cute naive

Coming out of the hotel, Song Wenyuan went home and took a shower, carefully shaved off the new stubble on his chin in front of the mirror, patted on aftershave, and straightened his short but energetic black hair. The man in the mirror was handsome Handsome, with an indifference in his eyes, he smiled at the mirror, and the indifference disappeared in an instant, and his warm smile made people look very kind.

Walking back to the bedroom, sitting by the window and calling Kang Tianzhen twice, but no one answered, Song Wenyuan looked at the phone screen, frowned, changed a shirt and walked out of the house.

The old house of the Kong family is located in an old district with a quiet environment. On summer afternoons, there is the sound of cicadas singing one after another. Song Wenyuan drove around a corner between green trees and white walls, and stopped in front of a villa that looked unattractive. Get out of the car and ring the doorbell.

When Song Wenyuan walked into the living room, several people were sitting around drinking tea. Kong Xin was wearing casual home clothes. Seeing him coming in, he waved lazily, "Wenyuan, come here, sit down and have a cup of tea."

"Boss Kong," Song Wenyuan walked over, and greeted everyone present with a polite smile, "Mr. Kong, old lady, Mr. Luo, I'm here uninvited. I hope I didn't cause any inconvenience to everyone."

Father Confucius didn’t care about world affairs after handing over the Gujin Pavilion to Kong Xin many years ago. He looked at Song Wenyuan and thought about it for a long time before he remembered that this was the apprentice from Xiaoxuanchuang opposite him. See you, you've grown so big."

Song Wenyuan smiled, "I am the same age as Tianzhen."

"It looks more mature than naive," Father Kong turned to the old lady and said, "This is Huang Xingyun's little apprentice, surnamed Song, called Song Wenyuan."

Mrs. Jiang is already a centenarian, and she is still in good spirits. She picked up the reading glasses hanging on her chest, looked at Song Wenyuan's face for a moment, and smiled, "This child is pleasing to the eye, more than naive." That monkey is much calmer, my child, your surname is Song...then who is Song Shiqi?"

Song Wenyuan said, "It's my great-grandfather."

"I guessed it right after I saw it," the old lady said to her children and grandchildren, "This child looks exactly like Brother Song, and there is no difference at all."

"My ancestors praise you," Song Wenyuan smiled modestly. He knew that the old man tended to exaggerate. From his grandfather to himself, the blood relationship has been diluted several times. How could it be the same? He said with a smile, "I am far worse than my grandfather." gone."

"It's not bad at all," the old lady was reminded of the memories of her youth, she took Song Wenyuan's hand lovingly, and looked at his face, "Look at these eyebrows, these eyes...Brother Song was a famous beauty in Nanjing back then." man."

Kong Xin complimented him sweetly, "Grandma, the most stunning person in Nanjing back then was your brother, Uncle Jiang Fengzi."

"You don't know," the old lady waved her hand, "Song Shiqi and Jiang Fengzi can be called real sons, regardless of their literary talent or spirit. Collectors, you can only be regarded as antique dealers now."

Kong Xin was demoted to nothing, rolled his eyes at Luo Zigeng, and buried himself in drinking tea.

Luo Zigeng smiled, "Although we are just antique dealers, we have been working hard."

"Just work hard." The old lady looked down on Kong Xin very much, and poked his forehead with her old finger, "You have to learn from Zi Geng, you are so old, don't eat, drink and play all day..."

"Help..." Kong Xin let out a scream through his teeth, and covered his face in pain.

The old lady ruthlessly raped her grandson, turned her head in satisfaction, and asked Song Wenyuan lovingly, "Son, what are you doing here today?"

"I'm here to look for Tianzhen," Song Wenyuan said with a smile, "I saw that he didn't eat well at the teacher's birthday banquet at noon, so I'm here to apologize."

"That monkey..." When the old lady mentioned her great-grandson, she immediately had a doting smile on her face, "He's such an old man, he still doesn't know how to eat well, and he'll scold him later."

Everyone laughed, Luo Zigeng looked at Song Wenyuan, the old lady didn't know, but he knew why Song Wenyuan came here, and said with a smile, "You must be very tired today."

"It's the last time to share your worries for the teacher, no matter how tired you are."

