Rebirth: The Shura Field of the Two Slag Gongs

The sound of firecrackers outside the house, the laughter inside,

The He family's father and son ate the New Year's Eve dinner at the Shen's house, and the two families have been living like this in recent years.

Shen Qun played mahjong with the three adults, while He Yan watched. The Spring Festival Gala was on TV, and he would glance at it when there were sketches.

"Xiao Yan, peel another orange for me!" Shen Qun daimao sat straddling the stool, staring at the cards in front of him without blinking.

Mother Shen slapped her son hard on the back of the hand: "Why do you have so many things to do? All night, I just ordered Xiaoyan to do things for you!"

"What does it matter!" Shen Qun shook his head, with a skinny expression, "Xiaoyan and I are like brothers, we don't distinguish each other, huh? Xiaoyan?"

The Shen family's parents, He Jinming, and the three elders were all taken aback.

He Yan smiled and said: "En."

He Yan picked a big orange. He took out a fruit knife and cut open the orange peel. The bright yellow orange flesh was exposed. He Yan peeled off the peel and carefully removed the white silk on it.

Then cut the orange meat into equal pieces with a knife, and fed them to Shen Qun piece by piece.

The three parents looked at each other, and they all sighed at the same time. This pair of teenagers, they watched hand in hand to come to this day, they can't be a couple or brothers,

They couldn't help but feel sad, but seeing how close they are now, they are not unhappy.

It is also very good that both families have an extra son if they cannot be in-laws.

"Bang bang bang bang—" Shen Qun suddenly shouted, "Three bangs!"

"Oh, I made a mistake!" Mother Shen wanted to take back the cards annoyedly, "I have a pair of two and three, how could I give you a chance!"

"You have been thrown out, you can only be touched by Xiaoqun!" Shen Changgeng rarely spoke for his son.

"But I accidentally knocked it over..." Shen's mother was still not reconciled.

"Let's follow the rules and let Xiaoqun touch." Even He Jinming said so.

"That's right, I have no regrets! Mom, you are too inferior!" Shen Qun pulled the three strips out of his mother's hand, shaking his head and tail happily.

He Yan chuckled, he turned his head to look at the screen again, seemingly inadvertently touched his eyes, and didn't know if the steam from the hot dishes during the New Year's Eve dinner hadn't dissipated, he always felt that there was some fog in front of him.

The phone buzzed and vibrated, and the word "Zhou" jumped on the caller ID.

He Yan picked up his mobile phone and walked straight to the French windows in the living room, where he could see the fireworks all over the sky when he looked up, and the Wuhe River was full of firecrackers.

"Hello?" He Yan's voice was relaxed.

"Yanyan," Zhou Yancheng's voice trembled slightly, "Have you eaten the New Year's Eve dinner?"

"Well, eat it."

"What did you eat? Is it delicious?"

He Yan replied softly: "It's delicious."

"I..." Zhou Yancheng said a little awkwardly, "I'm here to wish you New Year's greetings."

He Yan suddenly laughed: "...Okay, Happy New Year!"

Zhou Yancheng was silent for a while, and then said without beginning or end: "I'm here to give you New Year's greetings."

"I also wish you New Year's greetings, Happy New Year!"

Zhou Yancheng sighed heavily: "Yanyan, I'm here to wish you New Year's greetings."

He Yan was stunned, suddenly unable to recover, what Zhou Yancheng meant was...

"Yanyan, I'm at your door, but there's no one in your house."

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He Yan ran all the way, he forgot that he could actually drive, he just hurriedly said "you wait for me at the door" to the other end of the phone, he didn't even take his down jacket, and ran away wearing only a sweater go out.

His physical strength is actually not bad, but because he ran too fast, his heart was pounding in his chest. When he finally saw the straight and slender figure standing in front of the gate of his own community, he stopped and put his hands on his back. Knees, gasping for breath.

Zhou Yancheng's eyes lit up when he saw He Yan, and then anger appeared on his face. Before He Yan could interpret his expression, he saw Zhou Yancheng striding towards him while taking off his coat: "Why don't you even wear clothes?" Don't wear it!"

Sweat was still dripping from He Yan's forehead, but it wasn't cold at all, but Zhou Yancheng stood outside for who knows how long, and the finger bones touching He Yan's skin were as cold as ice.

The white air that the two exhaled when they spoke floated in the air and entangled together.

