Wen Jiu was embarrassed to say it, but after a long time he couldn't call it out. He Lanshu was very patient and didn't force him to say it at all, but he was a little bit behind.Eating Wen Jiu's last shred of rationality.

It wasn't until Wen Jiu finally broke down and cried out, and only a low sob was left when he spoke, that He Lanshu stopped in satisfaction, and got his whole body wet in the winter.The weary Wen Jiu hugged him in her arms, stroking his back as if to comfort him, but she didn't touch the forbidden anymore.district.

——Wen Jiu is sensitive now.It's so sensational that my whole body will twitch if I touch it a little.Convulsions, even in the dream, I would frown and cry a few times, waving my hands and saying no.

When Wen Jiu fell asleep a bit, He Lanshu picked him up and carried him into the bathroom, and cleaned him gently and slowly.

It wasn't until this time that He Lanshu's anxiety eased a little.

He actually knew that Sun Jian didn't have any deterrent power, but whether it was him or He Lanshao...everyone who appeared by Wen Jiu's side, everyone who had the slightest possibility would make him feel an unprecedented crisis, which was irrelevant Trust or not, but his own problem.

He Lanshu kissed Wen Jiu's peacefully sleeping face, squinted his eyes and touched his cheek lightly with his hand, couldn't hold back and rubbed his cheek against it, finally he was not very satisfied. He closed his eyes and fell asleep in his arms.

----

According to common sense, Chinese New Year must be elated and very happy.

But Wen Jiu couldn't be happy at all - since he came back from Jiang Cong's house, he hasn't been able to get out of bed for three whole days, it's not an exaggeration at all.

Since the second time He Lanshu didn't take him in seven times, he hasn't been like this for a long time.

When he woke up the next day, he even felt worse than that time.

The muscles all over his body were clamoring for pain, and his eyelids were so sore that he couldn't open them at all—he cried for most of the night last night, and finally couldn't even utter a single sentence, all intermittently were begging for mercy and crying.

Wen Jiu lay dead on the bed for a while, looking helplessly at Wen Baikai, who was kept warm by the bed as usual, but didn't have the strength and perseverance to reach out to grab it.

He was still struggling with his mind and body, his eyes rolled slowly, and he saw He Lanshu slowly opened the door and walked in.

He didn't feel embarrassed at all... Wen Jiu gritted his teeth in hatred, and opened his mouth with difficulty, but felt that his throat was so dry and sore that he couldn't even find any saliva.

Fortunately, He Lanshu understood what he meant, and seeing Wen Jiu woke up, he went to his bed and fed him some water, a little at a time, and fed him several times.

On the contrary, it was more thirst-quenching. After drinking a whole cup, Wen Jiu felt better, but still felt not satisfied. She leaned weakly on the cushion and watched He Lanshu go to fetch him water again.

Throughout the whole day, even when he went to the bathroom, he rang the bell next to him to inform He Lanshu to carry him. Wen Jiu was embarrassed the first time and the second time, but kept her eyes tightly closed and buried her face On He Lanshu's chest, he was obviously very anxious, but he had to wait a while to get it out.

He Lanshu would gently knead with his hands at this time until Wen Jiu couldn't bear it anymore and passed it out. At this time, Wen Jiu basically even burst into tears - when the urine that has been held in for too long finally comes out, it will always be Very cool.

Later, Wen Jiu simply gave up resisting, covered his face with his hands expressionlessly, and supported the handrail on one side to solve the problem. He Lanshu, who was waiting outside, felt very regretful.

This state lasted for three days. On the fourth day, when Wen Jiu got out of bed, the pain finally stopped, and it was almost the end of the year.

There are actually not so many rules here in City B, but each circle has its own time. This period of time before the year was the time when the most visitors were giving gifts, and this period was also the busiest.

At the end of the new year, the hustle and bustle of the new year has subsided a lot, and everyone is preparing for the work of the new year.

Wen Jiu looked at the date but was a little dazed.