"Oh?" Luo Zigeng looked at him with great interest, "Huang Xingyun is a master of calligraphy and painting appreciation, you have to think about the price you will pay for doing this?"

Song Wenyuan smiled calmly, "If I don't do this, I will not be able to bear the price."

Luo Zigeng understood what he meant and nodded.

Kong Xin snorted, "You are not stupid."

Luo Zigeng patted his hand, Kong Xin shut up, Song Wenyuan's statement satisfied him, so he said to his aunt, "Go upstairs to see what Tianzhen is doing, and tell him Song Wenyuan is here."

In less than 2 minutes, Kang Tianzhen sprinted down the stairs after hearing cheerful footsteps on the stairs, turned a corner, sat directly on the handrail of the stairs, and slid down while whistling.

The old lady's blood pressure soared and she screamed, "It's too dangerous! You little thing! Fuck you!"

Kang Tianzhen rushed to the living room, hugged Song Wenyuan, and made a face at the old lady, "I've been skating since I was a child, so I'm fine."

Father Kong coughed solemnly with a straight face, "As the saying goes, a gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall. You are so old, you should know it well."

Kang Tianzhen respected this grandpa very much, and immediately bowed his head to admit his mistake, "I see."

Song Wenyuan couldn't help laughing.

Kang Tianzhen turned her head to look at him, her eyes sparkling, "Why did you come to my house suddenly?"

"Come to play with you," Song Wenyuan said with a smile, "Aren't you welcome?"

"Welcome, welcome," Kang Tianzhen nodded quickly, and pulled his wrist, "Let's go, I'll show you around, let's not bother these old guys drinking tea and farting."

Kong Xin scolded with a smile, "Little bastard, get out of here."

Kang Tianzhen dragged Song Wenyuan up the stairs. The Kong family’s villa was unattractive on the outside, but the interior decoration was extraordinarily elegant. The top-quality orchids, the walls are hung with different styles of literati calligraphy and paintings, and the Bobao Pavilion displays the subtle and beautiful official kiln celadon...

"This place seems to have traveled from ancient times," Song Wenyuan stood in the living room on the second floor, looking around, and said sincerely, "The century-old Confucius family, such a heritage, is really extraordinary."

"My great grandfather lives on the second floor," Kang Tianzhen pushed open a door, "This is his study room with a lot of books."

Song Wenyuan took a look and saw books and toothpicks on the four walls, his eyes lit up instantly.

Kang Tianzhen smirked slyly, "When your antique shop opens, I will encourage Grandpa to sell the books on behalf of him. He has many rare and rare books, even orphaned ones."

Song Wenyuan looked at him helplessly, and said that it was unusual for this guy to turn his elbows outwards so proudly, but he loved his character to death.

"Let's go," Kang Tianzhen closed the study, took Song Wenyuan's hand and walked up the stairs, "Let's not look at the third floor. It's the love nest of uncle and master. They rarely live here, and they usually don't let me in. , I guess there will be a lot of unsightly things, tsk tsk, I'm still a child."

Song Wenyuan laughed and followed his footsteps, "You live in the attic?"

"Yeah, I'm the ghoul of Ron's family."

Kang Tianzhen pushed open the door of the attic, and the two of them got into the low room. Song Wenyuan only took one look, and then burst into laughter. This was indeed Kang Tianzhen's room.

There are animation posters and a few calligraphy and paintings that he probably painted on the wall in a mess. There are a lot of broken porcelain piled up on the table, and a nanmu bed by the circular ventilation window, because the attic is too short and the top is removed. 2/3 of the bed was piled with books, and there was a picture of wild grass on the wall above the bed, with only one large Chinese character on it——饭.

Song Wenyuan sat on the bed and picked up a magazine, the latest edition of "Playboy".

Kang Tianzhen had a dull face, facing Song Wenyuan's gaze with a normal expression on his face, and asked extravagantly, "Do you like to read it? I have a lot of collections here, even the first edition, and there are special classics..."

Song Wenyuan looked at him with a half-smile.

Kang Tianzhen couldn't continue, he threw the book on the bed forcefully, and yelled, "Why are you looking at me like this? Could it be that I can't collect it..."

Before he finished speaking, Song Wenyuan pulled him into his arms and kissed him tenderly. Kang Tianzhen turned around slowly, and the two of them lay down on the bed while kissing.

