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Fang Zhiyi talked to his parents, then bought the latest afternoon flight and left.

When he was sitting on the plane, he couldn't help thinking, how did Sheng Chang'an get here in those years?Now he spends the New Year with his so-called family members, how should he get along with them?

For more than ten hours on the plane, his mind was so full of thoughts that he couldn't sleep at all.He wanted to ask Sheng Chang'an, what happened behind the "because of some reasons" that he said lightly at the beginning?He wanted to know if Sheng Changan insisted on keeping the contract relationship between the two because he was worried that he would regret being with him after knowing this, so he simply used the contract to deceive himself, as if the two had never been together before?

Even though it was only a dozen hours, it seemed as if more than a century had passed.

Because of the time difference, it was early morning when he got off the plane.

Walking out of the airport, the sky was full of rays of light, layers of red, and the clouds beside it were inlaid with a circle of gold, corresponding to the dusty city on the ground.

Fang Zhiyi stared at the red patch for a while, and wanted to cry again.

Sheng Chang'an...how did he draw such a painting full of hope and life?

He took out his mobile phone and sent a message to Sheng Changan asking where he was, and then called his godfather.

His godfather has always had the habit of getting up early, so he picked it up quickly: "Are you there?"

There were no taxis on the street in the morning, Fang Zhiyi walked looking for a taxi, and replied, "I'll be there right away."

"Okay." There was a smile in the voice over there: "I have never had such a good time calling you over to play before. Your younger brothers and sisters miss you."

"Really?" He finally got into the taxi at this moment, "I brought them some presents."

"Okay then, I'll tell them first."

Fang Zhiyi responded and hung up the phone.

After arriving at the place, he first distributed the gifts to the two children. They were not much younger than him, but they just liked to cling to him and call him brother.

Fang Zhiyi joked to his godfather: "Where's my New Year's gift?"

Jiang Sen put on a sad face first: "Oh, I forgot."

Jiang Xiaoyue immediately exposed it: "Daddy lied!" Then she turned to Fang Zhiyi: "He hid the gift in your room."

Jiang Sen raised his face: "Okay, you little girl..."

Fang Zhiyi's mood relaxed a little, but he still cared about Sheng Chang'an's affairs.He pretended to mention casually: "The Uncle Sheng who went riding with us back then, how is he doing recently?"

"Why did you suddenly ask him?" Jiang Sen was a little surprised, and then couldn't help laughing: "Speaking of which, you almost should have called him Brother Sheng back then."

Fang Zhiyi: "..." The past is unbearable.

Jiang Keyi said: "It's almost the same as before, his two children are very annoying."

Jiang Sen stopped immediately: "Don't talk about others like that behind their backs."

"Okay." Jiang Keyi shrugged, "The two children in his family are not very likable."

Jiang Sen: "..."

"Are they celebrating the New Year at home now?" Fang Zhiyi followed them to the restaurant, and sat on a chair to prepare dinner: "Many overseas Chinese will still celebrate the New Year."

"Of course." Jiang Sen picked up the chopsticks: "There are many rules in his family."

"Can there be any rules?" Fang Zhiyi also picked up his chopsticks and stirred his porridge, "Isn't Chinese New Year just like the New Year's Eve dinner?"

Jiang Sen thought for a while: "I don't know too well, I just torment the children."

Jiang Keyi immediately added: "The two children in his family are still very annoying with so many rules."

After eating, Fang Zhiyi chatted with them for a while, and finally elicited what he wanted to say: "Uncle Sheng had his eldest son in China before, do you know?"

Jiang Sen nodded: "I know. What's wrong?"

Fang Zhiyi rubbed his nose: "Actually, I also want to come and see him, but I don't know if it's convenient."

"Go if you want." Jiang Sen didn't care, "I'll call him and ask."

Fang Zhiyi quickly thanked him, and then said, "Don't mention his son, just say I'll go and see him."

Jiang Sen raised his eyebrows: "Okay."

After making the phone call, Jiang Sen gestured "OK" to him, and he patted Jiang Xiaoyue's head with a smile: "I'll bring you a beautiful brother back later." Then he went out.

He had been to Sheng Bin's house before, remembered the way, and drove Jiang Sen's car there.

After arriving at the place, Fang Zhiyi blew the whistle.

It was Sheng Chang'an who came out to open the door. The moment he saw Fang Zhiyi, his face turned pale.

Sheng Bin's voice came from behind: "Is Zhiyi here?"

Fang Zhiyi responded, opened the door and got out of the car.

Sheng Changan stood blankly at the door, Fang Zhiyi walked over and squeezed his hand: "Why are your hands so cold?"

He then naturally dragged Sheng Changan in, smiled and paid homage to Sheng Bin: "Hello, Uncle Sheng."

Sheng Bin laughed: "I didn't believe it when Jiang Sen called me just now. Why did you come here suddenly?"

