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When Meng Liangren returned home, the heating was turned on in the house, and his face stiffened by the wind finally calmed down a bit.

I thought it would be quiet, but when I entered the door, I heard the clanging of the kitchen. Cong Rong was busy wearing an old sunflower apron. There was a small notebook on the cleaning table. Eye.

He leaned against the door frame, and the tight strings in his heart loosened slightly.

Seeing that Cong Rong's oil was fried, he hurriedly poured the vegetables into the pot. After frying for a few times, he remembered to add salt. He measured it with a porcelain spoon for a long time, and the pot burned again.

After a dish was finished, the boy was already sweating profusely.

In his impression, Cong Rong has always been very calm.

His father was an old friend of Meng's father, who died unexpectedly later.The mother became a drunkard, and it didn't matter if the mother and child starved for a sip of wine. Later, Meng Zhe came to the door and took him back to Meng's house.

At the beginning, he was two years older than Meng Liangren, but he was half a head shorter because of malnutrition, and he was taciturn, but Aunt Gui took pity on this child very much. Apart from Meng Liangren, he was the one who took care of him most carefully, so he Gradually cheer up.

But he is too good, once the rough jade is polished, its brilliance shines, illuminating the stubborn stone of Meng Liangren to nothing.

Later, Meng Liangren thought about it, probably in the first year of high school, he and Xu Shangwen were out fooling around, got drunk that day, carried the little girl back to the apartment, and was about to give away his virgin body in a daze, In the end, Cong Rong came to give him something, and when the bedroom door opened, his eyes met.

Suddenly angry, ashamed and angry, he threw a pillow over and shouted, "Get lost!"

The next day, he didn't want or dared to see him, so he went straight to his eldest brother. Although he was eating, drinking and having fun, he never asked Meng Zhe for anything. This was the first time he asked for Cong Rong to be kicked out of Meng's house.

Meng Zhe agreed, and asked Cong Rong to move out of the apartment under the name of Meng's family, and also changed schools.

I didn't know it later, when I saw him again, it was Meng Liangren who was kicked out of the house, looking for a job to make ends meet, and he couldn't be more depressed.

A pungent smell came into his nose, and Meng Liangren couldn't stand it, so he sneezed hard, startling Cong Rong, who coughed and said, "Si Shao, the pepper chokes you, go sit outside .”

Meng Liangren turned around and went to the living room, and turned on the TV. They were all advertisements to welcome the new year, but at least the house was noisy.

Two dishes were served, the stir-fried cabbage was a bit black, and the spicy tofu was mushy.

Cong Rong observed Meng Liangren's expression and said, "Just take a bite, if it doesn't work, let's call the hotel again."

Meng Liangren picked up the chopsticks, took a bite and said, "No need, let's eat."

Cong Rong's eyes lit up, he smiled slightly, and also took a chopstick, eating it in his mouth and couldn't help feeling discouraged.

"Let's go down, I'll call."

"No need. Some people's food is a hundred times worse than yours, so I'm still going to eat it."

"……Who?"

"You don't even know me after I tell you." Meng Liangren held the vegetables, thinking who else could be there, himself.

At the end of the year, other people have a lot of things to do. Meng Liang stays at home, watching TV and surfing the Internet every day. Cong Rong seems to be fascinated by cooking. He spends most of his time in the kitchen every day, making rapid progress and talking more. In the huge house, it was not as deserted as expected.

In the blink of an eye, it was thirty, and Cong Rong was ambitious to make a New Year's Eve banquet, and asked Meng Liangren if he wanted to go out with him to buy ingredients.

"Where is the door open at this time?" Meng Liangren said impatiently, but he changed his clothes and went out with him.

I wandered around for an entire afternoon, and when I came back near dusk, I saw lights in the house.

Is it recruiting thieves?The two looked at each other, leaned over cautiously, checked the door lock, there was no sign of prying it open.

While thinking about it, suddenly the door opened from the inside, and Meng Xuan said from inside, "What are you doing sneakily? I don't know how to come in."

As soon as the door was opened, the lively and warm atmosphere overflowed. There were cartoons on the TV, and Meng Zhe sat on the sofa and opened a magazine. The kitchen lights were on, as if he was cooking something.

He was in a daze for a moment, and when he entered the door and put on his slippers, Meng Zhe looked up at him and asked, "Where did you go?"

"Shopping." Meng Liangren looked around, "Aren't you guys staying at Zhou's house to watch the new year?"

"Changed my mind temporarily." Meng Zhe closed the magazine, pondered for a moment, looked him squarely and said, "Meng Junhe..."

