Originally, when Yu Lou and Yan Li came back, they should go back to the old house during the Chinese New Year, but what happened before was really scary. Yu Guiyan didn't answer, but said to think about it. Anyone with a discerning eye could see that they were waiting for Jiang Xingjianmake a decision.

"Go back, so many things happened this year, grandpa must be sad, if we don't go back, grandpa will be even more hurt, and if we don't go back, my fourth uncle will be paranoid." Jiang Xingjian thought for a while and said, "Besides, uncles and aunts are back, and we should spend a reunion year together."

"Xiao jian, sometimes you are so sensible that it makes me feel bad." Yu Guiyan hugged him into his arms, Jiang Xingjian was too thoughtful in doing things, he thought a lot, and always put his own thoughts lastone.

"Brother, there is no need for this. I think my life is already very good." Jiang Xingjian said with a smile, "I am very satisfied and cherish it."

"But you don't want to..."

"Brother." Jiang Xingjian looked at Yu Guiyan seriously, "The person who made me unwilling is no longer there. There is nothing in the old house, and I miss Grandpa very much."

"Okay." Yu Guiyan nodded, "The old house will be more lively during the Chinese New Year."

Yu Qingyun heard about this when she came back from a business trip, and hurriedly went to Yu Guiyan's house to verify, "Brother, is the second uncle's story true? Whose child is Yu Dongxian?"

"It's all rumored, and it can still be fake." Yu Guiyan said lightly, "What I know is similar to what is rumored outside."

"I'm quite curious." Yu Qingyun whispered.

"Don't be curious, the Chinese New Year is coming soon, and you still not going home?" Yu Guiyan asked, "This year is no different than previous years, even if you make up the number of people, you have to go back to the old house to celebrate the New Year."

"I have to go back. I brought toys for my little nephew." Yu Qingyun said.

It's just that what Yu Qingyun didn't expect was that when he went back this time, Yu Qing didn't ink him anymore and asked him to snatch the company from Yu Guiyan.

"Qingyun, how is your business going?" Yu Qing asked tentatively.

"Very good, I'm on the right track," Yu Qingyun said, "Thanks to my brother for helping me."

"Ah, that's good, don't fight with him." Yu Qing said hesitantly, "He's not easy to mess with, so be careful."

"Dad, why are you so weird? Didn't you always let me fight with my brother?" Yu Qingyun was surprised and puzzled, and Yu Qing seemed to be a different person.

"You didn't see it, he came in with a stick that day, and beat Yu Dongxian in front of the whole family." Yu Qing still has lingering fears when he thinks about it now, "The attack was really ruthless, and the stiff legs were discounted.”

"When did it happen? Why don't I know." Yu Qingyun asked.

"On the day Yu Dongxian was discharged from the hospital, the old man suppressed this matter, and he was not allowed to spread a word. I don't know the specifics. Anyway, it must be me, your second uncle, who provoked that scumbag." Yu Qing said, "You can leaveStay away from him."

"I see, Dad." Yu Qingyun responded with a full mouth, no matter what Yu Qing misunderstood, it was not a bad thing after all.

Ji Bozhou originally went to the supermarket to buy cigarettes. When he saw the New Year’s goods that everyone else was buying, thinking that Wen Zhong was still living with him, he also bought some by accident.

"When are you going home?" Wen Zhong asked while cooking.

Ji Bozhou froze for a moment, then said indifferently, "I have no home."

"What about you? You are already twenty-six." Ji Bozhou asked back.

Wen Zhong smiled wryly, "Coincidentally, I don't have a home either."

For a moment, neither of the two people spoke, they just looked at each other, as if seeing a little figure in the white mist, it was themselves, but not themselves.

"That's right, let's celebrate the New Year together." Ji Bozhou came back to his senses and said, "I haven't had a New Year's Eve dinner with anyone yet."

That night, maybe Ji Bozhou bought a lot of food, or maybe Wen Zhong cooked a lot, so both of them drank wine and got a little tipsy.

"When I first moved here, I saw you go out to hang out with friends every night. I never thought that one day we could celebrate the New Year together." Wen Zhong said with a smile. He thought that people like Ji Bozhou would not need to report to others.Group to keep warm.

"Where is my friend?" Ji Bozhou smiled self-deprecatingly, "Have you seen my paintings?"

"I have seen it and heard many comments." Wen Zhong said, "They said that your painting is loneliness."

Ji Bozhou smiled, he didn't paint loneliness, but he himself was lonely, not that he wanted to paint loneliness, but he couldn't paint lively.

"Yeah, I play with so many people, but my paintings are still lonely." Ji Bozhou leaned on the sofa and said.

Wen Zhong comforted, "Most geniuses are lonely."

Ji Bozhou was silent for a moment and said, "I actually don't like people saying that I am a talented painter."

"Why?" Wen Zhong asked.

"Genius?" Ji Bozhou sneered, "Do you know what I draw best?"

"what?"

"Sunrise, because I have seen it countless times." Ji Bozhou seems to be recalling, "They wiped out my years of hard work with a single genius, do they know that I have worked during the day and painted all night for eight years?"

"What is young and famous, what is a talented painter." Ji Bozhou took a sip of wine, "I don't want to paint lonely ones, but I can't paint anything else. In my life, I have always been only myself."

"How much better can I be than you? I have been alone since I was fourteen years old." Wen Zhong was reminded of the past. His mother died of illness in the second year of junior high school, and he was also his only relative.

"Then you can go back and see where you came from. I was born with only a way back."

"Go back?" Wen Zhong's eyes flashed complex and indescribable emotions, "I have never gone back since I left."

"Didn't you say that you built roads for parents, built Hope Primary School, and endorsed for free, all of which are hype?" Ji Bozhou asked jokingly, if he was not drunk, he would not have asked these words.

Wen Zhong shook his head, "No, I did it all."

"I've done so much without showing my face once, so I don't want to leave a name for my good deeds." Ji Bozhou lay on the sofa in a daze, almost falling asleep.

Wen Zhong took several sips of wine before saying softly, "I dare not go back."

"It's okay, I'll accompany you back later." Ji Bozhou murmured in a low voice.

The two of them sat on the ground in disarray, leaning against the edge of the sofa and sleeping all night.

In the early morning, the sun came in, and Wen Zhong was awakened by the light. The memory of last night came back, and he couldn't help laughing, pushing Ji Bozhou, "Wake up."

"What time is it?" Ji Bozhou raised his hand and rubbed his head, "My head hurts."

"I don't know what time it is, anyway, the sun is drying my ass." Wen Zhong cleaned up his mess, "It's no wonder that I don't have a headache after drinking so much wine."

Ji Bozhou struggled to stand up, "I'll clean it up for you."