Black Moonlight's Self-Cultivation

After returning home, when Shen Jiuli came back, not only did he not comfort the poor Shen Xiaochu, he even curled his lips and sneered.

Shen Xiaochu kept crying, you must not be my real father, how could my real father treat me like this?I knew that it must be my mother who let you raise a cheap son and you feel resentful. You must know that I am not your biological son...

While crying, he put on his father Shen Jiuli an iconic ornament, a green hat out of thin air.

The veins on Shen Jiuli's forehead were throbbing, and he wished he could slap him, this troublesome little thing.

Shen Jialan rubbed her forehead and said, "Xiao Jiu, stop making trouble."

Shen Jiuli didn't dare to beat Shen Xiaochu anymore, and let Shen Jialan carry Shen Xiaochu to his room to take a bath, and then beat his chest to comfort himself.

After a while, Shen Xiaochu ran out of Shen Jialan's room with his bare buttocks waving his hands.

"Uncle Xu, ride a big horse..."

Xu Mingzhe grinned, and said helplessly, "Little man, you've been seen all over like this, can you save some for yourself?"

Even though he said this, he still picked up the naked Shen Xiaochu, and Shen Jialan who followed behind threw him a small set of clothes.

"Put clothes on for Xiao Chu, play with him for a while, send him back to the room at 09:30, and watch him fall asleep before you leave."

Shen Jialan regarded him as a nanny, but Xu Mingzhe couldn't be wrong.

"Oh, I promise I won't wear Shen Xiaochu's clothes backwards again."

Satisfied with the guarantee, Shen Jialan strolled to the study room. Shen Jiuli would usually be busy for a while at this point.

Sure enough, when he entered the study, he saw Shen Jiuli staring at the computer wearing anti-radiation glasses, his fingers moving quickly on the keyboard.

"Brother, wait for me for 5 minutes, I will get it done soon."

"Okay!"

Shen Jialan, who had nothing to do, rolled his eyes all over the place. He seldom came to the study, not because there were any restrictions in the study, but because he was not interested at all.

It seems that nothing has changed much. The books on the bookshelf and the landscape paintings on the wall have not been changed. Even the large black desk has not been changed. The only difference is that two sets of sofas have been added by the window.

Shen Jialan walked over and sat down, stretching out his hand, there was a beautifully printed collection of poems on the sofa.

While working, Shen Jiuli was distracted and explained to him, saying: "I taught that little bastard to recite it, but unfortunately he is too lazy to recite it properly."

Shen Jialan said with a smile: "You are so fierce to him, he definitely won't listen to you."

Shen Jiuli gritted his teeth and tapped the keyboard louder.

Shen Jialan put down the collection of poems, his eyes were attracted by a white medicine bottle on the coffee table, and there was a glass of clear water beside it.

Before he took it over for a closer look, Shen Jiuli had already finished his work and walked over, wearing a white bathrobe and sitting relaxed on the sofa opposite Shen Jialan.

Shen Jialan couldn't help asking: "Xiao Jiu, are you feeling unwell?"

Shen Jiuli was taken aback for a moment, then he understood when he saw the medicine bottle, and said, "I just had a physical examination two months ago, and I'm in good health, that... I'll talk about that later, let's talk about your situation, brother first!"

Shen Jialan pretended to be stupid and said, "What's wrong with me? I'm fine."

Shen Jiuli sighed, and said: "Don't lie to me, brother, although there is nothing unusual about you living with us, but I can always feel that there is something restless under your calm appearance, that kind of restlessness, like The instinct that has been forcibly suppressed is resisting and struggling."

Taking a quick look at Shen Jiuli, Shen Jialan didn't speak.

Shen Jiuli continued: "I don't know what kind of life you lived before, but I know you don't like your current life, you can't bear it anymore, can you?"

Shen Jialan admitted, yes, he doesn't like the too peaceful life now, the boiling blood in his body can't be calmed down.

Every day, he seems to have nothing to do, and then he suddenly takes a certain thing seriously like a whim, such as cooking, or raising succulents. In fact, he doesn't like these things. He only puts his heart into doing them because he has nothing to do up.