"Isn't it just to take a look." Fang Zhiyi then smiled, "Is this yours?"

Sheng Bin said "ah": "My eldest son."

Fang Zhiyi said "Oh": "Why didn't I hear you mention it before? I thought you only had two children."

Sheng Bin hummed: "There's nothing to say."

"That's it." Fang Zhiyi nodded, "I happened to know Chang'an in China some time ago, and I have a good relationship, so I wanted to come and see him, but I didn't expect him to be your son. You should have mentioned it earlier. "

Sheng Bin: "..."

Fang Zhiyi continued to smile at Mimi: "Chang'an, can I see your room?"

Sheng Chang'an panicked and nodded hurriedly, knowing that Yi Chong and Sheng Bin smiled again: "Then I will go back to the room with Chang'an first, and our peers have more common topics, so I won't bother you."

After the two entered the room, Fang Zhiyi dragged him to the side of the bed and sat down: "The style of your room is similar to ours."

Sheng Changan's body was still trembling slightly, and his voice was trembling: "Did you... know everything?"

Fang Zhiyi held his hand and warmed him up: "No, I just got a rough idea."

Sheng Changan's Adam's apple moved up and down, and he made a dry voice: "If you are, then regret it, our contract..."

"I really regret it." Fang Zhiyi opened his mouth without waiting for him to finish speaking, a little bit resentfully: "I shouldn't have promised you to keep the contract back then, and abducted you back home earlier in love, so that you won't have to worry about it of……"

Sheng Chang'an's heart was seized violently at first, wrinkled into a painful ball, and then it seemed to be miraculously smoothed by a pair of hands.

He blinked, tears streaming down uncontrollably.

Fang Zhiyi raised his hand and wiped it for him: "Okay, I have also visited your room, would you like to visit my room?"

Sheng Changan wiped away his tears indiscriminately, and nodded.

"Okay, people will think I'm bullying you when I go out later." Fang Zhiyi slowed down his voice, "Let's go now? We can still catch lunch when we get there."

Sheng Changan stopped his tears, his voice was a little hoarse: "Where are you going?"

Fang Zhiyi smiled: "Do you still remember that I told you that I have a godfather?"

The two went downstairs to bid farewell to the rest of the Sheng family. Fang Zhiyi still had a smile on his face: "Then I'll take Chang'an to our house to play, and then I won't be able to return directly to China."

The two children of Sheng Bin's family also liked Fang Zhiyi before, seeing if he was going to take Sheng Chang'an away, they were not happy: "We are going too!"

Fangzhi Yi Wen said: "Your elder brother Ke Yi is also at home."

Siblings: "..."

Until getting into the car, Sheng Changan felt like he was dreaming.

When my father received the call just now, he said he was asking him to meet a very good young man, but unexpectedly it was Fang Zhiyi.The moment he opened the door, his mind went blank, and he felt that being in hell was nothing more than that.

Since Fang Zhiyi and his father are old acquaintances, then his past...

When he got off the car, Sheng Changan still had a somewhat uneasy expression on his face.

Fang Zhiyi shook his head and smiled, and pulled him in: "Xiaoyue! Come and see the pretty brother!"

Jiang Xiaoyue ran over and said "wow" very appreciatively.

Sheng Chang'an blushed a little, Fang Zhiyi smiled and said to Jiang Xiaoyue: "Is there any New Year gift for you?"

Jiang Xiaoyue said seriously: "I didn't have it originally, but this brother can have it."

She turned around and ran upstairs, then came down with a bear in her arms: "I went out to buy it a few days ago, and I haven't opened it yet."

Sheng Changan took it over in a daze, and thanked him.

Jiang Xiaoyue waved her hand: "As long as you like it."

Jiang Keyi also came over when he heard the commotion, hesitated for a while, and came over with a jar of candy: "Is this okay?"

"Okay." Fang Zhiyi took it with a smile, and handed it to Sheng Changan: "This kid really likes candy, and if he is willing to give you this jar, he must really like you."

Sheng Changan said thank you again.

Fang Zhiyi took him upstairs: "Okay, let me show you my room."

Sheng Changan's heart beat a little faster, Fang Zhiyi gently pushed him to open the door.

After opening the door, two people walked in and put down the things in their hands first.

Sheng Changan looked around, his eyes were full of envy.

Fang Zhiyi rubbed his ears in embarrassment: "This decoration style is actually what I liked when I was in junior high school, because I didn't come here often, so I haven't changed it." He walked to the bookcase and took out a book. : "I liked reading this type of books at the beginning, and there are a lot of them in my home or here."

Sheng Changan leaned over: "..." It was not too different from the ones I sent him back then.

Fang Zhiyi seemed to be able to read minds: "It's not the same as the ones you sent me back then. These are not just sweet texts, there are all kinds of them."

Sheng Changan: "..."