"You want me to go home with you for the New Year?" Song Xunnan heard what Wen Heng said, and turned to look at him in surprise.

Wen Heng didn't expect him to react so strongly. He closed the magazine on his lap and looked down at Song Xunnan who was lying on his stomach: "Otherwise? Are you going to be here alone during the Chinese New Year?"

"That's what I planned." Song Xunnan rubbed his nose, and gradually whispered under Wen Heng's indifferent eyes.

Wen Heng couldn't help him: "Do you think I will leave you alone, or do you not want to go back with me to see Uncle and the others?"

"Don't spread rumors, I didn't say anything," Song Xunnan got up from the bed and sat next to Wen Heng, "But your family... After all, it's a New Year's Eve dinner, so it's not good to have me as an outsider ?”

"Outsider?" Wen Heng said the word lightly twice, his cold and thin eyelids lifted, and he just stared at Song Xunnan, speaking faster than usual, "Do you think you are an outsider? Or do you think you are like me?" Can't you get your hands on the relationship?"

Song Xunnan knew that he was angry, so he quickly made amends: "It's wrong, it's wrong, I said the wrong thing, don't be angry, I'm afraid they won't be happy. Have you told auntie and them about this?"

Wen Heng said: "As I said before, they also asked me if you will go back to Wen's house this year, I'll ask you what you think."

"Oh," Song Xunnan let out a long sigh of relief, "Just say it."

"Come?"

"Go ahead, I'm so sad at home ordering quick-frozen dumplings and watching the Spring Festival Gala. It's not like I don't have a boyfriend, is it?" Song Xunnan said with a smile, grabbed Wen Heng and kissed her, "Then it's decided like this ,sleep."

"What are you going to sleep with?" Wen Heng closed the book and grabbed someone, and said in a quiet voice under the light, "Don't you use up the five boxes you bought first?"

Song Xunnan: "?"

He said: "You do some personnel work, we last night..."

The rest of the words were blocked by thin lips, and no more words could be uttered.

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It was agreed to go home with Wen Heng, but before going home, Song Xunnan went to pay homage to his biological parents with him.

When he came out of the cemetery, he couldn't say how sad he was, after all, he and the second elder had never met, but he was definitely unhappy in his heart. Fortunately, Wen Heng was always with him.

29 The company is on holiday this day, Song Xunnan, Wen Heng, and Wen Jinran are brought back to Hong Kong together.The plane in the morning, the place in the afternoon.

Mother Wen picked them up at Hong Kong Airport, and was very happy to see them: "Here! Xiao Nan, I haven't seen you for a long time, and Xiao Heng has also grown taller."

Wen Jinran, who was ignored, was very upset: "Mom, why don't you talk about me?"

"You?" Mother Wen was annoyed, "You went out to drink again the night before yesterday, didn't you? You thought I didn't know if I didn't check the phone number. If you are so grown up, don't go to those places, your future girlfriend will think you are wrong through."

"Mom, I go to decent places, not the smoky places you imagined. If you don't believe me, ask Brother Nan." Wen Jinran hurriedly pushed Song Xunnan out.

Song Xunnan met Wen's mother's eyes and smiled innocently and shyly: "This... I don't go often, so I don't know much about it."

Wen Jinran: "???"

What the hell are you saying again in front of him? !

Wen Jinran went to Wen Heng, with eyes full of words: Look at him!

Wen Heng looked at him calmly, without any fluctuations, and even thought he was puzzled: You were the one who went to the bar, why did you push him out?

Wen Jinran read this line of big characters from Wen Heng's eyes brightly, feeling tired and unwilling to speak.

Dog man man.

There was no one on his side.

Mother Wen took the three of them home from the airport: "We usually go back to the ancestral home during the Chinese New Year. We basically don't have any contact with other relatives at home. It's just our third room, and Uncle Xiao Heng. You know Xiao Nan too. When you get there, you don’t have to be restrained, just be like your own home.”

Song Xunnan nodded in response.

It is not an exaggeration to say that every inch of land is expensive, but the driver pulled them to a row of small two-story buildings.

Wen's mother came down first: "This is here. They are all old houses. They are a little old. They were just cleaned out a few days ago. Xiaonan, can you get used to it?"

There are basically houses like this around, and there are several watch shops and retro-style stamp shops nearby, with a strong atmosphere of life.The two-story building is a small bungalow with the architectural style of the last century. It has a feeling of combining Chinese and Western styles. It is more like the previous mansion. There is even a red iron mailbox at the door.Looking in from the outside, you can see the path leading to the bungalow in the garden.

