At five o'clock on the first day of the new year, the quietness of the small building was still the same as last night, or even worse than last night. The rain stopped, and the thunder and lightning disappeared.

Sleeping on the leather sofa was uncomfortable. After sweating dry, the leather stuck to it, like a layer of poor quality transparent glue, sticking his skin and animal skin together.

When he moved, the people in his arms were dissatisfied and murmured.

"Go drink water," he said. Before leaving, seeing her turn over and hug the quilt, with most of her body exposed, he found a short sleeve of his own from the box and put it on her as pajamas to avoid catching a cold.

She fell asleep again, her eyelashes slightly raised, covering her eyes.

Shen Ce went to the kitchen on the first floor and saw that there was orange light in the kitchen illuminating half of the dining room through the frosted glass, knowing that he was right. Father Shen Hanzhong, according to his work and rest habits, would come to drink hot milk at five o'clock. The family's habit is to let all the servants go home before the fifth day of the new year. There are old servants in the garden house who regard the Shen family as their home, and they will not be empty all the year round.

He entered the kitchen, looked at the man with his back to the door, and was silent for a long time.

Shen Hanzhong held the glass and turned around.

When the father and son met at the beginning of the new year, was the father red-eyed first, or did he retain the calmness and self-control that an elder should have, and asked with a smile, "When did you come back?"

"last night."

Seeing Shen Hanzhong drinking milk, Shen Ce was thinking about the safest way to start.

He once had a conversation with Shen Han that no one knew about. That year, he woke up from his childhood body and scared his mother away, leaving Shen Hanzhong alone to accompany him. At that time, he had the soul of an adult. Facing a strange man, his father in this life, he had no other emotions than resistance. Day after day, he suffered a lot of pain, and finally blurted out to the old monk that he was not the son of this man, and came here to wait for someone, a relative.

In the meditation room at the back of the temple, at the juncture of life and death, Shen Hanzhong persuaded him to live first before talking about other things.

Although Shen Hanzhong didn't believe it and thought that his son was burned out, at least he had seen it with his own eyes and heard it with his own ears.

So before going downstairs, Shen Ce thought of confessing in private. Shen Han has a city government, is good at thinking, and has Shen Ce's childhood experience to prove it, there is a probability that he will believe such absurd things. As long as Shen Han trusts, everything is easy to handle, keep secrets, and handle the relationship with Zhaozhao well, the talks can be finished as soon as possible.

At this moment, Shen Ce looked at the back of the man under the light and hesitated.

When the previous life and this life were connected, his experiences and thoughts were irreversibly changed. If you tell a father that his son is no longer pure, although the body is still there, the soul will be different. There is no way to take Shen Hanzhong as the only biological father, and it is impossible to have an attachment to Shen Hanzhong to his father...too cruel.

Everyone has feelings, not cold-blooded. The man with white hair in front of him has never given up on him. Since he was born, he has spent all his time and money to drag him back from the gate of hell again and again.

"I've always wanted to ask you," Shen Hanzhong said first, "How did you come here in the past few years? I'm afraid it will hurt your self-esteem. When your child is older, you should be more measured when you are a parent. For the past two years, I have often thought, The time I spent with you in the past was too short... if possible, stay a few more days this time."

After speaking, he added, "Next time you come back, don't be afraid to wake me up."

Shen Hanzhong wanted to maintain the bearing of a father, smiled, turned his back, and asked him if he wanted to drink milk. In the past, he took the young Shen Ce alone, and the father and son both got up early for a cup.

Shen Ce and Shen Hanzhong looked at each other, looking at the white temples of the nearly half-hundred-year-old father who was worried about his son over the past few years, looking at the eyes that were soaked in tears. He overturned the established plan.

This is a person who also needs him, a tie in his life.

He didn't want to break the fate of a short life. Since there is a relationship between father and son, let this fate go to the end.

"It worries you," he said.

Shen Hanzhong shook his head and gave him the milk glass.

"This time, I want to talk to you about something, and Aunt Shen," he said. "I've been with Zhaozhao for a long time."

