Cubs can't, at least they shouldn't

Contrary to what the two of them expected, Gu Changxi didn't do anything special when he saw Xing Ce, but he was very friendly to Xing Ce, "Uncle Xing, you're here."

The sound of "uncle" continued, and the other two felt sore in their hearts.

Jiang Song felt a little bit emotionally resistant when he heard Gu Changxi calling others Uncle.

As for Xing Ce, Gu Changxi used to call him "Brother Xing".

At that time, Xing Ce was also very upset, feeling that Gu Changxi had been called Jiang Song's junior for nothing.

Now he is called "Uncle" by Gu Changxi.

Although the "uncle" and "uncle" sounded like a difference in number of words, Xing Ce inevitably felt ashamed that he hadn't embraced a grandson when the tall and burly Gu Changxi called him that.

But in fact, his son has just turned one year old.

Originally, he didn't intend to give Gu Changyi any good looks, but now he was shouted so badly that he could only hold back a breath of yin and yang, "Let me see Jiang, Jiang Song, his broken, broken body, fell asleep You don’t even know if you’re burned to death.”

"Nonsense, how can I not know if I was burned to death?" Jiang Song climbed out of the sofa, "Your Uncle Xing brought a lot of vegetarian buns from home, are you hungry?"

Xing Ce held the steamed bun lunch box in his arms and glared at Jiang Song.

"What's the matter with how much you gave him?" Jiang Song didn't understand, "The vegetarian dishes can't be kept overnight. I just drank so much soup, and I can't eat it now."

"Yo, you realize that you are so particular about people now," Xing Ce hurt him, "Also, you also know that vegetarian dishes can't stay overnight. When I came to your house before, the milk in your refrigerator was almost growing green radishes." .”

Jiang Song didn't remember much about the milk, so he watched Gu Changzhen's face turn greener and greener, feeling that things were not very good.

Sure enough, Gu Changxi's tone froze again when he spoke again, "Don't bother, I ate before I came back."

Jiang Songxin said how is it possible?

It's not yet five o'clock, and Gu Changxi usually gets food when he comes back after six o'clock in the evening, and he follows suit, eating more regularly than before when he lived alone.

Gu Changxi looked cold-hearted and indifferent, but the cooking was unexpectedly delicious.

In fact, before he went abroad, he often cooked for Jiang Song, but at that time, the fire was still a little salty, which was considered homely, not delicious.

After living together for the past few days, Jiang Song no longer has a stomachache.

In front of Xing Ce, Jiang Song didn't expose Gu Changxi, but instead said, "Xing Ce, follow me upstairs."

As soon as Xing Ce entered the study, he couldn't help complaining, "Small, little bastard, I like my big fennel egg buns the most. I eat five or six in one meal. Now, what kind of garlic are you packing?"

"You really can't eat it, and you can't eat it." Jiang Song smiled and shook his head, turning on the desktop.

When Xing Ce saw the page opened by Jiang Song, he became even more angry, "Uncle Wu's charity project, Wu Jiaheng, it's fine to mess around, why should he meddle, meddle."

"Father presided over a lot of projects at that time, and I have some impressions of this Baiyun Mountain." Jiang Song opened the folders one by one, "This is the catalog at that time, and you should be able to check the number with you, that is, all Everything arrived on time.”

"Yes," Xing Ce nodded, "The Wu family took over later, and they agreed to pay annually, but only the first two years arrived, one-fifth of the previous period, and the subsequent accounts were all blurred."

"Fuzzy?" Jiang Song frowned.

"Yes, that's right, it's just covered up with other data. You said that the flowers are also flowers, but the flowers, the flowers didn't reach the place, so I can't find it anyway." Xing Ce clicked a few data points on the screen, "Here, Here, and here, they are all directly talking about the purchase of building materials and consumables, and there is no account record."

"Then can this be checked?" Jiang Song asked him.

"It can be checked but no, it's not easy to check. It's best to have someone involved in the internal accounting, and you have to pay, you have to be on..." Xing Ce pointed at the top, "There are people."

"Then check first." Jiang Song flicked his fingers on the table, "I will find a way otherwise."

Xing Ce leaned on the table, squinting his eyes to look at the data, "This Wu Qingshan is very funny, you haven't let you touch his charity cake for so many years, why did it suddenly pop out this year?"

"Probably because I think I'm going to die when Changxi comes back." Jiang Song shrugged, "Anyway, he's not afraid to show a dead man something, so why not take the opportunity to step on my head? It's just a coward's traditional art."

"Dang, when my mother was watching the recording of the party, you, do you know what she said?" Xing Ce looked at Jiang Song speechlessly.

"What did Auntie say?" Jiang Song squinted and smiled.

"She said her surname was Gu! She said, 'Hey, this young man has a good face and is very easy-going. I like to listen to me when he talks. Who did he learn from?'" Xing Ce smiled as he imitated him. "You said he learned from, who did he learn from?"

"Thanks to your stuttering, otherwise you wouldn't be able to live so old and I'll tell you." Jiang Song smiled and tapped the computer screen, "Stop talking nonsense, let's quickly finish comparing this data."

The two met and discussed until after ten o'clock. Xing Ce, an elderly man, went to sleep in a room by himself.

Jiang Song quietly sneaked into the kitchen, groping for the buns that Xing Ce brought over.

He can use only one hand, and his aunt is also a good knot-tying expert, so she couldn't figure out why after taking it apart for a long time.

He didn't quite understand that a box of steamed buns is not a rare treasure, does it need to be packed so tightly with a bag inside a box?

"Snapped."

