After getting in the car, Yan Sui was a little silent, he was thinking about what would happen if the old lady of the He family asked him to go there.
It couldn't be because of being ill. She suddenly figured out that she was willing to forgive He Wan and accept him by the way
A sarcastic look flashed across Yan Sui's eyes, before he could think any more, a piece of peeled and fried chestnuts was stuffed into his mouth.
“Sweet and glutinous, delicious.”
As Meng Ting spoke, he buried his head and continued peeling the chestnuts. His movements were slow and his expression was very focused, as if this was what he needed to peel the chestnuts well. That's the fact, his daily hands-on ability is really poor, even peeling chestnuts is no exception.
Yan Sui chewed it, but Meng Ting was right, it was indeed very sweet and glutinous, just like the Meng Ting himself he had tasted.
He took over the paper bag of sugar-fried chestnuts in Meng Ting's arms, peeled one at a speed three or four times faster than Meng Ting's, and then fed it to him.
"I'll peel it," Yan Sui said seeing Meng Ting stop and chewing food, he slightly lowered his head and kissed his sweet lips.
Meng Ting couldn't help but glance at the front seat from the corner of his eye, but unfortunately Yan Sui was too close to him, he couldn't glance at anyone except him.
"Then I'll finish peeling this off," he said as he moved forward slightly, kissing Yan Sui's lips as well, his eyes were bent, and the picturesque eyebrows rippling amorously fascinated people's eyes instantly.
Yan Sui had to be patient, so he resisted the urge to continue pressing down on his relatives.
Meng Ting finished peeling the chestnuts in his hand, and still fed them to Yan Sui, then asked for another one, continued to peel slowly and carefully, and at the same time, he was also fed a lot by Yan Sui.
Half of the big bag of fried chestnuts in sugar went down, Yan Sui looked out the window, rolled up the bag, and put it in a cabinet on the car, "Save it for dinner at night."
"Okay," Meng Ting agreed, he was already satisfied, Yan Sui peeled it off for him, so he could eat so much at once, otherwise it would take a long time for him to eat one by himself, this feeling is very good, Yan Sui gave it to him He peeled and got better again.
Yan Sui took out a wet towel from the cabinet again, wiped his hands, then took Meng Ting's hand to wipe him clean, and finally lifted Meng Ting's chin, and wiped his lips.
Meng Ting blinked and watched, and he was completely used to Yan Sui's meticulous care. At the same time, he also kept these cares in his heart. He liked Yan Sui, and he liked it more and more day by day.
Zhao Bing, who was driving in the front seat, was also used to Yan Sui and Meng Ting's unrestrained show of affection, and it couldn't be called a show. As long as these two people stayed together, they didn't talk. The atmosphere was warm and sweet, which was very sweet. It is a natural revelation, which has already envied many people.
The car stopped in front of He's old house, Yan Sui got out of the car first, and then led Meng Ting out, a man in a suit and leather shoes also came out from the iron gate, his name was He Zhen, he was two years younger than He Yue, and two years older than He Wan Aged, forty-five years old this year, more than half confused, but looks quite young.
When he saw Yan Sui, a smile floated on his face, without a hint of surprise, "Yan Sui is here, he must be hesitant."
"Second Uncle," Yan Sui called him, tilting his head and whispering something to Meng Ting.
Meng Ting also called someone, "Second Uncle."
He Zhen paused slightly when he heard the words, and seemed to have doubts about this "two", but he couldn't refute anything, that is, He Yue was also the second young master of his family in those years when he was lost, and this has never changed. is also like this.
"My mother wants to see you, come with me."
Yan Sui nodded, and led Meng Ting to follow him. In these years, the relationship between the two families has been cold, Yan Sui and He Zhen are not in the same generation, and the two of them don't interact much, so naturally there is nothing to talk about at this time.
Today is the sixty-seventh birthday of the old lady of the He family, and there were many people coming and going to give presents and participate in the banquet. Along the way, some people naturally recognized Yan Sui and Meng Ting, and after saying hello, many turned their heads and whispered.