It was ten o'clock when Zhaozhao woke up.

Shen Ce was not there, and there were sunken marks on the sofa beside him that he had slept all night.

She rested on her arm, and out of the corner of the eye could see the short-sleeved cuffs, it was his, when did you put it on? Zhaozhao touched the corner of his eyes and the edge of the quilt, still wet. He is paranoid when it comes to sex between men and women, and will never give up every time he doesn't see himself crying.

The door was pushed open. She closed her eyes immediately.

Various flavors quickly appeared in the air, such as braised chicken feet, barbecued pork buns, crab meat spring rolls, rice rolls, etc...

"Open your eyes now, and I'll feed you. Pretend to eat by yourself."

old fox. She opened her eyes slightly, wrapped her arms around the quilt, and muttered, "Happy New Year."

He smiled: "Happy New Year."

Zhaozhao buried his head in the quilt, watching Shen Ce arrange the desserts, and began to prepare dipping sauce for her, sweet, salty, sour, plum, sweet-scented osmanthus, white sugar...

His eyebrows and face are the most in line with each other, they are all sharp and sharp.

The old aunt at home in Montreal told her after he left, "Your brother is good-looking and can act in literary movies." She was surprised by the previous sentence and didn't think it was the same. Later, the old aunt said, wearing black metal frame glasses, paranoid quiet man, villain in literary movies... She thought about it, it was true.

Shen Ce told her that Uncle Shen, as the person in the eldest room, needed to arrive in Macau early on the first day of the new year, earlier than the other rooms, so he returned to Macau with his mother early. Shen Ce had just returned with an injury, so he stayed here in Hong Kong for two days to rest until the third day of junior high.

In other words, the small building for the past two days belongs to the two of them.

She didn't want to let go of his virtuous home. She was hungry. She was glad that the audio-visual room was fully equipped.

"We'll talk about it later, before I go back, and finally," she said. I want to spend a few days in peace with him.

He nodded without refuting.

Shen Ce went into the bathroom and brought a small white towel wrung out, hot, and wiped her hands.

This pie is like feeding her.

"It's so good all of a sudden..." She was uneasy and hugged his shoulders.

"I haven't fed it, I want to try it."

She caught a piece of glutinous white rice roll beside her mouth, she opened her mouth, took half a bite, and couldn't help laughing: "I've eaten it myself since I can remember..." She didn't like being fed, and she took away her mother many times when she was very young. With the spoon in his hand, he scratched the food everywhere, and insisted on eating by himself.

Shen Ce smiled without saying a word, and asked her to point out what to eat.

As soon as he came to miss the days when he and her depended on each other since childhood, the most important thing is that there is an old saying that what you do on the first day of the Lunar New Year will revolve around this year, and there is no escape or avoidance.

She rested her chin on his shoulder and concentrated on eating the crab spring rolls he just fed: "I'm thirsty."

The teacup was handed over, she drank one, and asked for another. She stroked his short hair with her fingers, went down, and touched the skin on the back of his neck: "Brother." She put her hand behind his neck and wanted to kiss him.

Shen Ce smiled: "You can talk about it after you finish eating."

"You despise me..." She lowered her head, pretending to be pitiful, "and drank tea specially."

Shen Ce put down his chopsticks without saying a word, pushed her onto the quilt, pressed her palms on her arms, and pressed her tongue into her lips silently and forcefully. His eyes were terrifyingly dark. Swiping from her upper jaw, to under her tongue, and walked wherever she could. Zhaozhao never found that he was so sensitive to kisses, because he kissed very carefully today. Shen Ce walked deep into her mouthpiece, she subconsciously flexed her fingers and grabbed his shirt, squeezing the buttons hard.

"Whoever dislikes you, I won't." He finally sat up straight, picked up his chopsticks like no one else, and asked, "Which one to eat?"

When she was about to die, he didn't frown, wiped the blood from her nose, nose and eyes, kissed her little by little, hugged her like a child, talked with her, and told her about the North. The wasteland to the north blizzards.