"How long have you been here?"

"Just arrived when I called you."

He Yan didn't hide, let Zhou Yancheng put on a coat for him: "Go into the house."

Zhou Yancheng pulled him back, his dark eyes almost merged with the night, he stared deeply at He Yan: "I'm leaving soon."

He Yan was stunned: "Why are you in such a hurry? Today is New Year's Eve."

Zhou Yancheng explained: "The network will be shut down tonight."

There is a time difference between East and West Continents. When it enters the early hours of the morning, the first day of Chinese New Year in China, it is time for the market to open in Xizhou.

He Yan's eyelashes trembled: "Have you eaten yet?"

In fact, there is no need to ask this question. Zhou Yancheng came here without even having the New Year's Eve dinner for at least two hours since he came from the capital.

"There's always time for a dumpling," He Yan said as he walked into the community, "Come with me, soon."

He took Zhou Yancheng all the way in, took out the key to open the door, walked through the atrium, turned on the headlights in the living room, and then turned on the central air conditioner. The whole process took less than 3 minutes.

Zhou Yancheng set foot in He Yan's home for the first time in his two lifetimes. He sat on the sofa and looked curiously at the place where He Yan lived for many years. The Chinese-style villa has a spacious space and all the furniture is black and white. He Yan has such a clean temperament.

He Yan rolled up his sleeves and walked towards the kitchen, while Zhou Yancheng hurriedly followed.

"How about cabbage and pork dumplings?" He Yan opened the refrigerator, but there was no response. He looked at the door suspiciously. Zhou Yancheng was holding the door frame and looking at him with tears on his face.

He Yan laughed: "What's the matter? You don't want to cry when it's Chinese New Year's Eve. I don't have to spoil you today!"

Zhou Yancheng wiped his eyes and tears away, but he couldn't wipe away the bloodshot eyes. He said hoarsely, "Pork with cabbage is good, let's eat pork with cabbage..."

He Yan turned around and took out the ingredients he needed, set up a chopping board to cut pork while boiling water, Zhou Yancheng walked around beside him: "Don't you eat dumplings?"

"I'll make you two more dishes."

"It doesn't need to be so troublesome, as long as there are dumplings to eat..." Zhou Yancheng said so, but his eyes were shining, and he looked very happy.

After He Yan cut the shredded meat, he raised his hand to open the high cabinet, and with a "bang", He Yan was startled, and when he turned around, he saw Zhou Yancheng clutching his forehead in aggrieved manner.

He Yan was angry and funny: "What are you doing here!" He took Zhou Yancheng's hand away and took a closer look. Zhou Yancheng's forehead was red, but fortunately it was not swollen. He Yan couldn't help laughing, "Rough skin and thick flesh. It’s pretty tough.”

Zhou Yancheng grinned and wagged his tail, and followed He Yan around.

He Yan was helpless: "Stay away from me, and bump into you again in a while."

Zhou Yancheng was not afraid of bumping into himself, but it would be bad if he bumped into Xiao Yanyan. He took two steps back and asked eagerly, "Is there anything I can do to help?"

He Yan squinted at him: "What will you do?"

Zhou Yancheng saw a cucumber on the side at a glance, and said wittily, "I'll wash the cucumber for you!"

He Yan took a plane: "You peel the cucumber, peel it and then wash it."

Zhou Yancheng accepted the task happily, and squatted next to the trash can to peel cucumbers. He Yan shredded the meat and sliced ​​the fish, and glanced at Zhou Yancheng inadvertently. The only one who gnawed badly was the young master who couldn't even help the soy sauce bottle if it fell down. Well, anyway, he ate it by himself, and he liked to chop it up.

The two have lived together for more than four years. He Yan knows Zhou Yancheng's taste very well. Cabbage and pork dumplings, pan-fried fish, stir-fried shredded pork with cucumber. "It fell on the table, and he hurriedly picked it up again.

He Yan sighed: "It's dirty, don't pick it up, eat it from the bowl."

He Yan took a pair of chopsticks and put the dumplings into Zhou Yancheng's bowl. Zhou Yancheng picked up the bowl, and he scraped something into his mouth when He Yan put something for him.

He Yan suddenly remembered something, he went out, Zhou Yancheng saw He Yan's busy figure through the carved glass between the dining room and the living room, he seemed to be packing something.