He Zhen did not bring Yan Sui and Meng Ting to the banquet hall, but bypassed the hall and came to a small courtyard behind the main house. Mrs. He and Mr. He have lived here these years, but Mr. Yemeng is generally used to it, and has special requirements for quietness.
They came to a tea room, after He Zhen asked the servants Yan Sui and Meng Ting to serve tea, he left first, and not long after, he helped old lady He in.
The sixty-seven-year-old old man naturally cannot ask her to retain the youthful beauty of her youth. No one is an exception to the ruthlessness of time, but there are things that time cannot erase.
The old lady Su of the Su family is elegant, and the old lady He is really gentle. Using "Wan" to name her daughter is also an expectation for He Wan, but what He Wan has done so far has completely deviated from this "Wan". "It is not an exaggeration to say that it is ironic.
She glanced at Yan Sui, and her eyes burst into tears in an instant. He Zhen could see her trembling hands as he helped her to sit down.
"Mom, your illness is just right, don't be so excited."
He Zhen looked at Yan Sui and Meng Ting again while talking, "Didn't Yan Sui come to see you?"
What he said was as if Yan Sui had refused to associate with them all these years, but the real fact was completely opposite.
Old Madam He took a few more breaths before she gradually calmed down. She raised her hand, "Go out first, I'll talk to... Yan Sui for a while."
He Zhen paused for a moment and hesitated a little before walking out of the tea room.
"Grandma," Yan Sui called her. He can call He Wan "Mom", so the people here are naturally fine. These names don't mean anything. Not only he knows this, but He Wan and the old man in front of him feel It should also be clear.
"Grandma," Meng Ting followed suit, his gaze not looking at the inner room much, he looked at Old Madam He when he was calling, and then looked down at Yan Sui's clasped hands with him after calling.
He could feel that Yan Sui didn't really look forward to meeting the old man in front of him.
"Hey," Mrs. He replied, feeling a little fluctuating. Her eyes swept around and looked at the servants in the tea room, "Close the window, and you go out too."
"Yes," the servant complied.
He Zhen couldn't hear what old lady He was going to say, and the servant couldn't hear it, and she was even afraid of being overheard.
"What do you want from me?"
When the servant closed the door, Yan Sui spoke first. Before meeting Meng Ting, Yan Sui's emotions became more and more dull. The only two elders who made him an exception had passed away. Yan Sui didn't think it was necessary for him to go. The show of filial piety and mutual forgiveness was and still is.
He thought that the person in front of him would not need it. Although she was excited and sad, it was not because of him. He could see it, and he could see it at a glance. What she pretended was always different from what she really showed.
Maybe his feeling is getting weaker and weaker, which is also related to his vision, Meng Ting is the only exception nowadays.
Mrs. He's life really couldn't be called smooth. She got married at the age of nineteen and had a son at the age of twenty. But the child was only one year old, and she lost him. The pain of losing her son has been with her for more than twenty years, and she finally recognized it. Son, son and daughter fell in love with someone at the same time.
One is the son she feels guilty about, and the other is the daughter she has spoiled since she was a child. She is not right to help anyone, and the later development is beyond her expectations. Mother and daughter love each other...
She thought that her tragedy would last until she died completely, but not long ago, she found a turning point.
"Yan Sui, your uncle may... no, it's not possible, he's still alive."
She said that there were still tears in her eyes, and they finally rolled down, that is, Yan Sui and Meng Ting were sitting opposite her, otherwise she would want to grab his hand and let him understand that she was too excited Expressed mood.
The dead are still alive, what a comfort to the dialogue creator.
However, there was no emotion on Yan Sui's face, no accident or understanding, as if he didn't know the connection between He Yue, him, and his biological father Yan Yu at all.
"How did you find out?" Yan Sui asked calmly, without being affected by Mrs. He's emotions at all.
"He came back, not long ago he came back to offer incense to his adoptive parents."
Mrs. He was indeed ill before, and coupled with her long-term depression, many people thought that her time might be approaching, even she herself thought so.
When she got better, she asked the driver to drive her around. On a whim, she went to the home of He Yue's adoptive parents. She couldn't enter without a key. She turned to their cemetery, but the guard who led her said that In addition, some people came to see their affairs a few days ago.
"It's a man with bad legs, someone brought him here." Only in this way did the caretaker impress.
