Even when he came in front of Qin Songmo in the wheelchair modified by Li Shengyi himself, the expression on Shen Wangchen's face was still a little dazed.
He raised his head and looked at the man standing in front of him, whose face was obviously thinner than before.
His throat rolled and he swallowed, "Master."
Qin Songmo looked at him, his thin lips slightly raised, "I'm glad you woke up."
Just these words completely dissipated the trance on Shen Wangchen's face.
A big smile appeared on the corner of his lips. He blinked, his eyes red, "Wang Chen, I am glad to have fulfilled my mission."
"I'm lucky I didn't fail you. If you have any sense, you shouldn't joke with such kindness and your own life."
"If there wasn't a platform on the cliff, you and Shengyi would have already..."
"Forget it, it's New Year's Day, let's not say such unlucky words."
Baring his teeth and looking down at his little daughter who was twisting his waist, Meng Jiuan clenched his hands into fists, and soon his fingers fell on his little daughter's cheek.
He squeezed his little daughter's face until it was flat and round, and finally let go with satisfaction when he saw tears welling up in her eyes.
Qin Songmo took in all the actions of the two people, one big and one small.
He walked forward, held out his big hand to his little daughter, and said softly, "Now that you're awake, let's go out and do some shopping together."
His voice was still cold, but this time his eyes were no longer as emotionless as before.
If you look closely, you can see a hint of smile in his black pupils.
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This is the first New Year for Qin Songmo and the other three.
Once upon a time, Qin Songmo had just become the new top scholar and the young prime minister. He had little power and could hardly move an inch in the court. Even on a family reunion night like New Year's Eve, he was busy at his desk.
It was not until the next morning, when the sound of firecrackers from the streets and alleys reached his ears, that he raised his head from his desk, got up, washed, went back to his room to rest for a while, and then continued to work at his desk.
At that time, Meng Jiuan had been in the army for several years, but he was still young and could not go to the battlefield.
During the New Year's Day, the enemy took advantage of this festival, which was the most important to the people of Chu, and launched a surprise attack at night.
At that time, Meng Jiuan watched the seriously wounded soldiers with missing limbs being carried into the tent one by one. The disgusting smell of blood kept rushing into his nostrils with the cold wind. He only then realized that the Liao family was ransacked that year, and the sorrow that he had suppressed in his heart surged into his heart.
As for Shen Wangchen...
"My mother doesn't like such lively festivals. She would lock herself up on New Year's Eve. I had nothing to eat, so I would usually go to the next door to beg for leftovers to fill my stomach."
Speaking of the past, Shen Wangchen's face already had an indifferent expression.
He stretched out his hand and wanted to drink the wine in the glass in front of him.
However, just as his fingers touched the wine glass, a glass of honey sweet water appeared in front of him.
He turned his head with a look of surprise, but saw that the person next to him didn't even look at him, but just opened his lips slightly.
"It's my turn now. My parents passed away early, but they left me a large inheritance, so every Chinese New Year in my home is very lively."
"But I don't like those people, because I know clearly that they are here for the inheritance my parents left me. So when I grow up a little bit, I will close the door during the New Year and not open it to anyone."
"This is the first New Year I've spent since leaving my parents, and also the first New Year I've spent with my fathers."
"We just talked about the past. After tonight, it will be a new life!"
Li Shengyi took a new cup of honey-sweetened water and sat at the dining table, holding the cup high in his little hand. "From now on, please take good care of me, daddies!"
It wasn't completely dark outside yet.
The four of them, father and daughter, sat at the dining table. When Qin Songmo and the other two saw their little daughter, who was surrounded by them, raising the cup in her hand, they couldn't help but grab the wine glass at hand.
Meng Jiuan looked around at the three people in front of him, and couldn't help but smile, "Since it's New Year, come and kowtow to the fathers, and the second father will give you a big red envelope!"
He couldn't wait to take out a red envelope wrapped in red paper from his pocket, and Qin Songmo and the other two heard him chuckle, looking as silly as could be.
But he is stupid as he is...
"When has Shengyi ever knelt?"
Qin Songmo took a sip of the fruit wine, and the sweet wine with a hint of spiciness rolled into his throat.
I don’t know if it was because of the alcohol or something else, but his originally pale face now had a faint pink color.
The light words fell into Meng Jiuan's ears, and the latter's smile froze when he heard it. Then he turned around and looked at Shen Wangchen with a question mark on his head.
"Isn't it all about kowtow and giving red envelopes during Chinese New Year?"
Why did Qin Yuanqing react so strongly?
Shen Wangchen shook his head, "I don't know, my mother never gave me a red envelope, how about you kowtow to me and let me try it first?"
Meng Jiuan was immediately dissatisfied when he heard this. Except for when he was at the Liao family and when he returned to Beijing to be conferred a title, he had never knelt at other times.
He uttered a 'Hey' and then slammed the table and stood up, "Don't think I won't hit you just because you're weak, brat!"
“If you don’t want to kneel, why should Sheng Yi kneel?” Shen Wangchen rolled his eyes at him.
Retracting his gaze, Shen Wangchen turned back to look at his well-behaved little daughter who was sitting beside him.
The more I look at it, the cuter it becomes, and the happier I am.
Even though he didn't drink today, Shen Wangchen just looked at the dimples on his little daughter's lips, and his mind became confused.
Pulling out a key from his arms, he pursed his lips and spoke softly, “Shengyi, I…Dad Shen didn’t know the custom of giving red envelopes, so he didn’t prepare in advance.”
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