I quietly watch you play

The photosensitive gallery lights outside the window automatically extinguished, and the faint skylight penetrated through the gauze curtains. The room was dark but there were no dead spots for shadows. This was the brightness that Zhou Wei felt comfortable with.

There was a faint sound of cat meowing, and Zhou Wei was extremely exhausted. He sank into the big soft bed and wrapped the thin quilt from his feet to his chin, and quickly embraced the fluffy, chubby 1.5-meter-long chinchilla pillow with his hands and feet. Fall into a deep sleep.

In the dream, there was something soft and soft in his arms, it was snow white without a trace of variegation, the voice was milky like a baby, the soft pads were sweeping back and forth on the neck, meow~

"Little boy, come on—" Zhou Wei murmured, waving his hands and stroking the top of Totoro's head.

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Jiang Xiaoqi has cultivated a strict biological clock for a long time, and must open his eyes before six o'clock.

His sleeping posture is also regular, lying on his back, the air conditioner is placed on his abdomen, and his arms are along his side.

I opened my eyes and looked at this strange field of vision for a while, the elegantly shaped crystal lamps on the ceiling, the simple and smooth decorative lines at the corners, the walls painted in a delicate vanilla ice cream color, and the elm furniture with only varnish with natural texture... This A relaxing and comfortable setting, but not a home.

Jiang Xiaoqi sat up, the muscle lines on his bare shoulders and arms tightened with the movements, and the smooth curves extended all the way to the close-fitting cotton threaded vest, beautiful but not stretched.

He moved his bruised left ankle and removed the only uncomfortable bandage. The wound had scabbed over. Jiang Xiaoqi swallowed two pills from the medicine box on the bedside table, got up and went to the bathroom to wash.

I didn’t feel it when I first came here yesterday, but now I’m surrounded by the scent of sea salt. It’s the smell of shampoo in the bathroom. Body odor from sweat.

Jiang Xiaoqi doesn't like any decorative smells. The laundry detergent and bath products he usually use only choose the most common citrus fragrances. That's because there are only products for pregnant women that are fragrance-free.

He washed his face with water, and turned on the exhaust in the bathroom. The smell was inexplicably annoying, and he could even notice the physiological phenomenon of breathing, which existed all the time.

The old man sleeps less and gets up early, and when the meal is set, Jiang Xiaoqi is the first to go downstairs to accompany his grandparents.

Jiang’s breakfast is full of Chinese style. Shrimp dumplings, steamed buns with multigrain porridge and appetizers, but pies are free for foreigners, whoever eats it, the hotel buffet breakfast is average.

It was Sunday, and Mrs. Jiang asked while eating: "Xiaoqi, do you have to go back to school tomorrow? If the class is not tight, you can stay here for a while, your eldest brother, have they given you a place to live?"

Jiang Baichang's children are all married and have children, and they each live alone. Only Jiang Xiaoqi, the youngest son, is still studying, and he doesn't seem willing to live with his father.

The Jiang family is prosperous, but they are genetically "independent". No one likes big families living together, and even the grandchildren are eager to separate out as soon as they grow up.

"There is an elective class to be taught tonight." Jiang Xiaoqi ate quickly, and now he had put down his chopsticks: "I also helped the professor with a municipal project, and the plan will be finalized before the end of the year."

Jiang Bairu was relieved, and smiled at his wife: "When the courses in the Department of Architecture are not tight, the all-night study room at Danyang University is just for them!"

"Morning, grandpa, morning, great grandma," when they said this, Jiang Yourong came down from upstairs, greeted the two elders with a tired voice, caught a glimpse of Jiang Xiaoqi, and asked reluctantly: "Morning, uncle."

Jiang Yourong is the eldest son of Jiang Xiaochao, Yu Lai's brother, seeing this little uncle trying so hard to please the old man early in the morning is naturally very uncomfortable.