"...The third child is upstairs, go and have a look."

Meng Xuan was walking into the kitchen, so he stood still and quietly observed his expression.

Meng Liangren's heart trembled and jumped up quickly.

Regardless of Meng Zhe's suspicion, he walked upstairs step by step, as if very slowly, but also as if fast.Putting his hand on the doorknob, he turned it lightly, and saw the broad but thin back of the young man.

The curtains were hung, and the beautiful sunset outside rushed in and sprinkled on his shoulders.

Meng Liangren blinked, his eye sockets were sore.

He has never been so sure as he is at this moment that God reborn him just to prevent everything from happening again.

The young man stood up when he heard the door open, and turned around.

Meng Jun put down the drawing board, ran over to hold him back and said, "Little uncle."

Meng Liangren came back to his senses, lowered his head, held the child's fleshy hand, and asked, "Who is this?"

Meng Jun said, "This is third uncle, little uncle?"

Meng Xu pressed his hand on the desk, he nodded shyly, "Hello, I'm Meng Xu."

"I'm Meng Liang, you should call me fourth brother."

Meng Xu stammered, "Fourth...fourth brother."

The door was knocked twice, three people looked over, Meng Zhe stood at the door and said: "Fourth, come with me to the study."

Meng Liangren glanced at Meng Xu, turned around and left with him.

After closing the study door, Meng Zhe sat behind the desk, thought for a while, and said, "Before, you were the fourth in the family, and we all said that it was to commemorate the unborn child of Aunt Xin."

Meng Liangren said, "It's actually because of him."

"Yes." Meng Zhe glanced at him. "He and I have the same mother as Meng Xuan. Because his mother had dystocia, he was sickly from birth. He developed a high fever when he was nine years old. Although he had sequelae, he is not a fool."

"I don't think he's a fool."

Meng Zhe's eyebrows stretched slightly.

Meng Liangren was silent for a while, and said, "If there is nothing else, I'll go out first."

Liu Mengzhe was sitting alone in the study when the phone at the corner of the desk rang suddenly.

"Eldest Young Master." The old housekeeper's tone was still flat, but he showed a little worry, "Has Fourth Young Master met Third Young Master?"

"I've seen it. This year we are staying at home to watch the New Year's Eve."

After the first day of the new year, Meng Xu stayed at home for ten days. Because he was always sick and had a generous personality, his family and servants took extra care of him.

Even Meng Jun is willing to be with this new uncle, only Meng Liang is silent.Meng Zhe and Meng Xuan thought it was because he hadn't fully accepted it, so they didn't care too much.

After Chinese New Year, after dinner, Meng Jun followed the maid to see the tulips in the greenhouse.

The flowers had already withered, Meng Jun looked through the glass thermostat, and suddenly asked the maid: "Why can't one just like one person?"

When the child asked such an obscure question, the maid was stunned: "This... is like a flower. When it blooms, it's not just for one person to see."

Meng Jun put his palm on the glass, looked at the lonely tulip leaves, and said after a while, "Then throw it away."

The maid was taken aback again: "Throw it away?"

Meng Jun gave an "um" and frowned his thin eyebrows: "I don't like it anymore."

The maid looked down and saw his expression, and couldn't help but feel moved.

This child, in this appearance, really looks like a young man.

It was already nine o'clock when Meng Liangren, Pan Tao, and a few rich men came back from having fun outside, and was given some wine, half calm and half drunk.

Back to the bedroom with one kick deep and one shallow kick, when the door opened, Garfield jumped out of the closet, and it also grew into a big cat.

The quilt bulged, and Meng Jun sat up, rubbed his eyes and called, "Little uncle."

Meng Liangren smiled, took his clothes and went into the bathroom to take a shower.

After washing, he returned to the bed covered in water mist. Meng Jun came over and hugged his waist. Meng Liangren didn't bother to pull him away. He pinched the child's face and asked him, "How is Uncle Three treating you?"

Meng Jun nodded: "Okay, third uncle is kind to everyone."

Meng Liangren said: "Well, he is good to everyone." Feeling tired, he patted Meng Jun's head: "Put the quilt on yourself." He fell back and fell asleep.

Meng Jun pressed the light switch beside the bed, pulled up the quilt to cover the two of them, and nestled into Meng Liang's arms.

The young man's arms were very clean, and he habitually put his hands on the child's back in his sleep. In the quiet darkness, Meng Jun grabbed the buttons of his clothes, listening to the sound of his gentle breathing, and slowly fell asleep.