Hades will not accept

Shen Yu was ignorant, but he also understood his husband's words. Obviously, the more he wore the bead string, the clearer his mind became, and it was easier to study, that's right. Getting more confused?

Shen Yu's birthday will be in the first month of the new year, and he is considered an adult at the age of 16. Seeing that his reading and writing skills have made great progress, his family members began to discuss his marriage. I have no spirit.

He walked to Jiang Yixing's side courtyard dejectedly, and saw that the man was sitting in the middle of the courtyard simmering soup, suddenly he was in a very bad mood.

Jiang Yixing rolled up his sleeves, glanced at him, and asked while adding firewood, "What's the matter, you look listless."

Since Shen Yu got this string of beads, he has practiced calligraphy very quickly, and he can almost read ten lines at a glance.It's just that under this rapid progress, like a price, he has to do something that makes his hands and feet weak almost every day.

Although he was apprehensive, he was inexplicably happy.

"come over."

Jiang Yixing waved to him, and he walked to Jiang Yixing's side and sat down on the stool.

"What's the matter?" Jiang Yixing saw his rare irritability, smoothed the hair on his back, and asked softly, "Did you get scolded?"

Shen Yu looked up at him, sighed, then lowered his head, and said sullenly: "Father and mother want to arrange a marriage for me."

Jiang Yixing paused, and almost turned over a casserole pot, he casually said: "Isn't it pretty good, at your age, it's time to talk about marriage."

"Then Mr. is in his twenties this year, why hasn't he married yet?"

Shen Yu stood up and asked him back, he was only a palm away from Jiang Yixing, Jiang Yixing realized that the little fool he met for the first time more than half a year ago had grown so much taller, and looked more and more intelligent, his eyes seemed to be filled with a clear spring , juicy and juicy.

Jiang Yixing couldn't hold back and raised his hand to pinch his cheek, saying, "Mr. has a sweetheart and doesn't want to get married."

"Sir, why don't you marry your sweetheart?"

"Mister's sweetheart is still young."

Shen Yu was silent for a moment, feeling that he had eaten jujubes in his mouth, and the roots of his ears were so sore. He asked, "How old is your sweetheart?"

The soup in the pot was probably ready to simmer, Jiang Yixing stopped looking at him, focused on the casserole, took a spoonful of it, put it in his mouth, blew it, brought it to him, and said with a smile: "The soup seems to be ready, you Try it."

Shen Yu didn't drink, took a step back and asked again: "How old is your sweetheart?"

Jiang Yixing blew the cold soup himself and took a sip, smacking his lips and saying it was a bit sour.

"The good pork bone soup, why is it sour..." Shen Yu muttered twice, seeing that Jiang Yixing ignored his question, he asked again: "Sir, how old is your sweetheart?"

Jiang Yixing simply spread out a pen and ink on the table beside him and began to write.

He wrote for half an hour, and Shen Yu stood beside him for half an hour, without saying a word, staring at him angrily, looking at his writing from time to time.The weather hadn't turned warm yet, so he stood motionless until his feet were stiff, and his body was chilled by the wind, so he didn't even move a step.

The soup in the pot was almost boiled dry, Jiang Yixing put down his pen, picked up the paper on the table and shook it, and said with satisfaction: "Well...this is a perfect gift for Xiao Yu as an engagement gift."

Shen Yu felt that he had never been so angry before, even if Jiang Yixing said that the letter in his hand was for him, he would not be happy.

His hands and feet were almost frozen, and his face was ugly. He was going to ask one last time, and he left after asking.

"Sir, how old is your sweetheart this year?"

Shen Yu's tone was extremely restrained, and if he could restrain himself, Jiang Yixing could hear the emotions in his heart clearly.

"He is about the same age as you, and he was also born in the first month of the lunar year. His birthday will be in two days."

Jiang Yixing put away his pen and ink, as if he just remembered the pot of soup, walked to the fire and looked down, "Hey, why did you boil it dry for me? There is still some left, Xiaoyu can drink some?"

He greeted Shen Yu while filling the soup, unexpectedly Shen Yu didn't know where the courage came from today, said in a hurry that there is no need, turned around and left.

Jiang Yixing smiled, and the spoon in his hand almost fell into the pot.

In the next few days, Shen Yu came to the side courtyard as usual, but every time he came, he didn't have a good face. Jiang Yixing asked him how the appointment was going, and he replied perfunctorily that he didn't know, so he "concentrated" on reading.