The moment Mrs. He heard it clearly, she fell into a coma with excitement for more than half an hour. When she woke up, her whole mental state changed.
She asked the watchman again carefully, and although what he said was still vague, she almost subconsciously affirmed that the one with bad legs was He Yue, the eldest son He Yue, whom she had lost and then recognized and left to "dead" Yue.
"Yan Sui, grandma wants to beg you, please help grandma find him, please help grandma make sure," Mrs. He held back her tears and looked at Yan Sui pleadingly, then she shifted her gaze to Meng Ting, "Ting Ting, you ask Yan Sui to help grandma, grandma begs you."
"But... why Yan Sui?"
That's right, why is it Yan Sui? Mrs. He has a husband and family, and the He family is not bad. Why does she have to ask Yan Sui to investigate when she hides it from everyone? Was it because of some scruples, or did he think that his Yan Sui didn't know anything, so he just bullied him like this
Meng Ting directly asked what surprised him the most. He said that he had no sympathy, and the fact seemed to be the same. An old man in his grade cried and begged, but he didn't answer, so what did he ask her? It's them
But Meng Ting felt that he should ask, even if Yan Sui didn't ask, he would still ask.
Yan Sui didn't know about the relationship between He Yue and Yan Yu before, but Mrs. He had always known that Yan Sui's embarrassing situation hadn't changed in any way. His coming to investigate meant that he had to face He Yue first. Facing Yan Yu, the first possibility is to face their hatred and anger.
To Yan Sui, these things have never been reasonable, and it seems that he must bear the anger.
The old lady He was speechless for a moment, but she just decided that Yan Sui was willing to help her, "Grandma never begged you, Yan Sui, please help grandma to check, you can help grandma bring the person back, I am him Mother, this is his home."
"There are so many people who haven't asked Yan Sui..." Meng Ting muttered again. They were sitting close to each other. Even if he lowered the volume, it was enough for Mrs. He and Yan Sui to hear. Mrs. He asked Yan Sui to take Meng In the end, it definitely deviated from the effect she expected.
Although Meng Ting is a new "daughter-in-law" who came in, he was indifferent to He Wan, and he didn't feel the need to please Mrs. He. He married Yan Sui, so naturally he wanted to treat Yan Sui well. Yan Sui was not good either, he didn't think he had to make them like him at all.
Yan Sui tightened his grip on Meng Ting's hand, Meng Ting glanced at Yan Sui, and said nothing more.
"The Yan family doesn't owe the He family, and He Wan owes someone or anything, but I don't," Yan Sui's expression remained unchanged, and he didn't show any emotion at all. Mrs. He felt sorry for herself, and he and Meng Ting beside him How has there ever been the favor of fate.
They both walked out of the darkest time of life alone before meeting each other, so he loves Meng Ting, and Meng Ting also loves him.
"Why do you think I can get him back?" Yan Sui no longer concealed the sarcasm in his eyes, and his voice lowered again, "If it was me, I wouldn't want to go back either."
Mrs. He felt that she didn't do anything back then because she didn't want to offend anyone, but her inaction was her indulgence to He Wan. "You should have dragged He Wan to have an abortion back then, instead of letting her give birth to me."
When Yan Sui said He Wan's name, the tone was the same as when he called her his mother. If he felt something was wrong, he could feel his coldness, his complete coldness towards his biological mother.
He is now mocking his grandmother's decision back then, thinking that she should take his mother to have an abortion. Since birth, he has also denied his own existence.
"I am alive, which is the proof that you have betrayed He Yue, so he will not come back to He's house."
What's the use of her being his mother, what's the use of being his home, betrayal is betrayal, mistakes are mistakes, everything happened, "mistakes" have grown up and married, it's too much to make up for now late.
Yan Sui's sharpness and ruthlessness were clearly beyond Madam He's expectation. She stared blankly, as if she wanted to see something from the eyes on Yan Sui's face.
But no, she couldn't see anything.
Yan Sui's temperament is not like He Wan, not like Yan Yu, and even a lot like her two old friends... But it's useless to analyze that he looks like anyone else, this is the Yan Sui she has to face now, who is almost calm and rational ruthless.
