Chapter 35
In the evening, Wen Cishu and Bo Yiming fiddled with the incense burner in the living room.
It was during dinner when Aunt Zhong inadvertently mentioned a pair of small rose stone incense burners that she had sent to her earlier, which aroused Bo Yiming's curiosity and he kept asking questions about it.
Seeing that he was interested, Wen Cishu simply asked Aunt Zhong to prepare the incense burners.
Bo Yiming had never played it before, but had only heard of "bathing and burning incense", so while Aunt Zhong was preparing, he insisted on going back to his room to take a bath first.
Seeing that he was so serious, Wen Cishu naturally couldn't fall behind.
After taking a shower, he changed into a Chinese-style hibiscus-patterned long robe and pajamas on a whim, and sat cross-legged on the couch, playing with two pink hibiscus stone three-legged incense burners.
It is a palm-sized thing, with a lustrous rosy pink all over, and delicate and exquisite carvings.
Wen Cishu used to love playing with everything at home, and his parents supported him as long as he didn't go out or run around.
Therefore, in addition to reading books and practicing calligraphy, I also played with incense seals and learned carving.
In addition to the piano taught by his parents since childhood, he also learned guitar and minor languages on his own.
But he has average patience and only learns the basics. Once he has learned something, it's like he's just playing a game and he loses interest and just abandons it.
Wen Cishu turned the small pink incense burner and estimated that the price he paid for it should not be low.
When Aunt Zhong came over with the spices and incense burners, Wen Cishu held up the incense burner in his palm, looked at her and asked, "Aunt Zhong, was this bought by Yiming's grandfather, or was it sent by Yiming's great grandfather?"
Aunt Zhong asked, "Young Master. How long has it been since Old Master Bo passed away?"
Wen Cishu was speechless.
But the more you look at this thing, the pinker it becomes, just like the pads on a kitten's paws. It is completely different from Bo Tingyuan's temperament.
Not to mention Bo Tingyuan's body, even inside and outside the mansion, there is rarely such a fresh peach blossom color - except for the beautiful spring flowers in the mansion garden.
Aunt Zhong put the powder away: "Old Xu said that this was left by Old Master Bo."
The small wooden boxes with nine-grid patterns are all made of excellent wood.
Through the thin wood chips you can smell the rich, fragrant scent of powder.
Wen Cishu sniffed the aroma and picked out a powder box mainly made of agarwood, sweet pine and sandalwood.
"Wait for Yiming to come and let him choose one himself."
When Bo Yiming ran back excitedly, he was stunned to see his young father, who looked like a person in a painting.
He held Little Daddy's black hair to his shoulders and begged, "Little Daddy! Can you wear this every day?"
Wen Cishu pressed his shoulders and asked him to sit down: "Baby, these are pajamas."
Aunt Zhong had other things to do, so she let them play and she would clean up later.
Bo Yiming smelled all the powder boxes one by one and finally chose one with plum blossom scent.
He followed his father's steps, carefully used copper ash to flatten the white ash powder, then chose a brass seal mold with peach patterns and spread the plum blossom scented powder on it.
He was afraid that the texture would be damaged when he picked it up, so he asked his father to help him take it out.
After everything was done, Wen Cishu lit the lotus-patterned incense powder and covered it with a pink hibiscus stone lid. White smoke passed through the hollow carvings on the lid and rose up in curls.
The air is instantly filled with the faint scent of woody spices, which is fresh, rich and distant, and has a very calming effect.
Wen Cishu was savoring the faint fragrance when he saw the little monkey lying on the table, almost approaching the incense burner, taking a deep breath through his nose.
"What's wrong?"
Bo Yiming went around to Little Daddy's side, sniffed the incense burner, and asked curiously, "Little Daddy, do you think this scent is a little similar to Big Daddy's?"
Wen Cishu pretended to be indifferent, leaned back, and asked casually: "Really? Your little nose is so sensitive?"
Bo Yiming raised his head proudly: "Every time my father picked me up, I could smell it very clearly."
Wen Cishu smiled but said nothing.
