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After the mecha practical exam, Xia Zhihong ran into He Chuanhan who came to look for him as soon as he went out. The two looked at each other, and Xia Zhihong raised his eyebrows: "Did you do it?"

He Chuanhan smiled lightly: "I caused him some trouble and made him disappear for a while."

Although Xia Zhihong had expected it long ago, he still couldn't help but curl his lips: "It's really you."

With He Chuanhan, Xia Zhihong didn't meet that teacher Xin again in the next few exams. His mood improved a lot, and his exam status improved immediately.

After successfully completing the final exam, Xia Zhihong and He Chuanhan started to pack their luggage and prepare to go home, but this time Xia Zhihong was not going back to the home he had lived in for nearly 20 years, but a new home that he was unfamiliar with. .

Xia Zhihong's mood was naturally a little expectant and a little hesitant. After all, he was going to a strange place. He Chuanhan saw his nervousness and kept comforting him.

"Don't be nervous, there is no one else in my family except me and Marshal He."

Xia Zhihong was a little surprised: "Just you two living together?"

He Chuanhan paused for a moment, and said lightly: "We are not used to living with other people... We are not even used to living with each other. I used to try my best to go to school and live alone as much as possible."

Xia Zhihong knew that the relationship between He Chuanhan and Marshal He and his son was a bit tense, so he made a joke to ease the atmosphere: "You like to live alone, why do you still have to live with me?"

"That's different," He Chuanhan immediately changed the topic, and raised his eyebrows at Xia Zhihong, "Others are others, and you are not someone else to me."

Xia Zhihong: "...Is your father someone else?"

He Chuanhan: "For an alpha, except for his omega, everyone else is someone else."

Xia Zhihong said half-jokingly and half-seriously: "Your father will be sad."

He Chuanhan hooked the corners of his lips without any emotion, and said lightly: "On this point, Marshal He is different from me."

Xia Zhihong didn't understand: "What do you mean?"

"It's nothing..." He Chuanhan changed the subject, "Have you packed your luggage? Marshal He's special plane should be here soon." In order to take Xia Zhihong and He Chuanhan back to the [-]th district, Marshal He sent a special plane here pick them up.

"It's almost there," Xia Zhihong turned his head to look at the little penguin beside him, who was looking at the two of them eagerly, with a look of weeping, "Are you really not going to take it home?"

Early this morning, Xue Bao prepared his charger and some other accessories, ready to go home with He Chuanhan. Xia Zhihong had never seen such a self-sufficient cleaning robot, and Xue Bao was too cute. But He Chuanhan suddenly said, "You stay and watch the house".

Xue Bao froze immediately, holding his charger blankly, watching them pack their luggage.

Xia Zhihong couldn't bear it, but He Chuanhan said the truth one after another: "First of all, there is no shortage of cleaning robots in our house, so there is no need to take it home. Furthermore, our summer vacation lasts for more than a month. If we don’t leave a cleaning robot to clean regularly for such a long time, mushrooms may grow in the dormitory when we come back.”

Xia Zhihong: "... growing mushrooms is too exaggerated, right? No way."

He Chuanhan said with a serious face: "The main reason is that it is unnecessary. It's not that there are no cleaning robots in the house. They clean much cleaner than it. It wastes electricity, is inefficient, and takes up space."

Xue Bao stared at its upside-down triangle peas eyes aggrievedly, Xia Zhihong's heart was melted, he bent down and hugged Xue Bao into his arms: "But it is very cute! This alone is enough Already!"

He Chuanhan and Xue Bao stared with big eyes and small eyes, and after a while, He Chuanhan said quietly: "Do you have to take it back?"

Xia Zhihong nodded seriously: "If you think it takes up space, then I'll just keep holding it."

He Chuanhan suddenly pointed to the corner of his mouth: "Exchange terms."

Xia Zhihong pretended to be stupid on purpose: "What are you doing?"

He Chuanhan: "Kiss."

