Uncle Shen entertained the two sisters for dinner.

This is the first time my sister sees her mother's husband, and sighs to Zhaozhao, "Old-school gentleman."

Dinner with the stepdaughters in private, but also shirts, ironed properly without a single fold. No matter how small or small, every time the food is served and the wine is added, I have to do it myself, and take care of my mother in every possible way. When talking to women, they also put their posture low and do not deliberately.

"The type that mom likes." Zhaozhao whispered. So she was able to conclude at the beginning that her mother's marriage partner must be this Uncle Shen.

Uncle Shen found himself being observed by the twins, and smiled and looked at "do the dishes suit the taste?"

"Uncle Shen, it doesn't matter whether it suits your appetite or not. As long as you are happy, everything we eat is a feast of delicacies," my sister toasted, "I wish you a hundred years of happiness."

Zhaozhao also raised his glass "white head and eyebrows."

Uncle Shen and mother smiled at each other.

Zhaozhao saw that his mother's hand on the table was held by Uncle Shen, and the details were full of newly-married affection. Mom is very happy.

Next week is the big day.

And what was he thinking about, his brother who had only met for two days. Think about where he went and how late he will be back.

After dinner, my mother drove my sister to play, and Uncle Shen took Zhaozhao to a study with a coat room, which is said to belong to the earliest owner here, Shen Ce's great-grandfather.

Zhaozhao has always had a good impression of Uncle Shen's family, because her mother said that at the end of the Qing Dynasty, Shen Ce's great-grandfather was a famous nobleman in Sijiu City. want to stay here and come back. From the moment she entered the study on the first floor, she could see that both the decoration and the ornaments kept the old appearance, the whole wall of bookshelves reaching to the ceiling, the floor-to-ceiling quartz clock, and the well-preserved old vinyl records. Machine, everything is as it was yesterday.

This study is still standing in that turbulent time and space, has not changed.

"The great-grandfather is buried in Beijing, and it's good to put incense here." Uncle Shen handed a stick of incense.

She did as she was told.

After leaving the study, several uncles came to the suite outside. They were all from Uncle Shen's generation. Only Uncle Shen was in his 40s, and the rest were old people in their 60s and 70s. Zhaozhao had met them one by one, thinking that there were many older brothers in their forties and fifties at the wedding banquet, and deeply realized why everyone said that Shen Ce was of great seniority.

The uncles all prepared greetings, and Zhao Zhao thanked them one by one.

There were too many boxes to hold, and a hand stretched out behind her and took a few large items from her arms. She turned back, it was him.

It's just past eight o'clock, is that "very late"?

When the seventy-year-old uncle saw him, he said, "Shen Ce is back."

"Uncle." Shen Ce stood in front of him.

"Zhaozhao is your sister, keep it in your heart," everyone listened silently, and the uncle said the most weighty words among those present, "In the past, you had no brothers and sisters, and the family also protected you. start learning."

Shen Ce was silent for a long time.

When everyone felt a little strange, he said in a deep voice, "I'll be nice to her."

He took his seat and took tea from the girl behind him.

He just came back from outside, and it was because his uncles at home arrived early, so he didn't change his suit. The guest Shen Ce met tonight was very important, and he was still wearing a tie. don't know if he is too tired, but in the jokes of the elders in this room, he is extraordinarily silent.

Afterwards, an uncle told Zhaozhao that the monthly allowances given by the family, regardless of men and women, only differed according to age. This is completely different from the grandfather's place, where there will not be a bowl of water for unrelated children. It seems that what they say about "valuing the family" is true, not just words.

Zhaozhao chatted with the uncles, and gradually discovered that Shen Ce was really an outlier in their family.

Maybe it's because the men in this room are all old, and he's the only one who still has the edge. At first glance, this edge is not dazzling, like a blade buried in the sand. When the wind blows, it takes away a layer of sand to see what is under the sand.

He is the famous blade under the sand, which has been hiding, converging, and showing no wind.

When Zhaozhao left, Shen Ce was still sitting with him. After three rounds of tea, he didn't say a word.

After ten o'clock, my mother called and asked Zhaozhao to sleep first without waiting for them. Before the receiver was steady, the phone rang again, and she thought it was her mother again.