It seems that he has a deep memory of being carried by the big daddy.
Maybe he should find some time to talk to Bo Tingyuan and stop carrying the child around all the time.
Bo Yiming quickly took photos, "This is my first time preparing aromatherapy."
He took several photos of his lovely peach powder.
Wen Cishu remembered that he had sent a message to Bo Tingyuan in the afternoon, but there has been no reply yet.
Just as I was wondering, there was a knock on the door.
The father and son turned their heads to look over there, and the door was pushed open, and Bo Tingyuan stepped in.
Wen Cishu raised the corners of his eyebrows slightly, thinking that he was not very busy and would come back late tonight? It’s only seven o’clock at most now?
Bo Tingyuan saw him leaning leisurely on the three-legged stool, his black hair spread out on his light moon-white pajamas, like the flowing moonlight, and his lazy posture was indescribably elegant and unrestrained.
He moved his drooping fingertips, walked over, looked at his son and asked, "Yiming, what are you doing?"
"I learned how to burn incense from my little dad!"
Bo Yiming sat next to the little daddy and chattered excitedly, "It's a mysterious and interesting ancient culture. Of course, the little daddy is an important part of this culture."
Wen Cishu looked at the silly little monkey.
He was indeed fiddling with the spices just now and said a few words casually, so why did it sound so weird when he said it?
Bo Tingyuan sniffed the faint scent of agarwood, walked to the couch, raised his hand and rubbed his son's head: "Did you just call grandpa?"
"Ah?" Bo Yiming raised his head, his amber eyes full of confusion.
How did Big Daddy know that he took Grandpa’s call after taking a shower?
Wen Cishu was also stunned, and then he realized that probably only the little monkey’s grandfather in the family would use such official language.
He smiled knowingly, but saw Bo Tingyuan move his hand from his son's head to his shoulder, push his hair back, and slowly lower the corners of his mouth that had just been raised.
Wen Cishu lowered his eyes, followed his movements, tilted his head, and his long hair fell on his back.
When the fingers left, he couldn't help but raise his eyes again: "Isn't it very busy today?"
"Yes." Bo Tingyuan looked at him, "Go to the study to deal with it later."
Wen Cishu understood that he had gone home to work overtime.
In the faint smoke of agarwood, the two of them stood and leaned against each other, with their youngest son half-sitting on the couch between them, and their eyes met for a few seconds.
"oh!"
Bo Yiming let out a soft cry, causing Wen Cishu to quickly look away and look at the delicate jade-carved incense burner on the coffee table.
Bo Yiming grabbed the sleeve of his suit and said, "Dad, can you give me some time? I have something to talk to you about! It's very important."
He was like a little adult, giving his big dad a look that said "you know what I mean."
Of course, from Bo Tingyuan's perspective, his youngest son's actions were no different from winking.
Fortunately, this face inherited 30% of Wen Cishu's handsomeness and smoothness. Even when making a face, it is still delicate and cute.
Wen Cishu also remembered that it should be what he had told the little monkey in the morning.
He drooped his eyelashes, not knowing whether Bo Tingyuan would agree.
"Yiming, go to my study first. I'll be there in ten minutes."
The tone was calm, but the content was unexpected.
Wen Cishu raised his eyes and glanced at him quickly, then looked at his son's profile.
"Okay, no problem!" Bo Yiming jumped up and turned around to remind him, "Little dad, please don't touch my incense burner, okay? I'll come in a minute."
"Got it. Dad, don't move." Wen Cishu stood up slightly and tugged at the hem of his pajamas that was messed up.
Bo Yiming skipped away, and when he closed the door, he only showed his little head: "Big daddy, little daddy, I'm very good, right? Hehe~"
Before Wen Cishu could react, the little monkey had already closed the door.
He thought about it and found nothing important to say right away, so he didn't say anything.
As Bo Tingyuan walked towards the switch next to him, he said, "When I came back, the moonlight looked very beautiful."
"Hmm?" Wen Cishu turned his head and looked at the terrace outside the living room.
