Chapter 18
Li Yun's courtyard is located in a special area under the jurisdiction of the diplomatic department, just a few steps away from the core administrative department.
Several cars stopped outside the yard one after another, and Bo Yiming saw his grandfather walking quickly forward with a happy look on his face.
He jumped out of the car first: [Grandpa! 】
Li Yun held his eldest grandson's hand, his slightly old eyes and brows showing suppressed excitement. He lowered his voice and said lovingly: "Thank you Yiming for helping grandpa invite both fathers. 】
Bo Yiming raised his head proudly, turned around, and looked expectantly at the other black car with his grandfather.
The tall Bo Tingyuan held Wen Cishu's hand tightly and helped him step out.
Wen Cishu, who rarely goes out, exudes a noble air. He stands in the evening breeze with a gentle smile on his face.
As an elder, Li Yun looked at the two people who rarely saw each other and took the initiative to say, "Cishu, Tingyuan, Dad is very happy that you can come."
Bo Tingyuan called out "Dad" and then asked his assistant to deliver the gift.
Wen Cishu also said, "Happy birthday, Dad."
"well."
Li Yun looked at the two people and his little grandson appearing at the same time, as if in a trance for a moment. He raised his hand only after he came to his senses.
"It's windy this afternoon. Tingyuan, hurry up and carry Cishu inside so he doesn't get caught in the wind."
Wen Cishu looked at his elders who were still well-mannered even though they were middle-aged.
As far as he could remember, the last time they met was a very long time ago, dating back to when Bo Yiming was just born.
Before he got married, he was not very clear about the specific relationship between Bo Tingyuan and Li Yun, father and son. He only knew that Li Yun and his mother were not married and Bo Tingyuan had always lived with his mother.
Judging from the current situation, the relationship between father and son is very cold.
Li Yun was in high spirits but couldn't find words to say for a moment, so he said to Wen Cishu: "Yiming has grown a little taller than last year."
He was about to raise his hand to rub the child's head, but was avoided.
Bo Yiming leaned to the side and said anxiously: [Grandpa! I had such a hard time combing my hair high! A full two centimeters.]
Wen Cishu became anxious when he heard him speaking French, mumbling something.
He pursed his lips, a smile flashing in his eyes, and when he raised his eyes, he saw Bo Tingyuan looking at him.
Li Yun put his arm around Bo Yiming's shoulders.
[Okay, grandpa won’t touch your hair.] Don't stay so far away from grandpa. 】
He then said to Wen Cishu, "The people who came here tonight are all my old colleagues and friends from work, and they brought some family members with them. Cishu, don't feel constrained."
"Won't."
Wen Cishu shook Bo Tingyuan's hand and said, "With Tingyuan here, I won't be shy."
His palm was clenched again, as if in response to his words, and the warmth from the palm continued to be transmitted to him.
When the group entered the courtyard, the guests looked over and were dazzled by what they saw.
Everyone knows the relationship between Li Yun and the Bo family, and knows about the existence of Bo Tingyuan, but no one has seen Wen's dictionary.
One is a distinctly three-dimensional mixed-race face with sharp lines like a Western sculpture; the other
Her face has an exceptionally classical oriental beauty, graceful and gorgeous.
As soon as the two of them appeared, they seemed to have a halo around them, making it impossible to take your eyes off them.
Li Yun gave a relatively brief introduction.
Unlike most parents who would make a big fuss about having such outstanding children, he only said that he had two children and a grandson.
In addition, since he is in politics and the Bo family is in business, their positions are sensitive, so he deliberately downplayed the issue.
Friends could see that the birthday boy was unusually happy today, apparently because of the two important guests.
As close friends, they were also happy for Li Yun and took the initiative to avoid some inappropriate topics during their conversation.
Bo Yiming had a good eye. The Beiyun he chose for the young father really attracted everyone's attention. After some questions, they started chatting about topics related to traditional Chinese and European culture.
At dinner time.
