Pick up the phone and dial a number, "I'm Shen Xingzhou..."
"I know, I can hear it," the person who answered the phone said a little irritably.
Shen Xingzhou's voice was terrifyingly cold and silent: "Who are you, old man?"
There was silence for a moment, and then a sigh was heard: "You must be my father, right?"
"If you have something to say, say it,"
A resigned voice rang out from the other side: "Boss, can I go back now? The New Year is almost here, and I miss my wife and children."
Shen Xingzhou nodded, "Okay, come back,"
"Really? Ahhhh, that's great, Shen Xingzhou I really love you to death..."
Before he finished listening, Shen Xingzhou hung up the phone.
Although the Chinese New Year has not yet arrived, the streets and alleys of the port city have already been filled with the festive atmosphere, with promotions and discounts everywhere.
This day.
Shen Xingzhou was driving on the road, and he glanced at the pile of things on the back seat from the rearview mirror inside the car, with a smile in his eyes.
After arriving at the villa, he relied on his thick skin and acted pitiful, and finally got several people to agree to stay here for the New Year.
Lian Yi glanced at Zhai Jiu unhappily, "Brother Jiu, why did you let this kid stay?"
Zhai Jiu said: "Don't you like excitement?"
Lian Yi muttered: "There are only a few of us, why would we need him?"
Zhai Jiu smiled helplessly: "He is also a junior, we knew each other before."
Shen Xingzhou is alone here, and he has just recovered from a serious injury. He came to my house during the New Year, and I can't chase him away.
"Right, Lian Shen?" Zhai Jiu looked at Mu Lianshen who was writing big characters on the side.
Mu Lianshen was still writing something on the red paper with a gloomy face. He didn't even raise his head when he heard his words.
Liannian smiled calmly and said, "Okay, they came with gifts, so we can't turn them away during the New Year."
Lian Yi curled his lips and began to grab the yellow paper beside him and fold the gold ingots...
Shen Xingzhou came to the second floor.
The door of Fu Xiao's room was open. She was weaving red ropes with Yi Ning. Lian Yi had bought them and asked her to weave a few Chinese knots to hang at home.
But she doesn't know how to make this kind of thing. If she were asked, wouldn't it be nice to buy two? But Lian Yi said that it would be more meaningful if she made her own.
So the two of them are studying how to edit it.
Shen Xingzhou leaned against the door frame with his arms folded across his chest, looking at her. The girl's white jade-like fingers were wrapped with red thread, her eyebrows were slightly frowned, and occasionally she would reveal an expression that said "It's so difficult".
This expression was really interesting. He couldn't help but chuckle. Noticing her gaze looking over, he coughed lightly, walked over, and said softly, "Xiaoxiao, I'm here to take your pulse."
Fu Xiao pointed to the small sofa by the window and said, "Sit down."
She handed the red rope to Yi Ning, got off the bed, sat on the chair opposite the sofa, and motioned for him to stretch out his wrist.
She placed her fingers on his wrist and felt his pulse for a few minutes before withdrawing her hand and saying, "You are recovering well. Keep taking the medicine I gave you. It is most important that you do not resort to violence."
Shen Xingzhou curved his thin lips slightly and said, "Okay, I'll remember it."
"I'm spending the New Year with you this year. Is there anything I can help you with?"
Fu Xiao shook his head. "There should be someone downstairs who needs your help. I don't have any here."
She turned around and sat back on the bed and began to study the red rope in her hand. Shen Xingzhou kept staring at her, her peach blossom eyes sparkling as if filled with countless stars.
Yi Ning couldn't stand him, glared at him and said, "What are you looking at?"
Shen Xingzhou glanced at her coldly, came to Fu Xiao, and whispered: “I know this….”
Yi Ning sneered, and Fu Xiao looked up at him, his eyes full of disbelief.
He pulled a chair over and sat next to her. He took the red thread from her hand and began to wrap it around it. His bony fingers moved back and forth, and the red thread remained neatly arranged in his hands. After a while, it slowly took shape.
Fu Xiao widened his eyes, and there was a hint of surprise in his eyes when he looked at him.
Shen Xingzhou smiled and moved closer to Fu Xiao, telling her how to do it bit by bit.
Fu Xiao was indeed interested, so he picked up the red thread and followed him to learn.
Yi Ning muttered: "What's so great about that? A grown man can actually do such sissy things."
Downstairs, Lian Yi had stacked up a large pile of gold ingots and put them aside.
Then he started shouting upstairs, "Xiaoxiao, come down to make dumplings."
Fu Xiao in the room had already finished the finishing work on the Chinese knot. When he heard his shout, he responded, put the remaining red thread aside, went downstairs and started making dumplings.
"Uncle Yi, who made the stuffing?"
No matter whether the dumplings look good or not, as long as the filling is fragrant, they are good dumplings.
Lian Yi naturally understood what she meant and raised his eyebrows: "Brother Nian arranged it. Don't worry, he is a good cook. We will ask him to cook for us in the evening."
Fu Xiao came back from washing his hands and nodded with a smile, "I can cook too. I'll make two of my specialties for you to try?"
"Okay, okay,"
Mu Lianshen looked up at Shen Xingzhou and said coldly, "You come and roll the dough."
So I don’t have to go to An An’s place.
Shen Xingzhou nodded with a smile, took the rolling pin, and started to work.
Everyone was busy. Even Zhai Jiu, who didn't know how to make dumplings, took some dough and made some not-so-good-looking dumplings. The whole kitchen and living room were filled with laughter and liveliness.
The happiest person was Lian Yi. The smile on his face almost never faded. He kept bringing up topics for conversation, and what he talked about most was the past.
At the end, he sighed with emotion: "It would be great if Lao Song didn't go back."
He looked at Mu Lianshen and Zhai Jiu, and a smile appeared on his face again.
But he is already very content to have them around this year.
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