[Ultraman] Breeder

Sang Jiu didn't stay to spend New Year's Eve with the two elders because he had to go to Puning Temple in the evening. Chen Shiqian also planned to go with her, and asked Song Yunsheng if he wanted to go back with them.

The latter hesitated, obviously not thinking too much about it.

Fortunately, he has a sweet mouth and an unrestrained personality. The two elders of the Meng family liked him very much, so they decided to keep him for one more night, and by the way, they would take the Meng family's car back together tomorrow morning.

In this way, only Sang Jiu and Chen Shiqian rushed back to Shanghai in the afternoon.

When they went back, it was Chen Shiqian's car.

Sang Jiu sat in the co-pilot and weighed the heavy bag on his lap, and asked deliberately sourly: "That's the red envelope that grandma gave you, is that really the way you gave it to me?"

Sang Jiu looked smug in the rearview mirror, and Chen Shiqian smiled helplessly, "Sang Sang, do we still need to divide each other?"

Hearing this answer, Sang Jiu was very satisfied.

"By the way," he suddenly remembered something, and was a little puzzled, "I remember you don't like chicken."

Chen Shiqian remembered very clearly the first time they went to eat alone, she tasted all the dishes on the table, but the coconut chicken dish was left untouched until the end.

He always thought she didn't like chicken.

But when Mrs. Meng gave her chicken legs just now, she didn't refuse, and she ate it quite happily.

That's why I thought of asking her.

Sang Jiu: "..."

She can say it!

Could it be that I was shy at the time?

Of course not!

It's a matter of dignity, and she wouldn't say it even if she was killed.

But who is Chen Shiqian?

Guess right.

"Sangsang, you weren't shy because you touched my hand, were you?"

Just say it, why do you have to go into such details.

The pretty girl's face is embarrassing, and she can't wait to find a place to drill.

Chen Shiqian watched her tuck her head into her collar a little bit, and couldn't help laughing. He rubbed her hair with one free hand and comforted her: "There's nothing to be shy about. It's normal for girls to encounter such things."

certainly not!

Sang Jiu covered his face with his hands and shouted in his heart:

The high-cold image I had maintained for more than 20 years was ruined just like that!

Later, when I told Yu Qing about this, the other party sent a sneer from a distance of more than 4000 miles: "Finally someone took you, a goblin."

After Chen Shiqian delivered Sangjiu downstairs, the latter took his hand and acted like a baby with him: "Professor Chen, I want to take you to meet someone."

Whoever you see, you don't need to guess, he knows it.

Now that the two of them are together, they should go see Sang Jiu's mother out of reason.

So he nodded and went upstairs with her.

This was the second time Chen Shiqian set foot in this place, and his mood was completely different then.

After entering the house, Sang Jiu ignored him and went straight to the bedroom.

It was just in the afternoon, and the sunlight came in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating the whole room very brightly.

Only then did Chen Shiqian take a closer look.

The ceiling of Sangjiu’s house is very high, so even if it is a duplex, it does not feel that the space is narrow. The decoration design is mainly white, and it looks much wider visually.

The whole row of floor-to-ceiling windows on the right can just have a panoramic view of the entire city of Shanghai and Linjiang.

"what--"

The sound of Sangjiu came from the bedroom on the second floor.

Without even thinking about it, Chen Shiqian immediately ran upstairs in three steps at a time.

The sliding door of the bedroom cloakroom was opened, Sang Jiu's back was facing him, her long hair was pulled to one side, revealing a large white back, smooth white and tender skin without any blemishes, a few rays of sunlight shone down, shaking Chen Shiqian's eyes. Do not open your eyes.

He stepped forward in silence, and easily pulled up the zipper on her back for her.

The black corduroy dress wrapped the exquisite body, only revealing the slender and white swan neck.

If possible, at this moment he doesn't want to be a gentleman, but just a barbarian, filling all the emptiness in body, body and spirit.

Chen Shiqian thought truthfully.

"Hey, how did you come up?"

Sang Jiu turned to ask him.

Her question is like Adam and Eve asking "will we be punished" after eating the forbidden fruit.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to shake off the charming picture in his mind, and asked calmly, "When are you leaving?"

Sang Jiu didn't see the clue, so he randomly took a lipstick from the makeup cabinet and put it on, "It will be fine soon."

After gently blending the lipstick with her fingers, she smiled at herself in the mirror with satisfaction, then turned around and asked him, "Do I look good?"

The current scene reminded Chen Shiqian of a professor who was notoriously strict in the college when he was in college. Every time he took his class, it was an endless torment for the students. At this moment, Sang Jiu had something to do with that professor. More than anything.

He nodded mechanically: "It looks good."

After finishing speaking, he ran downstairs in a panic.

If he stayed there any longer, he thought he might go crazy.

Sang Jiu looked at his fleeing back, puzzled: "What?"

Because he said hello in advance, now Meng Huaqing is sitting in the yard waiting.

She was not surprised by Chen Shiqian's arrival, as if she had expected it long ago, even Chen Shiqian was very calm.

For this reason, Sang Jiu was puzzled for a long time.

The temple is no better than home, and the three of them simply had a meal and it was considered a happy New Year's Eve.