"You didn't look for He Zhen... Heh, it seems that you are not too confused," Yan Sui didn't say much here. The Yan family did not educate their children well, and the He family was the same. He Yue and the others had no education, and He Zhen He Wan and He Wan are obviously failures.
The pleading on Mrs. He's face gradually faded away, and the symptoms of being so excited that she almost fainted also disappeared. Her eyes looked over, and there was a hint of darkness.
"You have to live well. Only when you live can you know... What is the final outcome?"
Yan Sui led Meng Ting up as he spoke, nodded slightly to Mrs. He, wrapped his arms around Meng Ting's waist, and left the teahouse, not to mention He's living room. They walked out of the iron gate and went directly He got into his car and left.
"Yan Sui, there were still people in the room just now, I smelled smoke."
Although covered by the scent of tea, Meng Ting still smelled the smell of smoke which he didn't like very much.
"That should be Grandpa." There was still no surprise in Yan Sui's eyes, the thoughtful look in his eyes faded away, he turned sideways and hugged Meng Ting in his arms, Meng Ting defended his heart, making me feel very sad Warm, even in places he doesn't like very much, he still feels warm.
Meng Ting didn't know what to say, he hugged Yan Sui back and stroked his back.
"Grandma knows, but grandpa may not know." Yan Sui's last words were a warning to her. If he wasn't a bargaining chip in He Wan's hands, it couldn't be hers.
If he didn't look for Yan Yu, he wouldn't look for He Yue either. The He family had lost their son long ago, and the people who the Yan family really hoped for them to come back were all gone. From Yan Sui's point of view, as long as they were sure that they were all alive, they would still be alive. If you live a good life, that's fine.
"Leg injury..."
Yan Yu is healthy, so He Yue has a leg injury. Yan Yu's frequent appearance in country F probably has something to do with it.
Back at Yan's house, it was completely dark, Yan Sui and Meng Ting had dinner and a walk, and they still came to the study as usual, Yan Sui read his papers, Meng Ting wrote his papers, but tonight Meng Ting was obviously a bit nervous. absent-minded.
After he finished writing the paper for a while, he had to look at Yan Sui. When he finally finished writing, he took out the fried chestnuts and started peeling them. There were about twenty peeled chestnuts, and he sent them to Yan Sui.
"you eat."
Yan Sui looked at the extremely clean peeled chestnuts on the table, and at Meng Ting's sticky fingers from peeling the chestnuts.
Meng Ting thought that Yan Sui was looking at his hand and wanted to feed him, so he immediately took a pill and brought it to his mouth. Meng Ting felt that when he was in a bad mood, eating delicious food would make him feel better, but he wasn't sure if Yan Sui would It would be, but he hoped he was in a good mood.
Yan Sui lowered his head and bit it, and after eating one, Meng Ting immediately fed it up again, until he ate all the peeled ones, Meng Ting nodded in satisfaction.
Meng Ting turned around and seemed to want to peel it off, so Yan Sui grabbed his waist.
"Let's rest early today, and eat chestnuts tomorrow."
"Okay," Meng Ting agreed, but he still sighed in his heart. His Yan Sui ate chestnuts, and his mood was still not good. He was affected and wanted to sleep and healed. He thought about it and added, "I will accompany you .”
Yan Sui quite liked Meng Ting's earnestness, especially when he used it on him.
Back in the room, Yan Sui took Meng Ting directly to the bathroom, Meng Ting looked at his hands and felt that he had to go to the bathroom first.
"You are so good, peeling chestnuts without touching your nails, I can't do it." Meng Ting looked at his dirty nails with admiration and shame at the same time, but he was still very happy to be able to do it himself. Sui peeled chestnuts to eat.
Yan Sui took out the towel, dried Meng Ting's hands, took another step forward, and hugged him, "It's okay, the chestnuts you peel are sweeter than mine."
Meng Ting looked at Yan Sui with a puzzled look on his face. He didn't seem to pick out the ones that smelled particularly good, because those that didn't smell particularly good, and some tasted sweeter and stickier.
Yan Sui put his hand on the back of Meng Ting's neck, kissed it, then protected the back of his head, pressed him against the bathroom wall and continued to kiss.