"Forget it," Xia Zhihong said, but still tiptoed slightly to rub the corner of He Chuanhan's lips, and then quickly dodged before He Chuanhan reached out to hug his waist, " Alright, the deal is done!"

He Chuanhan touched the corner of his lips unwillingly, but he could only watch helplessly as Xia Zhihong swaggered away with Xue Bao in his arms.

Soon, the special plane sent by Marshal He arrived, and someone came to carry the luggage for the two of them. Xia Zhihong carried Xuebao all the way and followed He Chuanhan on the special plane, and couldn't help expressing the emotion of ordinary people: "This Is it high society?"

Although their family is not short of money, Tang Shaohong is not the kind of person who likes to enjoy. Of course, Xia Zhihong has never enjoyed such things as chartering a plane. Although he has never longed for it before, he has experienced it for himself now, and it feels good. .

Compared with Xia Zhihong, He Chuanhan is obviously much more familiar with the road. Not only did he steal the flight attendant's job, but also helped Xia Zhihong peel fruit and pour drinks, and also helped Xia Zhihong connect to the star network to fight with Xia Zhihong. game.

Xia Zhihong was worried about the boredom of the journey, so he played "God of War" with He Chuanhan. The two did not start the live broadcast, and played freely and happily for ten rounds. Although He Chuanhan still failed to win ten games in a row, But the winning rate is gradually increasing.

After Xia Zhihong lost several rounds in a row, someone came to remind them that they had already arrived in the thirteenth district. Although He Chuanhan was still a little unsatisfied, the two quit "God of War" and returned to the real world.

He Chuanhan sighed: "It's almost a ten-game winning streak."

Xia Zhihong chuckled: "Are you sure? It won't be certain in the next game."

He Chuanhan said brazenly: "Of course, your desire to win is not as strong as mine. I won just because of this."

Xia Zhihong raised his eyebrows and was about to refute, but at this moment, the stewardess came to remind them that Marshal He was here to pick them up.

He Chuanhan paused, and said with a half smile but not a smile: "He has never come to pick me up before."

Xia Zhihong couldn't help laughing: "What? Are you jealous?"

He Chuanhan felt a little uncomfortable, but he didn't know who to be jealous of. He snatched Xuebao from Xia Zhihong's arms, and said through gritted teeth, "You've been hugging for a day, now it's my turn to hug."

Xia Zhihong: "Don't you despise others?"

"I despise it, but I don't want you to hold it all the time, it's an eyesore!"

The two descended to the ground while arguing, and they saw He Tingjun waiting not far away, and Tang Shaohong standing next to him. Xia Zhihong's eyes lit up immediately, and he rushed over quickly.

Tang Shaohong hugged Xia Zhihong: "How did you do in the final exam? How is your health recently? Have you eaten well?"

At the same time, He Chuanhan also came to He Tingjun with a calm expression. He Tingjun looked majestic, looked at He Chuanhan from top to bottom full of scrutiny, and asked calmly: "Nothing happened, right? "

He Chuanhan said indifferently: "No."

Seeing this contrasting scene, even Xia Zhihong was a little embarrassed. He stood up straight and greeted He Tingjun: "Uncle He..."

He Chuanhan also greeted Tang Shaohong, his tone was much warmer than when talking to He Tingjun.

"Hello, Uncle Tang, long time no see."

He Tingjun nodded at Xia Zhihong, and Tang Shaohong also smiled gently at He Chuanhan: "Indeed, it's been a while since I saw you. You seem to have grown taller again?"

He Chuanhan nodded: "Indeed, he has grown a little taller."

Seeing that He Chuanhan and Tang Shaohong got along well, He Tingjun nodded with satisfaction: "Okay, don't just stand here and talk, go back first."

The four of them got into the car and talked and laughed along the way. Of course, it was mainly Xia Zhihong, He Chuanhan and Tang Shaohong who said, while He Tingjun was relatively silent, only occasionally uttering a word or two, but it was still harmonious.