He Lanshu was not at home, he and Uncle Fu were the only ones at home. Uncle Fu was only taking a lunch break at the moment, and Wen Jiu was sitting by the French window basking in the sun alone, with Rhubarb and Erpang next to him.

The heating in the house was fully turned on, and Wen Jiu opened a small slit by the window for ventilation. The temperature of the sun on his body was always different from the feeling of the heating, and he sank into the chair in a lazy way.

Wen Jiu's toes shook up and down, and Er Pang, who was resting his head on it, opened up a little to look at Wen Jiu. Wen Jiu acted as if he had seen it, and said softly, "Er Pang, it's the Chinese New Year again."

Er Fat didn't know, so he patted Wen Jiu's feet with his paws and continued to sleep, but kicked his hind legs on the ground twice, and only after finding the rhubarb did he survive.

Looking at the two of them, Wen Jiu couldn't help but burst into a smile, then thought of something, and then hid it again.

Lan Lan had had a fever for several days, and Wen Xia called him this morning to say that she had retreated a bit, and Wen Jiu felt relieved, and heard Wen Xia say sorry that this year's Chinese New Year, I'm afraid I'm going to let him I went home alone.

Wen Jiu was silent for a long time before telling her that it didn't matter. He would have to pass this step sooner or later.

But after hanging up the phone, he hid here and did not move.

Wen Jiu sighed depressedly - when he married He Lanshu in his previous life, the Chinese New Year was the most painful time for him.Because no matter where he stayed, he felt very unhappy, and now that he was so heavenly, he felt uncomfortable when he thought about it.

But now, whenever he thought of the Wen family, he felt uncomfortable, and wished he would never see Wen Jianguo and Li Meimei in his life.

His mood lasted until He Lanshu came back, he was not very well, he went upstairs without eating much dinner.

He Lanshu frowned and ate a little, then ordered Uncle Fu to put it away.

"Master, I don't think Young Master Wen is very happy today." Uncle Fu looked at the position of the stairs and was very worried. He saw that Wen Jiu was not in a good condition a few days ago. After all, he came here, so he made special preparations today. Old turtle soup, chopped bullwhip and boiled it into another medicinal meal, but Wen Jiu didn't eat much of it.

He Lanshu pursed his lips when he heard the words, and went upstairs.

Wen Jiu was lying on the bed looking at the calendar in a daze, the day after tomorrow was his usual time to go home, usually Wen Xia would go back with him, and they would find a hotel to live in, every time the reason was that there was no spare room at home— ——Wen Xia and Wen Jiu lived in the same room until high school, until the two of them went out and rented a house alone, and then they all married into He Lan's family, Wen Jianguo and Li Meimei did not prepare a room for the two of them.

So when I went back, I actually had two meals together on the first day and the last day. I saw few faces, and naturally there were no conflicts. Sometimes I even really felt like a family. Come.

Wen Jiu noticed that He Lanshu had come in, but didn't have the slightest thought of moving.

He Lanshu almost knew what he was thinking just by seeing the calendar he put on the bed, so he surrounded Wen Jiu from behind and said softly, "Shall I go back with you?"

In the past, Wen Jiu never mentioned the idea of ​​taking him home. He also wanted to visit Wen Jiu's father before, but then the thought gradually faded away.

Wen Jiu's father and stepmother didn't treat him well, even Wen Jiu married him because they saw the benefits in it.

He Lanshu recalled something that Zhou Manrou once told him, his expression turned cold, and he hugged Wen Jiu in his arms a little tighter.

Wen Jiu could hear He Lanshu's meaning, he let out a sigh of relief, shook his head and said, "No need."

He is not a child of three or two years old. Li Meimei and Wen Jianguo have been together for so many years, even Wen Jianguo still has some lace outside. In the past two years, he has grown older and his health is not good, so he has gradually restrained himself.

Normally, except during Chinese New Year, they actually can't talk.

Wen Jiu was still a little depressed, so he put his head into He Lanshu's arms, and said sullenly, "I'm not happy."

"Then hug?" He Lanshu laughed, got on the bed and hugged Wen Jiu in his arms, shaking him like a mother coaxing a child.