Meng Ting was taken aback for a moment, and then responded to Yan Sui's kiss. Now that he can't even kiss a little, he can't adjust his breathing, and he is out of breath. He probably has been trained.
The deeper the kiss between the two, the less clothes they wore.
The light in the bathroom was bright enough for Yan Sui to see the person in front of him clearly, with curly hair, picturesque eyebrows, extra bright red cheeks, and lips that were rosy and moist from his kiss.
Not only does he have a good-looking face, Meng Ting keeps running in the morning, and he is learning swimming and fencing recently. His limbs are slender, his muscles are well-proportioned, and he is already fair. It will only get better and better.
"Are you tired? How about... me?"
Meng Ting's long eyelids were lifted up, his dark brown pupils glowed like jewels, Yan Sui's heart skipped another beat suddenly, he leaned forward, his voice became a little hoarse because of patience, he leaned close to Meng Ting Whispering in Ting's ear, like string music disturbing the heart lake of people listening to it.
"Will I be tired, don't you really know?"
Meng Ting's heart beat faster because of Yan Sui's voice, and also because of his bullying, and his head, which was not clear at first, also became a little confused.
And Yan Sui didn't have the time to wait for him to figure it out. He kissed Meng Ting's earlobe, and pulled him under the shower head. The sound of the hidden body collision.
In almost a month, Meng Ting's body gradually got used to Yan Sui, the fit of the body, the closeness of the soul, probably the most harmonious married life is like this.
The unkempt water wasn't too big, but Meng Ting was so drenched that he couldn't open his eyes. He leaned against the wall with one hand, and held Yan Sui's hand on his lower abdomen with the other. become more sensitive.
Whether it was the dripping water or the kiss on his back from Yan Sui, he could feel it very clearly, let alone a more sensitive place.
"Yan Sui... I see..." He knew why Yan Sui wouldn't get tired so easily.
But it seemed that he realized the implication of those words at this time, it was already too late, his legs were flimsy, and he seemed to be unable to stand up.
"Then let go of your hand first." Meng Ting pulled Yan Sui's slightly vile hand in front of him, but didn't pull it away, and didn't dare to use force.
"Good, it will be fine in a while."
Yan Sui opened his mouth to bite the piece of soft flesh on the back of Meng Ting's neck, leaving shallow teeth marks, and then started to lick again.
However, men's words are not very trustworthy, especially men who are doing such things, Yan Sui's moment and Meng Ting's thought are obviously not the same thing.
After a long time, Yan Sui embraced Meng Ting with both hands, and the two reached the peak of joy at the same time.
But the night was long, and Yan Sui, who came back to the room early, was still not satisfied, so he took Meng Ting to move the location of Huan Ai, and did it again in the bathtub, and took the bath by the way, saving him the trouble of hugging people back and forth , It also saves their respective bath time.
Meng Ting lay naked on the bed, pulled the quilt up to cover his neck, then watched Yan Sui continue to do his work, applying medicine, rubbing his legs, and kissing him.
"Am I a bit useless..." He obviously has good physical strength, but in the end, Yan Sui had to help him.
Hearing that Yan Sui met Meng Ting's gaze, he continued to rub his legs, then lowered his head and kissed Meng Ting's legs directly.
"it works."
Different positions can't be said to be useful or not, but Yan Sui can be sure that Meng Ting is useful, and every time it is "useful", he can't stop.
Yan Sui was casually covered with bath towels, and the exposed parts also had marks left by him. Meng Ting looked at those places, his cheeks flushed again, but he was not as shy as before, he just thought Yan Sui looked good like this , so good-looking that he wanted to blush.
"You look so good-looking."
He not only felt it, but also told Yan Sui directly.
Yan Sui tucked Meng Ting's legs back into the quilt, feeling that his desire to be comforted had just been comforted, and he had the tendency to do it all over again.
"I like you, every day."
As Meng Ting said, he raised his legs, put them on Yan Sui's body, raised the quilt with his hands, looked at Yan Sui, and said anxiously, "Lie down quickly and accompany me."
Yan Sui's Adam's apple rolled up and down, "Okay."