On weekend evenings, Zhang Zhen strolled along the flower garden in front of the main entrance of Lan Mo Mansion.
It was late autumn, and most of the grass around had turned yellow, leaving only evergreens. Zhang Zhen looked up at the quiet moonlight, and time passed too quickly. In a blink of an eye, he was already thirty years old. He had savings, property, a family, and no pressure in life. This was already luckier than many people of the same age.
Zhang Zhen took out his phone and checked his Moments. Some of his friends were showing off their funds, housing designs, and new car experiences. Some of his friends were showing off the colorful handprints on their custom-made suits, saying they were gifts from their children. Last week, he had dinner with a few friends and was introduced to a girl, 10** years old, not even older than his brother, from a good family, a pianist, who had given many solo recitals, and who had admired him for a long time.
A dinner party turned into a blind date.
Zhang Zhen was concerned about the girl's self-esteem, so he did not leave on the spot. Instead, he insisted on staying until the end of the meal, sent her home, and explained his thoughts to her, refusing to continue the relationship with her.
Zhang Zhen had never thought seriously about matters of the heart. If he could have it in the future, it must be that it came quietly and successfully avoided his defenses and hesitations.
In the next few years, Zhang Zhen's life revolved around healing his illness while watching Jiao Bai finish his studies and getting along well with his third brother.
The sound of a car engine coming from a distance interrupted Zhang Zhen's thoughts. He put away his phone and looked over.
The traffic lights and mountain fog slowly approached and stopped in front of the flower bed.
The back door opened, Jiao Bai yawned and got out of the car, looking at Zhang Zhen with watery eyes: "Brother, why are you at the door?"
"Wait for you." Zhang Zhen hugged him.
"How was your game?"
Before Jiaobai could say anything, Qi Yiliao came out of the car, pressed his tired brows and asked: "Azhen, is there any soup in the kitchen
"Yes." said Zhang Zhen.
The Lanmo Mansion has a rule that has been passed down from generation to generation. There are three kitchens and three dining rooms, which are divided into hosts, guests, and subordinates.
The original servants had known Aunt Liu for many years. After Aunt Liu died, they were all replaced. The current batch has been working for more than a year without making any mistakes.
Especially the soups they cook are always new and unique, and茭白 likes to drink them.
Zhang Zhen pulled Jiao Bai into the gate, asking him questions all the time. He accidentally glanced at something and stopped suddenly.
Jiaobai looked inquiringly.
"Baibai, you go in first." Zhang Zhen took a short, deep breath and pushed him forward, "Go ahead." "Okay." Jiaobai responded tiredly.
Qi Yilao lagged behind a few steps, carrying Jiaobai's backpack in one hand and answering a call on his cell phone in the other. He spoke German with standard pronunciation, and had the charm and elegance of a mature man.
Zhang Zhen waited there for his third brother to come over. He didn't know much about business. He only heard Qi Huai say that Qi's company was going to expand into Germany.
As for the domestic market, Qi will no longer try to seize or expand its territory.
Qi Yiliao hung up the phone and saw Zhang Zhen standing there motionless. He nodded and uttered a vague syllable from his throat: "Hmm?"
"Third brother, did you propose to Baibai?" Zhang Zhen suppressed his emotions.
Qi Yilao shook his head.
Zhang Zhen couldn't hold back his emotions and burst out with disdain and anger on his face: "Why are you trying to trick me? I can see the ring on Bai Bai's ring finger!
"I mean, not only did he propose," Qi Yiliao walked forward, following in the footsteps of his little lover, "but he also got the marriage certificate."
Zhang Zhen was stunned on the spot. Was there something wrong with his hearing
What certificate? What certificate? Who is with whom? Who am I
Zhang Zhen strode after his third brother in a daze, and lowered his voice sharply: "Such a big thing, and I'm his brother, but you didn't tell me?"
Qi Yilao kept walking, his eyes always on the young man wandering in front of him. As he recalled the situation at that time, his face showed a little more tenderness.
Qi Yilao has plans for marriage, but not so soon. His wife is still studying and is at an age full of passion for life and studies, so he can wait.
So it was Jiaobai who took the initiative to bring up the matter of getting the marriage certificate.
Just the next minute after Qi Yiliao gave him the ring.
His lover felt in his trouser pocket, took out another ring, put it on him, kissed his palm, and said with a smile - let's go abroad to get the certificate.
Qi Yiliao's chest felt hot, and his voice became hoarse: "It was a temporary decision."
Just as Zhang Zhen was about to say something, he heard his third brother laugh and say, "A Zhen, it is indeed a pity that you are absent from this session. From now on, you will host your brother's wedding anniversary every year.
