Jiang Heng's star

Early winter has entered deep winter, the twelfth lunar month is approaching and the Spring Festival is approaching.

Since Jiang Heng shared the bed with Jiang Xingyu last time, he didn't want to sleep alone. He said that sleeping with Jiang Xingyu is warmer, and he insisted on sleeping with Jiang Xingyu every night.Jiang Xingyu agreed when he thought that the quilt seemed warmer than usual when he slept with Jiang Heng.

As the end of the year approaches, the company needs to deal with a lot less affairs. Xiao Zhang has grown a lot in the past year since he joined the company, and he can support half the sky with Li Jincheng.With peace of mind, Jiang Heng became the hands-off shopkeeper, and gave himself a vacation in advance to stay with Jiang Xingyu at home.

During the Chinese New Year last year, Jiang Heng didn't prepare anything, and spent the New Year casually.Now that Jiang Xingyu was with him, he couldn't be so casual, even though it was only the two of them now.

Jiang Heng recalled what Fang Ping did in the past years, and prepared one by one.

The first thing is to remove the old and welcome the new.All the old things were replaced, including the things used by Jiang Xingyu.

Jiang Heng thought that Jiang Xingyu would be very uncomfortable, but he didn't expect that the other party's acceptance was not bad, there was no sense of resistance, more curiosity and freshness.In fact, from Jiang Xingyu's point of view, as long as Jiang Heng is still there, the family is still there, and other changes don't matter to him.When changing the Rubik's Cube, Jiang Heng told him that things should be changed when they are old, and he never forgot.

The second thing is to prepare for the New Year.Tea, candies, beverages, nuts, snacks, beer are all available, and I also bought couplets, lanterns, potted plants, red envelopes, stickers, etc. Jiang Heng spent a lot of time and thought on redecorating the whole house. With the New Year's atmosphere.

The third thing is the New Year's Eve dinner.

Jiang Heng became entangled. According to the practice in previous years, on the night of New Year's Eve, he needed to go back to his ancestral home for a New Year's Eve dinner.He didn't want Jiang Wenguang to know about Jiang Xingyu, but he was also reluctant to leave Jiang Xingyu at home alone.After careful consideration, he still decided to take Jiang Xingyu back to the ancestral house. Jiang's father was only a child, so he had to go back for reasons.

In the blink of an eye, it was New Year's Eve, and Jiang Heng led Jiang Xingyu out after a little tidying up.

Before driving, Jiang Heng comforted Jiang Xingyu and said, "Brother wants to take Xingyu to see his grandparents, and then have a meal with his grandparents. If he feels uncomfortable or not used to it, tell him, and he will take you home immediately, okay?" Is it?"

Jiang Xingyu wore a white down jacket today. The pure white made his face even more delicate and lovely.Seeing Jiang Xingyu nod obediently, Jiang Heng couldn't help but kissed Jiang Xingyu's forehead again.

This time Jiang Heng kissed for a long time, Jiang Xingyu couldn't help but wince.

Jiang Heng felt Jiang Xingyu's reaction, stopped touching the other's forehead, and said, "Do you hate it? Xingyu. If you hate it, just push brother away, it doesn't matter."

Jiang Xingyu shook his head, "I don't hate it," he thought for a while and then said, "It's weird."

Jiang Heng sneered and said, "Xingyu, why are you so strange?"

Jiang Xingyu didn't know how to describe this feeling. His ability to express himself was inherently poor, so he didn't know how to describe it after thinking about it for a long time.Following Jiang Heng's example, he pressed a light kiss on the other's cheek.

Jiang Xingyu only touched it lightly, and asked, "Brother, is it strange?"

Jiang Heng's pupils shrank slightly, and his previous rationality disappeared. All he could feel was the kiss that Jiang Xingyu left on his face just now.

"Brother?" Jiang Xingyu looked sideways at Jiang Heng, sure enough, kissing would be very strange.

Jiang Heng came back to his senses, calmed himself down, and said, "Xingyu, let's go to grandparents first, and brother will tell you when we get back."

What Jiang Xingyu wanted to express was just his strange feeling, and he didn't want to know the reason, so he nodded and didn't ask further.

The Jiang family's ancestral home is located on the outskirts of city A, and Jiang Heng drove for nearly an hour to arrive.

When Jiang Heng rang the doorbell, Aunt Zhang, who had been taking care of Jiang's couple, opened the door. The other party was surprised and happy when he saw Jiang Heng, and opened the door to say hello to Jiang Heng, then hurried in and shouted: "Sir, madam, The young master is back!"

"Xiao Heng, I thought you wouldn't even come to see me, an old lady, during Chinese New Year!" A well-dressed, dignified and elegant woman walked from the back room to the entrance, half joking and half angry.

