation between Andrew and Zhuang Shihuai in the car last time. He finally knew why he looked familiar to him. He should be the legendary cousin.

Zhuang Shihuai really didn't want to talk to him at first, but Zhuang Shikai insisted on provoking him with Zhuang Yirou. He sighed, and just about to speak, "Peng", Lin Xiaoyuan had already flipped Zhuang Shikai on the hood of the car, pinching him with one hand neck.

The attendants and assistants all shouted, rushing up to fight.

Lin Xiaoyuan's eyes were red: "What the hell are you saying again?" Zhuang Shikai was so breathless and his mouth was stiff, he sneered back: "Tsk tsk tsk Mr. Zhuang really has a good dog, isn't the handsome guy still studying? Mr. Zhuang's bed Is it easy to climb?" Before he finished speaking, Lin Xiaoyuan punched him hard on the right cheek—several people jumped on him but couldn't stop the runaway Lin Xiaoyuan, Zhuang Shikai was so painful that he cursed the people around him as trash.

"Lin Xiaoyuan—" Zhuang Shihuai called him softly, and Lin Xiaoyuan stopped.

Zhuang Shikai straightened up, half of his face was bruised, he shook off the hands of others who came to support him, and showed a smug smile, as if mocking Lin Xiaoyuan for not being able to do anything to him.

Lin Xiaoyuan felt that this person's mind might not be very good, and he couldn't see that he stopped not because he couldn't do it, but because Zhuang Shihuai was worried, and he had sworn not to make Zhuang Shihuai worry.

Not once.

So he stopped.

Although he was unwilling, Lin Xiaoyuan thought, it doesn't matter, he will have plenty of time to deal with that person in the future.

The assistant answered the phone and hurriedly whispered something into Zhuang Shikai's ear.

Zhuang Shikai's complexion changed, he turned around and walked away after thinking about it, but he was unwilling to add a sentence: "Oh, right, grandpa called today and asked me to have dinner with you later, do you think I should go or not?" Zhuang Shihuai was calm Said: "Whether you go or not, I will give you something to eat."

Seeing Zhuang Shikai's shit-eating expression when he left, Lin Xiaoyuan wanted to laugh.

Zhuang Shihuai rubbed his head and said, "Grandpa also called me this morning and asked me to have a meal when I'm free."

Lin Xiaoyuan pawed at the car door and waited for the next sentence.

Zhuang Shihuai got into the car and turned on the air conditioner, ran outside and lit a cigarette and stood for a while: "I told him that I want to bring a friend."

Lin Xiaoyuan pouted: "Oh, then you can take your friends there."

Zhuang Shihuai pinched out his cigarette, tilted his head and lay on the car door, with an aggrieved look: "I didn't bring other friends there."

Lin Xiaoyuan always has the illusion that this person has recently practiced arrogance and arrogance.

Over the next few weeks, the pair's lives returned to normal.

Lin Xiaoyuan forgot to apply sunscreen because he was too confident at the beach that day, and as a result, a layer of skin was peeled off on his back, which was red and itchy. He couldn't help scratching when it itched, and he couldn't stop scratching. During the day Caught at night, even when cooking and eating, Zhuang Shihuai had to find aloe vera gel to apply it for him in the end.

As a result, Lin Xiaoyuan, an unbelievable thing, lay on the sofa, and when Zhuang Shihuai pressed and patted his back twice, he reacted, sparks flashed from the top of his head to the bottom, and he jumped up and ran to the toilet in a hurry.

Zhuang Shihuai thought he was not feeling well, and walked around anxiously through the door panel.

Lin Xiaoyuan squatted on the toilet for a long time, and could only answer him with his face covered in two words—urgency to urinate.

His uncle, this is not medicine, it is clearly life-threatening.

The next day when I wanted to paint again, Lin Xiaoyuan didn't say anything, shaking her head like a rattle: "Don't worry, I have rough skin and thick flesh, it will be fine after a while!" Zhuang Shihuai frowned: "But if you don't paint, you will be fine at night." I couldn't sleep well, and I woke up when you rolled over."

Lin Xiaoyuan felt sorry for him, and gritted her teeth and suggested: "How about I move to the guest room?" Zhuang Shihuai's face changed, he turned his head and left, and finally said angrily: "It's okay, sleep on the mattress. There are no extra quilt covers and pillows for you. .”

Lin Xiaoyuan smirked behind her back, feeling that the skin had shed so well, and he was willing to shed a few more layers.

Zhuang Shihuai and the old man made an appointment for three weeks to visit, and Lin Xiaoyuan was always thinking about it.

It means a lot to him.

Lin Xiaoyuan's family is in a special situation. Relatives and friends around her have long since lost contact with Lin Wei because of Lin Wei's bad deeds. Her mother's family even lamented that she had no way to teach her daughter. When Lin's mother was pregnant in October, she was kicked out of the house, so Lin Xiaoyuan has never experienced any family gatherings since she was a child, let alone meeting her elders.

In his imagination, the Zhuang family should be the kind of rich family with strict family education and a clear hierarchy. Every word and sentence must be considered carefully. That's why there are both well-educated Zhuang Shihuai and vicious people like Zhuang Shikai. People, the so-called grievances and grievances between rich and powerful families-this is how it is played in TV dramas.

So Lin Xiaoyuan attaches great importance to this matter, he pondered for a long time, and finally came to a conclusion that "it must be formally dressed and have proper etiquette".

This made him restless after being free-range for more than ten years, so he would send messages to Zhuang Shihuai every once in a while.

I don't have a suit.

Do you want to keep silent when eating at home?Can you teach me etiquette?what does your grandpa likeShould I have extra gifts?Who else will be there that day?what do i call themWhen Zhuang Shihuai received the news, he was either in a company meeting or busy at the embassy, ​​but he would stop working as soon as the screen turned on.