The window was not completely closed yet, and the gauze was swaying gracefully in the night breeze, creating a truly beautiful moonlight.
The lights suddenly dimmed.
Wen Cishu thought of what happened last night. He lowered his head and touched the long-handled brass ash press, and his fingertips felt cool.
Bo Tingyuan walked up to him and helped him put on his slippers: "Don't you have photos to show me?"
Wen Cishu paused as he put his feet into his shoes, so he changed his schedule and went home early just for the photo?
He placed one hand on his strong arm and muttered softly, "Then why did you turn off the lights? Turning off the lights to look at your phone is bad for your eyes."
As soon as he finished speaking, Bo Tingyuan put his arms around his waist and held him up.
There was a ten-centimeter height difference between the two of them, but at this moment Wen Cishu was standing on the step beside the couch, which narrowed the gap a lot. In addition, Bo Tingyuan suddenly hugged him and helped him up, and his nose tip almost rubbed Bo Tingyuan's dry lips.
Under the influence of the agarwood fragrance from the incense burner, Wen Cishu seemed to be immersed in Bo Tingyuan's breath, from his skin to his lungs.
"Hmm?" Wen Cishu raised his eyes, met his green eyes like gemstones in the night, and asked slowly, "So, you don't want to look at the photos?"
Bo Tingyuan: "Nine minutes left."
There was a hint of doubt in Wen Cishu's dark eyes.
Bo Tingyuan placed his palm on the side of his face and his thumb brushed across his soft earlobe: [Will you dance with me? 】
The invitation came too suddenly, but his tone was so sincere and affectionate that Wen Cishu fell into a momentary dizziness.
Not bad, not bad.
Wen Cishu thought, fortunately he had the foresight to turn off the lights, otherwise he would have seen his inexplicably hot cheeks.
"Um."
As soon as he finished speaking, Bo Tingyuan picked him up and carried him to the terrace.
Wen Cishu stood there in a daze, with him holding her hand and hugging her waist, thinking wildly: Bo Tingyuan doesn't talk much, but his behavior is...
There is no music tonight, only elegant incense and gentle moonlight.
The two danced in silence, a dance that was both the same and different from last time.
For example, Wen Cishu felt that the distance between the two of them seemed to have disappeared, and with every movement, they seemed to be in tacit understanding, with their shoulders touching and their bodies pressed against each other.
He was wearing a thin and soft Chinese-style nightgown with delicate dark patterns embroidered on the hem. It was slightly heavy and would spread out with his dance steps, forming vortices like the hem of a skirt. Bo Tingyuan was wearing a strict business suit with clear lines on his shoulders and back like sharp edges.
Every time Wen Cishu leaned towards Bo Tingyuan, she became like a soft and fragrant flower leaning towards him.
This dance without accompaniment lasted about eight minutes.
When it was almost over, Wen Cishu was reluctant to leave, but he had to remind him: "Don't be unpunctual with the kids."
Bo Tingyuan hugged him tightly.
Wen Cishu's back was stroked heavily by his broad palm, and his whole body pressed softly against his chest.
The hands quickly slid from the narrow and slender waist to the long legs, and with a strong push, Wen Cishu was picked up.
In the darkness of night, Wen Cishu was carried to the bed in the bedroom.
Bo Tingyuan covered him with a blanket and said, "I'm going to talk to Yiming. You take a rest first."
After a pause, he continued, "I'm going to sleep late tonight. I'll ask Yiming to come and keep you company later."
Wen Cishu was buried in the soft quilt, feeling indignant: After dancing with you, you leave me behind? You think I have a good temper, right?
He felt a little upset and raised his hand to slap his hand away and pull the quilt himself.
Who knew that a loud and crisp "pop" would sound, plunging the already quiet room into an eerie silence.
"I..." Wen Cishu had no intention of hitting him and quickly stood up.
Bo Tingyuan gently took his hand and rubbed it: "Got it, I'll come over when I'm done."
Wen Cishu: “…Oh.”
He pulled the quilt, closed his eyes, and pursed his lips tightly.
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study.
