Chapter 15
Not long after the show ended, Zhou Xu posted a photo on Weibo of four kids pulling radishes.
Under the clear blue sky, every cute childish face is filled with carefreeness.
Zhou Xu wrote: [Our Xiaoqi also has his own happy little photo. @Singer Zhu Wei
@Actor-Chu Han, Yiming (You guys are going to be famous, how about opening a Weibo account first [hooking finger][hooking finger]]
[Is this what was filmed on the show using a children’s watch? Mingzai's father also has some photography skills.]
[A real boss can use a children's watch? Kneel down slowly]
[When I saw my wife finding the angle to take the photo, I felt something was unusual, and it turned out to be true! 】
[Stop talking after the fact!] (Shout out to Mingzi, open Weibo and post a selfie of you and your little daddy, and even better, your big daddy too...)
[Mingzi, you have a Weibo account, so we can vote for you, open it now]
Later, Zhu Wei and Chu Han also shared this photo on Weibo.
Especially Chu Han, who usually has a quiet personality, smiled a lot, which is very rare for him, as if he was happy that Xingxing could integrate into the group of kids.
Not long after, a picture appeared in Zhou Xu's comment section, and @ him.
Because the picture was so hilarious, fans and show viewers took to every guest's comment section with this photo.
The picture is a modified version of the famous work of French oil painter Delacroix, "Liberty Leading the People", which was created to commemorate the July Revolution in France.
The portrait of a person holding a flag and waving his arms was perfectly integrated into the performance of Bo Yiming, who was standing on a stool and speaking.
Among the revolutionary followers behind him, a picture of Zhou Xu’s face was cleverly photoshopped in.
Because the photo was too funny, many show viewers, guest fans and passers-by interacted with it for a period of time, and it suddenly became a hot topic.
[When I think about Mingzai being a Chinese-French hybrid, I can’t help but laugh]
[Hahahahaha oh my god, what a ridiculous joke]
[Delacroix: Hello, netizen. Wait for me to kick over the coffin lid and come to find you. 】
[Zhou Xu!] Do you feel the calling and guidance? Mingzai is calling OK】
Zhou Xu also forwarded this photo: [Mingzai, your life photo, uncle has saved it for you. 】
He also sent the photo to the parents’ group, @Yiming’s dad.
However, Wen Cishu was lying down for a nap and did not see the picture at first.
His body was not as healthy as he thought.
Although it seemed that we were only active in a small area of the farm these past two days, we had consumed a lot of energy due to constant talking and communicating during the day.
After getting home and getting into bed, Wen Cishu fell into a deep sleep.
The two doctors took turns feeling his pulse and listening to his stethoscope, but neither woke him up.
Fortunately, there was nothing wrong with her heart. Dr. Lin, a Chinese medicine practitioner, prescribed a calming soup and asked Aunt Zhong to make it and drink it before going to bed at night.
The bed at home was much bigger than the one on the show, making Wen Cishu look extremely thin.
Half of her fair face was buried in the quilt, and her breath was faint, which made people feel distressed.
Aunt Zhong wrung out a hot towel and Bo Tingyuan reached out to take it, "I'll do it."
She was going to wipe the Second Young Master herself, but after hearing this, she had no choice but to leave the room.
Although the mansion is located in a busy area, it is surrounded by green trees and is extremely quiet.
In the bedroom in the afternoon, with the heavy velvet curtains closed, it was as quiet as late at night.
Wen Cishu's skin is as thin as rice paper, and his facial features are as beautiful as paintings on paper.
Whenever he was sleeping soundly, Bo Tingyuan always had the illusion that time and space had stopped.
Just like when he first met him on the bustling streets of Paris.
A moment is eternity.
After a sleepless night last night, Bo Tingyuan realized that he couldn't stand the pain of being separated by a short distance for just one night.
The towel for wiping gradually became colder. Bo Tingyuan's fingertips stayed on the tip of his eyebrows for a long time, then he slowly leaned over.
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Wen Cishu had an unusually gentle dream.