Wen Cishu sat down, with Bo Yiming on his right and Bo Tingyuan on his left, whose hands he still held.
He leaned over and joked, "You're not eating?"
Bo Tingyuan pulled him over and put him on his lap: "The meal hasn't started yet."
Wen Cishu felt his thumb rubbing his ring repeatedly, neither lightly nor heavily, as if confirming over and over again that he was wearing it properly.
Bo Yiming leaned close to Little Father's ear and whispered, "Little Father, did you notice that Grandpa's face is very red today?"
"Well, I'm happy." Wen Cishu said, "How about you?"
"I am happy."
Bo Yiming tugged at his black bow tie and said, "Little daddy, you haven't even praised me. Am I handsome?"
Wen Cishu looked at his childish face and nodded.
"No, little daddy, you have to say it."
Bo Yiming made an expectant expression as if to say "I'm ready to listen to the praise."
Wen Cishu quickly pinched his little face and whispered, "Very handsome, the star of the show."
"Yeah!" Satisfied.
When Big Dad looked over, Bo Yiming made two "V" victory signs.
He was so proud that his little tail was raised up.
Li Yun is a low-key and simple person, and his birthday party was also very simple.
We also talked about work during the meal.
After dinner, Li Yun specifically said to Wen Cishu: "Cishu, I am not as comfortable here as at home, I hope you can forgive me."
He has worked for the government for many years, receiving a meager salary and has not purchased any property in the country.
This courtyard was provided by the government, and he only needs to pay a certain amount of maintenance fees every year.
"No dad, don't say that."
Wen Cishu remembered the purpose of his visit, and while Bo Tingyuan and Bo Yiming went to the bathroom, he raised his hand to invite Li Yun to the courtyard garden.
Li Yun saw that he had something to say, so he took the initiative to ask, "Ci Shu, what do you want to tell me?"
Wen Cishu asked softly, "Dad, it was about my marriage to Tingyuan. I remember my parents said that it was the old man who gave my photo to Tingyuan?"
Li Yun: "Yes. At that time, Yiming's great grandfather wanted Tingyuan to come back and inherit the family business, so he hoped that he could get married in the country."
Wen Cishu felt something was wrong as soon as he heard it.
"That shouldn't just be the photo you gave me, right?"
Li Yun frowned and recalled, "I really don't know the specific details. I didn't have any contact with Yiming's great grandfather for a long time. It was only after Tingyuan returned to China, after you got married, and before he passed away that we saw each other more often."
Wen Cishu nodded: "Dad, do you know if Ting Yuan had any physical discomfort before getting married?"
Li Yun: "He has a good physique. His mother taught him horse riding and fencing since he was a child. Cishu, why do you ask that?"
"No." Wen Cishu felt that his question was too direct, and hurriedly changed the subject, "But he seemed to like Eastern culture very much in the past?"
Li Yun didn't think much about it and just followed the conversation, "What a coincidence. It was about a year before you got married. Tingyuan's mother mentioned to me that Tingyuan seemed to be fascinated by Chinese culture and might return to China in the future. You know, he wasn't close to me before, and he didn't take it seriously when I wanted him to learn Chinese."
"A year before the wedding?"
Wen Cishu recalled his own experience, "At that time, I went to France with my parents."
At that time he wanted to go alone, but in the end no matter how much he tried to persuade them, it was useless, and finally his parents accompanied him.
Li Yun smiled and said, "If we were in Paris, maybe we would have run into Ting Yuan by chance. After all, the core area of Paris is only the size of a palm."
Wen Cishu thought to himself, is that possible?
Perhaps it was the romanticism in Li Yun's bones that was at work, and he felt that this speculation was very reliable.
"I think that might be true. Ting Yuan fell in love with you at first sight, and then when the old man gave him the photo, he saw that it was you and he definitely couldn't miss it. So he immediately agreed to let his grandfather go back to China."
Wen Cishu: "..."
