Can a scholar not be partial to a subject?

Ms. Xia originally planned to wait for Qiu Zhen to leave before arranging the cleaning of the house. When it snowed and people couldn't leave, she simply ordered them together.

The house is handed over to the housekeeper all year round, but this time, she will spend as much time as possible to clean the house by herself, and the four of them will go out to eat after cleaning the house.

Today is New Year's Eve, and many shops on the street closed early, and they are still open for viewing, and most of them will close after tonight.

Qiuzhen originally thought it was a family dinner, but he didn't expect there were only four of them, why didn't they eat at home?

Director Bi said, "I'll take you out to eat something good."

The implication is that there is nothing good at home.

There is no fixed nanny at home, and it is not easy to invite people during the New Year. Only a family of three can cook some home-cooked dishes, and New Year's Eve can't live without hard dishes.

After thinking about it, Qiu Zhen understood.

He felt that it was necessary for him to learn how to cook.

When he got home, Qiu Zhen always felt that something was missing. He didn't realize it until he received the fucking money transfer and confiscated the lucky money.

Bi Xia also received Qiu Ma's red envelopes, she sent four in total, and there were four more sentences that came with the lucky money.

This is from Auntie.

This is what Qiuzheng's father gave you.

This is from Grandma Qiuzheng to you.

This is given to you by Qiuzheng's grandmother.

Bi Xia thanked them one by one, and before he could put down the phone, he received a transfer reminder, which was sent by Qiu Zhen.

Bi Xia looked up at him, sat cross-legged on the floor and looked at him with a smile: "I gave you all the lucky money, call me brother."

What he said was all the lucky money he just received.

Bi Xia thought about his parents' habits, Qiu Zhen would receive more money tomorrow, and moved his fingers to collect his money, with the same expression on his face, and called his brother as he wished.

Qiu Zhen spent thousands of dollars to buy this elder brother, but he didn't think it was worth it at all, and even regretted not having the habit of saving money.

Early the next day when Qiuzhen woke up, he said a long list of auspicious words to Bi Xia. His family did not have this habit. He asked this question yesterday. However, after he said such a long list, Bi Xia only said a happy new year.

Qiu Zhen: "Didn't you say you want to say auspicious words?"

Bi Xia repeated: "Happy New Year."

Qiuzhen: "..."

He thought he could hear the gaudy New Year's speech from the university bully, but he didn't expect him to be so simple.

After careful consideration, he realized something else. What Xia Xia said was a happy new year, not a happy new year. It could be about studying well, being healthy, and everything. A good word is concise and all-encompassing, and it is worthy of him.

So he went out and said Happy New Year to his uncle and aunt. After saying seven words, Bi Haicheng smiled and stuffed him with a gold ingot. Qiu Zhen was stunned. Does anyone still give this to him these days?

"Lucky money, keep it."

It turned out that the New Year's money was issued on the first day of the first lunar month. Qiu Zhen hadn't figured out what to do with the gold ingot yet, so Bi Haicheng gave him another box. Qiu Zhen opened it and found the same nine ingots inside.

Bi Haicheng saw his concerns, and pointed to Bi Xia: "There are Dongdong, too, and it's the same every year."

The big head is here, and Ms. Xia only has an exquisite red envelope with 88 yuan in it.

Breakfast is dumplings, and after eating, someone will come to pay New Year's greetings.

The snow is still falling, just finished sweeping yesterday, and the yard was covered with snow again in the morning, Qiu Zhen and Bi Xia put on cotton jackets and went outside to sweep the snow.

Qiuzheng's clothes are one size larger than Bixia's, but they can wear winter clothes together. Ms. Xia bought a lot of new clothes for Bixia and hung them in the closet.

Qiu Zhen saw two red down jackets yesterday, so he agreed with Bi Xia to wear them today.

The two stood in the yard sweeping snow in clothes of the same color, looking very harmonious.

Bi Haicheng took a sip of tea and looked at his wife: "Xiaoqiu is fine."

Xia Wenlan didn't answer his words, but instead asked him: "The guest will come later, how would you introduce him?"

"Go son."

They were talking about guests here, and indeed there were guests over there.

The one who came was a middle-aged man who spoke Beijing dialect, with the same accent, but different people have completely different tastes when speaking.

When he entered the door and saw Bi Xia, he said, "Hey, junior brother, I haven't seen you for a year, and my brother has grown taller again."

Bi Xia paused slightly, nodded to him, and called Brother Hong.

Qiu Zhen was very upset: Who is this person?

The snow was almost swept away, Bi Xia and Qiu Zhen put away their tools and entered the house.

They helped each other take off hats, gloves and scarves,

Over there, as soon as the guest took off his hat, Qiu Zhen was delighted. He knew this person.

It's not right to know him, Qiu Zhen knows him.

He is also a director, and his surname is Bi. He is in his early thirties this year. He is not very famous as a director, but he has always been rumored to be the illegitimate son of Bi Haicheng.

He explained it many times, but netizens didn't believe it. Until Bi Xia's photo was exposed, everyone didn't know where to find the photo of Bi Haicheng in college, and made a comparison. This is his real son.

The guy named Bi Yanhong can tell from the volume of his hair that he is not Daosheng Bi's.

As soon as Bi Yanhong entered the door, he was called by his master and his wife.

He chatted with Bi Haicheng for a while and talked about Qiu Zhen: "This little brother has an extraordinary bearing, I don't know if it's..."

Bi Xia was already used to his way of speaking, sitting on the side peeling oranges.

"what do you say?"

If the master is interested, he must accompany him as an apprentice. Moreover, as a director, he should have good eyesight. Maybe the master is trying to teach him.

He looked at Qiu Zhen again, and found that the person who was sitting upright just now was almost clinging to his junior brother, begging for oranges with his mouth open.

"what--"

Bi Xia peeled off a piece of orange and put it in his mouth.

No, he has learned Bi Xia's temperament before, and he is very polite, but he is equally alienated from everyone. How good the relationship is can he be asked to feed oranges.

His mind ran in a certain direction uncontrollably. Recently, it is very popular for two boys to fall in love.

Although the master has made movies with same-sex themes and won awards, but this is his own son, Bi Yanhong dare not really say so.

In the end, Qiuzheng was praised a bucket and said that he was a relative's child.

Bi Haicheng shook his head and smiled: "This is my godson." After glancing at the two children, he added, "Dongdong recognized it for me."