"Auntie." There was a strange girl in the receiver.

The delicate voice is the easiest to soften people's hearts. She knew that it was one of Shen Ce's nieces, "Well, hello."

"Come and see my uncle fight."

"Where's the punch"

"Someone will pick you up." The laughter of the children over there blended, and the phone hung up.

The man who came to pick him up was a man in light clothes, gentle and polite, called Shen Yan, who looked to be twenty-seven or eighty-year-old, and opened his mouth to call her "Auntie". Being able to live to this age and getting married early, she is much more experienced than Zhaozhao, who has just grown up, in terms of receiving people and dealing with things. A few small chats resolved Zhaozhao's discomfort with seniority titles.

"Let the child scream more in the past two days, and get used to it," Shen Yan led her out, and said with a smile, "My uncle is not in a good mood, I'll be upset in a while, but it doesn't happen."

Zhaozhao originally wanted to ask why, and if he wanted to be psychologically prepared, he could also help them persuade. It's too much to talk about, and anyone here has a much deeper relationship with Shen Ce than himself, and he can't use himself.

The two took the elevator to the top floor.

Shen Ce had told her when he arrived in the afternoon that there was a bowling alley, a swimming pool and a gym in this building. They were on the ground floor and on the top floor respectively. He didn't tell her there was a place to fight.

When got in, saw that the boxing table was in the northeast of the gym, occupying a space.

She saw the backs of two men in Taichung. The upper part of the body is exposed, the hands are wrapped with white hand straps, and the same thing is wrapped around the ankles and ankles. Muay Thai has always been the bloodiest fight. She usually doesn't even watch matches with leather gloves, let alone the most primitive bare-handed fistfights.

There were no children around to watch, and it was estimated that they had all been taken elsewhere.

The two were at a time of difficulty.

Shen Ce's steps were very strange, sweat dripped down his back, the texture on his back had beautiful lines, and there were bruises on his arms. Of course, his opponent was much worse than him.

Zhaozhao thought of a sentence that an eagle stands like sleep, and a tiger walks like a disease.

The opponent couldn't hold back, and suddenly made a move.

The fists and legs are fighting head-on, and the elbows and knees are attacked by short soldiers, and the tricks are fierce. Shen Ce suddenly took two steps back, feinted, pulled back and kicked back, kicking a big man into the rope.

The masts all around the ring are reverberating

He took the wet towel thrown from the stage and spat out a mouthful of blood from his teeth. Seeing the faint red in Baili, Zhaozhao took a breath.

He tilted his head and glanced at her face, something flashed in his eyes.

Soon, Shen Ce withdrew his gaze, "Change the hemp rope."

Wrapping the hemp rope on your hand is like wrapping a file, it is rough and hard, and the lethality is amazing. It's the way that Southeast Asia's wild stage and underground boxing ring only use it to seek excitement and make money from spectators. It's ancient and barbaric.

The man who was punching with him turned over, resting his hands on the rope, panting, "It's alright, you're still the best man, what does it mean to be injured?"

"Don't fight." He drove people off the ring, and threw the towel off the ring.

Shen Ce said something to the Thai boxer who was always watching by the side of the stage with his arms around his arms. Zhaozhao couldn't understand it, but it was in Thai. The boxer nodded slightly, took off the white robe he was wearing, found two bundles of hemp ropes wrapped around his hands, and turned over onto the ring.

One of the balls of hemp rope was thrown to Shen Ce. This is a serious boxer, like the kind of man who punches all the year round in the live broadcast arena. He is full of scars, and his eyes are full of ruthlessness that can tear the opponent apart.

"What's wrong with your uncle today, playing so hot?" The man who was kicked out walked to Shen Yan's place barefoot and wearing only half-length shorts.

"Would it be entangled with hemp rope, it will hurt badly?" she interrupted suddenly.

"Of course," the man looked down at her, "that thing wrapped around his hand, and the fist was bloodied."

Zhao Zhao's breath froze.

She looked at his back, and watched him slowly and skillfully wrap the hemp rope around his hands, her heart beating fast.

The boxer put his hands together, bowed slightly to Shen Ce, and saluted.

