When the storm took the script

This year's Spring Festival came very early, Sheng Junqian was on vacation early, but the Sheng family and his wife signed up for a foreign trip. If their daughter-in-law hadn't come back this year, they might just have a video chat with Sheng Junqian and have another son along the way Big red envelope.

Zhao Duan has been raised by Sheng Junqian a lot during this time, and has been sticking to him tightly since he came out of the airport, for fear that the crowd would disperse the two of them, not only that, but he also specially wore Sheng Junqian's clothes , blue and white down jacket, black jeans and white sneakers, it looks very youthful.

"Am I handsome?"

"Handsome." Sheng Junqian was pestered and asked a hundred times by him all the way, no matter how good his patience was, he responded perfunctorily and squeezed his hand, "If my parents are not satisfied, I will bring you Can you elope?"

The parents of the Sheng family returned to their hometown after retirement, guarding a Chinese medicine garden, usually tending flowers and plants, and occasionally going out to travel around the world.

When the two entered, one was sitting and reading a book wearing glasses, and the other was busy in the kitchen.

Zhao Duan was very cautious in front of Sheng Junqian's parents. He thought that even if he didn't hate him, Sheng's father and Sheng's mother would be upset if he abducted his son. After all, his online reviews are really dirty ...

But fortunately, the Sheng family husband and wife have not changed much from before, except that the years have left some marks on their faces, their demeanor is more easy-going and gentle, not scary at all.

Only then did Zhao Duan timidly walk out from behind Sheng Junqian. The New Year's goods bought by the two had been sent back a few days ago. Even so, Zhao Duan did not come empty-handed.

I gave Dad Sheng a set of tea sets.

Mom set of skin care products and jewelry.

The two knew that the value must be no less than five figures, but they still happily accepted it.

Mother Sheng welcomed him in with a smile: "Xiao Zhao."

"Well." Zhao Duan pulled down the scarf on purpose, exposing his entire face, hoping that they would recognize him as the little Zhao Duan who almost became their child.

But Sheng's father and Sheng's mother didn't have any big expression fluctuations.

Zhao Duan was a little disappointed, and blamed his unreliable parents in his heart. It was fine if he gave birth and didn't raise him, and if he didn't give birth well, it was easy to recognize multiple moles.

He was feeling lost, and Mama Sheng asked, "How old is Xiao Zhao?"

Xiao Zhao muttered for a long time: "32."

"It's 32..." Mother Sheng and her son looked at each other, "Should have made a lot of friends, right? Like Lin Can, Zhang Miaomiao and so on."

Lin Can was the queen that Zhao Duan was guarding at the press conference before, and Zhang Miaomiao was also a queen under his company.

Some idle and flustered netizens once arranged for Zhao Duan the twelve concubines of the Six Courts of the Three Palaces. One of the two was dignified and generous and firmly held the position of queen, and the other was the coquettish and sexy concubine who favored the sixth palace.

"Auntie, I don't have one, I like men..." Zhao Duan recalled the series of scandals he had with male celebrities, and hurriedly made amends, "I, I only like Sheng Junqian!"

Mama Sheng looked at him and said nothing.

Zhao Duan was in cold sweat, and didn't know how to explain it for a while, so he subconsciously grabbed Sheng Junqian's hand for help.

Sheng Junqian shook his hand instead: "Mom, don't bully him."

"Okay, okay, your mother, I just want the signatures of these two people, so as not to bully your little boyfriend." Mama Sheng gave him a blank look, and entered the room with the jewelry.

There was a layer of cold sweat under Zhao Duan's thin sweater. After Sheng's mother left, he was at a loss for a while and didn't know what to do. Sheng Junqian had to drag him to his room and pour him a glass of water to drink.

The floor of the room is not stained, it can be seen that the aunt has cleaned it in advance, and there are posters of celebrities that Zhao Duan does not know on the wall. Sitting on the bed and holding the water, his hands are shaking: "I am scared to death."

Sheng Junqian laughed at him: "No prospect."

"cough."