Soon, the car arrived at He Tingjun's villa located in the center of the [-]th District - Villa No. [-] in the [-]th District.

Villa No. [-] in District [-] is not only He Tingjun's residence, but also He Tingjun's official residence and office as the marshal of the empire. It is used for He Tingjun's office and daily living, covering an area of ​​[-] square meters.

Although Xia Zhihong had never been to District [-] before, he had seen Villa No. [-] in District [-] in his textbooks. The villas of every marshal were passed down from generation to generation. After Marshal He retired, he would move out of District [-]. Villa No. [-] in District [-], but before he officially retired, Villa No. [-] in District [-] belonged to him.

Seeing the magnificent building in front of him covering an area of ​​more than 9 square meters, he was so shocked that he couldn't speak, his eyes almost didn't know where to look.

There are still many tourists who come to check in at the gate of Villa No. [-] in District [-]. Of course, they cannot enter Villa No. [-] in District [-], but it does not prevent them from standing at the gate to take pictures.

Looking at those tourists, Xia Zhihong's mood became even more subtle. If he had traveled to District [-] a year ago, he would probably only be able to take pictures at the gate of Villa No. [-], but today, one year later, he was able to Walk into Villa No. [-] openly and aboveboard, and spend a whole summer vacation in Villa No. [-].

Exciting, really exciting.

Because there were too many tourists taking pictures at the gate, they did not enter through the main entrance, but went around to the side entrance with fewer tourists. After a series of strict security checks, Xia Zhihong finally entered this place, which he could only read in textbooks before. The mysterious place I saw.

Compared with Xia Zhihong, who was a bit difficult to adapt to, He Chuanhan was obviously much more familiar with the road. He carried Xue Bao all the way and introduced the area division in Villa No. [-] to Xia Zhihong: "Villa No. [-] is divided into four areas. , over there is the main building, where we work, and over there is the East District, where we live..."

Tang Shaohong had lived in Villa No. [-] for a while, and he was quite familiar with Villa No. [-], but he did not interrupt He Chuanhan's introduction, but looked at the two with a smile on the side.

Seeing that He Chuanhan and Xia Zhihong got along so well, He Tingjun was also relieved, and reached out to pat Tang Shaohong on the shoulder: "Now you don't have to worry, do you?"

Tang Shaohong smiled slightly: "I've never been worried."

He Tingjun was a little puzzled: "Oh?"

He is quite familiar with He Chuanhan's character. With He Chuanhan's character, it is impossible to accept Tang Shaohong and Xia Zhihong easily, so he was mentally prepared for a protracted war from the beginning. He did not expect He Chuanhan's The reaction was much calmer than he had imagined.

Tang Shaohong smiled and said nothing.

Although He Tingjun was confused, he was not ignorant. Seeing that Tang Shaohong didn't intend to answer, he changed the subject tactfully: "Tomorrow, I can take Xiaohong around the neighborhood. I can ask for a leave of absence. What do you think?" Where is better?"

On the other side, Xia Zhihong almost lost his way in the No. [-] villa. One building after another, they all looked similar. He asked curiously: "Villa No. [-] is so big, won't you all get lost?"

"Just get used to it," He Chuanhan smiled faintly, "Will anyone get lost in their own home?"

Xia Zhihong couldn't help joking: "When you lived here, did you have to drive from your room to the toilet every day?"

He Chuanhan smiled helplessly: "That's not possible, and there is a toilet in the room."

The two walked forward while chatting and laughing, and unknowingly came to the largest building. This is a red villa, which is the place where the marshal lives every day. It is called "red house" in textbooks. .

He Chuanhan wrote lightly: "This is where we usually live."

Xia Zhihong looked at the single-family villa in front of him, at the fountain in front of the villa, and at the sculptures on both sides of the fountain, and couldn't help sighing: "Isn't this too exaggerated?"

Taking a closer look, he found that the sculptures on both sides of the fountain were all great figures since the founding of the empire, including Marshal Meng, the only legendary omega marshal.