"How dare I, Grandma." Mrs. Jiang's name is Zhao Wenqin. When Jiang Heng was young, Jiang's father was busy with work and had no mother to take care of him. He lived in the ancestral house for several years. Aunt Zhang.

"Xiao Heng, who is this?" Zhao Wenqin asked after seeing Jiang Xingyu standing behind Jiang Heng.

Jiang Heng led Jiang Xingyu forward, and explained: "Grandma, he is Fang Ping's child, and his name was Fang Yu. I brought him back from the orphanage a while ago, and renamed him Jiang Xingyu."

Zhao Wenqin was stunned, "I see, how are you, Xingyu, you can call me grandma just like Xiaoheng."

Jiang Heng tilted his head and said softly to Jiang Xingyu, "Xingyu, grandma."

Jiang Xingyu looked at Zhao Wenqin and called softly, "Grandma."

Zhao Wenqin saw that Jiang Xingyu was special, and also saw Jiang Heng's concern for Jiang Xingyu. She also liked this child quite a lot.

"Hey, don't stand at the door, come in and sit down. Aunt Zhang is cooking, and it's almost time for dinner."

As soon as Jiang Heng entered the room, he saw Jiang Wenguang sitting on the sofa making tea, bowed slightly to signal, and called grandpa respectfully.

Jiang Wenguang didn't hear what Jiang Heng said at the entrance. Seeing Jiang Xingyu's familiar eyebrows, he felt suspicious and asked, "Jiang Heng, whose family is he from?"

Zhao Wenqin simply explained for Jiang Heng: "This child is Fang Ping's child, and Xiao Heng brought him back."

Jiang Heng immediately said, "Xingyu, it's Grandpa."

Jiang Xingyu said obediently, "Grandpa."

Jiang Wenguang was furious, "I'm not your grandfather, our Jiang family doesn't have a child like you." He had always been dissatisfied with Fang Ping, and now he was even more angry when he learned that Fang Ping had a child out of wedlock.

Jiang Heng's face darkened a little, and he said coldly: "I never said that Xingyu is a child of the Jiang family, he is just my younger brother, and has nothing to do with the Jiang family, let alone you." Then he turned his head and said to Jiang Xingyu: "Xingyu can be called grandma from now on, but grandpa doesn't need to be called." Jiang Heng paused, then whispered to Jiang Xingyu in a low voice, "He doesn't deserve it."

Jiang Xingyu was not affected by the tense atmosphere at all. He lowered his head and concentrated on turning the Rubik's Cube, and nodded when he heard Jiang Heng talking to him.

Jiang Wenguang squinted his eyes when he saw this, "Are you planning to keep such a child with you?" He pointed, and continued, "How are you going to start a family?"

"Get married? Start a career?" Jiang Heng hooked his lips, "I have already established a career. As for home, for me, a place with Xingyu is called home."

Jiang Wenguang was furious, and was about to say something when Zhao Wenqin interrupted him at the right time.

"Old man, did you forget what you promised me before the Chinese New Year? You said that you would not quarrel with Xiao Heng during the Chinese New Year."

Jiang Wenguang immediately silenced the drums, and his tone eased a lot, "Wenqin, am I the one who wants to quarrel? Listen to what your grandson said!"

"I heard it, and I don't think there is any problem. Put aside your traditional rules and regulations, you and I are old, so don't worry about it." Zhao Wenqin has always been open-minded. Fang Ping was the first to enter the door. Agree, let alone the dead, why bother to care about what has happened.

Zhao Wenqin continued: "Fang Ping has passed away, and you still have to argue with a dead person? Xiao Heng has grown up too, we don't have to control it, it's the world of these juniors now, so don't worry about it. "

Jiang Wenguang was angry, "I can't tell you." Hearing Aunt Zhang's voice calling for dinner, he said again: "Go eat, I won't quarrel."

Jiang Heng led Jiang Xingyu to stand up, and said, "Grandma still needs to help."

Zhao Wenqin sighed helplessly, "You, your grandfather is getting old, so he won't give in."

"He said me, I don't care, I can let him go." Jiang Heng said, "But he shouldn't get angry with Xingyu, Xingyu has never done anything, he is so innocent, he can't even decide his own birth .”

"I know, don't worry, I won't let your grandfather do anything to Xingyu." Zhao Wenqin looked at Jiang Xingyu with soft eyes, "Xiaoyu, let's go eat."

At the dinner table, Zhao Wenqin enthusiastically served Jiang Xingyu food. Seeing that the other party was neither noisy nor fussy, eating quietly bite by bite, the affection in his heart almost overflowed.The atmosphere on the table can be described as warm and harmonious, except for Jiang Wenguang's sullen face.