A cough made Zhao Duan almost spit out the water in his mouth.

Father Sheng walked in wearing glasses, no different from a few years ago, still very personable and very like Sheng Junqian at this time, he knocked on the door and said to his son: "Your mother asked you to buy a bottle of soy sauce. "

Sheng Junqian wanted to take Zhao Duan to go together, but his father stopped him and gave Zhao Duan a self-seeking look. Seeing him standing in a military posture with his hands stuck to his trousers in a panic, he couldn't help laughing: "I'll be back soon .”

After finishing speaking, he closed the door and left.

Father Sheng pulled a chair and sat in front of Zhao Duan, adjusted his glasses, and his brows and eyes became more kind. His tapping on the table was an unconscious action, but it still put a lot of pressure on Zhao Duan: "You Zhao Duan?"

This question was very strange, Zhao Duan had a small flame of hope lit up in his heart, he looked up at Father Sheng: "Do you know me?"

"Ah, I heard that he runs an entertainment company?" Father Sheng asked suspiciously, "Is it my student? I don't remember that there is someone as good as you among my students."

Zhao Duan's little flame went out: "No..."

Father Sheng saw how reserved he was, so he asked a few more casual questions, and showed him his physical condition, "How can you be more worn out than an old man at your young age, before I leave, I will give Junjun a detailed recuperation Plan, you have to take good care of it in the future."

Zhao Duan nodded fiercely, don't worry, Dad, your eldest son will spend his whole life with your younger son.

But these words can only be kept in the heart, in fact, it is not a big deal, let them forget that there was such a small fate more than 20 years ago.

Although a little disappointed, this is already very satisfactory for Zhao Duan.

From the moment she owned Sheng Junqian, she was very complete.

Father Sheng sat for a while and neither of them said anything, so he went out and gave him a photo album, and suddenly said, "Xiao Duan, do you want to see Jun Jun's childhood photos? You even hugged him."

"Okay——" Zhao Duan suddenly came back to his senses, and his whole body froze in place. His hands were shaking so much that he couldn't even hold the photo album. He looked up and stared at Father Sheng motionlessly, "You, you know..."

"I wasn't sure just now." Father Sheng spread the photo album on his lap, "I'm sure now."

Zhao Duan looked down, and his tears fell down quickly.

He really never expected that the first photo of the Sheng family's photo album was a family portrait. In it, he was nine years old holding the infant Sheng Junqian, and the Sheng family couple stood beside him. He was the silliest smiler among all the people. Junqian was different, he had a serious and sullen iceberg face since he was a child.

Zhao Duan couldn't stop his tears. Fortunately, the photo album was an old one that was inserted in a plastic bag, or else his crying method would have ruined it long ago.

Sheng Junqian opened the door and came in and saw that Zhao Duan looked like this. He glared at Dad Sheng without asking anything.

Father Sheng was so stared at that he wanted to cry, he never thought that a 32-year-old would be able to cry so much. When he saw his son coming in, he heaved a sigh of relief and quickly closed the door and left.

"What's wrong, why are you crying like this?"

Zhao Duan has never cried so much before. He wanted to speak but found that he couldn't speak at all. His tears kept dripping down, and he kept wiping them with the back of his hand, but the flow was still continuous, like a faucet turned on.

Sheng Junqian was afraid that he would cry out, so he wiped him with a pack of tissues while stroking his back to comfort him, and laughed at the way: "Why do I cry more and more when I grow up one year old."

Zhao Duan ignored him, kept pointing at his photo, and looked at him with tears.

"I'm jealous." Sheng Junqian said with a smile: "Although this little brother is very good-looking, he must not be as cute as you."

Zhao Duan gave him a fierce look, pointed to himself, and then to the photo.

After going back and forth like this several times, Sheng Junqian suddenly remembered what the brothers said at that time: There was a couple who wanted to adopt Zhao Duan.

When he was a child, Sheng Junqian was bullied and blackmailed by the seniors for half a month. Because his parents were busy, he endured it all the time. Finally, one day he was even robbed of his breakfast money, and fainted at school due to hypoglycemia.