Wen Jiu smiled embarrassedly for a while, but her mood improved a lot, and she was annoyed by looking at the calendar, so she simply threw it aside.

----

Wen Jiu was so annoyed that he didn't even want to buy anything when he went back, but he didn't expect that He Lanshu had already prepared it for him.

Wen's house is not very far from their home, but the place where Wen's family lives is still a few levels behind here, so basically they still have to go around half of the urban area.He Lanshu gave Master Wang to him, and Wen Jiu watched him personally deliver a bunch of things to the car, curled her lips and said, "Why do you buy so many things?"

He Lanshu patted his head, "After all, he is your father, and he always wants to live with face."

Wen Jiu sighed, sat in the car and waved.

He Lanshu walked to the side of the bed, bent over, and jokingly said, "Master Wang drives slowly, even if you brake suddenly, you are not allowed to jump out of the car for me, do you hear me?"

Wen Jiu shrank her neck, feeling that although He Lanshu was smiling, the smile didn't reach his eyes at all, "I know."

Only then did Master Wang drive away, Wen Jiu looked around to see if there was no one around, poked his head out and waved at He Lanshu who was standing at the door, was stared at by him, and accidentally bumped his head when he retracted.

He lay on the back with his head covered and smirked, his whole body began to tremble.

----

The thing that makes Wen Jiu feel a little more at home every year is probably his younger brother Wen Chang who considers himself a nobleman.

Li Meimei doesn't wait to see him. Every time he comes back, the first thing he looks at is the thing in his hand. If it's good, then treat him kindly. Say a few words in a negative way.

Wen Jianguo has always been good at making peace, but Quan pretended not to have heard of it—when Wen Jiu got married at the beginning, it was probably because she finally knew that her daughter and son belonged to someone else, so Wen Jianguo would try to persuade her, but in the end it turned out to be Li Meimei. Instead of talking about Wen Jiu, talk about him instead.After that, Wen Jianguo never spoke for Wen Jiu again.

So this person became Wen Chang, and it was the same this time - He Lanshu's purchases couldn't possibly be bad, and Li Meimei gave Wen Jianguo the money. In fact, the expenditure was not much, but he liked to compare.

She stays at home full-time, and when Wen Chang grows up, she doesn't know anything, so she just makes appointments with those ladies and ladies to do nail beauty, watch magazines and TV dramas every day, and study some luxury goods , there is not much preference.

This time Wen Jiu took so many things that Wen Jianguo couldn't help but ask a few more questions, his eyes were about to pop out when he saw the little golden Buddhas that Li Meimei had secretly torn apart.

He even started to panic a little, whether his son had a conflict with He Lanshu, this is the breakup fee that He Lanshu gave him.

He thought of what he had done years ago, and couldn't help but feel a little guilty. Wen Jiu put a lot of dishes on the dinner table, and asked for warmth.

Wen Jiu actually didn't want to eat the dishes that Wen Jianguo used the chopsticks he had eaten for him, so he drank some water and drinks all night. Hearing Wen Jianguo ask him this, he raised his head and suddenly smiled. He said, "Ashu said let me thank you, when you did business years ago, you made a lot of extra money for the Helan family."

As soon as he said this, Wen Jianguo's head was about to sweat.

"Then, he didn't come with you?" Wen Jianguo's face trembled twice, and he felt a slip of the tongue when he said it. Sure enough, Wen Jiu's next sentence was, "Why did he come with me?"

He and Wen Xia were sent to He Lan's house by Wen Jianguo in a hurry. The two members of He Lan's family didn't seem too keen on this matter at first. , obviously just asking for trouble.

Li Meimei stepped on Wen Jianguo's foot under the table, gave him a secret look, and immediately smiled, "Ajiu, let's not talk about this, come, your favorite crayfish."

Wen Jiu took the chopsticks that he hadn't even touched and pushed Li Meimei's hand away, and said calmly, "Auntie, I'm motion sick, so I don't want to eat."