On this day, Jiang Yixing decided to cure Young Master Shen's temper, which is known for his knowledge at the same time.

When Shen Yulin handed over the letter to him and turned around to leave, he hooked his collar from behind and said, "You are allowed to go?"

"What else do you want, sir?" Shen Yu then turned around and asked him respectfully.

"Today's birthday?" He closed the folding fan in his hand and asked Shen Yu with a smile.

Shen Yu nodded, still not emotional: "Yes, it's today, if you are free, sir, let's have dinner together later."

"Why didn't you just say that? If I didn't stop you, would you not plan to invite me?" Jiang Yi walked away and reached out to stop him with a fan, and spread it in front of him again, "Are you having a temper with your husband these days?"

Shen Yu awkwardly turned his eyes to look elsewhere.

"Do you still want a birthday gift?" Jiang Yixing coaxed again: "You came to see Mr. after the birthday party today, and Mr. has a gift for you."

On the way back to the yard, Shen Yu wished for the first time that he was still the fool he was half a year ago, who didn't understand anything, and would be fine if he couldn't read and write, unlike now doing all the things he didn't like to do.

Such as getting married.

He thought about it carefully, it seemed that before Mr. Jiang appeared, he would occasionally imagine what the future lady would look like, but since that day, he hadn't thought about it. Instead, after knowing that Mr. Jiang has a sweetheart, he wanted to know Mr. What is your sweetheart like, where is it, and why doesn't your husband marry her.

After a birthday banquet, he was absent-minded. Mrs. Shen told him several times to let him meet Miss Song's family, but he didn't respond.

Master Shen then knocked on the side of the bowl: "Your mother is talking to you!"

He woke up like a dream, and immediately said: "No."

"Hey, you kid, you—why don't you go!" Master Shen put down the bowl, propped his chin with his chopsticks in the bowl, and said, "Miss Song is well educated, at the age of 14, she is more knowledgeable than you ! You haven’t seen him yet?!”

Mrs. Shen also added at the right time: "Yes, son, think about it, it's hard for you now—"

Shen Yu slammed down the bowl, ignored the etiquette, stood up from his seat and said: "It's not easy to be a fool, is it? It's hard not to embarrass your father, right? Finally, a family is willing to promise a girl to me. Just force me to get married?!"

"If that's the case, I'd rather be a fool forever!"

He was so angry that his eyes were blurred, he turned around and ran to the side courtyard, trying to hide in Mr. Jiang's arms and tell him that he didn't want to get married, and he also had a sweetheart - when did he have a sweetheart?

Thinking of this question, he stopped crying halfway through the run, and slowed down his pace, thinking about when he would have a sweetheart while walking.

Shen Yu walked to the door of the side courtyard, gently pushed open the door made of bamboo joints, and when he heard a creak, he was as startled as if the candles in the room were shaking.

He looked down at the string of beads on his wrist, and suddenly realized that his sweetheart is Mr.

That Mr. Jiang is amazing, in addition to teaching himself to read and write, he even taught himself how to find a sweetheart.Shen Yu thought.He felt that he was a fool again at this moment.

When he pushed open the door, Jiang Yixing was picking up the wick with a bamboo stick, and the flame became brighter after dancing for a while.He was going to leave after asking for a birthday gift, and he couldn't ask who his sweetheart was anymore, he felt that he might be sad.

"Sir." Before asking for a gift, Shen Yu decided to apologize before leaving.

Jiang Yixing ignored him, but it was okay, he could continue to calmly say: "Sir, I'm sorry."

"Coming? So soon?" Jiang Yixing waved at him, "Come and see, sir found a good thing for you."

He walked up to Jiang Yixing, glanced at the table, and saw an old book, "What book is this?"

Jiang Yixing didn't seem to want him to read it, so he pulled him to sit on the side of the bed again, and said, "Leave that one for now, and you come and tell my husband, have you become a bit bored with reading recently?"

"It seems..." Shen Yu thought about it carefully, and it seemed that there was a little bit of this meaning. Recently, there were so many things on his mind that he couldn't even eat, let alone read, "It seems that I can't see it."

Jiang Yixing hooked his fingers at him mysteriously.

Shen Yu frowned and approached him, and before he heard him speak, he felt heat in his ears.

His husband was close to his ear and said to him: "What do you want for a birthday present?"

What?So there were no presents at all?