Song Wenyuan poked his palm through his T-shirt, stroked his smooth waist, and set his fingers on fire.

Kang Tianzhen was obsessed with the feeling of being caressed by him, and he gasped for breath. He put his hands around his neck and responded enthusiastically to his kiss.

Song Wenyuan turned over with him in his arms, pressed on the bed, pushed the t-shirt up to his neck, and kissed his chest hungrily. Kang Tianzhen's waist was soft, and the two had never made love since they came back from Beijing. Already unable to hold back.

Kang Tianzhen looked at him with blurred eyes, "Song Wenyuan, I...I want to..."

Suddenly the phone rang loudly, Kang Tianzhen reached out to grab the phone depressedly, and cursed, "Who is so disappointing...huh? Uncle?" He looked at Song Wenyuan suspiciously, and connected the phone, "Hello..."

Kong Xin's leisurely voice came from the phone, "My family reminds me that there are condoms in the bedside table in my bedroom. I won't tell ordinary people."

Song Wenyuan: "..."

"Damn!!!" Kang Tianzhen roared, "Are you a pervert???"

Kong Xin hung up the phone.

The two disheveled people on the bed were relatively speechless idiots, Kong Xin's phone call was more effective than cold water, and instantly extinguished their high lust.

Song Wenyuan tidied Kang Tianzhen's clothes helplessly, "I lost control, and it's really inappropriate to do this in your house."

"What's inappropriate!" Kang Tianzhen went crazy, "Isn't he often oxxing at home? No, I can't swallow this, I'm going to make small holes in all his condoms!"

"Don't make trouble," Song Wenyuan laughed, "They are not afraid of getting pregnant."

Kang Tianzhen squirmed to the head of the bed, lying on the round window sill and sulking.

Song Wenyuan hugged him from behind and kissed his ear, "I just called you twice, but you didn't answer."

"How come?" Kang Tianzhen took out his phone in a daze, "I didn't hear the ringtone."

Song Wenyuan leaned over to watch for a while, and suddenly thought of something, called up the intercepted call records, and saw his mobile phone number lying in the blacklist.

The two stared wide-eyed.

Half a minute later, Kang Tianzhen jumped up suddenly and roared, "I want to fight to the death with that shameless old man!!!"

"Your uncle?"

"Who else could it be if it wasn't him!" Kang Tianzhen was furious, "I said why did he suddenly want to play with my mobile phone, and he was doing such a disrespectful thing for a long time!"

Song Wenyuan understood Kong Xin's intentions, no wonder he wasn't surprised when he first entered the door, it was in his expectation, he couldn't help but rejoice, if he didn't come to the door today to express his loyalty, he might not have a good life in the future Alright.

He smiled at Kang Tianzhen and changed the subject, "Did you have something to eat when you came back at noon? I don't think you ate much at the banquet."

"I'm not hungry," Kang Tianzhen muffled, "Master doesn't seem very happy. He came back and muttered to uncle for a long time, but uncle was very angry and told me not to go to Xiaoxuan window to play when I have nothing to do. Song Wenyuan, your teacher is here again Are you dead?"

"Yes, I made a big death." Song Wenyuan knew that Kong Xin and Luo Zigeng must have not told Kang Tianzhen the details. After all, Huang Xingyun's thoughts were too nasty, and it was humiliating to hear, so he said flatly, "My teacher has been dying. , will be cleaned up sooner or later."

Kang Tianzhen was taken aback, and looked back at him, "You want to deal with him? Song Wenyuan, are you crazy? You are masters and apprentices, what will people think of you? Your antique shop hasn't opened yet, how will you gain a foothold in the antique shop in the future? ?”

"Don't worry," Song Wenyuan smiled lightly, but he knew in his heart that he had already torn face with Huang Xingyun in the afternoon, and with his big heart and enthusiasm for Kang Tian, ​​he might not be able to gain a foothold.

Sure enough, the next day, Huang Xingyun published in the newspaper announcing the severance of his master-student relationship with Song Wenyuan. He has always been a celebrity appraiser who is willing to show his face. The master and apprentice turned their faces, it was like a wave of unrest and another wave, which added a lot of talk to everyone in the antique shop after dinner.