Bo Yiming kept time to look at the door, and when his father pushed the door, he was surprised: "Father, how come you are so punctual? Exactly ten minutes."
Bo Tingyuan closed the door and took off his suit as he walked inside, but he smelled a faint fragrance on the clothes, so he withdrew his hand and did not continue taking it off.
He sat on the sofa, "Yiming, what do you want?"
Bo Yiming had rehearsed what he was going to say many times, and now he spoke it out naturally and fluently.
"Big Dad, the production team gave us a chance to invite another parent."
Bo Tingyuan actually already knew about this from Albert, "What do you think?"
Bo Yiming's face was full of mischief, as if he was afraid that the adults didn't know that he was hiding something.
"If Big Daddy rides with me and beats me, I'll invite Big Daddy to join. Does Big Daddy want to go?"
As he grew up, he realized that Big Daddy's intimidation came from his extremely sharp and deep green eyes, as well as his habit of being taciturn and rarely expressing his opinions, which made it completely impossible to figure out.
The unknown is mysterious, and mystery inspires awe and even fear.
While Bo Tingyuan was silent, he noticed something was wrong with his son.
Suddenly, Bo Yiming retracted his loose and casual legs, sat up straight, and kept moving his buttocks slightly to lean his body against the back of the sofa.
His arms seemed to be trying to rest on the armrests, but since he was sitting in the middle of the three-seater sofa, there was no support on either side, so Bo Yiming moved to one armrest like lightning and finally put his arms on it.
Bo Tingyuan frowned slightly, with something in mind.
To verify his idea, he raised his hand to push down the frameless glasses on his nose and looked at his cute little son leisurely.
Bo Yiming:?
Oh! He doesn't have glasses.
Yes, the cold lenses are also one of the sources of mystery.
But as soon as he opened his mouth, Bo Yiming fell into childishness again, rubbing his slippers back and forth on the carpet unconsciously: "Big Daddy? What do you think?"
Bo Tingyuan: "What's your little father's opinion?"
Bo Yiming said as a matter of course: "Little Daddy is of course looking forward to Big Daddy playing with us."
"In that case, why are you still using this matter to negotiate terms with me?"
"ah?"
Bo Yiming had an innocent and cute expression on his face, and was caught off guard by his grandfather's light but quick question.
He pouted. "Okay, I shouldn't do that. But..."
Bo Tingyuan stood up with the help of the handrail: "Your little dad said to take a day to eat hot pot, so let's go to the horse farm first and then eat."
"Okay!" Bo Yiming jumped up, "But you can't let me go, you have to promise me!"
This is very important to him.
Bo Tingyuan looked at his son. It took him nine years to grow from a little ball in swaddling clothes to the tall and thin boy in front of him. Fortunately, he was full of energy since he was young.
"no problem."
"Great~~" Bo Yiming forgot how he imitated his big dad just now, and immediately turned into a little monkey, wishing he could jump onto the sofa and jump high.
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bedroom.
Wen Cishu heard his son coming in, opened his eyes and turned to look: "Yiming?"
Bo Yiming thought his father was asleep, so he climbed onto the bed.
"Little Daddy, if Big Daddy doesn't agree to go on the show, will you be disappointed?"
Wen Cishu half hugged him and said, "No, what's wrong? Didn't you agree?"
"Hehe! Of course I agree!" Bo Yiming was originally planning to lie to his little dad, but he ended up smiling so hard that no one could help it.
He twisted in his little dad's arms and told him what his big dad had promised, "Big dad said he would let Uncle understand the program procedures and would arrange it."
Wen Cishu poked his son's face and said, "Baby is so amazing? He actually convinced Big Daddy! That's great."
"Um?"
Bo Yiming raised his confused eyes. How could his father have such a wrong idea? "By the way, Big Daddy said he would come over very late to accompany Little Daddy, and gave me a small task."
Wen Cishu frowned slightly: "What mission?"
"Just to put little daddy to sleep."
Bo Yiming patted the quilt with his hand: "Little daddy, be good~ Mingming baby will tell you the story of unicorns~~"
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