He Chuanhan stepped forward and introduced: "These are the marshals who have lived in Villa No. [-] in the [-]th district for generations..."

Xia Zhihong sighed: "It's really spectacular."

He Chuanhan smiled and said: "The place they are facing is the place where Marshal He works daily, which represents supervision and protection. Their eyes will always monitor those in power, and their heroic spirits will always guard their motherland."

Xia Zhihong commented impartially: "It's a little touching, and a little intrusive. What if the newly appointed marshal is timid and afraid of ghosts?"

At this moment, He Tingjun came forward, a smile appeared on his always serious face for the first time: "Even if you are afraid of ghosts, are you afraid of the heroic spirits of your ancestors?"

Xia Zhihong really thought about it seriously, and He Chuanhan raised his eyebrows and said: "Even if there are ghosts, which marshal didn't fight bloody battles on the battlefield? Who is afraid of such a person when he encounters a ghost?" Not sure yet."

Tang Shaohong was a little dumbfounded: "Do you have something to do? Discuss this kind of issue in front of the statues of the marshals of the past?"

Xia Zhihong quickly restrained himself, bowed solemnly and apologized: "Seniors, I'm sorry for your disrespect."

He Chuanhan and He Tingjun also bowed, and then they formally entered the red house. The interior decoration of the red house can be described as resplendent and resplendent. The most exaggerated thing is that all the decorations are real antiques. I have seen it in textbooks, and these antiques can basically be placed in museums.

He Chuanhan picked up an ornament casually, and introduced it to Xia Zhihong: "This is an ornament from when the empire was first established. It is one of Marshal Meng's favorite ornaments. It must have been there for hundreds of years..."

Xia Zhihong's heart trembled suddenly: "Hundreds of years of history? Then be careful!"

He Chuanhan hooked the corners of his lips, pointed to a crack on the ornament and said to Xia Zhihong, "Did you see this crack?"

Xia Zhihong blinked: "I see, what kind of craft is this?"

He Chuanhan said indifferently: "I fell this when I was a child."

Xia Zhihong: "..."

The corner of Xia Zhihong's mouth twitched violently: "Since that's the case! Don't be careful! Put it down quickly! It's one of Marshal Meng's favorite decorations!"

He Chuanhan argued: "Ornaments are for playing with, and this is where their value lies."

Xia Zhihong rubbed his forehead, then turned his head to look at a vase next to him, He Chuanhan immediately introduced with great interest: "That was the previous Marshal's favorite vase, it was given by an antique collector, it is said to be 1000 years old gone."

Xia Zhihong looked at the vase in front of him, which was no different from ordinary vases, and was stunned: "It's 1000 years old... just use it to grow flowers?"

"What is the vase used for instead of planting flowers?" He Chuanhan looked puzzled.

Xia Zhihong was tongue-tied: "But...but it's an antique!"

He Chuanhan shrugged and said, "But there are no vases in the red house that are not antiques!"

Xia Zhihong was speechless for a moment, then he frowned and thought: "Can't you just buy ordinary vases and grow flowers?"

He Chuanhan hooked the corners of his lips: "Are ordinary vases qualified to be placed in a red house?"

These words are so reasonable, Xia Zhihong is speechless again, yes!This is the red house in Villa No. [-] in District [-], where the Marshal of the Empire lives and works. How can those ordinary vases have the qualifications to be placed in the red house?

He rubbed his forehead and pointed to the table and chairs in the living room: "What about them?"

He Chuanhan scratched his chin: "It seems that it was left by the previous Marshal? Or was it left by the previous Marshal? Anyway, it has a history of hundreds of years."

Xia Zhihong was frightened again: "The tables and chairs with a history of hundreds of years can be used casually like this?"

He Chuanhan curled his lips into a smile: "Otherwise, do you want to sit directly on the ground? But let me remind you, this floor tile is probably hundreds of years old."