This is actually not necessary. He is not good at hosting.
Zhang Zhen saw his third brother stroking his hair and seeing a ring on his ring finger. He frowned. The normal marriage process is proposal, marriage certificate, wedding ring, and the next step.
"Then when will you hold the wedding?" Zhang Zhen quickened his pace, walked in front of Qi Yiliao, blocked his sight, and asked seriously.
Qi Yilao looked over Zhang Zhen and uttered two words in a neither fast nor slow manner: "No."
"Don't do it?" Zhang Zhen's brows knitted even tighter. He hurried to catch up, breathing a little quickly, "Why?" This is such an important and sacred step.
Qi Yiliao walked at a leisurely pace, the shadow of the light cast on his high brows and deep eye sockets. He said nothing, more silent than ever before, and he faintly exuded the aura of a wronged young wife.
Zhang Zhen glanced at his third brother who looked confused. He immediately realized that it was his brother's intention to just get the marriage certificate in a low-key manner without holding a wedding ceremony, so he silently changed his position: "In fact, it's just a ceremony, it's not important."
Qi Yilao's face suddenly turned dark.
Zhang Zhen muttered: "You let him make all the decisions on his own. If you are not satisfied with his decision, you can only accept it."
Qi Yiliao rubbed his forehead and walked away.
Jiaobai was lying in front of the fan-shaped counter in the kitchen drinking soup. Zhang Zhen walked in from the entrance of the counter and asked, "Baibai, are you and Third Brother really not going to have the wedding?"
Jiaobai was biting the mushrooms in the soup. He didn't care whether it was a wedding or not, but the old pervert wanted it.
Once he nods and says he will do it, it will be a big deal and will definitely be done in a big way.
Just the kind that tells the world.
Rustic in some ways, yet heroic in some ways, with the mentality of a spouse and elder who is a dozen years older than you.
"Let's talk about it when he's not as busy as he is now and has time to rest. Don't tell him this." After drinking a mouthful of the hot soup, Jiaobai felt more energetic, no longer sleepy, and his speech became much more fluent.
Zhang Zhen glanced at his brother: "So you don't agree to hold the wedding because you feel sorry for your third brother.
"What else?" Jiaobai clicked his tongue.
Zhang Zhen thought about the change in Third Brother’s mood: “He doesn’t seem to understand what you are thinking.
"You think he's stupid, he just wants me to love him but also wants to make the wedding bigger, he acts like a spoiled child to me and plays pity on you," Jiaobai said in a cryptic way, "He's very smart.
Zhang Zhen couldn't imagine his third brother acting like a spoiled child. He got goosebumps all over his body. He struggled to control his expression and said, "Why not make the wedding simpler?"
"It's not that simple. There are only two possibilities: don't do it now, or do it on a big scale." Jiaobai sighed.
Zhang Zhen: I don’t care about your affairs as a couple.
He scooped a spoonful of soup from the pot and said, "Bai Bai, I just want to be a witness when we hold the wedding ceremony again."
"I know, I know." Jiaobai put down the empty bowl and wiped his mouth with a tissue, "Brother, I don't think you have anything to do these two days.
"No-->>
. "Zhang Zhen blew the soup and changed the topic, "By the way, Jiang Yan came to Lan Mo Mansion this morning. He brought a few scriptures and some flowers and plants. The books are on the bookshelf on the first floor, and the flowers and plants are in the small house in the front yard.
Seeing that Zhang Zhen was hesitant to speak, Jiao Bai asked: "Anything else
Zhang Zhen said something shocking: "Jiang Yan shaved his head."
Wild rice: "…"
For the impetuous and passionate Little Pepper, he was not surprised at all.
Jiaobai threw the dirty tissue into the trash can. When he died and came back to life as Jiaobai again, he posted on his Moments. Jiang Yan was the first one to call him. After crying loudly, he made up for the year's debt with a monthly payment of 8,800 yuan and continued to repay the money on a monthly basis.
"Bai Bai, could it be that your friend has become a monk?" Zhang Zhen asked with a gossipy tone.
Jiao Bai's phone rang, and the person on the fifth floor asked him to go up. He replied with a "cat-sucking" expression and continued to chat with Zhang Zhen: "What did Jiang Yan wear when he came to Lan Mo's house today?"
"Same old," Zhang Zhen said, "in a red dress.
Jiaobai squinted: "Have you ever seen a monk wearing a red skirt?"
Zhang Zhen was speechless.
"Everyone has his own life and his own way of living." Jiaobai patted Zhang Zhen's shoulder and looked at his ring finger.
Fingers sparkled in his eyes.
Zhang Zhen also looked over. His brother had finally become his sister-in-law. What should he do with the name? Should he change it? As he was struggling, his voice rang in his ears.
