Post-New Year travel
On the way to his grandparents' house, Song Shuyang sent a message to Peng Fan: "Happy New Year, Brother Fan. Any good news to announce?"
Peng Fan: [My proposal was successful, and the wedding is scheduled for May. I'd like to ask if you're interested in being my best man.]
Song Shuyang: [So soon! Congratulations! Since you called me, I definitely have to go.]
Jin Zhou caught a glimpse of him grinning at his phone. He knew who he was texting with, so he leaned close to his thigh, full of jealousy. "Who is it?"
"What are you doing?" Song Shuyang glanced forward and pushed him aside. "Brother Fan is getting married and asked me to be his best man."
Jin Zhou's face lit up with smiles as soon as he said this. Song Shuyang silently scolded him, "You're so stingy."
"I noticed that you two have a lot of secrets now. You gather together and whisper to each other every day." Song Nian said, turning his head.
Song Shuyang sat up straight with a start, "No, absolutely not."
Song Nian was the only daughter in her family. She had long since cut off contact with her family because she insisted on marrying far away. Later, she returned to Jiang City with Song Shuyang. Although her parents refused to acknowledge her and Song Shuyang, they still vacated the ancestral home for them to live in. It wasn't until Song Shuyang grew up, became talkative and cheerful, that the old couple finally reconciled.
Song Shuyang is the only son of the only daughter in the family. His wealth is obvious. He never leaves a New Year's greeting without a bag full of red envelopes. This year, he was surrounded by a group of elderly people who rushed to stuff red envelopes into his pockets. However, Song Nian pushed them away, saying, "Keep your money for yourselves. Yangyang is an adult now. It's not appropriate for him to accept red envelopes."
Song Shuyang and Jin Zhou looked at each other, and both couldn't hold back their laughter.
He is indeed an adult.
In the end, even Jin Zhou was given several red envelopes by his close relatives. People in Jiang City were very generous in giving out red envelopes. Song Shuyang roughly estimated that there was enough money to buy a birthday present for Jin Zhou.
After lunch, grandma sent him out to play, saying that she had something important to discuss with Song Nian.
Song Shuyang insisted on getting closer to listen, but was pulled away by Jin Zhou.
For some reason, on the way home that night, Song Nian and Jin Jiaan both looked unhappy, and the air pressure in the car was very low. Song Shuyang didn't dare to offend at this time, so he sent a message to Bingsi Chaobo: [What's wrong?]
Ice Silk Ultra-Thin: [Seems like they had a fight]
Plush and thickened: [Why? ]
Jin Zhou shook his head.
Just as he was wondering, Song Nian suddenly spoke up, and the topic was directed at Jin Jiaan, "Why are you mentioning the unlucky star in front of my mother on New Year's Day?"
Jin Jiaan pursed his lips and said nothing.
Song Shuyang took a breath of cold air. Could it be that Uncle Jin’s harsh words angered his grandma?
Jin Zhou had told him about this before. Truck drivers are all somewhat superstitious, and Jin Jia'an was no exception. Before Jin Zhou came to his house, he was constantly sick, so Jin Jia'an consulted a fortune teller. The fortune teller said he was born with a star of misfortune. He had a strong life, but he was unlucky for his wife, children, and everyone around him. He also said that his late wife was killed by him. Otherwise, how could he have driven a truck for so many years without any accidents? It was all because he sucked the luck from those around him.
Song Shuyang thought this was pure nonsense, but Jin Jiaan believed it without a doubt. This was why Jin Zhou rarely came back after his life in his house became stable.
When they got home, Song Nian didn't talk to Jin Jiaan. They both went back to their rooms, leaving only Song Shuyang and Jin Zhou in the living room.
"Do you think my mother has been acting a little weird lately?" Song Shuyang asked, pinching his chin.
Jin Zhou nodded, "I think my dad is weird too."
"Actually, neither of us is that normal."
Jin Zhou agreed.
For some reason, after the Chinese New Year, Song Shuyang always felt that something seemed different at home.
He rubbed Jin Zhou's shoulder and said, "Hey, do you want to come over tonight?"
Jin Zhou: "Sexual suggestion?"
Song Shuyang immediately slammed the table and stood up, with full momentum, but his voice was very low, "I'm making this clear, okay!"
Jin Zhou patted his butt and said, "It's not the time to cry out in pain this morning?"
Song Shuyang was too lazy to explain, so he just sat back and rubbed his neck, "Brother, I want it~"
"How did you become like this, Zai Zai?" Jin Zhou pinched his back and pulled him out, "You became a little slut—"
"Don't say it!" Song Shuyang threatened him with his eyes.
Jin Zhou propped up his head and looked at him, "Brother, can you play something else?"
"What else?"
It was a dark and windy night, a time of chickens crowing and dogs stealing. Song Shuyang bit Jin Zhou's fingers tightly, not daring to make a sound. Tears fell all over the bed, and all she could think about was, "It's over, I've been tricked again."
How could Jin Zhou have such a hobby?
Jin Zhou put away the blindfold, handcuffs, and other things, and turned back to comfort him: "Don't cry, Zai Zai."
