Leng Nuan knows that you have been mine for a long time
After eating and drinking, Cheng Sizhou and Jiang Yunli leaned on the sofa, one on each side, to sober up.
The dining table was a mess, and Lin Xin was the only one who cleaned it up.
"Master, please take a rest. I'll go help Master's wife." Cheng Sizhou was about to stand up, but he lost his balance and fell down again.
"Let her be busy, let her be busy." Jiang Yunli lowered his head and wiped the corner of his eyes calmly. "It's the holidays, and she feels uncomfortable when she has nothing to do."
Cheng Sizhou nodded softly. After An Yi left, his master and his mistress did not give birth again. At most, they only regarded him as half a son.
The master's wife is a woman, and her mind is more delicate and sensitive. Although she puts all her love on him, she is worried that if she treats him too much as her own son, it will make his biological parents feel resentful.
Therefore, the relationship between the Jiang and Cheng families has been good for so many years because both sets of parents are decent people who know how to manage their business and know how to keep their distance.
"It's going to be the 29th after the new year. How are you? Do you have a girl you like?" Jiang Yunli closed his eyes and stretched out his arms relaxedly. His tone was so gentle and loving that it was totally unlike him.
"Ever since you retired, I've been too busy with the group's affairs to have time to like girls." Cheng Sizhou smiled awkwardly. His emotional affairs were complicated to talk about, so he decided to reveal them slowly so as not to worry his master.
"How about that girl named Xu from the Social Education Department? I see you two have a good relationship."
"Don't mess around with matchmaking. Xu Yang is just using me as a cover. She likes Senior Brother Yu!"
"Yu Ming, Yu Ming is also good, down-to-earth, calm, smart, and hardworking... It's a pity that his family is not so well off. If the little girl follows him, she can't expect any help from his family. She has to rely on herself to struggle."
"I'll convey this to them and see what they think."
Seeing that the Spring Festival holiday was approaching, Xu Yang planned to go back to his hometown to celebrate the New Year and meet his blind date by the way.
Yu Ming, the biggest fool in the world, actually wanted to let go. If the girl he loved really married someone else, he would probably be in his seventies or eighties and still regret it.
"Xiao Zhou."
"Master."
"Before, I was very strict with you, always scolding you and punishing you. You don't blame me, do you?"
"How could that be? A strict teacher produces a good student. My father has always said that I was lazy and didn't care about anything since I was a child. He thought I had no perseverance and couldn't do anything well. I was bound to live a muddled life. But now, I have a job and can do things. Moreover, Deng Bo will ensure that I will have food and clothing for the rest of my life. You can rest assured..."
"Then again, when do you plan to start a family?"
"...Things like this depend on fate."
"People, once they get married and have children, naturally become sensible. You might not know this, but your mistress loves children. When I take her out for a walk, she sees other children who are white, chubby, and have cute smiles, and she can't help but hug them. When you have children in the future, she will definitely help you take care of them, and it will also reduce your burden."
Perhaps because he was drunk, Jiang Yunli had never told him these things before, but once he started talking, he couldn't stop.
Cheng Sizhou felt dazed and hazy, and recalled some fragments of the past: "Yes, when I was a child, I went to my master's shop, and she always held me in her arms and gave me candy."
Jiang Yunli looked at the cabinet opposite, and his thoughts were brought back to more than 20 years ago.
Master Lin runs a medium-sized shop in Caoyan Lane. He has five or six apprentices, teaching them how to repair and mount paintings. The talented ones can copy paintings by famous artists and can actually achieve a 70% to 80% resemblance.
Although life was a little hard at that time, it was also carefree. In particular, he was favored by his master's only daughter and they got married amidst the envy of everyone. Less than a year after the marriage, his wife became pregnant.
It would be great if the child could grow up safely. It doesn't matter if she is naughty, disobeys the rules, or even loves to play instead of studying. As long as she is safe and healthy, he will be satisfied.
"Your master's wife and I have different ideas," Jiang Yunli patted Cheng Sizhou's arm. "You should find someone you like. Don't rush into marriage and having children just to satisfy the wishes of your elders. Be responsible for yourself and live your life well."
"What do you mean by fulfilling a wish?" Lin Xin walked up and just overheard the second half of the sentence. "While I'm away, you can tell all you want about me. I've never urged Xiao Zhou. Whether he gets married or has children is his own business."
"Okay, okay, I'm the one who framed you. This morning, when I went out to buy groceries, who was the one who lingered in front of the maternity and baby store and chatted with someone for half an hour?"
"The salesperson was too enthusiastic. She kept introducing me to this and that. The girl was so pretty, I couldn't refuse her!"
Listening to the two elders bickering back and forth, Cheng Sizhou raised the corners of his lips and slightly put his heart at ease.
When he caught a glimpse of the family photo when he arrived, he thought that they were missing their daughter again, and no matter how good the meal tasted, it would be full of bitterness.
But in fact, each of them knew how to comfort themselves better than the other. Even though they had expectations, they did not put all the pressure on him.
There was no doubt that his master and mistress cared about him, but unlike his parents, his biological parents were calmer and more restrained.
But sometimes, he wished they would be less restrained.
To put it bluntly, even if life is a hundred years long, most of it has already passed. In the future, they can't count on anyone else except Cheng Sizhou to take care of them in their old age.
