Chapter 130 How have you been these years?

When the family was reunited on New Year's Eve, Grandpa Jian passed away.

After the New Year's Eve dinner, Huo Beisi sat outside the window, watching the bunches of fireworks blooming in the dark night sky.

The glass with window grilles reflected his handsome and steady face.

He was distracted and saw another person through the glass.

The girl was holy white from head to toe. She stood on the stage like a pure and noble swan.

She looked at him with clear eyes: "Brother Beisi, come and watch my performance, just once."

Huo Beisi moved his lips and replied a silent "yes" across time and space, but as the sound of fireworks stopped, the dark glass only left his sullen expression.

"Brother."

Huo Nanting's voice came from behind.

Huo Beisi came back to his senses and narrowed his eyes.

"Why are you here alone? Come to the living room and celebrate the New Year with us."

Huo Nanting said, pushing his wheelchair.

Huo Nanting was still chattering to him about the dynamics in the living room outside, focusing on his plan to drag his brother to deal with Bo Sili and avenge the previous shame.

Huo Beisi suddenly interrupted him and asked, "Have all the people in the Jian family returned?"

After Grandpa Jian passed away, many people in North City went to pay their respects.

Before dinner, Grandpa Huo and his three sons went there.

"It seems that they are all back."

Huo Nanting recalled the content of their conversation in the living room just now.

Huo Beisi lowered his eyelids and did not ask any more questions.

The two brothers arrived at the living room. Yi Huan was leaning against Bo Sili watching TV while Bo Sili was peeling a pomegranate for her.

He fed her with one hand and caught the seeds she spit out with the other hand. They showed their affection without caring about the lives of others.

Huo Nanting looked disdainful and sat down beside him and said to Bo Sili, "The game between us hasn't been decided yet!"

"When did you learn Go?"

Huo Beisi asked subconsciously.

Yi Huan suddenly laughed out loud and looked at Huo Beisi and continued, "They were playing hopscotch."

Huo Beisi: ...

"What's wrong with hopscotch? You need brains to win hopscotch, right?"

Huo Nanting said, and fiddled with the chessboard on the coffee table.

After returning all the chess pieces to their original owners, Huo Nanting raised his eyebrows and said to the people behind him: "Why don't you try it too?" Bo

Sili concentrated on feeding his wife and said lazily: "It's boring, I don't want to play."

"You are afraid of losing!"

Huo Nanting provoked: "I have never lost in jumping checkers since kindergarten!"

Huo Nanting puffed out his chest confidently.

"Because you are the only one who is still studying jumping checkers after graduating from kindergarten."

Bo Sili added slowly, making everyone laugh.

Huo Nanting's face darkened: "Bo Sili, how do you talk to your second uncle?!"

Disrespectful.

"Sister, you should discipline him properly."

Yi Huan ate pomegranates without saying a word.

"Hmph."

Huo Nanting walked away with his treasure, Jumping Checkers, in his arms. "I'll find someone who knows chess to play with me."

"Who?"

Yi Huan stretched her neck to look back. Huo Nanting had already walked away in a rage.

"He just hid in the room and attacked me."

Bo Sili stabbed her gently again.

Yi Huan laughed so hard that her stomach hurt. "Oh, they kicked me!"

She shrank into Bo Sili's arms and complained.

Bo Sili put down the things in his hand, took out a wet tissue to wipe his fingers, pointed at Yi Huan's belly and warned the two restless little guys: "If you dare to bully your mother again, I will beat your butts when I come out."

Yi Huan smiled, "How can they understand?"

"Why not?"

Bo Sili held her with his arms, lowered his eyes and said lightly: "The prenatal education every night is not in vain."

After Huo Nanting left, Huo Beisi was the only one eating dog food in the living room.

Huo Beisi looked at the two people on the sofa showing their affection as if no one was around, and felt that he could not stay any longer.

He pushed the wheelchair and left.

When passing by the corridor, he heard the sound of several uncles and aunts playing mahjong, and outside the yard, the old man was taking a walk to digest his food.

The moonlight was just right, but he just couldn't calm down.

"Young Master."

The butler's voice came from behind.

Huo Beisi turned his head and saw the butler hurried over, "Young Master, Miss Jian is here."

Huo Beisi's eyes froze, and he paused for two seconds before answering, "Take her to the study, I'll be there later."

"Okay."

The butler turned and left.

Huo Nanting locked himself in the room, and after a few steps he felt bored.

He walked to the window and stretched his limbs, and then saw the woman standing in the yard. She

was wearing a beige coat, black long-legged boots wrapped around her slender legs, long curly hair draped over her shoulders, and her face was pretty and dusty under the beret.

Huo Nanting recognized who it was at a glance.

Miss Jian, Jian Jiaren, who was once famous in the North City.

The Huo and Jian families have always been good friends. Jian Jiaren can be said to have grown up with them, but after she left, she never came back.

Huo Nanting opened the window and was about to wave his hand to say hello when the housekeeper came over to lead people into the house.

As soon as he spoke, fireworks rang out outside, covering his voice.

Jian Jiaren didn't hear it.

Huo Nanting: ...

Huo Nanting turned around and went downstairs, only to see the housekeeper, not Jian Jiaren.

"Hey, where's Jian Jiaren?"

"She went to the study."

"Got to the study?" Huo Nanting

was puzzled.

"Miss Jian is here to look for the eldest young master."

After saying that, the housekeeper left.

Huo Nanting was stunned, and suddenly couldn't figure it out.

Why did they only look for his eldest brother and not him?

It was clearly a friendship between three people, why didn't he deserve to have a name?

Huo Nanting raised his legs to go upstairs, but after thinking about it, he decided not to go, and went to the living room again.

Jian Jiaren waited in the study for five minutes, and then Wen Cong pushed Huo Beisi into the study.

Wen Cong closed the door and left, leaving only Huo Beisi and Jian Jiaren in the study.

"Is there something you want to talk to me about?"

Huo Beisi pushed the wheelchair forward and stopped in front of the desk.

Jian Jiaren was sitting on a sofa chair nearby. There was hot cocoa poured by a servant, still steaming.

She took a look and her eyes were suddenly burned. Her originally red eyes were now so red that they looked as if they were about to bleed.

"I heard from my second uncle that grandpa said something to you before he died."

The old man was dying at the time, and his words were weak. Huo Beisi was the closest, so he was the only one who heard it clearly.

The second uncle only told her that the old man had been calling her name before he died.

He didn't hear the rest clearly.

Huo Beisi's fingertips moved stiffly, and he lowered his eyes and didn't dare to look at her. He answered irrelevantly, "Have you been well these years?"

Jian Jiaren sniffed, her eyes fell on him, and she carefully described every inch of his body.

Ten years have passed, and he seems to have not changed at all, but also seems to have changed completely.

The two of them were standing one in front of the other, two meters apart, but ten years have passed.

"Very good."

She pulled the corners of her mouth, and the smile was very forced.

"I heard from my second uncle that you are getting married."

Jian Jiaren smiled with tears in her eyes, her vision became blurred, and the figure also blurred, "Congratulations."