No wonder you insisted on changing your surname. Your style is exactly different from that of the Bo family.
Li Yun looked at him as if he was thinking about something, so he put away his smile: "Cishu, don't worry about it. Dad is happy to see you tonight. What I said just now was just a guess. But, if you ask Dad like this, is it because... you have something unpleasant with Tingyuan?"
"No, I just happened to remember it." Wen Cishu coughed lightly as he finished speaking.
"Come in quickly, come in quickly." Li Yun quickly invited him to the living room and asked his aunt to bring him a cup of hot tea.
Just then, Bo Tingyuan came over with Bo Yiming.
Li Yun said nervously, "Tingyuan, Cishu is coughing, do you think it's serious?"
When Wen Cishu heard what he said, it seemed as if he thought Bo Tingyuan was a doctor.
"I'm fine, maybe I spoke too fast."
Before he could finish his words, Bo Tingyuan grabbed his shoulders and pulled him into his arms, letting him feel the warmth from his chest.
Auntie brought hot tea, and Bo Tingyuan held it to his lips and watched him take two sips. "Are you really okay?"
"Hmm." Wen Cishu sniffed the aroma of tea leaves, "The jasmine scent in this tea is light and pleasant."
Li Yun said, "You have a good eye for dictionaries. It was indeed given to me by an old friend in the south. I'll bring some back later."
Wen Cishu didn't hesitate and nodded with a smile.
As a junior, you can ask for things with a clear conscience.
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Afterwards, Li Yun invited the guests to dance, and as the birthday boy, he personally played the piano to add to the fun.
Wen Cishu had just observed that the guests were all middle-aged elders, many of whom should be from scholarly families. They looked elegant intellectuals or rigorous and professional government workers.
At this moment, everyone danced together, with a traditional romantic atmosphere of the last century.
Bo Tingyuan was paying attention to Wen Cishu's expression, fearing that he might feel uncomfortable, so his outer elbow was pushed.
He turned his head and looked at his sneaky son through the glass lenses.
"Um?"
Bo Tingyuan accommodated his little son and bowed his head slightly.
Bo Yiming stood on tiptoe and muttered, "Big daddy, hurry up and invite little daddy to dance!"
Bo Tingyuan glanced at Wen Cishu who was concentrating, but did not move immediately.
Claiming to be "the cutest little son of the two dads", Bo Yiming moved to the middle behind the two dads without hesitation and said in a neither-too-loud nor-soft voice: "Little dad, the big dad wants to ask you to dance, are you willing?"
"Hmm?" Wen Cishu turned his head to look at his son, then looked at Bo Tingyuan, and his phoenix eyes blinked like the fluttering wings of a butterfly.
Bo Yiming chuckled and retired after accomplishing his mission.
He clenched his fist towards Big Daddy and mouthed: Come on!
I really want to see some precious scenes of dads dancing.
Bo Tingyuan raised his hand, Wen Cishu handed it to him, and then he held it firmly in his arms.
Wen Cishu was just thinking that this group of middle-aged elders danced in a traditional and old-fashioned way, and now he wanted to join them.
Others enthusiastically made room.
Seeing this, Li Yun played the piano more attentively with a smile on his face.
Amid the sound of the brisk and relaxing waltz, Wen Cishu raised his eyes slightly and looked at the person in front of him, and asked with a hint of joking in his tone: "You don't want to ask me to dance, do you?"
After saying that, he slid out and turned around with a dance step.
The loose clothes flowed freely, and the jade pendant and jade beads on the back slightly pressed down the clothes on the back, vaguely outlining the slender waist.
It is so beautiful.
Bo Tingyuan immediately pulled the person back into his arms, even faster than the piano music.
Wen Cishu noticed something was wrong and caught his gaze in confusion. "Um?"
The hand behind his back suddenly tightened, as if trying to penetrate the thin clothes and stick to his skin.
As the piano played, Bo Tingyuan danced and hugged him tightly, saying in French: "I want to take you home. 】
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