In the end, the blood was almost black, and he didn't care much, just thought it would be more troublesome to clean it up. In his eyes, Zhaozhao is white suet and white jade, so beautiful that there is no impurities. Those things that cover it are foreign objects, he can't see it, and he doesn't care.

In the afternoon, Shen Ce's mother in Macau sent a batch of flowers for the New Year.

Among the new flowers are two plum trees and two red plum trees, all of which are ancient piles dug up from wild old roots in the mountains. After several years of pruning, they are large piles. He touched her cold hands, didn't let her enjoy the plums outside the conservatory, and brought her into the conservatory.

He went down and made her two cups of coffee, served it, and spent time with her here.

Zhao Zhao counted twenty-six pots of tangerines that were newly sent. The flowers in the flower room have been carefully selected, and the rows of potted oranges are particularly eye-catching: "Are they sent for us to eat?" She asked curiously, there are kumquats and tangerines.

I'm afraid I won't be able to eat so much, and if I don't finish it, it will go bad. Especially in a warm place like a conservatory. Should I move it out and freeze it, I can eat it for two more days, but 26 pots are too many, his arm was injured, and the large pot of tangerines could not be moved by himself...

He saw through her thoughts and said with a smile: "It's for a look. It means good luck."

She was stunned, she had never put it on... Is there such a thing?

She looked at the pots of golden oranges in the dark green again, and her favor doubled. Twenty-six pots meant that he would be lucky when he was twenty-six years old. It can't be broken. will take a few pots to the video room and bedroom for a while and get auspicious.

"What's your New Year's wish?" She suddenly thought of this and looked at Shen Ce.

He asked himself last night, and he had not asked him yet.

He was silent for a while, then smiled and said, "It's easy for me to say it, it's hard for you to do it."

"...Since I asked, of course I try my best."

A very long silence.

He put the injured arm behind Zhaozhao, admired the tiger thorns on the plum, and stared at the thorns under the thick green. She is not impatient, she only encounters someone related to Shen Ce. It will be hard to wait a second, especially seeing that he is deliberately cheating: "As long as you want, I can do it, and I will satisfy you."

Shen Ce couldn't help laughing.

She begged, looked at him, and insisted that he say no.

He was so tempered that he stroked her hair: "I want to have a child with you."

...

She opened her mouth slightly for a long time, and her confidence was completely scraped by his words: "You... just came back, it seems that the medicine is not good." She forgot who popularized it, and people who take medicine need to metabolize for a period of time.

"I stopped taking the drug half a year ago."

"Half a year ago...you thought about it?"

This is the treatment step, I didn't think like that at the time. But Zhaozhao asked, and he was happy to tease her: "Yes."

She wandered into the world, wondering if it was too late to regret it now. People have to keep their word, but...

Will having children make elders angry? It shouldn't, but it's easier to pass. Worst result: If the two of them have a bad relationship in the future, they will get together and break up just like their parents. It's Shen Ce's, and it's his own. From character to career ability, it can't be wrong to support anyone, and the two Shen families will also rush to get it.

She likes children, and at first she thought that she would raise them regardless of whether she was married or single.

If you want one from Shen Ce, at least she is pretty and smart.

This flower house is very warm, with a strong fragrance mixed with light fragrance, as well as the fragrance of grass and soil.

Calmness was dispelled by the aroma, she pursed her lips and played with her fingers, embarrassed to think again. He hasn't been in a serious relationship for a few days, and he hasn't made out a few times yet. How could he be in such a hurry? But a year ago, he asked for marriage first, and he agreed.

In theory, the next step is this. It's...justifiable.

"Do you still want coffee?" Shen Ce asked.

She shook her head.

"Not good?" He tasted the fineness in his glass. I thought she would like the fruity fragrance, so I'll switch to beans next time.

"Tonight... do you want it?" She counted the time anxiously. If she wants it tonight, it doesn't matter if she graduates from a master's degree. It's just that she wants to get married as soon as possible, and she hasn't told her parents yet.

...

"Tonight?" He seemed to recover for a century, "Okay, just tonight."