Jiang Yourong sat at the round table for dining in the Jiang family's old house, and Jiang Yourong sat down on the chair separated from Jiang Xiaoqi, and answered with a snort, "I know that my uncle has worked very hard, and the house that uncle bought for you next to Dan University is almost finished, right? "

He scooped up the porridge, with a contemptuous arc on the corner of his mouth: "I heard from Xiao Yuan'er that you just chose a place with a flat price of one hundred? That place is not a dragon vein with good wind and water. You really know how to do it for me." Uncle save it!"

Jiang Yourong made a joke of his low vision and ignorance. This kind of country boy raised by a small family has never seen big money. He thinks that a house of 800 million is worth the sky, and the lion's big mouth is nothing more than a meow. He saved Jiang Xiaoteng's life, but he couldn't even bite off the bloody skin on Jiang Xiaoteng's fingertips, so he thought he had gained a great benefit.

Fortunately, his surname is also Jiang, so what is the difference between choosing this house and begging for food!

You must know that the Jiang family has no custom of buying houses for the younger generation, Jiang Xiaoteng is repaying his life-saving grace, even if he asks for a courtyard house in the root of the imperial city, it is not an exaggeration.

To be poor/forced is to be poor/forced——

For most of Jiang Xiangyi's life in the ups and downs of the business world, she could hear the subtext when the boy opened his mouth, and stared at him with a tiger's face. The kindness that had been separated by two generations had no deterrent effect, but instead was spoiled because of love.

Jiang Xiangyi also felt that something was wrong, and asked casually: "It's always inconvenient to live in the school, since you've moved out, choose a comfortable place. Your elder brother is a real person, you have to talk to him if you need anything. Don't be embarrassed. He has a lot of things to do and is prone to neglect. Yanying is busy taking care of Xiaonian and can't get away—"

"It's already very good." Jiang Xiaoqi met Jiang Yourong's gaze, and responded calmly: "Now my mother is in the hospital, and there is someone to take care of her. These are all arranged by my elder brother. I still want to go back when she is better and can be discharged from the hospital." Bitan, I don’t plan to stay in Danyang for a long time. If I’m alone, I’m old enough.”

The members of the Jiang family either spoke warmly and caringly to him, or joked and ridiculed him, but none of them took the initiative to mention Jiang Zhen.

They don't mention it, but he mentions it.

Without Jiang Zhen, there would be no extra Jiang Xiaoqi, and Jiang Xiaoteng, the top member of the Jiang family, might be gone soon!

When Jiang Zhen was mentioned, everyone was embarrassed in tacit understanding. Fortunately, Jiang Younian was led in by the housekeeper and nanny at this moment, and changed the topic in time.

Seeing Jiang Xiaoqi, the housekeeper was startled strangely, as if he was a little surprised that he appeared in the restaurant early.

"You...your foot...wound..."

"It's ready." Jiang Xiaoqi didn't want to talk about it.

The housekeeper was afraid that he didn't get along with this little Mr. Jiang, so when he saw him, his brain twitched, and he said awkwardly: "Master Zhou... last night he..."

Jiang Xiangyi looked at this and then at that, Jiang Xiaoqi's eyes were equipped with freezing skills, Jiang Yourong swallowed the porridge and smiled, after a little thought, he also knew that those stinky boys who were familiar with him were for this new little uncle. The tripper was in trouble.

The old man sneered: "These bastards! When I come again, I will teach them one by one. Xiaowei loves to play, and he led his younger brothers and sisters to be monsters since he was a child, but he has a good temper, and his family pampers—— —”

Boom!

The peacemaker on the old lady's side didn't finish, and Yu Nian's side had already broken a cup, making a fuss and refusing to eat properly.

"The shape of this juice cup is wrong," the nanny held the napkin to wipe the coconut milk on his clothes: "Do you still have the set I brought over last time, the one with the bell..."

Most autistic patients are slow to respond to external information, but they are obsessed with certain details. For example, a slightly different tableware for eating will trigger their anxiety.