Shen Yu felt that he was cheated again.

He wanted to be angry, but felt that something was wrong, so he stood up and endured the suffocation in his chest, and respectfully saluted Jiang Yixing: "Students don't dare, sir, go to bed early, students don't bother."

Seeing his appearance, Jiang Yixing couldn't help laughing out loud, got up and grabbed his wrist, dragged him back, bumped him into his arms, and hugged him.

"Recently, I can't read books. That's because you haven't hugged Mr. for several days, and you haven't—" Jiang Yixing turned his face and kissed the corner of his lips, and Shen Yu's heartbeat slowed down with a squeak. The bead string on the wrist quietly glowed blue.

"Why are you angry with Mr., let's hear it?"

Jiang Yixing coaxed him and pushed him down on the bed.

Shen Yu's chest heaved and looked at the person on him, and his mind suddenly became bright.

Their husband's sweetheart was as old as him, and he was also born in the first month—then he just wanted to ask one question now.

"Mister's sweetheart, is it today's birthday?"

"You answer Mr.'s question first." Jiang Yixing bent down and got closer, so close that Shen Yu couldn't even look at his handsome face, only his eyes remained.

He swallowed unconsciously, and whispered: "Because...because my parents want to marry me..."

"Well, what then?" Jiang Yixing asked again.

"Then my husband told me that it's good to get married. I asked him who his sweetheart is, but he didn't tell me." Shen Yu said truthfully step by step.

Jiang Yixing turned his head and laughed, and scratched the tip of his nose with one hand: "Are you angry?"

Shen Yu: "Angry."

The charcoal fire in the distance suddenly exploded, making a crisp sound. Shen Yu was startled, and he shook his whole body and bit his lower lip.He pointed behind Jiang Yixing and said, "Sir, the sweet potatoes you baked seem to be mushy."

"What's there to be angry about, tell me." Jiang Yixing didn't care about the faint smell of mush in the air, he just wanted to strike while the iron was hot to make the little boy surrender quickly.

Then throw yourself into the arms, it's a matter of course.

The little boy only lacks a ray of refreshing spirit, the other two souls are both present, he does not evade or be afraid at all, he frowns and speaks clearly like pouring beans.

"My sweetheart is Mr., but I don't know who my sweetheart is." He said.

Jiang Yixing secretly sighed that he finally got it, stretched out his hand to caress his eyebrows, and replied: "I don't know yet? My student is not so stupid?"

As soon as Shen Yu turned his mouth, he felt the corners of his eyes moist, tears rolled out of his eyes, and his nose was so sore, he felt that he had been wronged for nothing for half a month, and he became even more wronged in an instant.

"Sir, you bullied the students badly."

Jiang Yixing leaned down and kissed him, pressed against his ear, and said softly: "Mr. bullied you there, didn't I say it, my sweetheart is too young to marry."

Shen Yu put his arms around his neck and laughed through tears, and said: "You can't marry when you are old, you are all men, how can you get married?"

"Xiao Yu, are you afraid?" Jiang Yixing felt his shoulders and arms were a little sore, so he just laid his whole body on Shen Yu's body and let out a long sigh.

"Afraid... What are you afraid of..." Shen Yu actually thought of some scenes that made people blush and heartbeat. He once saw a special picture book in his cousin's book box. For some reason, Jiang Yixing asked He thought about this question.

He said cautiously: "I'm a little scared...but if, if sir wants to...I'm not too scared..."

Jiang Yixing was puzzled, raised his elbow again and asked him, "What?"

"I'm not afraid!" Shen Yuyi blurted out with his eyes closed cruelly. Jiang Yixing was about to say that he was not afraid, as long as he was with him, he could go on even the most difficult road, when he suddenly heard him add a sentence: "As long as, As long as you are gentle, sir... slowly..."

"..."

It was only then that Jiang Yixing understood what this person meant, and when he heard the "sweetheart" invite him in disguise, he suddenly felt like a fattened brat that could be eaten.

"What do you want as a birthday gift?" He decided to give Shen Yu one last chance.

But Shen Yu didn't want it, put his arms around his neck and kissed him, and said with a smile, "Mr. Yao."

The author says:

There is no up and down, just right here!Think about the setting of the text, it will not be good in the future hhhhh everyone can fly freely in the car~ There will be more sweet episodes!But I have to find time to write, because your younger brother who is blowing drunk is still waiting to be fed (.