The house is small, but exquisite everywhere.

"This house is so beautiful." Song Xunnan praised.

Wen's mother was happy to hear that, and hurriedly let them into the house.

Song Xunnan sent out the gift he bought, and Mother Wen took it, and gave him a big red envelope: "Here is the child, take it away."

Song Xunnan did not accept it.

Wen Heng walked in from the door, saw that he didn't want it, and said, "Take it, the family has nothing to be ashamed of."

Wen's mother stuffed it into Song Xunnan's coat pocket: "I'll give you a better one on the first day of the new year. You three have a share, and the New Year is a New Year's Eve."

"Thank you auntie."

Song Xunnan accepted it, turned back and smiled at Wen Heng, with eyebrows and eyes curved, and mouthed to him: I have money.

Wen Mama is generous, this red envelope is almost as thick as a knuckle.

Wen Heng couldn't hold back, and slightly raised his lips and smiled.

Mother Wen saw the interaction between the two, and the more she looked at Song Xunnan, the happier she became.Half of it was for Wen Heng's happiness.

"The three of you have worked hard all the way. Go upstairs to rest first. I'll ask the nanny to pack your luggage. Xiao Heng, take him to your bedroom, and you two won't be separated."

The house is not small, and there is no shortage of a guest room. Song Xunnan understood what she meant, shrugged and asked Wen Heng: "Let's go, Doctor Wen, show me your childhood room."

Wen Heng took him to the second floor, and Wen Jinran stayed to chat with Wen's mother.

The room was the first on the left on the second floor, and Song Xunnan pushed it away curiously.

The room is a very refreshing blue and white color scheme, the blue is dark blue, not too exaggerated, in line with Wen Heng's preferences.

The curtains in the room were opened, and you could see the small garden downstairs. The winter in Hong Kong is not very cold, the marble fountain is still spraying water non-stop, and the driver and the nanny carry their luggage back and forth.

"I thought your room was black, white and gray again." Song Xunnan sat down on the edge of the soft bed, and fell down, not wanting to move.

"The color was chosen by my uncle. It's very similar to the one in Jinran's room, but his is lighter." Wen Heng patted him, "Go take a bath."

"Lie down for a while, I'm almost exhausted." Song Xunnan turned over and pointed to the desk not far away, "Are you studying here?"

The log-colored corner desk has its own bookshelf, and the books on it are full of books. He has good eyesight, and even saw a few supplementary books. There are pen holders and photo frames on the desk. Wen Heng just finished his homework, closed the book and left the meeting briefly.

Song Xunnan got up, sat down at the desk and picked up the photo frame.

Above are Wen's mother and Wen Shuli, and a man they don't know, who is hugging Wen's mother and holding a baby in his arms. It should be Wen Jinran's deceased father.Little Wen Heng stood in the middle, looking at the camera.

Song Xunnan brushed Xiao Wenheng's face with his fingers, and understood Wen Jinran's words, "My brother is not like this now".

In the photo, Wen Heng's eyes are very much like the glass balls he used to play with when he was a child. They are beautiful, but lacking in spirit.Song Xunnan felt as if he saw an empty and numb soul through these eyes, like a marionette whose limbs were controlled, even a smile was far-fetched.

He frowned: "Why did you choose this photo to put on the table?"

Wen Heng said: "Choose randomly from the family portraits."

"It's not a family portrait without me in this photo. Take another photo and stuff it in these few days. I don't want this one anymore." Song Xunnan opened up the frame of his photo and took out the photo.

"Okay." Wen Heng kissed him, without refuting.

The photo was taken out, and there was a small black and white photo that fell out. Wen Heng took it and showed it to Song Xunnan: "My parents."

He seldom mentioned his parents directly. Song Xunnan was curious and looked carefully: "You really look like your father."

In the photo, Wen Heng's father was a young man, smiling wildly

Yi, with wide-open eyebrows and straight nose bridge, the father and son's facial features are indeed somewhat similar, but their personalities are completely different. On the contrary, Wen's mother looks quieter.

"If you smile like this, you must look good too. Come on, show me a smile." Song Xunnan stretched out his finger to pull the corner of Wenheng's mouth up, seeing his forced business smile and couldn't help but burst out laughing. , Leaning forward and backward with a smile.

After a break, Wen's mother called for someone below.