Xia Zhihong was speechless again. Villa No. [-] has a history of hundreds of years. Every piece of ground and every wall brick in the red house are all antiques!So whether he reached out to touch the wall or stepped on the ground with both feet, he was ruining antiques!

He sighed: "Then sit on the chair!"

Tang Shaohong on the side obviously understood Xia Zhihong's mood very well, he couldn't help laughing: "I was very cautious when I first moved in, but I got used to it after living for a while, don't keep thinking that they are antiques Enough."

It was rare for He Tingjun to force out a smile: "Yes, you don't have to be so cautious, just treat it as your own home."

Xia Zhihong smiled wryly: "I'll try my best..."

He looked around and found that there was no one else in the red house except for them. Sure enough, as He Chuanhan said, there were only a few robots serving them.

"Should you be hungry?" He Tingjun turned around and beckoned, and a robot wearing a chef's hat immediately delivered a hot meal.

Xia Zhihong wasn't very hungry at first, but when he smelled the aroma of food, his stomach growled immediately. The four of them sat down at the dining table one by one. Soon, the table was filled with delicious food one by one.

Xia Zhihong studied it and found that even the tableware on which the food was placed in the red house seemed to be quite old. His nerves that were excited by antiques at any time were gradually numb, and he began to feel that he would probably die soon. Can adapt to this place full of antiques.

The family of four ate and chatted, talking and laughing, and the atmosphere was quite harmonious.

Regarding this point, the only person who was surprised was obviously He Tingjun. He looked at He Chuanhan and Xia Zhihong calmly, and then at He Chuanhan and Tang Shaohong. The three of them got along well with the naked eye, which was obviously not pretending. It came out, after all, He Chuanhan didn't even give him face as an old man before, so how could he perform such a scene of harmony between brothers, brothers, fathers and sons?

He was a little puzzled, but he couldn't ask directly, so he could only continue to observe. He originally thought that He Chuanhan had grown up and matured, but whenever He Chuanhan looked at him, his expression and eyes were the same as before. The same lukewarm.

Marshal He was very puzzled.

Marshal He was very puzzled.

Marshal He couldn't eat.

Seeing this, Tang Shaohong asked softly, "What's wrong with you? Is today's food not to your taste?"

He Tingjun hurriedly said: "Of course not, but Xiaohong thinks the food here suits your taste?"

Xia Zhihong smiled and said, "It's very tasty, much better than the canteen."

Seeing this, He Tingjun quickly joined the topic as the senior of the Imperial Military Academy: "I remember that the food in the Imperial Military Academy was mediocre at that time, how is it now?"

Xia Zhihong: "It should be much better than yours at that time, but the taste is not bad."

He Chuanhan lowered his head to eat his own food, and suddenly said: "But I don't think it's as delicious as your cooking."

Xia Zhihong: "Stop flattering."

He Chuanhan raised his eyebrows and smiled.

Marshal He was very puzzled, with He Chuanhan's pickiness, would he think that an ordinary person with a non-professional chef background is good at cooking?

And Xia Zhihong actually cooked for He Chuanhan?Their relationship is actually so good?

After dinner, He Tingjun began to assign rooms to Xia Zhihong. There were too many empty rooms in the red house, but there were only a few rooms that could accommodate people. One of them was next to He Chuanhan's room, and the others required Climb a few floors.

He Tingjun wanted the two brothers to live closer, but he also knew that He Chuanhan hated others occupying his space. Just when he was hesitating, He Chuanhan said directly: "He lives next door to me."

He Tingjun was taken aback for a moment, while Tang Shaohong smiled and said, "This arrangement is quite good."

Xia Zhihong was a little hesitant. If he lived next door to He Chuanhan, wouldn't it be easy for He Chuanhan to come to visit at night?No no no!Must not!

But when he looked up and saw the expectant and approving eyes of He Tingjun and Tang Shaohong, he could only swallow the words of refusal. Rejecting at this time... seems a bit embarrassing.

So he twitched the corners of his mouth, forced a smile and said, "I think it's okay."