Song Shuyang had actually stopped crying, but he was still breathing hard, and hiccups were coming one after another. He wiped his face carelessly, hugged his knees and asked, "Have you been planning this for a long time?"
"It's not that long, I bought these things when I first got together with you."
"You said it wasn't long ago! I was so innocent back then. I blushed even when I kissed you. You looked so honest, but I didn't expect you to be thinking about all this."
"But I want to try," Jin Zhou rubbed noses with him affectionately, "I want to try everything on you."
Song Shuyang was coaxed into softening his expression, and said whiningly, "Don't do this next time."
Jin Zhou thought this was just the beginning.
Song Shuyang had been living a comfortable life during the Lunar New Year holidays. Jin Zhou had been serving him during the day and again at night. The once sunny and innocent young man's mind was now filled with dirty thoughts. When he saw Jin Zhou wearing an apron and making breakfast in the morning, he wanted nothing more than to pester him for sex. Fortunately, Song Nian had been in a bad mood these days and rarely left her room, otherwise the lingering atmosphere between them would have been impossible to conceal.
He felt a little guilty because he was living a happy life. Song Nian had only a few days left of his spring break, so he suggested that they go out for a trip together.
Jin Jiaan said you guys go ahead and have fun, and went to drive the car again.
Song Nian also said that she didn't want to go, but Song Shuyang insisted on dragging her along, and the place they finally decided on was Shenzhen.
Song Shuyang was hoping that Shenzhen would be warmer in the winter. Jin Zhou's cough had been getting worse recently, and sometimes Song Shuyang could even feel him trembling while he was doing things.
He was so busy flirting with Jin Zhou during this holiday that he didn't spend enough time with his mother, so he had to bring her along on this trip no matter what.
As soon as I got off the plane, a warm breeze blew in my face. It was winter, but I saw people wearing flip-flops on the street. It was quite novel.
Song Shuyang booked two rooms in total, one for Song Nian and one for him and Jin Zhou. After packing their luggage, Jin Zhou insisted on pulling him over to kiss him for a while, but he was not that brave, as Song Nian was still waiting outside.
After eating local specialties, they went to see the sea. The sea in winter was not as beautiful as in summer, and the evening breeze was still a bit chilly. Jin Zhou gathered his coat for him and said, "Don't catch a cold."
"Why did my mother walk so far alone?"
Song Nian had already walked more than 20 meters along the coastline, and her waist-length straight hair was blown by the wind like a ribbon.
Song Shuyang always thought that his mother was lively and cheerful. Thanks to this personality, she looked only in her early thirties even though she was in her forties. Sometimes when they went out together, they would be mistaken for siblings. But since she came back from visiting New Year's greetings, there was a look of sadness on her face that Song Shuyang could not understand.
"My mother had a very difficult time giving birth to me. She said I was moving around so much that I was almost strangled to death by the umbilical cord. It took a whole day and night."
"And she's such an optimistic person, yet she actually suffers from postpartum depression. Jin Zhou, sometimes I actually think like Uncle Jin."
He followed Song Nian from a distance, and for some reason, he didn't dare to disturb her.
Occasionally, when he felt guilty, he would wonder if he was unlucky for the people around him.
Maybe Jin Zhou's poor health as a child had nothing to do with Uncle Jin, but was caused by him. He also had a smooth life, but he indirectly killed three of his relatives. He also annoyed Song Nian since she was a child, and made her have no time to fall in love.
Jin Zhou took his cold hand and said, "But you brought a lot of happiness to everyone."
Without Song Shuyang, there would not be so much laughter and joy in this family. More likely, he died in his sleep at the age of fifteen.
Song Nian suddenly turned around, scaring them so much that they separated immediately. Fortunately, they were not discovered. She smiled casually and said, "Let's go back."
As if he had made some decision.
They took the subway back along the same route. There was still some distance to walk from the subway exit to the hotel. Jin Zhou glanced at a convenience store on the street and winked at Song Shuyang.
I've been running around quite frequently lately, and that big box is finished again.
Song Shuyang coughed softly and called Song Nian: "Mom, Jin Zhou and I are a little hungry. Let's eat something at the convenience store. You go back first."
"Didn't you just have dinner? Why are you hungry again?"
"I'm growing." Song Shuyang lied without blushing or beating his heart, and pushed Song Nian towards the hotel.
Seeing her walk away, Song Shuyang looked up and asked Jin Zhou: "Do you buy it or should I buy it?"
Jin Zhou imitated the local accent and said, "I don't have any money."
After the Chinese New Year, he handed in all his red envelopes, including those from previous years, and now he is truly penniless.
Song Shuyang pinched his arm and said, "You did this on purpose! What kind of fetish do you have that forces me to buy condoms?"
"Go ahead," Jin Zhou pushed him towards the convenience store, "Good boy, buy whatever you want and I'll play with you tonight."
Song Shuyang had done this many times before, and his skin had become thicker. This time he didn't hesitate at all. He just put his phone in his pocket and walked straight in.
Ten minutes later, he brought out another cup of oden. Before Jin Zhou could say anything, he just took the thing out and threw it to him in the street. "Buy it!" he said fiercely.
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