In the dream, Bo Tingyuan held his face, kissed his forehead, and said to him in French: [From now on, I will continue to take care of you on behalf of your parents and brothers, and will never let you down, abandon you, or let you suffer the slightest bit]
When he suddenly opened his eyes, there was only a ray of afterglow in the room, and he seemed to hear Bo Tingyuan's extremely low and sexy voice speaking French in his ears.
At that time, Bo Tingyuan was still young, far from having the high position and power he has today, but he was so handsome that Wen Cishu's heart beat faster.
Auntie Zhong, who was waiting by the bed, called out lovingly and tenderly, "Second Young Master?"
"Yeah." Wen Cishu slowly propped himself up and Aunt Zhong helped him.
He took a sip of warm water and recalled the dream he had just had, only to find that it was not a dream at all, but the wedding scene he had forgotten.
That year, he and Bo Tingyuan held their wedding in a lakeside castle in France.
In the auditorium filled with red roses, Bo Tingyuan personally repeated the same promise he made in his dream.
Ten years later, Wen Cishu thought that Bo Tingyuan had done even better than he had promised.
Aunt Zhong pulled up the quilt and asked, "Why did you lose consciousness?"
"Aunt Zhong, where is my wedding ring?"
Wen Cishu was puzzled, "The one I wore every day when I first got married."
Aunt Zhong recalled it carefully.
It's no wonder that she couldn't remember it. It was mainly because the two young masters were getting married, and it was full of ceremony. There was a long span from the engagement party to the formal wedding banquet, and the amount of jewelry that the Bo family sent to the Wen family in the meantime was piled up. Naturally, there are several engagement and wedding rings.
She remembered: "When you had Yiming, one morning you woke up and said that your ring was encircling your finger and it was uncomfortable so you took it off."
"Where?"
"I'll go look for it." Aunt Zhong got up and went to look for it.
The jewelry that Wen Cishu brought after the marriage and the novelties that Bo Tingyuan gave her were kept in a special room.
In the room is a precious Chinese-style jewelry cabinet that was specially built by the old man of the Bo family. The whole room is full of jewels from inside to outside.
Aunt Zhong didn’t find it in the ring section, and she opened several other small cloisonné cabinets, but there was no trace of it either.
She came out with nothing in her hands.
"I'll ask Old Xu later. He should know."
Seeing Wen Cishu frowning slightly, she comforted him, "Don't worry, Old Xu is a sharp-eyed and careful person. He knows where a needle is if it falls in the mansion. He will definitely not lose it."
Wen Cishu placed his palm on the white jade bracelet on his wrist and rubbed it hard.
The jade necklace, which carried his body temperature, was very warm and seemed to be silently reminding him of something.
In fact, Uncle Xu didn’t often enter this room. The ones who came in and out most often were Aunt Zhong and Bo Tingyuan.
Wen Cishu has a guess.
His eyes slowly moved to the silk screen sliding door between the two bedrooms.
Perhaps it was because the Chinese-style decoration was too formal and solemn, or perhaps it was because the light in the room was dim at the moment.
This room gave Wen Cishu an inexplicable sense of majesty, as if it was a cold and forbidden place.
It was as if the door was opened and Bo Tingyuan himself walked out.
Wen Cishu retracted his expression and looked at the delicate and exquisite bracelet: "Aunt Zhong, don't ask first, I will think about it myself."
He stretched and said, "I'm hungry after sleeping. Let's go have dinner."
Aunt Zhong helped him get up and go downstairs.
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As soon as he stepped out of the elevator, Wen Cishu saw the little monkey with wet hair.
"What did you do? Why didn't you dry your hair?"
He took the towel from Uncle Xu and wiped the child's hair.
Uncle Xu smiled as he spoke about what the young master had just done.
I played tennis, went to the stable to feed the horses, and then went home to swim and take a bath.
His energy was so strong that even Wen Cishu was astonished.
Wen Cishu dried his hair and ruffled it: "Then hurry up and have dinner. Where's your grandfather?"
