Chen Yun turned his head: "Do you want to eat it? I'll make one for you."
Having just taken bitter medicine, eating some sugar would dilute the bitter taste. As soon as the thought came to his mind, Chen Yun got up and ran into the kitchen again without waiting for Zhou Wang's answer.
Zhou Wang swallowed the words "I don't want to eat" and watched her back disappear before his eyes.
Soon, a pretty figure appeared. Chen Yun pinched a piece of rock sugar and walked over with a smile on his face. His hands were wet, obviously he had washed them.
The moment people approached, Zhou Wang raised his head and opened his mouth, like a baby bird needing to be fed.
Chen Yun didn’t think about it and handed it to his mouth: “I didn’t take the big one, you’ll get sick of it if you eat it.”
Zhou Wang stared at him dimly, and bit the candy that was brought to his lips, taking his fingers with him without moving away in time.
The soft and warm touch made Chen Yun retract his hand. He lowered his eyes and quickly glanced at his lips. His lip line was natural, and the protruding Adam's apple made people want to touch it.
"It's really sweet." Zhou Wang bit into the rock candy, and the sweet taste instantly attacked his mouth. The sugar was a bit too much for him.
It’s not as good as the smell I just smelled, the lingering sweetness that is alluring.
Chen Yun silently turned his gaze away, put his hands behind his back without leaving any trace, rubbed his thumb and index finger together, but failed to rub off the warm touch, so he rubbed it twice more on his clothes.
Just at this time, Madam Shen called Shen Yun. She walked quickly, as if there was a flood or a beast here.
Father Shen came back late, and by the time the dishes were placed on the table, he had just arrived.
After dinner, Shen's father took Zhou Wang to play chess, and told Zhou Wang earnestly that he must pay attention to his health, otherwise all kinds of diseases would come out at his age.
At the same time, he shook his head and sighed and said to Chen Yun: "When you have had enough of that circle, come back and learn management. Your mother and I will retire one day."
At that time, Chen Yun saw that Mrs. Wang liked to knit something every day and had nothing to do, so she begged her to learn simple techniques, such as knitting a scarf.
Not far away, Shen's father's earnest advice came from the distance, but he lowered his head and let it go in one ear and out the other, pretending not to hear it at all.
Chen Yun felt regretful in her heart. If only she had a little more ambition, it would be too convenient for her to move around with the ready-made backstage. She was such a heroic and strong woman, and she looked so cool when she walked.
Zhou Wang glanced at her as she was slowly drawing the line, observing Wang Sao's movements from time to time for fear of making mistakes, and smiled silently.
Father Shen was just saying it casually after all, he didn't mean to annoy anyone, the relationship was finally harmonious, he shook his head and sighed: "Young people, you always think that there is a long time to come, but you don't know that time flies, and the years are not years."
Mrs. Shen happened to hear this when she came over with tea. She gave each of them a cup and said mercilessly, "There's one bad thing about being old. You like to nag. It's exactly the same as what your father said back then. You should also use a fresh word."
Father Shen grumbled dissatisfiedly: "Give me some face in front of the child, otherwise I will have no dignity as a father here."
Mrs. Shen smiled and reached out to hit him, then turned around and sat down next to Shen Yun: “Are you knitting a scarf?”
"Hmm." The ball of yarn in Chen Yun's hand was gray, and he imitated the technique: "I have nothing to do, so I knit for fun."
Mrs. Shen didn't say anything, but leaned there, tilting her head to look at her daughter, her eyes full of love.
Soon, a frustrated voice came: "Hey, where was I knitting? I forgot how many stitches I had..."
The living room was bright as day, with faint sounds of conversation and laughter overflowing.
Very warm.
Father Shen took Zhou Wang’s health into consideration, and after saying the next two words, he sent people upstairs to rest.
Chen Yun's ears were sharp. He quickly threw away the Sibuxiang scarf and stood up. He stretched himself and said to Wang Sao with a smile, "Wang Sao, please help me put it away. I'll continue knitting when I have time."
When the two words "later" and "there will be time" are put together, it probably means that nothing will happen next.
Shen Yun's hands and waist were sore from weaving. She was just killing time and had no intention of weaving a scarf.
Maybe I'll knit it again next time when I feel like it.
Shen Yun and Zhou Wang went upstairs together, still letting him hold the handrail.
Zhou Wang tilted his head to look at the people around him who were following closely. He felt so soft-hearted. He felt so cared for that even climbing the stairs was a kind of happiness.
The footsteps gradually disappeared around the corner.
The couple in the hall looked at each other.
Father Shen couldn't help but ask: "When did the two of them become so close?"
In the first few days after Chen Yun came in, he treated Zhou Wang and Shen Xi as thorns in his eyes and flesh, using disgusting words and looks to treat the two of them like garbage.
She felt that they were enjoying things they shouldn't have, and that these things originally belonged to her.
Only the two of them were good-tempered and didn't argue with her. They all saw it.
But within a few months, their relationship progressed by leaps and bounds, and Shen Yun kept calling her brother or sister, which made Shen's father happy and a little jealous at the same time.
So he is the only outsider.
Arrived on the third floor.
Chen Yun followed beside him, tilted his head and asked: "Is there anything I can help you with?"
Zhou Wang felt warm in his heart and rubbed her head with his hand: "That's all. Go and rest."
"Okay then, good night." Chen Yun took two steps and then reminded worriedly: "If you feel uncomfortable, you must tell me, don't try to be stubborn."
He can advise others very well, but when it comes to himself, he is like a turtle hiding in its shell and refusing to come out.
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