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When Du Ze is in a bad mood, he has to be coaxed. This is something Zhang Zhuo has known since they were roommates. Coaxing him will strengthen the relationship between the two of you, so why not do it.

So Du Ze's dinner was finished in Zhang Zhuo's arms. Even though he was so depressed that he didn't want to eat, under Zhang Zhuo's sugar-coated cannonball strategy, he opened his mouth obediently with his red eyes open, twisted the fabric in the quilt and fell silent. It didn't take long before he started to blush: "It's okay."

The sound of their breathing could be heard in the quiet room, Zhang Zhuo and Du Ze put their heads together: "Go to Grandpa, don't talk about your mother."

"Yeah." Du Ze nodded obediently, "I won't say anything." He understands the stakes, and if he said it, he would spoil the old man's interest, so it's not worth it.

As much as the old man was satisfied with Shen Shuyun before, he hates this woman so much now. Of course, his son is also at fault.

But now the two are separated, the son is not too old, and it is not a problem to live alone, so I talked to Du Ze on the phone and asked him to mention the sequel: "You and your father have a good relationship, please persuade me."

Du Ze felt that this matter was mysterious enough. Du Jianping didn't show the slightest emotion of "I'm empty" or "I'm lonely". Instead, he returned to the old man and went home more often.

"I think this matter is tricky." Du Ze turned himself into a detective and took the opportunity to ask Dad Du when he got back.

Dad Du didn't want to say it at first, but seeing his son staring at him, he coughed twice and said, "You really think too much, I'm so busy outside, and I have to do things when I come back, you said how tired I am."

Du Ze looked troubled: "Father, although you are so 50 years old now, you don't... don't have that need?" Having no children doesn't mean you can't use it.

However, Dad Du shook his head bluntly: "I don't have extra time to think about these things. Even if it's to relieve my emotions, I think sleeping is more reliable than it."

"Abba, you are a saint."

Dad Du heard something unusual: "It turns out that this is the case with you and Zhang Zhuo."

"Ah, why did you suddenly mention me and Zhang Zhuo?" Du Ze was so anxious that he even forgot to call his father.

"Young man, your father and I are also here at this age, I understand."

What do you understand.

Du Ze lowered his head to play with the dog. The old man hadn't come down from his nap yet. The gifts he and Zhang Zhuo gave were very sympathetic to the old man. They also stuffed a big red envelope for each of them.

In line with the priority of red envelopes, Du Ze patted his pockets, of course he was happy.

In the afternoon, the old man went downstairs wearing brand new clothes, and the nanny was busy in the kitchen for dinner. The dinner for the birthday star was comparable to the New Year's Eve dinner.

In fact, it is because the son is unable to celebrate the New Year at home every time he marries a wife, so every time it comes to the old man’s birthday, the family will have a lot of fun, and the degree of reunion can be said to be another Spring Festival.

But this year without Shen Minzhi's family, it looks a bit deserted, not only her family is missing, even Du Ma and aunt are gone.

The old man went downstairs and saw that the house was full of men, he felt sorry for the wall and said: "Our house has too much yang energy."

Du's father had a heavy look: "Dad, why are you so naughty at this age."

"Wait a minute, your Grandpa Song is here to take a family portrait for us."

Du Ze stood aside and raised his eyebrows: "Grandfather always takes a family photo when he celebrates his birthday."

Zhang Zhuo said, "Isn't it Chinese New Year?"

"No, because we can't all get together during the Chinese New Year. You are free, and he is not free. Our family takes pictures on Grandpa's birthday." He said and took out the photo album for Zhang Zhuo. Du Jianping was taking pictures when he was a child. , a photo every year can be said to record his growth process, from the first group photo of the three to the family later, from the aunt who never entered the camera to the generous smile sitting in front of the camera, a total of more than seventy Zhang is the record book of three generations of grandparents growing up.

"Grandpa Song is also an old acquaintance of Grandpa's. Every time he helps us take pictures."

Zhang Zhuo looked at him and said, "This year is the first year I joined this album."