The butler trotted to change the cup.

Jiang Yunian slapped the dining table with both palms, whining indistinctly and aggrievedly, with a distorted expression.

Next to him, Jiang Yourong was annoyed by this idiot cousin. Since the old man was not in good shape, he pushed the porridge bowl back into the chair, avoiding the rattling dining table, with a look of impatience.

Jiang Xiaoqi reached into his trouser pocket, took out a flattened paper ball, grabbed the four corners to tidy it up, and restored it into a crumpled three-dimensional long-eared rabbit.

This was folded by Zhou Wei coaxing Yu Nian to play with him in the porch last night. After the banquet was over, he threw it on the ground somehow and was even stepped on by someone.

Jiang Xiaoqi pushed the rabbit towards Yu Nian, and pushed it a little closer.

Yu Nian stared at the wrinkled rabbit, stopped his hands, stopped humming, and stared at the rabbit quietly: "Brother——"

The old lady let out a sigh of relief. Although she knew that her precious great-grandson's illness had happened more than once, she couldn't face it calmly as an old man, and she was always worried.

Jiang Xiangyi stroked Yu Nian's back, unable to laugh or cry: "Xiao Nian, that's your uncle, your little uncle, not your elder brother."

Jiang Xiaoqi got up to leave, only he knew that the brother Jiang Younian was talking about was not calling him.

"Uncle, if you watch me change my clothes..."

Jiang Xiaoqi was suddenly shocked, suddenly felt that "little uncle" was such a lethal title.

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"Mr. Xiao Jiang wants to order something. Now there are jujube paste soft cakes and sweet-scented osmanthus cakes. Coffee and milk tea can be made fresh. Soon, there are juices..."

The cook Xiaoshang, who was busy preparing lunch in the kitchen, thought that Jiang Xiaoqi was hungry and came looking for some snacks, so she ordered a bunch of clever Taihu slices as if to name the dishes.

Jiang Xiaoqi glanced at the kitchen, which was more spacious than his rented house, and said embarrassedly: "I want...to cook a soup here, is there any suitable ingredients? Chicken or coel bone—"

"Yes, yes!" Xiaoshang hurriedly opened the oversized refrigerator to inspect for him, counting the layers of fresh meat and vegetables inside like a commander: "There are black-bone chicken and three-yellow chicken, here are pork ribs and lamb ribs, Coel bone... oxtail okay? It just arrived this morning."

Jiang Xiaoqi choked on the smelly rich man, and picked out a pack of decomposed black-bone chicken and a box of middle-section yam: "These are fine."

The black-bone chicken has been dismembered, and the beauty and ugliness cannot be seen. Even the yam is only taken from the most even and smooth section, which is really luxurious!

He rolled up his sleeves and took a stainless steel vegetable sink from the shelf, and took apart the food preservation box.

Xiaoshang was dazed for a while, and quickly grabbed the kitchen knife from Mr. Jiang's hand and waved it: "This, this, this, we can do it, how can you do it yourself... Otherwise, you can just sit here and direct whatever you want. I'll get you a chair—"

Jiang Xiaoqi stared at the kitchen knife, motioning her to calm down: "I'll go to the hospital to see my mother later, she is weak, I just want to bring some soup...you put the knife down first."

"Oh!" Xiaoshang rubbed her hands on the apron: "So I went to see my wife, you should have said it earlier! Ala is best at making light soup, so I guarantee you can eat it!"

"...Young masters don't think it tastes good. In fact, light soup can highlight the deliciousness of the ingredients and the craftsmanship of the master..." Xiaoshang looked as if he had met a close friend: "Yes, there are super good wolfberries, we must put them in. A little! What about Dangshen? Angelica, Poria cocos, do you want to add one..."

Jiang Xiaoqi would rather be the hands-off shopkeeper, and hastily escaped from the kitchen.

The author has something to say:

Uncle...

To shut up!