The snow outside the window was falling heavier and heavier. The glass was wiped clean and bright. Cheng Sizhou seemed to be able to catch the falling snowflakes with just one hand.
What is that... ?
He couldn't see clearly, so he leaned closer to the window and looked carefully. A small piece of black hat brim was sticking out from under the street light.
It’s so late and the weather is so cold, who would squat under a street light and freeze?
From this angle, he could only see half of the back, but Cheng Sizhou felt an inexplicable sense of panic. His subconscious told him that the person outside was Wen Zichuan.
He took out his cell phone, opened the chat box, and found that Zichuan had received the message but did not reply.
So he didn't go home, but waited in the snow for two or three hours?!
"Master, Madam, I suddenly remembered that I have something to do. I'll go back first and come to see you in a few days!" Cheng Sizhou was sober. He picked up his coat and put it on casually, and went downstairs while talking.
"Hey, what's the hurry? Slow down, don't fall!" Lin Xin had no time to stop him, so he had to follow him and turn on all the lights for him. "I thought you wouldn't be going back tonight, so I cleaned up the guest room!"
"No need to bother! I really have something to do. I'll go by myself. Go back, Master's Wife—!"
I suddenly ran from a warm house into the cold night, and every pore in my body felt uncomfortable.
Cheng Sizhou went around the back of the house, and a turning car made a "whoosh" sound, crushing the snow stains on the ground and speeding past him.
If the road hadn't been slippery and he hadn't walked fast enough, he would have almost lost his life.
"Zichuan——!"
Sure enough, as soon as he shouted, the brim of the black hat moved.
Wen Zichuan had been squatting for a long time and his legs felt a little sore. He slowly stood up with the help of the street lamp and turned to face him.
Cheng Sizhou shook his hand, then reached into his hood and touched his face, which was ice-cold.
His anger flared up immediately. "Didn't I tell you to take a taxi back first? Even if you're waiting for me, at least find a warm place. There are convenience stores, bookstores, and coffee shops nearby. Do you really have to squat here in the cold? How long has your injury been healed? What if you get sick from the cold?!"
"Brother Zhou, I'm fine." Wen Zichuan's nose was red, like a cartoon doll. "I don't want to go to those places alone. It's good to wait here."
"Bullshit! I think you did it on purpose. You want to piss me off to death!" Although Cheng Sizhou was angry, he didn't stop what he was doing and quickly hailed a taxi.
"I was wrong. Don't be angry. It's really nice here. I can see you guys eating upstairs."
"Oh, we're having a happy meal, and you're starving and freezing downstairs. If you don't know, you might think you're being mean to me."
"No, no, I took a look from a distance. At least I know what your master and mistress look like. Next time, next time, I promise to accompany you to meet them openly, okay? Don't be angry."
Listening to him acting coquettishly, Cheng Sizhou's heart softened into a puddle of mud. How could he still be angry?
But he couldn't show a good face right away. He had to let Zichuan know that he had to take care of himself no matter what. No one and nothing was worth him getting hurt or sick.
"Don't be angry. When we get home, I'll sing a song for you, okay?" Wen Zichuan took his arm and interlocked his fingers with his.
The taxi arrived and the two of them still sat in the back seat.
Cheng Sizhou groaned, "You think you can bribe me with just a song? That's too easy, isn't it?"
Wen Zichuan pinched the soft flesh in his palm: "That's right, you've seen the best singers, so why would you care about me singing?"
"You really won't tolerate any loss. I was just anxious and said something harsh to you, and you immediately found something to provoke me, only then could you feel better."
"So what? I'm just timid, my family is poor, and I'm not worthy of you!" Wen Zichuan's mind was hot, and he didn't care that the driver was listening, and he threw out everything. "What is the Jiang family? That's also Jiang Anyi's home. If she is still alive, would she want to see me appear in her home?"
"Aren't you just being superstitious? If there really were spirits, I'd been hanging around in the hospital since I was little. I guess there would be so many spirits around me that An Yi wouldn't be able to squeeze in."
This guy started talking nonsense again.
Wen Zichuan didn't want to argue with him, so he turned his head and looked out the window. They were passing through the city center. High-rise buildings stood tall and majestic, and all he could see were brilliant lights and shadows interwoven with colorful neon lights.
This is the most prosperous place in Dengyuan. It is so prosperous that you feel ashamed if you look at it for a few more times.
"Okay, Zichuan, I apologize. I'm sorry." Cheng Sizhou took a step back.
"I don't blame you. I'm not good enough, really not good enough." Wen Zichuan shook his head. He had thought it through clearly in the past few days. The crux of their problem was that he had no money. As long as he earned enough money and filled the gap between them, all problems would be solved.
It seems that he not only has to star in TV dramas, but also has to rely on President Wei's power to package himself. Only by truly becoming a star and gaining traffic and popularity can he make money quickly.
"Zichuan, I know you want to be better, but you have to eat one bite at a time and earn money bit by bit. Don't push yourself too hard."
You see, this person is the worm in his stomach. He can guess roughly what is said even if it is not said out loud.
"I don't know how long it will take before I can stand on the same level with you." Wen Zichuan asked quietly, "Are you willing to wait for me?"
"No."
"Why?!"
"You've been mine for a long time, what are you waiting for?"
"...What do you mean, your people?"
"I've done everything I should and shouldn't have done. If you want to deny it, just do it again."
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