Shen Ce folded his hands together, his posture was very slack, and he bowed slightly, his eyes fixed on the boxer six steps away, and he gave a silent opening fist salute.

The more silent, the more worried.

Zhaozhao couldn't help but go around to the other side, to the edge of the stage closer to Shen Ce, and stared at him through the rope. Seeing the old wounds all over the Muay Thai master and the rough hemp ropes wrapped around their hands, he called out, "Brother."

The man in the ring seemed unheard of.

Both have begun to take their steps. Muay Thai is the most particular type of footwork fighting. The tiger walks like a lion and kills every step.

Zhaozhao looked scared and followed him to the other side, "Brother, listen to what I have to say."

Shen Ce stopped.

Zhaozhao lowered his voice and quickly asked, "You're not wearing any protective gear, and you're not even wearing a mouthguard. What should you do if you hit like this?"

The boxer saw that Shen Ce's footsteps had stopped, and he also stopped. After all, he was the employer. There was no need to go to the boxing ring to see the blood score, and it was not a wild platform to make money to make a living. The boxer waited for Zhaozhao to finish speaking, and said a few short words to Shen Ce in a calm voice.

The first sentence you are distracted.

second sentence who is she

Zhaozhao didn't know what they were talking about, so he could only stare at Shen Ce's face and judge the content of their conversation. However, Shen Ce didn't give her any chance to understand and didn't answer half a word.

Shen Ce thought about it for a while, but still took the tiger's stride.

Zhao Zhao's heart sank.

He suddenly stopped again, with a helpless smile, stood up straight, and shook his head at the boxer. He folded his hands together and bowed to end this fierce tiger fight that was already on the verge of an arrow.

Those bare feet, with white cloth tapes around their middles and ankles, stepped on a line of watermarks on the stage and walked up to her. He half-squatted down, his hands wrapped with white hemp rope came over, and he touched the top of her head "Why are you afraid of me losing?" The palms were still hot.

"Is it interesting to fight to win or lose? It's not a game." The words came out, and he felt that his tone was wrong, as if he was complaining about someone very close.

"It's boring," he said in a low voice, his brows widened in front of him, "just to pass the time, idle around, and no one wants me to accompany you."

On the high platform, he pressed his hand on the soft rope, rolled over, took a bottle of water handed over by Shen Yan, walked barefoot to the side and rinsed his mouth, spitting out blood in the wooden bucket. After pouring water three times in a row, the blood in his mouth was washed away.

The one who punched Shen Ce before looked at Zhaozhao through the light.

At the beginning, felt that she was not like the Shen family. This girl stood beside the boxing ring, like a nourished, moisturizing, scented moisturizing girl from the south of the Yangtze River. Usually this kind of face is easy to appear indifferent, but she does not, it is the bright red petals holding the morning mist, or the kind that piles up in the garden.

At a glance, her eyes are full of her, and the beauty of other things will never be seen again.

The man thought it was Shen Ce's person at first, because she had been walking around the ring since she came in, only Shen Ce was in her eyes, so she stopped thinking about getting to know him. Hearing Zhaozhao call Brother Shen Ce, Shi Cai suddenly realized that this is his younger sister.

"Hello, my surname is Liang, Liang Jinhua, my brother mentioned you." This man is completely different from Liang Jinrong, his facial features are also very different, rough, and more masculine. He is in his thirties.

Zhao Zhao was about to respond, but Shen Ce interrupted, "You go to the lounge first."

Zhaozhao smiled politely at the man and left first.

Liang Jinhua watched her, "As soon as I saw your sister, I remembered a few poems, but they didn't quite fit."

The people around you are like the moon, with frost and snow on your wrists.

Shen Ce thought of this sentence in the flower cake shop.

Liang Jinhua has passed by, and is considering pursuing a suitable and likeable girl to start a family together. I heard that the younger brother of the third room is very courteous to the new girl from the Shen family. When I saw it today, I felt that the dedication was worth it "later.Where do you like what your sister likes?" He also wanted to make friends.

Because of Zhao Zhao's appearance, Shen Ce's desire to see blood has not yet cleared up, his eyes are slightly blurred, he untied the hemp rope on his hand, and threw it into the bucket.