After the meal, Ms. Meng put away the Sang wine on purpose, "I made honey bean buns in the kitchen, Sang Sang, go and see if you are ready."

Sang Jiu didn't suspect him, and obediently ran to the kitchen.

In the house, the stove was crackling and burning.

Although today is New Year's Eve, the silence in the mountains is the same as usual.Meng Huaqing blew on the tea noodles, took a sip, and said calmly, "Have you figured it out?"

The kitchen is not far from the main hall, and it is possible to see every move of the people in the kitchen clearly through the window.

Sang Jiu poked into the pot with chopsticks, probably to check if it was done. Then, frowning, he put the lid back on the pot and sat back on the small stool, holding his cheeks in a daze. After a while, he got up and lifted the lid again. Suddenly, a burst of hot air came up, she quickly shook it with her hands, picked up the insulation cloth on the side and pinched the two ends of the steamer drawer to take it down from the pot, and finally turned off the fire in a hurry.

After doing this series of things, the hairstyle that was specially arranged during the day has been tied behind her head in a mess.

Chen Shiqian watched this scene and made up his mind that she must never be allowed to enter the kitchen in the future.

Looking away, a faint smile appeared on his face: "If I didn't think it through, I wouldn't sit in front of you tonight."

"That's good."

Since she is the one her daughter likes, she has nothing to say, "Since everyone is here, let's go with Sangsang to burn incense sticks for her father later."

......

During the Spring Festival in the south of the Yangtze River, there is a folk custom of burning incense for good luck.As a famous temple in Shencheng, Puning Temple has many pilgrims who come all the way to burn incense every year, so the temple is not closed on New Year's Eve.

Sang Jiu took Chen Shiqian into the side hall where the tablet of Sang Zhiyuan was enshrined, lit a stick of incense skillfully and handed it to him, and lit another one for himself.

Most of the temples are dark, especially at night, only a few butter lamps are lit, and the wicks of the candles flicker in the flickering light.

Sang Jiu held the incense and closed his eyes and knelt on the futon.

Suddenly, Chen Shiqian remembered that she was also here at the beginning, when she squatted in front of the little novice and asked him for a marriage lottery, but at that time she was wearing a red dress and she was too flamboyant.

And the endorsement written by her and given to him is still intact in the box in his study.

Perhaps the fate of the two has been doomed since then.

Sang Jiu got up and helped him insert the stick of incense into the ashes.

At the same time, Chen Shiqian kowtowed three times to the memorial tablet with devotion and respect.

The two walked out of the side hall and walked aimlessly on the path.

In the dark night, the cold wind made the branches rustle continuously, which sounded eerie and terrifying.

But probably because there was Chen Shiqian standing beside him, Sang Jiu didn't feel that scary.

"In my impression, my father is a very gentle person. I don't think I have ever seen him lose his temper with anyone. My grandfather has three sons, but my father is the least like him. If he was placed in ancient times, he must be gentle and refined. My son. He dotes on my mother very much. At home, Ms. Meng told him to go east and he would never dare to go west. My uncles and aunts would laugh at him and scratch his ears, but he didn’t care, and still used Ms. Meng to be lawless. In Dad's heart, everyone is divided into two categories, Ms. Meng and others, not even my daughter."

Talking about the past, her face is full of happiness, with moist light in her eyes.

"He died in a car accident on the way home from the airport. The night before, he told me in a video that he had brought me a new doll from abroad, but I waited for a long time but didn't get it. Obviously he had already arrived at the airport. It’s obvious that I’m only one step away from seeing him, and it’s really only one step away.”

Sang Jiu's shoulders trembled uncontrollably, and his voice almost lost control.

Chen Shiqian had never seen such Sangjiu before. In his eyes, she would always be tough and assertive, calm and confident, instead of the helpless red eyes like now.

He pulled her into his arms, hugged her tightly, and tried to comfort her with his lack of vocabulary: "Sangsang, he has always been there, he just arranged your life one step in advance, so that you can walk the road ahead less tired."

Sang Jiu sniffed, looked at him with wet eyes, arrogant and pitiful, "Chen Shiqian, I don't need your comfort. I just want to tell you that I was just 11 years old when my father died. "

11 years old?

Chen Shiqian's eyes lit up suddenly, his brain seemed to have lost the ability to direct his own actions, and he looked at her in disbelief.

She wanted to tell him,

He lost his mother when he was 13, and 11-year-old Sang Jiu also lost his father in this year.

The gears of fate turn, so that the two children who lost their loved ones at the same time meet and reunite.

This is another piece of luck and unique romance given to them by God.

There are thousands of lights on the mountain, and if you listen carefully, you can still hear the noise of the streets and alleys.Even if the government strictly prohibits setting off firecrackers, it still can't stop people's longing for the New Year.

Colorful fireworks bloomed in the night sky, like bright meteors piercing the sky.

The New Year's bell rang at zero o'clock, and the sound of mulberry wine became clearer and clearer amidst the deafening firecrackers.

"Professor Chen, Happy New Year."

"Nice to meet you."

With the sky full of colorful fireworks behind him, Chen Shiqian hugged the girl in his arms and couldn't help but kissed the corner of her lips, his eyes were filled with soft light.

"Nice to meet you, Miss Sang."