As soon as Zhaozhao entered the lounge, there were all "little aunts, little aunts" one after another, old and young. Just as she sat on the sofa, Shen Yan's less than two-year-old son climbed onto her lap, and grandma called out, "Little auntie," biting her neckline, "Uncle-grandfather, uncle-grandfather!"

The milk baby who just learned to speak, the question is incomplete, it means to ask where Shen Ce is, if he can't find it, he is still wronged, and even if he is wronged, he will cry. So Zhaozhao held Shen Yan's little baby and did the duty of a grandmother to coax his nephew and grandson.

When Shen Ce showed up again, the trousers covered the wound on his leg, and there was still a large piece of green under the short sleeve, and there was also a scratched blood on his forehead. He saw that Zhao Zhao and his nephew had become a pair of koala mother and son, and he directly blamed Shen Yan for "bringing it without coaxing."

Shen Ce sat next to her and put his arms on the back of the sofa behind her.

At such a time, Liang Jinhua was driven away early. Shen Yan left again, and Shen Ce and her were the only ones left here.

"Little uncle, I'll give you medicine." The boy who stopped the car squeezed to his lap and held the medicine.

"My uncle asked you to call my aunt, but you are unwilling. Now you have to please." A girl said, it was the person who called Zhaozhao on the phone just now.

The children were bickering, not knowing what was wrong.

The speaker is unintentional, the hearer is intentional.

Zhaozhao's eyes wandered, thinking about what to do.

"Auntie is here, I don't need you," Shen Ce handed over the wound medicine logically, "There is no one next door."

Get up after speaking.

Zhaozhao kept up with his little nephew in the loss of his younger nephew. After the hustle and bustle of one room, went to the small room next door, a small tea room, with a sofa, and an incense burner with green smoke. The wood-cut screen blocked the view of the door.

It was quiet inside, and all could hear were the laughter of children outside the screen.

Zhaozhao opened the round box, dipped his fingers with the transparent paste, raised his eyes, and met his eyes.

"you have to use your hands"

"Hands work well." She pretended to be calm, but she forgot to ask if there was anything like a cotton swab.

Shen Ce originally wanted to call someone to send a warm towel, but in the past he applied the medicine himself, because he thought the ointment was sticky and never used his hands. But it's not necessary now.

He took off his short sleeves. Shen Ce, who was on the ring just now, was also bare-chested and showed his back. She could only worry about his safety, but now, his body was facing her directly, and he could see the muscles from his shoulders to his waist and abdomen. In front of him, the thin, buttoned straps of his trousers hang down, and the waistband is low.

Teacup Wo started, he took a sip, "Look at it."

Zhaozhao smeared the medicine into the palm of his hand, and sighed, "on the shoulder first"

He was silent for a moment. The room suddenly darkened.

There was the sound of footsteps, and a small figure ran out of the darkness, hugged him around his waist, and tied a knot behind him with a small hand, not willing to let go. He lowered his head to look at that face, which surprised the neighbors at such a young age. She refused, she shook her head from side to side in his arms, and asked, "Brother, you don't want me anymore, brother, where have you been, brother I will die without you, do you know, brother I have been dead for thirty-nine days, do you know?" do not know. He wanted to coax her, but he also wanted to listen to her, so he let her cry until the back in his arms, letting her see the wound on his arm.

After a hundred deaths, there are almost no bones left. He can't care about other things. He can't wait to listen to the cry of his younger sister's thoughts, and let her roll up the sleeve tube.

The little man cried again and again, ran away, and came back with a bag full of wound medicine and cloth belts, and actually held a paper bag of brown sugar cubes in his hands. The brown sugar was stuffed between his teeth, his fingers dug out a large piece of ointment, his mouth was slightly opened, he breathed in the palm of his hand, and then rubbed his hands lightly, as if to warm the medicine first. Afraid of the cold, it's cold to him

In the late winter and twelfth lunar month, when the scenery is dying, the warmth in the charcoal brazier is not as warm as her hands, her tender hands.

"On the shoulders." Shen Ce saw her in reality from the darkness.

Zhaozhao rubbed his hands lightly and landed on him.

The muscles under the palms tensed.

Her hands trembled.

"You can rub it." He said suddenly.

There was fire in her hands, and it was herself that was burning, and her face was also hot. She hurriedly drew twice to stop her hands.

"How can it be considered hot?" she asked, adjusting her sitting position unconsciously. Just now, he was completely focused on where the skins of the two of them were sticking together, but he didn't pay attention to it, and his legs were numb. Slightly numb, as if seeing how the blood flowed in his body.

"I'll tell you when it's hot."

Zhaozhao secretly slandered.

Shen Cecha glanced at her and seemed to hear her heart.

"Shen Qi," he asked outside, "every time you apply medicine, does it get hot?"

"Yes, yes," replied the boy's voice, "Auntie, you rub so hard that it becomes hot."

"Auntie works hard" the children outside followed along.

Shen Ce looked at her again, the eyes under her eyelashes were slightly raised, as if she was laughing at her thinking too much.

Zhaozhao remained silent, rubbing the bruise with all his heart, and when he got really hot, an inexplicable sense of accomplishment surged up. "Almost, change the place." Shen Ce whispered.

This time it's behind the waist.

I don't know if the location is special or not. Zhaozhao is not so calm this time. The bruise on his hand is like being forced to open the pores all over his body, and his body is hot and cold.

"I really want to call me brother" suddenly asked the man with his back to her.

She stopped.

The two voices just now were blurted out, without any purpose. She didn't know how to explain.

"In the future, I will call my name in front of outsiders," he said to her in the tranquility that belonged to the two of them. "In private, I will follow you."

Zhaozhao said "um" and wanted to run away.