Uncle Xu: "The eldest young master went to the company."
Wen Cishu and Bo Yiming went to the restaurant and sat down to eat.
Bo Yiming's eyes lit up as he looked at the delicious roast goose.
"Oh, Little Daddy~ Grandpa Xu said that Big Daddy was watching our live broadcast the whole night and didn't sleep at all."
"Really?" Wen Cishu looked at Uncle Xu, somewhat surprised.
"Yes." Uncle Xu handed over two small bowls of rice, "The eldest young master is worried."
Wen Cishu thought, he didn't look tired at all in the afternoon.
What kind of steel body is this?
He looked at the little monkey who was happily picking up food. It was a blessing for him to have inherited Bo Tingyuan's healthy genes.
Bo Yiming had just picked up a piece of roast goose when he suddenly felt the young father's gaze. Thinking that he wanted to eat it too, he quickly put it on the young father's plate.
"Little daddy, you eat this."
"Be good." Wen Cishu didn't refuse. He picked it up, dipped it in sauce and put it into his mouth.
Chef Chen's cooking skills are top-notch. Just a small piece of roast goose has crispy skin and tender meat. Dipped in sour plum sauce, the right amount of oily juice splashes on the tip of the tongue when you take a bite. It is not greasy at all and fills your mouth with fragrance.
However, for Wen Cishu, he could only eat one piece of roast goose at most.
Even if it is made by Master Chen, there are no more than two pieces. Any more will be a bit greasy.
Next to Bo Yiming's hand was a small bag, about the size of a fist and round in shape.
Wen Cishu guessed something: "Yiming, are you going to keep your little potato like this forever?"
Bo Yiming swallowed the delicious roast goose.
"Little Dad, I don't want the little potatoes to go bad, do you have any good ideas?"
Wen Cishu took a sip of the soup, held his chin in his hand and began to think seriously about his son.
"How about we find a small plot of land at home and plant it there? That way it won't go bad. You can also water it every day and watch it grow."
"OK!"
Bo Yiming picked up the small potato and thought it was very interesting to imagine it taking root and sprouting in his home, and then bearing the same abundant fruits as on the farm.
“We plant right after we eat?”
"Um……"
Although Wen Cishu came up with an idea, he actually didn't know the method. "Dad, look up how to plant it online."
Aunt Zhong refilled his soup and said in surprise, "I'm here, but you don't ask me."
Wen Cishu and Bo Yiming both laughed.
Bo Yiming was delighted: "Great, Grandma Zhong, please teach me and my little dad!"
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After dinner.
Aunt Zhong found a suitable instrument and told the father and son how to operate it.
Wen Cishu took a small knife and cut the potatoes along the sprout points.
Wearing disposable gloves, Bo Yiming put the potatoes into the pots one by one, covered them with a thin layer of soil and watered them.
Aunt Zhong said, "Wait a few days and see if it sprouts. If it sprouts, you can plant it in the ground."
Bo Yiming asked Uncle Xu cheerfully, "Grandpa Xu, can you help me find a good feng shui location?"
Wen Cishu was speechless after hearing this.
People who don’t know would think that the potato was going to be given a grand funeral.
After planting potatoes, the father and son went to wash their hands.
Bo Yiming stayed close to his little father, watching the warm water wash away the dense foam between his fingers, and then looked up at his little father.
Wen Cishu blinked: "What's wrong?"
Bo Yiming tilted his head and leaned against his little father.
He really likes his dad to do these things with him.
Wen Cishu wiped his hands, held him and rubbed his hair. If the child was older, he would not snuggle up to his parents like this. He should cherish this gentle time.
"Dad, can you help me with my homework?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the little guy in his arms took a step back, and then another step back.
"Little dad, I'm already nine years old, I can do my homework by myself!"
Bo Yiming turned and ran away as he spoke, the last word of his voice disappearing.
Wen Cishu: Tsk, my unnecessary fatherly love.
He slowly returned to his bedroom on the second floor, picked up the mobile phone on the bedside table, and saw "Liberty Leading the People" in the WeChat group. He couldn't help laughing.