Men in love are fools, Du Ze narrowed his eyes and smiled, "There will be many next years."

Zhang Zhuo didn't speak, Du Ze boldly stepped forward to kiss, one kiss wasn't enough, so he tried to understand it carefully, but just when he wanted to stick out his tongue, the old man spoke behind them.

"Young man, look at the occasion."

Du Ze was so frightened that he immediately sat back on the sofa to watch TV, not to mention stealing a kiss, and now he doesn't even dare to hold hands with Zhang Zhuo.

After three o'clock in the afternoon, Grandpa Song, who took the photo, came. Shen Zhiang was a little younger but also an elderly man. I heard that he was enjoying his blessings in the store now, and he usually helped to take some ID photos or something.

Shen Zhiang sat in the middle, Du Jianping and Du Ze were on both sides, and Zhang Zhuo sat next to Du Ze.

It's not easy for four people to arrange seats, but now they can only sit like this.

"There are a lot fewer people this year."

The old man smiled and smoothed the folds of his clothes: "There are still many people who should be missing, so let's take pictures like this." Then he hugged the cat in his arms, and the dog given by his grandson sat beside his lap, very obedient.

"Look, is the painting in the center above our heads right?"

Grandpa Song made an OK gesture: "It's right, you've been asking for decades. If it's not right, I'll definitely tell you."

Zhang Zhuo looked up, and it was the peony painting that had been brought out of the old man's bedroom.

"1, 2, 3."

"Okay."

"That's my grandma." Du Ze and Zhang Zhuo explained in a low voice when they moved the painting back to the old man's bedroom.

Standing in front of the painting, Zhang Zhuo was fortunate enough to observe it up close. The peonies in the painting are beautiful and lifelike, and every stroke is the love of the old man for his dead wife.

"They are very affectionate."

Du Ze rested his head on Zhang Zhuo's shoulder, feeling quite nostalgic: "I haven't seen her but I have seen photos. Grandpa loves her very much, and I envy their relationship."

"Are you still envious?" Zhang Zhuo squeezed Du Ze's fingers, lowered his head and kissed him with a smile, "I'm not envious."

Du Ze's eyes narrowed into a line with a smile: "I found my favorite, besides I reluctantly accept you, who else would want it."

He probably forgot that when he was jealous before, Zhang Zhuo said, "You are ashamed to say that."

"I have nothing to say, cute and innocent, I am the cutest."

Zhang Zhuo had nothing to say, he would be killed if he was shy, and he would be killed if he was not shy, he was so confident.

"Hey, why don't you come down, come and take a look at the photos!"

Du's father shouted on the stairs, and Du Ze went downstairs with Zhang Zhuo. The four people in the camera were sitting upright, and everyone was very energetic. Du Ze saw him shaking hands with Zhang Zhuo. Feeling inexplicably embarrassed when he was holding his hands, he pursed his lips and pushed back: "Grandpa Song takes very good shots every time, I am very satisfied."

The old man flipped through the photo albums from previous years, feeling filled with emotion: "This photo album must be kept."

Old man Song fiddled with the camera, and answered, "Not only keep it, but also put dozens of photos of birthday stars in it."

"Then I will become an old monster, and I won't even be able to hold a brush."

Listening to the bickering between the two old men, Du Ze and Zhang Zhuo clasped their fingers together, looked up and smiled at each other, and stood in front of the old man together.

"Grandpa, happy birthday."

Du Jianping also stood up at this time: "Dad, happy birthday."

This year's birthday is not as lively as in the past, but it made the old man feel at ease from the bottom of his heart. His eyes gradually blurred: "Be happy every year, be happy, and you should be happy too."

Du Ze laughed, the joy in his eyes couldn't be concealed: "It must be happy, and not only this year, but also the next year..."

Zhang Zhuo held Du Ze's hand tightly, and said, "Every year from now on, we will celebrate your birthday, and every year will be good."

Du Ze blushed, "It's alright."

"Yes, fine."

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