Li Meimei stopped her hands when she heard the words, and looked at Wen Jiu, "Are you still motion sick...?"

"Yeah, I vomit every time I get in the car." Wen Jiu tilted his head, "I always feel like there is a mixture of gasoline and perfume... Shaky?"

Li Meimei's hand missed the shrimp, and it fell into the soup bowl in front of Wen Jiu.

Wen Jiu pursed her lips, looked at the few drops of soup splashed on the table, but in her heart confirmed what Wen Xia had told him.

In fact, if He Lanshu hadn't warned him not to jump off the car today, he would never have thought of asking.

Those who are thieves have empty hearts.

Wen Jiu lowered her eyelids and blew on the steaming teacup. She had just taken a sip when she heard Li Meimei say again, "Ah Jiu..."

"There's no end!" Wen Chang said, "Crack!" ’ Throwing the chopsticks in his hand on the table, he raised his eyebrows angrily, "I can't live in peace for a year, Mom! You ask here and there to check your household registration!"

Li Meimei immediately became angry, and started poking Wen Chang's arm with her chopsticks, "You little bastard! What did I ask! What did I ask! Ah?!"

Wen Chang hid twice, grabbed his phone and went upstairs as if extremely irritable, Li Meimei threw his chopsticks aside angrily and sulked, Wen Jianguo coaxed him there.

Wen Jiu's phone vibrated suddenly, he glanced at it, smiled at Li Meimei and said, "I'll go up and see him."

He took all his things before going up, obviously not planning to come down again.

Wen Chang was waiting for him on the second floor.

Wen Jiu bypassed him and walked silently to the innermost room on the second floor. As soon as she entered the door, she was choked and coughed.

The furniture inside was new, but the ground and the air were full of dust. Wen Jiu sneezed several times, and retreated in a panic, just in time to see a pile of white dust-proof cloths piled up at the door of the utility room .

He sighed helplessly, walked to Wen Chang's side and said, "I'm going out to live."

"Don't go!" Wen Chang grabbed his hand, raised his head and exposed his nose ring, "The bed in my room has been changed, and you will sleep there."

Wen Jiu slapped him expressionlessly, and he looked at Wen Chang and shrank back aggrieved, "Did you take off the big vampire poster on your roof?"

Wen Chang's eyes widened in surprise, "You wanted to take off the poster of my male god as soon as you came back!"

Wen Jiu was more surprised than him, "When will I..."

"Take it off, just take it off!" Wen Chang didn't give him a chance to speak at all, and was about to go back to the room. When he opened the door, he turned his face and saw Wen Jiu was about to go downstairs, so he rushed back and brought him into the room, " I have exposed the male god and you still have to go out to live!"

Wen Jiu covered her face, and looked around Wen Chang's room, there was no place to stay.

His bed seemed to be newly replaced. Unexpectedly, it no longer conformed to Wen Chang's previous image of being a killer. Instead, it was Wen Jiu's favorite simple style—commonly known as it.sex.cold.light wind.

On the lower bunk, there was a pile of Wen Chang's favorite CDs and snacks as usual, and there were many garbage bags on the bed that hadn't been thrown away after eating.

Wen Jiu stood on tiptoe and took a look. This is a combination of upper and lower beds, but the upper bunk is surprisingly clean, and the fluffy sheets are... small blue floral flowers?

He looked at Wen Chang like a monster, "Since when did you like this style?"

"This, isn't this what you like!" Wen Chang choked out a sentence after a long time, "I see it's like this in your room!"

...Oh, that's what Wen Xia likes, but Wen Jiu doesn't particularly like it, so she always lets Wen Xia dress up.

Wen Jiu looked at the awkward child and smiled, and couldn't help but patted his head—it felt good, "Thank you for your hard work."

Only then did Wen Chang show a smiling face, "Then you will live here tonight?"

Wen Jiu didn't refuse any more, and put the things on it.

Although the relationship between the two of them is not stiff, they are not very familiar after all.Wen Jiuquan pretended to be alone, took out a side of the four-level question and read it on the bed.