At that time in the hospital, my parents said that I almost brought you an older brother. If my older brother is here, our family Junjun will definitely not be bullied.

what.

It turned out to be Zhao Duan.

It turned out to be Zhao Duan...

Fate is really wonderful. The parents of the Sheng family rescued the little Zhao Duan. Because of Zhao Duan, Sheng Junqian was bound by the system to be reborn, and he went around a big circle to save him again. Isn't it a natural couple, destined?

Sheng Junqian suddenly believed in the existence of gods in this world at that moment: Zhao Duan, really, I believe it now, you are probably the daughter-in-law sent to me by God.

Zhao Duan cried for half an hour before recovering. Sheng Junqian flipped through the photos from a long time ago beside him, and said to him, "This is my elementary school graduation photo. This little girl with ponytail likes me. This little chubby guy likes ponytails and always bullies me."

"If you were here, I wouldn't have to run so fast every time he made an appointment with me." Speaking of this, Sheng Junqian laughed, "Later, my dad forced him to learn boxing, and he found a retired man. My old master, that old man is so ruthless, all the tears I shed in my life were during that time."

"This picture was taken by my mother. She was with the school beauty in high school. My mother was afraid that I would not find a wife. She wanted me to fall in love with a girl when she saw a girl."

Sheng Junqian buried his five fingers in Zhao Duan's hair and combed it for fun: "If you were here, I would go to the first year of high school and try to jump a few more levels, then you should be in college. I will pull you and mom out of the closet, and you will block it." In front of me, and tell them that you abducted me."

"And then. Parents may be angry, but as long as we persist, we will definitely agree as we do now. Children who grow up under their noses, they must be at ease. They wish we could digest it internally. They can go out and travel around early. world."

Sheng Junqian shook hands with him, "So, don't think too much, no matter how the timeline develops, you and I will definitely be together in the end."

Zhao Duan couldn't hold back, and rushed forward to kiss the tears on his face.

Sheng Junqian clenched his fists that were ready to move, because he suspected that his snot was still mixed in.

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On New Year's Eve, the tradition of the Sheng family is to make dumplings together.

Zhao Duan is very virtuous, and the whole process of chopping vegetables and making juices is not so attentive. At first, Sheng's father and Sheng's mother were only a little suspicious of him who had the same name and surname, and his age was still suitable. The original leave without saying goodbye.

Now that everything is said and done, the three happily making dumplings look much more harmonious than Sheng Junqian who is sitting on the side and acting as the shopkeeper.

During the Spring Festival, Zhao Duan has never been so lively with his family. Outside the glass window, there are fireworks and deafening firecrackers. Inside the house are trivial and boring parents. The fireworks exploded into the sky together.

Sheng Junqian leaned comfortably on the sofa and watched the sketches over the years, peeling two peanuts from time to time and feeding them into Zhao Duan's mouth.

"You can pack one too." Zhao Duan said, "It's not auspicious to eat without wrapping. It's very simple. I'll teach you."

Mama Sheng snorted coldly: "Don't call him, he will be messed up if he doesn't work hard and doesn't distinguish between five grains."

Sheng Junqian was also not angry, and fed Zhao Duan a piece of milk candy, and had time to tease him: "Doraemon is delicious, or this one."

"It's all delicious." Zhao Duan was very obedient in front of his parents, and Mama Sheng, whose ears were reddish, wanted to pinch it twice.

Zhao Duan changed the subject: "Didn't Sheng Junqian know how to cook by himself?"

"It's just him." Sheng's mother chuckled, without giving her son any face, "If you ask him to make dumplings, he may not be able to make one dumpling in an hour. The dishes must be the same, the skins must be the same thin, and each circle must be the same size. I can't wait to get a dumpling." Compass ratio paintings, this family would have starved to death if they had only depended on him."

Sheng Junqian washed his hands, sat behind Zhao Duan and smiled softly in his ear, "To be honest, my obsessive-compulsive disorder is not that serious. When I was young, I would deliberately find trouble when I wanted to play. Once I find it, Mom will never play again." Don't work for me."