Shen Ce suddenly backed her arm, she was caught off guard, and he locked her wrist. Zhaozhao's heart skipped a beat, and the scorching heat between her wrists slid up, wrapping the back of her hand because of the moisturization of the ointment, and both of their fingers slipped like loach.

He didn't even look back, holding the teacup that had been emptied earlier in one hand, and restraining her in the other.

He was covering her with body temperature.

Until someone outside the screen asked if they wanted to add water, the ambiguity was cut off.

Zhaozhao saw someone carrying a pot and came in, left him far away, stood by the screen, and looked at the curling white smoke of the incense burner. She put her hands behind her back, still in a trance because of what had just happened. Shen Ce didn't say a word, took out a tissue, and wiped his hands inch by inch.

"What kind of fragrance is this?" She was afraid that the person who added the water would find it strange, so she took the initiative to ask.

"Deng Liumei Chenxiang." He said.

Zhaozhao said "Oh", and she took it according to the code. She glanced at the incense burner and turned around. Shen Ce was already in front of her, but she was still shirtless.

The man who filled the water is gone.

It was late, and the children shouted goodbye outside. Inside the screen, Shen Ce responded freely, and until she was gone, she was still face to face.

She thought about the trouble, and she couldn't apply any more medicine. "The back is all wiped. The rest, the front."

"The front, I'll do it myself."

She could feel his body temperature and the strength of his breathing through the air. The surrounding decorations are all the screen, standing beside the two, the teapot, the incense burner, and even the wallpaper have shadows. Shadow to shadow, surrounding them, obscuring everything in this room.

"At the wedding"

The breath he exhaled fell on Liu Hai, and he lowered his head, waiting for her to speak.

"Is your girlfriend coming?" she asked softly.

Like a laugh, a silent laugh, only she can sense it when she is so close.

"Your sister-in-law," he said deliberately, after he stopped talking, "It's hard to say."

He was sure that Zhaozhao really forgot about last night.

No one would be foolish enough to test him twice in a row to see if he has a girlfriend.

Zhao Zhao was stunned by those three words, what was that just now?

Shen Ce turned his back, put her on the spot with a smile, and went back to sit on the sofa, still pouring tea for himself. As soon as he looked up, he glanced at her around the screen and asked, "I really don't finish listening."

This is probably the first time that she has turned white face on him, without leaving a half step, she turned her face and disappeared.

Shen Ce looked at the screen.

Deng Liumei

The little figure sits on his lap and sits in his arms, holding a scroll, brother, the incense that flows from the eyebrows, burning one piece will fill the room, the incense mist will not disperse for three days, brother, you will become a general in the future, and boxes are piled up fill our house. Her hair rubbed lightly under his ear, coquettish, childlike intimacy. Deng Liumei, Deng Liumei, from before sunset to after lighting the lamp, his heart was burned by the sound, not to mention Deng Liumei, he couldn't even buy residual incense. Soon, who will protect her, he even thinks, go to someone's spoiled concubine, or a famous prostitute of Chaisang, and use this extraordinary appearance to exchange for her good food every day and sleep every night.

The means in the world are omnipotent, including himself of course. Except for Zhao Zhao.

Shen Ce leaned back on the sofa and looked at the carved pattern at the top of the screen. From the first time he heard Zhaozhao and Yeblin, he vaguely knew what was coming back.

It was only at night that he really saw it. He once had a relative and a sister named Zhaozhao. Shen Zhaozhao.

Zhaozhao returned to the room, and her sister had just returned.

In previous years, every time the two sisters saw each other, they would talk all night until dawn, and this night was no exception, but Zhaozhao was particularly uneasy. When my sister told about a little secret love that just ended, she pressed the front leg, the back leg, and the side leg on the windowsill. In the middle of the night, she fell down at the end of the bed and closed her eyes tiredly.

The carved screen is standing in the room, and he is also beside him, holding her hand, and he is not still. Last night, before the person who added water disturbed her, he also scratched the back of her hand with his fingertips.

It was her who woke up with the ringing of the phone.

My sister had just washed her face and was about to go back to her room and answered the phone for her.

The receiver was plugged into her, "Shen Ce is looking for you."

Zhaozhao reacted for a long time, then suddenly got up, the microphone cord was not long enough, and when she pulled it, the phone hit the head of the bed, in exchange for a strange look from her sister. She suppressed her awakened heart palpitations, and saw the door being knocked on. She was simply afraid that her sister would hear something on the side, and there were no outsiders, so she naturally thought of last night.

"people are gone"

She doesn't answer.

"Still angry" The portrait was talking beside him, "If you don't finish listening, is it worth it to be angry overnight?"

"Brother, do you have anything to do with me?" Zhao Zhao said in a stern voice.

"Speak to you."

"In the morning, what is there to say?"

"It's ten o'clock now."

""

"Don't you want to ask about your sister-in-law?"

"I didn't want to ask, I was just polite," Zhaozhao admitted that his skill in pretending to be stupid was not first-rate, but also excellent, "I don't come here often, and I don't want to know how your private life is going."

What does it mean to be caught, he did not refuse first and followed him.It is only because of little experience that I have been deceived.Zhaozhao is working hard to pull the cocoon and strip the silk, analyze it objectively, and try to cut through the mess quickly.

"I really don't want to ask," he asked again.

"Ask what to ask when are you getting married"

He laughed.

As if she was sure that she would be annoyed and wanted to hang up, he followed up and said, "I apologize. I will be with you today and make amends."

Zhaozhao wanted to ask him what crime he wanted to pay for, was it the absurd crime of touching his hands last night?In the end, she suppressed her thoughts. He didn't recognize it, so she didn't recognize it either. "No."

"Zhao Zhao," Shen Ce suddenly became serious, "I am alone, always."