It was getting late, but Wen Chang didn't turn off the lights, he only opened his mouth carefully after hearing the sound of 'swishling' from the upper bunk, "Brother, are you asleep?"

"Not yet." Wen Jiu replied, just lying down and chatting with He Lanshu.

He Lanshu was probably still busy, and Wen Jiu opened the blog again out of boredom.

There was silence again, and just when Wen Jiu wondered if Wen Chang had fallen asleep, she heard Wen Chang vaguely, as if speaking through the quilt, "Brother, I've always wanted to ask you, Do you really hate me?"

Wen Jiu raised her eyebrows, and slowly glanced down, "Sometimes yes."

Every time Wen Chang used his handle to ask him for money, and scolded others if he didn't give it to him, Wen Jiu was so angry that he couldn't speak a few times. .

Wen Chang lifted the quilt again, his voice sounded sad, "Aren't you my brother, why don't you like me."

He didn't wait for Wen Jiu to answer, so he muttered alone, "I played with you when I was young, but you ignored me. Sister Xia also ignored me, and told me not to play with you..."

Wen Jiu followed his words and recalled his childhood - he actually didn't have much memory, he didn't remember much before the age of eight, but he knew it later, but he didn't like Li Meimei and Wen Jianguo, and he was lukewarm towards Wen Chang .

Children usually don't have many things to play with. Li Meimei loves Wen Chang and often buys him video games.Wen Jiu and Wen Xia had nothing, they could only grab Wen Chang's remaining pinballs and play in the room, and when they usually went out to play, they also deliberately excluded Wen Chang.

"Probably because you are too ugly." Wen Jiu said lightly, then turned on the phone again with lowered eyes, and continued to harass He Lanshu.

Wen Chang was probably stimulated by Wen Jiu's words, and he couldn't recover for a long time. After a long time, he suddenly jumped up, pointing at his face angrily, "How ugly am I! Look! I'm covered all over. Up and down are the most fashionable styles!"

Wen Jiu glanced at him indifferently, "Go and find the photos of you when you were young, and the photos of me and my sister."

Wen Chang didn't understand what he meant, but he also found a photo album in his own cabinet and handed it to Wen Jiu.

In Wen Jiu's memory, he never had a group photo with anyone in the Wen family, so when he opened the photo album, he was really surprised - the photo album wasn't too big, but most of them were children's selfies.

In the distance, there is a man and a woman, two children who look like porcelain dolls are playing. A chubby boy with a flat face like Garfield is smiling and taking pictures with tears in his eyes. 'V' gesture.

Wen Jiu picked it up and looked at it. It was still very immature handwriting, and it was neatly written stroke by stroke: April 3188, [-], my birthday, I celebrated with my brothers and sisters.

Wen Chang, who was below, was short and didn't even see Wen Jiu took the photo, and was still shouting angrily, "Say it yourself! How ugly am I!"

Wen Jiu put the photos back calmly, flipped through them pretendingly, found one at random and handed it to him, "Look at the above, which one is ugly and which one is good-looking?"

That one is of Wen Jiu, who is already in high school, and Wen Xia, who is in college. Both of them are dressed as young teenagers, both of them have black hair, and they are wearing school uniforms issued by the school. They are as fresh as a spring breeze.

Behind the two of them, behind the telephone pole, there was a man with an afro head and holes all over his body. Wen Chang looked at him for a long time but didn't see where he was. Finally, he gave a 'tsk' in disgust. , "Who is that SB who is following you, look at how poor he is..."

"It's you." Wen Jiu looked at Wen Chang with a smile, and pointed to the purple, blue head mixed with red, green, black and yellow hair, "Didn't you call your little friend to block us on the road that day?" , Do you want to single out?"

Wen Chang: "..." What the hell?

The author has something to say: the poor little QVQ who is even more pitiful than Ah Jiu, the little chubby boy with a flat face and explosive head, his miserable childhood can only be photographed secretly crying, oh, so miserable.

Tap the screen to use advanced tools Tip: You can use left and right keyboard keys to browse between chapters.

You'll Also Like