Zhao Duan clicked his tongue twice, as expected of you.

Sheng Junqian thought again: "If you were at my house at that time..."

Zhao Duan squinted at him: "Will you take care of me if I'm here?"

"That's not true." Sheng Junqian hugged his hand, squeezed it together with his movements, and said with a smile, "I'll pester you and let you teach me how to make dumplings just like I taught you how to write."

Zhao Duan's face immediately performed in front of the Sheng family what it means to turn red in a second.

With the oil bottle around, Zhao Duan's work efficiency was greatly reduced, and Sheng's father and Sheng's mother couldn't bear to be forced to eat dog food, so they told them to leave quickly.

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Baishi Village is not big, but if you want to walk on foot, you will have to walk for a day before you can almost finish shopping.

It is not a happy thing for Zhao Duan to revisit the old place. He only came back once when he grew up, which was to rebuild his grandma's tomb, and then vowed never to come back again.

Sheng Junqian didn't specifically tell Zhao Duan that he wanted to go home and have a look, he just walked wherever he wanted, and said that this was originally an elementary school, which was later demolished, and that he once secretly wrote bad things on the wall and taught him to punch old master.

Zhao Duan gently touched the mottled bluestone walls, and for a moment he seemed to overlap with Sheng Junqian's youth.

Unknowingly, the two actually wandered to Zhao Duan's house.

In order to treat grandma, the house had already been sold to someone else, but now the family has left, and the inside is empty, covered with weeds half the height of a person, quite like a haunted house.

Zhao Duan suddenly became interested and wanted to go in and have a look.

The two stepped on the bricks and climbed over the wall. Fortunately, there were no glass shards placed on the wall to prevent theft.

Zhao Duan thought that he would be sad when he came back again, but in fact, when he knew that he and Sheng Junqian were in the same village and very close, he was completely relieved of the place that brought him suffering , and feel flattered that this place is really a treasure land of geomantic omen, which has raised such good people as the Sheng family.

Zhao Duan opened the way ahead, trampled all the weeds under his feet, and said to Sheng Junqian enthusiastically:

There used to be a persimmon tree planted here, but unfortunately it was sour and astringent, and he hadn't eaten sweet ones for several years.

There is also a horizontal line carved by him on the wall, which is his height at that time, but unfortunately it has been repainted and is no longer visible.

There are still chalk writing behind the iron gate, which is not very good-looking. Zhao Duan whispered that it was written for a friend when he was a teacher. Sheng Junqian laughed at him that this teacher must not have a teacher qualification certificate, and there are typos.

The two climbed up the room noisyly, sat on the roof and watched the stars.

Zhao Duan pointed to the sky and said: "It's brighter than the city. When I was young, I lay in my grandmother's arms and listened to her telling me stories. The little old lady also likes to sing."

Sheng Junqian said: "What are you singing? Twinkle twinkle bright?"

"No." Zhao Duan coughed twice, looking for a tune, "Grandma, listen to me! My cousin, countless...forgot."

Obviously ran away and went to grandma's house.

Sheng Junqian didn't expose him, and he was familiar with this song. There are no two old people who like to sing "Red Lantern".

Zhao Duan was incredible: "Then I'll listen to you singing."

Sheng Junqian was very talkative, and he sang it stupidly in order to coax the idiot.

Zhao Duangun laughed uncontrollably in his arms, stretched out his hand to touch the moon, his dark eyes didn't blink, and suddenly asked him: "Sheng Junqian, I'm not really bad, am I?"

"No." Sheng Junqian looked at the place where his finger pointed, "Sometimes you are bad, sometimes you are good, but there are many good things. If the two are offset, Zhao Duan is still a good person."

"That's good, that grandma should live in the moon now, maybe she is teaching Chang'e how to make moon cakes." Zhao Duan's eyes were gentle, and he smiled slightly, "She told me that as long as I am good, she will be happy forever." Watch me in the moon."