"Xiaoheng, Xiaonan, can you two go out and buy some food when you have time? We will have a Manchu banquet tomorrow, and Auntie will make dumplings for you."

Song Xunnan poked his head out of the room and responded to Wen's mother downstairs: "Hey, go down immediately!"

"Xiao Ran went to a class reunion, so I told you to work harder. Xiao Nan, what kind of stuffed dumplings do you like to eat? Buy more, and when you come back, auntie will wrap them for you."

"Okay, I eat mutton and carrots." Song Xunnan nodded with a smile.

"Also, don't leave in a hurry," Wen's mother was busy all day, but she was still radiant and not tired at all, "Do you have any taboos? If you say it boldly, Auntie won't do it."

"He doesn't eat celery." Wen Heng said for Song Xunnan.

"That's easy, neither of those two people likes to eat. Okay, let's go, Xiaoheng, do you remember where the vegetable market is?" The two that Wen's mother mentioned were Wen Shuli and Wen Jinran.

"remember."

Song Xunnan went to the vegetable market with Wen Heng.

He has never been to the vegetable market here, and everything he sees is fresh, so he couldn't help asking: "I read on the Internet that people in the south buy only one meal, and the fish can be sliced ​​by the master for packaging. Really?" ?"

"Almost, the south is humid, and things can't be stored."

The vegetable seller listened to their conversation and said, "Young people come from the north? Last time, an old man from your north almost emptied the entire vegetable market. He bought more than a dozen cabbages alone, which was terrifying. "

Song Xunnan found it interesting, and chatted with him: "When I was young, I used to stock up a lot during the Chinese New Year in my hometown in the countryside. Steamed buns and cabbage were all bundled up and sealed in a big urn—because the refrigerator couldn't be opened, and there were a lot of frozen things in it. Jelly meat, prawns and fish. Because the relatives at home can’t entertain them if they don’t stock up, and we’re opening late, so we need to prepare more food.”

"I've learned a lot." The master nodded frequently.

Wen's mother made a list for them before going out, and the two bought a lot of pastries, candies and roasted seeds and nuts from the roadside stalls according to the purchase, and went home with both hands full.

Wen Shuli came back on the afternoon of New Year's Eve, and he couldn't help sighing as soon as he entered the door: "It's still comfortable at home."

"The busy man has finally finished his business." Mother Wen handed him the washed fruit.

Wen Shuli: "What's more, you scared me to death when you had an accident last time. If Wen Jinran still loses his temper, tell me, and I'll hang him up and beat him!"

Wen Jinran, who was standing aside, shrank his neck and pretended to be a quail.

"Hey, did you bring your boyfriend home?" Wen Shuli laughed and joked as he looked at the two people who came downstairs.

"Uncle." Wen Heng nodded, and Song Xunnan followed suit.

Wen Shuli gave Song Xunnan a meeting gift, and Song Xunnan received another huge red envelope.

"Okay, everyone is here, let's start making dumplings quickly, my dough is ready." Mother Wen began to direct the whole family to move, helping to knead the dough, make the dumplings, and make the stuffing.

Song Xunnan didn't know how to make dumplings, but Wen Heng was rolling out the dough, and he didn't want to be too far away from him, so he took this position openly and clumsily imitated the way dumplings were wrapped in his impression. up.

Wen Heng saw it from the corner of his eye a long time ago, put down the rolling pin in his hand and came to help him, and took the tortured dumpling from his hand: "It's not like this."

"Then you teach me." Song Xunnan rubbed the flour on his arm to see how he did it.

"Squeeze this side, make a cross, and then squeeze." Wen Heng moved his hand away, and a plump dumpling with a round belly lay on his palm.

Song Xunnan didn't look at the dumplings at all, he was looking at Wen Heng's side face and counting Wen Heng's eyelashes the whole time, and when he heard him say this, he glanced at the dumplings, stretched out his hand and plucked the eyelashes that made his heart itch: "I understand, I understand. "

Wen Heng was smeared by the flour on his hands.

face, grabbed the person, stuck him between the table and himself, pointed at the pills on the table and threatened him: "If you can't finish it today, don't even think about eating."

Song Xunnan was rubbed against the itchy flesh on his waist, and kept hiding sensitively, laughing while hiding: "Doctor Wen, I won't eat at night, will I eat you?"

"Hmm."

Wen Heng was already used to being molested by him, and when he was about to speak, he heard a coughing sound. The two of them looked at the door together, and saw Wen Shuli who looked embarrassed and wished he was deaf.

The three looked at each other.

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