If the team is reporting at this time, they will stop and wait for him, because they think that the person who can make this unsmiling boss feel like a spring breeze when replying to the news must be a particularly important and ruthless character.

Zhuang Shihuai could smell Lin Xiaogou's trembling look through the screen, so he smiled and typed quickly: You don't have to do anything, just bring yourself with you.

Lin Xiaoyuan finally listened to Zhuang Shihuai's words, chose the most approachable casual clothes to put on, obediently put herself into Zhuang Shihuai's pocket and followed.

The number of people who went to Mr. Zhuang's house that day was less than Lin Xiaoyuan imagined. Besides Zhuang Shikai, there was a middle-aged woman whom he didn't know. The appearance is also the same.

There was a benevolent old man watering flowers in the corner with a kettle. He wore a pair of presbyopic glasses, his temples were gray, and he looked peaceful. He was wearing a shirt that was a little whitish after washing.

The moment the old man looked up, Lin Xiaoyuan almost thought he was seeing Zhuang Shihuai 50 years later.

Calm and gentle.

"You said what's the use of serving these broken flowers every day? You can't serve them well. You don't want to let you find someone who specializes in flowers. Now it's all right, a room full of ants!" The woman chattered beside her.

Zhuang Shihuai frowned and took off his coat on the hanger, and went to pick up Lin Xiaoyuan's again.

The old man put the kettle away, went to the kitchen to wash his hands, and greeted them: "Come on, don't hesitate to come and sit down."

He waved to Lin Xiaoyuan.

Lin Xiaoyuan straightened his back: "Okay, okay! Grandpa is good!" Everyone in the room looked at him in surprise, and he almost slapped himself: "No, Mr. Zhuang, Mr. Zhuang is good!" The old man laughed happily , as if you don't mind at all.

Zhuang Shihuai went to the shoe cabinet to get two pairs of slippers, and handed them to Lin Xiaoyuan: "You wear my pair, I wear them for guests."

Zhuang Shikai was nestled on the sofa, playing video games with headphones plugged in, without even looking at them or talking to anyone else.

His mother expressly hinted several times, only in exchange for a few big eyes from this person.

The old man asked Lin Xiaoyuan to sit down, and he chose a seat as far away from Zhuang Shikai as possible.

There are a few photos pressed under the glass of the coffee table in the living room, black and white with yellowing, and two of them have some stains on the corners.

Most of these are group photos or at least two-person photos, only the one in the middle is a beautiful little girl with shofar braids, bangs, big watery eyes, and long eyelashes. The big flowered jacket is too earthy, but it can still be seen that it is a beautiful woman.

The little girl sat upright on the small bench, with her hands on her knees and her back straight. She looked cute and cute. Behind her was a typical small bridge in the south of the Yangtze River.

Lin Xiaoyuan felt that the little girl fit his eyes and was subtly familiar, so he took a few more glances, but Zhuang Shihuai was coughing fakely, with an unnatural expression on his face, and the old man smiled happily.

Lin Xiaoyuan looked at Zhuang Shihuai, looked at the photos, compared them back and forth several times, and finally realized when he saw the mole under the corner of the little girl's eyes in the photo, and almost laughed out loud.

The old man took out the photo and looked at it carefully with his reading glasses: "This photo was taken when Shihuai was 4 years old. His mother liked to raise him as a girl since he was a child. Shihuai was also born handsome. At that time we lived in In City B, the neighbors all know each other, but boys always come to play with him, and some say they want to marry him when they grow up.

Later we moved to the United States, those boys probably didn't know that Zhuang Shihuai was a boy with handles until now. "

City B is a famous water town in the south. Lin Xiaoyuan didn't expect Zhuang Shihuai to be from the south, but it's not surprising to know, because Zhuang Shihuai has a gentle tenacity in him, which is quite different from the leisurely and heroic men in the north.

Lin Xiaoyuan glanced at Zhuang Shihuai with a smile: "Well, if I were them, I would definitely want to marry him too."

Zhuang Shihuai stared back at him fiercely.

The old man didn't know if he could hear the turbulent undercurrent, and he babbled on a lot of past events, but most of them revolved around Zhuang Shihuai and his parents, and Zhuang Shikai's mother and son looked very ugly beside him.

"Dad, don't make it look like there is only one grandson in Shihuai. Isn't there a big living person here?" The old man seemed to have not heard, and he seemed to be tired, waving his hands and walking into the house: "Oh, no more! Having said that, when you get older, you will be nostalgic, and if you say it, it should be annoying."

Lin Xiaoyuan smiled and said, "I don't mind it, I think it's interesting, I wish you could say more."

Zhuang Shihuai leaned over and whispered to him: "The old man has always wanted Ye Luo to return to his roots. He is homesick again."

Lin Xiaoyuan nodded: "It's understandable."

While the two were talking, the old man had already set up a dragon gate formation on the balcony. He opened the go and shouted loudly: "Come on, young man, can you play chess?" Lin Xiaoyuan stammered back: "Yes, you can play very badly." .”

Zhuang Shihuai put on white gloves to deal with the dying flowers on the balcony, and hinted that Lin Xiaoyuan would go in to accompany the old man.

Mr. Zhuang lowered his head and looked at him through the gap on the lens: "Oh? Then what kind of chess do you play well?" Lin Xiaoyuan said honestly: "Flying chess."

Zhuang Shikai didn't know what was funny when he saw something, so he laughed out loud with headphones on.

Lin Xiaogou: Brother, I still want to see you braid your shofar (p≧w≦q) Zhuang Meiren: I heard that you think the guest room is more spacious?

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