Fireworks exploded, like a galaxy waterfall falling in the night sky.Sheng Junqian stretched out his hand as if to catch the stars, and said with a smile, "Yes."

Zhao Duan suddenly pulled him to stand up: "Now I will tell grandma to let him look at you too."

After speaking, he put his hands together in the shape of a trumpet near his mouth, and shouted loudly: "Grandma!"

"He's Sheng Junqian, I'm not an unwanted child anymore!"

Sheng Junqian stood aside and didn't yell like him. He silently hooked the moon and Grandma Zhao in his heart. If I don't treat Zhao Duan well, you can ask Wu Gang to come down and chop off my head with an axe.

"Sheng Junqian." Zhao Duan's face suddenly turned red, and he looked at him eagerly.

Sheng Junqian: "What's wrong?"

Zhao Duan took out the ring from his clothes: "To be honest, we haven't known each other for a long time, but I just can't help but want to lock you up. Here, this ring is for you."

Sheng Junqian was both surprised and touched. He didn't know what to say for a while, but the fool in front of him hurriedly found himself under the steps: "You should be the same as the necklace and bracelet I gave my aunt. It doesn't mean anything else. .”

"Okay." Sheng Junqian said angrily, "I accept it, so you can call me dad?"

Zhao Duan:? ? ?

Sheng Junqian squinted at him: "Isn't it the same as Auntie?"

Zhao Duan was dumbfounded: "..."

Sheng Junqian pinched his face, rubbed it like a jelly candy, and asked him with a straight face, "Is it the same?"

"It's not the same, it's not the same." Zhao Duan grinned and said ecstatically, "I use it for a marriage proposal."

Sheng Junqian put the ring in his pocket: "I'm investigating, and I'll wear it when I calm down."

Zhao Duan has a deep understanding of his stinginess, and he is afraid that this investigation will not be buried with him, so he reminded him aggrievedly: "Then don't lose it."

The two sat on the roof for a while, and Zhao Duan saw a family watching "Spring Festival Gala" through the window of the courtyard next door.

He coughed twice to imitate the host inside:

It's another season of snow drifting by, and another year of increasing life expectancy.

When the farewell bell rings back on the earth, when the festive fireworks bloom in the starry sky, a brand new spring is coming to us...

Sheng Junqian clasped his ten fingers with one hand, and pinched the ring in his pocket with the other, yes, the new year is here...

Back home, Sheng’s father and Sheng’s mother just brought the dishes to the table, Zhao Duan is afraid that he will not be able to change his nervous habit, he will eat fish if he asks him to eat fish, after eating he feels that it is not elegant, chew it, chew it anyway swallowed.

After the New Year's Eve dinner, Sheng's father and Sheng's mother didn't pay much attention to the custom of keeping the year old, and fell asleep at about 10:[-].

It was also the first time for Zhao Duan to watch the Spring Festival Gala with others, and he watched even the boring sketches with great interest.

Sheng Junqian yawned several times, feeling that time should not be wasted on such things, and finally carried Zhao Duan back to the room.

The TV in the living room was off.

The host is counting down the Spring Festival.

"3."

"2."

"1."

The streets and alleys are filled with lights and festoons, full of people's laughter and laughter, firecrackers are fired, and fireworks are gorgeous and lively to welcome the new year.

And in Sheng Junqian's bedroom.

When the two were stuffed under the quilt, Sheng Junqian asked Zhao Duan to put a ring on him with his mouth, and put the first firework of this year in his body.

Sheng Junqian kept moving, opened the curtain and asked in his ear, "Are the fireworks beautiful?"

Zhao Duan was too embarrassed to say anything, so he bit him several times: What a fart!

The author has something to say:

Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah I changed 16 times and finally unlocked it! ! !

There is one more chapter, the end of Zhao Jingcheng should be over, let Xiao Sheng and Lao Zhao be brought out to give everyone a happy new year! (It's too early...)

I don’t know if you still want to watch the episode?

看重生到老赵被囚禁？还是老赵和小盛一起长大？感谢在2020-08-0822：49：09～2020-08-0923：48：38期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦～

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Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!