[@Teacher Zhou, I’m so sorry. I slept all afternoon and just woke up a little. I'll let the client enjoy it in a moment. 】
Zhou Xu: [It’s okay, it’s OK]
Zhu Wei: [Yiming, dad, are you feeling unwell? I think you look tired today.
Wen Cishu was somewhat touched: [It’s just that I seldom go out, and I feel a little exhausted. I’ll be fine after a good sleep. Thank you Sister Wei for your concern. 】
Chu Han: [Yiming's father calls me Teacher Chu, and Teacher Zhu is called Sister Wei]
Wen Cishu held his phone in his hand and leaned against the bedside, laughing softly: [No, no, Teacher Chu is Sister Han]
Chu Han posted an old-fashioned emoticon package with the words "You and I raise our glasses and share the prosperity of the times."
Wen Cishu thought that Teacher Chu was calm and gentle when they were on the show, but he didn't expect that he had such a cute and funny side in private.
Zhou Xu: [What about me? 】
Wen Cishu: [Teacher Zhou, you seem younger than me. Are you sure you want me to change my words? 】
Zhou Xu: [Then just call me Teacher Zhou. I’m taking advantage of you haha]
[Let me show you what Xiaoqi asked me and his mother to do when he got home today]
A cute three-dimensional cloud photo frame popped up on the screen, and in the center was a photo of four little kids pulling radishes.
Chu Han: [So cute]
Zhu Wei: [What a coincidence]
She also sent out printed photos, which were placed on Rongrong's photo wall.
The photo is located in the center and is obviously Rongrong’s favorite.
Wen Cishu was infected by this lovely atmosphere and couldn't help but tell everyone about his experience of growing potatoes with Bo Yiming to make them laugh.
Suddenly, Wen Cishu thought of someone, clicked on his WeChat ID, and typed:
[Uncle Xu said, you didn’t sleep the whole night last night, don’t be too tired, go home and rest early. 】
After thinking about it, I felt it was weird.
After withdrawing the message, rewrite it. [Are you done with your work?] Go home early. 】
After sending it out for a few minutes, there was no response.
Wen Cishu was thinking that he was probably still busy.
As a result, the door was pushed open, and the person who came in was Bo Tingyuan with a faint expression. He raised his green eyes through the cold lenses and looked straight at him, revealing a little coldness.
Wen Cishu threw his phone away.
——Okay, this is another unnecessary concern.
Bo Tingyuan noticed his complexion, which was rosier than when he went out, and his almond-shaped eyes also showed a lively look.
He closed the door and walked inside.
Wen Cishu had a sensitive nose. As he approached, he immediately smelled a faint smell of alcohol, which might be a strong liquor like whiskey.
He asked with some surprise: "Have you been drinking?"
Isn't it bad for your health if you stay up all night and drink alcohol?
Although Bo Tingyuan himself did not look tired, Wen Cishu seemed a little worried.
No matter how good your physical condition is, it cannot withstand the daily consumption, not to mention unspeakable diseases.
When Bo Tingyuan heard these words and his slightly furrowed brows, he paused at the end of the bed and did not move forward.
"I'm going to take a shower, you watch first."
He placed the documents on the corner of the bed and turned to walk towards the sliding screen door.
"oh."
Wen Cishu was so focused on looking at his face that he didn't notice that he was holding a document in his hand. It was actually for him?
He stood up and rushed over curiously, mumbling in a light tone, "Let me see what this is~"
Bo Tingyuan, who had just opened the screen, turned his head to look at the bed.
Under the milky white light, Wen Cishu's exceptionally slender body was sunken in the soft quilt, her long hair casually tied into a loose bun, her hair hanging down on her slender neck.
The silk pajamas slowly extended along the slightly undulating lines of the back. The hem with gold thread patterns was heavier and slid forward at the waist, revealing a line of snow-white slender waist.
When Bo Tingyuan's gaze met his raised round buttocks, he quickly withdrew it, pushed the screen open and stepped in.
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