The meal was eaten very quickly, and the two of them didn't even have time to say anything. Zhou Yancheng had to rush back before midnight. He Yan sent him to the gate of the community and handed him the bag in his hand: "Don't drink if you stay up late at night. Tea and coffee, some dark chocolate, and banana cherries, your company has a cooking aunt, let her make some soup, pig lung and pig liver soup is the best..."

He Yan lowered his eyes, and his voice was low and inaudible: "You need to take good care of your body..."

Zhou Yancheng stared at He Yan's raised hand in a daze, and almost tremblingly, he took the heavy bag, which contained the food that He Yan had prepared for him.

The damp sourness came overwhelmingly, Zhou Yancheng turned his head and bit his lip hard.

"Go," He Yan put his hand on Zhou Yancheng's arm, first squeezed it firmly, and then pushed Zhou Yancheng out, "It's too late."

Zhou Yancheng was almost like a puppet. He Yan carried the string and sent him into the car step by step. The sound of the car starting could be heard, and it stopped suddenly after walking a few steps away.

The car door opened, and Zhou Yancheng rushed out. He held a red envelope in his hand and handed it to He Yan: "Yanyan! I, I have prepared lucky money for you!"

He Yan took it in surprise, a thick red envelope, which looked like tens of thousands of dollars, he smiled and said, "When did you become so down-to-earth?"

"Yanyan," Zhou Yancheng turned his face away, not daring to look at He Yan, he said with a single mind, "I made a promise with my grandfather, if this matter is done well, he will allow me one thing, anything At the very beginning when I decided to do this, this was also my greatest purpose. Yanyan, I want to be with you, marry you, and let the whole world know that you are my husband and I am yours Husband! I will not let you suffer any more, I will love you forever, be loyal to you, and treat you well for the rest of my life..."

"Hoo-boom!" When Zhou Yancheng said this, a huge firework was exploding above their heads. He Yan watched the gorgeous fireworks dye Zhou Yancheng's handsome face, and his heart beat almost suddenly at that moment. stop.

Zhou Yancheng hugged He Yan fiercely, and quickly backed away amid He Yan's stunned expression, and shouted at He Yan while backing: "You wait for me, wait for me!"

Zhou Yancheng got into the car, and the car roared away, He Yan was still holding the red envelope, standing there in a daze.

If it wasn't for the biting cold wind, He Yan shivered from the cold, and He Yan almost thought it was a hallucination.

Zhou Yancheng came to Wuhe by private jet, and within 10 minutes from showing up to leaving, he said no more than [-] sentences. He ate a meal of dumplings and gave He Yan a red envelope with lucky money.

In the end, I somehow said something about getting married.

He Yan thought in a daze, he didn't seem to say that he forgave him or accepted him, where did Zhou Yancheng have the face to mention marriage?

When will this person's self-righteous, self-righteous, self-talking and self-talking problem be changed?

Then He Yan belatedly thought, what did Zhou Yancheng say?He asked his grandfather for a promise?

He Yan's mind exploded, Zhou Yancheng launched an economic war of the century, and made such an inexhaustible feat, just to ask the head of the Zhou clan for a promise?

He said that he would come to He Yan after solving all the problems. Zhou Yancheng was serious. It was not a casual perfunctory, not a superficial oath. He has been doing this all the time. future.

Zhou Yancheng is more afraid of repeating the mistakes of his previous life than He Yan. The difference between them is that He Yan has always been afraid of fate. He thought that as long as he avoids and hides, he can protect himself and avoid the tragic ending of everyone. To turn things around, Zhou Yancheng wants to use such unrivaled feats to silence all those who oppose them, and he wants to use his supreme wealth and power to pave a legitimate road.

After tonight, everyone will know that Zhou Yancheng is walking a road leading to the throne, and not long after, everyone will know that Zhou Yancheng is only walking a road leading to He Yan.

He Yan supported his forehead, he was so shocked that he stood there for a long time in the cold and couldn't regain his senses, until the phone vibrated again, and the text message still came from Zhou Yancheng: I forgot to kiss you just now, I really want to think about it now!

He Yan's full emotions were suddenly punctured by this text message, and he replied two words dumbfounded: Kiss fart!

Zhou Yancheng quickly replied, and He Yan could almost see Zhou Yancheng's mean smile behind the screen: Kissing the ass is good! Mua~!