Candies, cakes and sandwiches are set on a long dining table covered with white embroidered tablecloths, adorned with rose bushes. In front of an entire wine wall is the bar, where bartenders and waiters provide a steady stream of fine wines.

Cheng Yan poured two glasses of champagne in one breath, and the delicious bubbles comforted his stomach and emotions at the same time. Originally, he had imagined that he would spend the holidays with the Xia family alone, and when he entered the door, he was so nervous that he was going to be on the same foot.

The tension was relieved in an instant, but it also fell into an inexplicable emptiness.

Just as the third glass of champagne entered, Xia Shaoqian came over after changing his clothes.

Cheng Yan almost didn't spit out the wine - Xia Shaoqian was wearing the camel sweater he gave him, exactly like what Cheng Yan imagined him to wear.

"This is..." Cheng Yan asked, looking at his chest.

Before he could finish speaking, Xia Shaoqian simply replied, "Yes!"

Cheng Yan touched his hot ears: "That's great. It seems that I made the right choice."

Xia Shaoqian took his arm and said loudly, "Come here...I'll introduce Xia Ye and Xiaomeng to you."

Xia Ye and Xia Zhimeng, these two names were taken by Xia Shaoqian's ex-wife, she is a Shakespeare fan. Originally, Xia Ye was called Xia Ye, but Xia Shaoqian felt it was not solemn, so he changed it to Xia Ye.

There were guests everywhere in the house, Xia Shaoqian had to stop to chat with others, and introduced Cheng Yan to many people along the way.

Some people drank too much or didn't know what to do, just politely shook hands with Chengyan. Some may have known Xia Shaoqian for a long time and are familiar with each other, and seeing Cheng Yan's eyes became a little clearer.

Cheng Yan dealt with it calmly.

After turning around and not finding Xia Ye, Xia Shaoqian said, "Forget it, let's take a look at Xiaomeng first."

Xiaomeng and other children are in the children's room, separate from the gathering place where adults smoke and drink, and have a special babysitter to take care of them.

When Xia Shaoqian entered, there was a puppet show going on inside. A group of children laughed erratically.

At a glance, Cheng Yan saw a big black dog like a bear lying on the floor, and on the dog was a little girl wearing little angel wings.

Sure enough, it was a summer dream.

As soon as Xia Shaoqian came in and waved at her, she immediately rushed over: "Dad!" The wings behind her trembled. The big dog also followed.

Xia Shaoqian picked her up and asked her to stretch out her little hand to shake Cheng Yan, and said his name.

"I'm Xia Zhimeng, six years old. This is lucky, four years old."

The big dog flicked his tail when he heard his name.

Cheng Yan couldn't help licking its head.

Xia Shaoqian asked where brother Xiaomeng was, and Xiaomeng shook his head.

Leaving the children's room, Xia Shaoqian kissed Chengyan's face: "Xiao Meng likes you very much."

Cheng Yan thought he was speaking politely and smiled.

"Really, she doesn't introduce lucky to people she doesn't like," Xia Shaoqian stroked his neck, "stay tonight for the night..."

From time to time people pass by in the hallway, standing sideways, leaning against each other. The alcoholic fermentation of the familiar breath is even more so. Cheng Yan was already sweating.

"Um..." He replied vaguely, a little incoherently, "Is it okay, guest?"

Xia Shaoqian finally couldn't bear it anymore, grabbed him to the unoccupied lounge, and the two began to play 80.

After the fight, Xia Shaoqian turned on the light and slowly opened the curtains.

At that moment, the snow suddenly fluttered, and it was just the right beauty. Cheng Yan suddenly felt moved.

Xia Shaoqian kissed his lips: "I'll go get something to drink."

As soon as he left his forefoot, someone came in immediately.

The person Cheng Yan didn't know, but he had seen it before and was impressed - that handsome, half-blooded, curvy young man.

More than half a year ago, Cheng Yan saw that he and Xia Shao had a modest conversation at an antiques exchange, apparently an old acquaintance.

At this moment, the handsome half-blood was looking at Cheng Yan gloomily, and Cheng Yan already fully understood what he wanted to say.

But he clearly underestimated hybrids.

"You're not worthy of Brother Shaoqian!"

Cheng Yan was stunned for a moment, then trembled: "You call him Shao Qian... brother?"

The mixed blood was stunned, he didn't expect Cheng Yan's attention to be here.

But he quickly returned to normal, and replied coldly: "I have known him since I was five years old, and I called him brother Shaoqian since I was a child. You can imagine our origin."

Cheng Yan took out the cigarette: "Do you mind?"

The half-blood frowned and didn't answer, and then said, "You are just an uneducated actor, you neither understand Brother Shao Qian's past, nor can you resonate with him on a deeper level, and it will not help his career... "

After talking about Datong, it was generally euphemistically satirizing that Cheng Yan was a cheap vase and was not qualified to be with the noble brother Shao Qian.

Cheng Yan was smoking a cigarette leisurely, and the mixed race finally couldn't bear it any longer: "Don't you want to admit what I said!"

"I admit it." Cheng Yan said simply.

Hybrid was stunned.

Cheng Yan smiled: "To be honest, I don't want to have any spiritual resonance with him at all, maybe he thinks so too. We are together to score 80 points."

He snuffed out the cigarette and looked at the mixed blood: "You should understand if you hit eighty points."