When the light came on, Jiang Song was just like a stupid thief, using his right elbow to assist his left hand to untie the dead buckle he had just tied with his own hands.

"..." Jiang Song straightened up and left the bag containing the lunch box.

"Mr. Jiang doesn't sleep at night, what are you doing?" Gu Changxi was still wearing a shirt and trousers, holding a cup of strong coffee in his hand.

Jiang Song couldn't help scoring in his heart: If it wasn't for his terribly cold face, Changxi would indeed be worthy of the nickname of "Dream of Girls in the Beijing Circle".

Well, the ice cream dream of girls in the Beijing circle.

"I... have a look at the buns." Jiang Song didn't feel embarrassed at all, and pushed the plastic bag towards him, "Untie it."

Gu Changxi frowned and looked at him for a while, then walked away with his coffee.

Jiang Song had to wrestle with the bag for a while, and finally cut the bag with scissors.

After unpacking the bag, he started to add water to the steamer.

As a result, he overestimated the strength of his left hand, and half of the pot of water "clinked" to the ground.

Xing Ce heard it all on the second floor, and yelled: "Why, what's the matter! Are you okay?"

There was no movement in Gu Changxi's room.

"It's okay, it's okay," Jiang Song quickly agreed, "You slipped your hand, go to sleep."

After tidying up in a hurry, Jiang Song finally steamed the buns.

He carried the bun to Gu Changzhen's bedroom.

Gu Changxi's room has a balcony, and there are many empty pots outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the small flowers and grass inside are all raised to death by Jiang Song.

Gu Changxi himself was sitting on the couch by the floor-to-ceiling windows, with a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and the fluorescence of his laptop screen was reflected on the lenses.

Jiang Song walked to him, sat down cross-legged, and put the plate on his knees, "Eat?"

Gu Changxi didn't even look at him as if he had cotton stuffed in his ears.

Jiang Song wondered: he could hear him unpacking the bag so quietly in the kitchen.Now he can't hear what's being said next to his ear.

Can't hear pull down.

Gu Changxi is not a kid in his teens anymore, it is impossible for him to coax him like that.

Gu Changxi didn't eat it, he ate it himself.

But after drinking a can of soup from Xing Ce in the afternoon, it's a bit late now.

After eating two mouthfuls, he became a little upset.

But Gu Changxi ignited his fighting spirit, feeling that if he couldn't finish a bun, he would lose.

He held the bun and comforted himself: Just eat slowly, it's just a bun.

He curled up on the sofa next to Gu Changxi, chewed a mouthful of steamed stuffed bun for more than 20 times and couldn't swallow it.

Looking at the pile of steaming steamed buns on his lap, Jiang Song hasn't felt this worried for a long time.

Forget it, little bastard, little bastard.

After all, Jiang Song has not been banned more than ten years ago.

Still holding half a steamed bun that he couldn't eat, he stared at Gu Changzhen's boiled eagle.

Gu Changzhen could endure it when he was young.

Jiang Song was so sleepy that he couldn't keep his eyes open after ten o'clock every day, but Gu Changxi always read until midnight.

At first he thought it was because the school left a lot of homework, squeezing the children.

Until one time he was very excited to learn and wanted to guide Gu Changxi's junior high school homework.

It turned out that Gu Changzhen was looking at the Fourier transform.

Then Jiang Song didn't care about him anymore, he liked to see what time he saw, anyway, he climbed into bed and went to sleep when he saw enough.

Children!Love to learn is a good thing.

At that time, Jiang Song, who was flying at low altitude in mathematics analysis, comforted himself: No matter how good he is in mathematics, he still has to get up and make breakfast for me.

Gu Changxi's notebook is a privacy screen, and from Jiang Song's perspective, it is completely black.

Gu Changxi himself didn't move at all, except for occasionally scratching the digital version, it was like a perfect sculpture, or if a "gentle scum" display board was erected next to him, he could enter the art museum.

The stomach was a little uncomfortable, Jiang Songtuan fell asleep on the sofa for a while, the plate on his knee was crooked, and just about to roll to the ground, he was caught by a slender and strong hand.

Xing Ce set an alarm clock in the middle of the night, and at 02:30, he went to Jiang Song's bedroom to check on people as ordered by his mother and daughter-in-law.

When I went to his bedroom, there was no one there.

After confirming that the living room and study room are all empty, Xing Ce's heart is half cold.

Finally, he walked to a room with a half-closed door, a little light from the crack of the door reflected in his pupils.

He frowned and leaned closer, and saw Gu Changxi sitting on the sofa watching the computer, and Jiang Song crooked on the other side of the sofa.

Not long after, Gu Changxi took off his glasses, rubbed the bridge of his nose, closed the computer, and looked at Jiang Song beside him.

He got up and bent down, blocking Jiang Song halfway.

Standing at the door, Xing Ce wondered whether to rush in to rescue Jiang Song, but saw Gu Changxi lowered his hand, gently touched Jiang Song's forehead, grabbed his neck and knees, and easily picked him up.

Jiang Song cooperated very well, sniffed his nose, and even buried his head in his arms to avoid the faint light.

When Gu Changxi was walking towards the door, Xing Ce would avoid the door.

He stood in the darkness holding his breath, thankful that Gu Changzhen didn't see him.

Gu Changxi walked into the dark corridor, and suddenly turned his head and smiled in the direction where Xing Ce was hiding.

The falcon's eyes were like a bucket of ice poured down on Xing Ce's head.

The author has something to say:

Gu Changxi is fierce to Jiang Song, Jiang Song: The bastard lifts his claws.

Gu Changxi smiled at Xing Ce, Xing Ce: I, I am going to die.