The younger brother said, "Let's just follow the old way and call each other by our own names.
"This is the only way." Zhang Zhen saw his brother looking at his phone again, and he waved his hands, "Go up quickly."
Jiaobai walked a few steps and turned back. Zhang Zhen, who was observing the flexibility of his waist and legs, didn't have time to cover his eyes and was caught by him, which was very embarrassing.
"Bai Bai, um," Zhang Zhen managed to say a few words after a long while, "Did Third Brother behave himself during the two days you guys were out playing?"
With dense red marks under her clothes, Jiaobai said: "Be moderate.
He “died” last year, and the newly liberated old pervert is back in a metal cage with his keychain.
He came back at the same season this year. The old pervert was very restrained at first. He didn't do anything else while holding him to sleep. At most, he would kiss his cheek without even touching his mouth.
A few days later, when Jiaobai was half asleep and half awake, a small key was stuffed into his hand. The old pervert stayed up late at night and knelt on the bed to ask him to open the door.
He almost got sent to the nightstand that night.
Now the words on the desk on the second floor underground are still increasing, but they are all carved by the old pervert who holds his hand from behind.
"restraint"
Down.
"restraint"
Push it.
…
Restrain your ass! Restrain your ass!
Jiaobai hoped that Qi Yilao could shorten the time and reduce the frequency of his visits.
Qi Yiliao refused, because even if he agreed, he couldn't do it, so he simply didn't make a promise. After all, at his age, he should be a role model and guide for his lover, and he couldn't break his promise.
The two had a small quarrel over this.
The result of that incident was that Jiaobai moved to his own room on the first floor, and Qi Yilao had to go on a business trip.
Then what,
Then early in the morning, the bodyguards saw their Master Qi coming out of Bai Shao's room and taking Bai Shao on a business trip.
Jiaobai was too busy, so he didn't spend much time on English. It was Qi Yilao who found medical English books for him and taught him suffixes. If he couldn't remember them, Qi Yilao would use a ruler to spank him.
If the ruler is not enough, then Qi Yilao will do it himself.
Jiaobai often checks in on his study plan on WeChat Moments. Zhang Zhen, Jiang Yan and others have asked him if he regrets studying medicine, and he said no.
Because this is only my first year, last semester! If I regret it in my first year, how will I spend the rest of my years
Jiaobai's daily routine was to preview the textbook, memorize it by rote, and study the authoritative atlas. He would not eat during the lab class because eating would make him lazy and affect his concentration. He would concentrate on looking at the cadavers and memorizing the structure. He would look at himself in the mirror after coming back. He would even stand beside Qi Yiliao when he was taking a shower.
Jiaobai remembered it and left Qi Yilao in the bathroom with his hands raised high. He ran out in a hurry, took a pen and drew on paper.
The sound of water was heard again in the bathroom, cold water.
The Lanmo Mansion welcomed the end of the year with ease.
The two masters are already married, and the bodyguards' topics revolve around "Master Bai has an exam today", "Didn't he just finish the exam", "Another exam", etc. They always feel that Master Bai is either taking an exam or on his way to take an exam.
They were worried about his baldness, and whenever they saw him, they would notice the changes in his hairline. The chefs also took great pains to research various medicinal foods.
The current growth of茭白 is still sustainable, but it is hard to say what it will be like in the future.
In the office on the fifth floor, Qi Yilao was busy with official business at one end of the desk, while Jiaobai was watching a video course PPT at the other end. Occasionally, he would touch the fork in the fruit bowl, pick up a piece of fruit and eat it. He would eat whatever he could get his hands on, without being picky.
Qi Yiliao had finished his official duties, but Jiaobai was still watching the video.
The huge study room, with only two people, was not deserted. Qi Yilao closed his laptop, pinched his aching shoulder, and walked over.
Bending down to smell the young man's hair, he said, "Are you going to accompany your uncle to the end-of-year charity dinner?"
Jiaobai was doing two things at once, watching the video and recalling what he had memorized during the day, mumbling something with a sweet taste between his lips.
With his face pinched, Jiaobai turned his head and said incoherently: "What?"
Qi Yiliao pressed his fingertips on his lips and rubbed them slowly: "Uncle is talking to you.
Jiaobai signaled Qi Yiliao with his eyes to repeat it.
Qi Yiliao did not repeat himself. He just stroked the young man's white and smooth neck, his fingertips sticking to the youthful and vigorous heat of life, and sighed: "Xiaobai, do you feel that your world is getting bigger and bigger, and your uncle's world is getting smaller and smaller?"
Jiaobai said without thinking: "Isn't my world yours
Qi Yiliao was stunned.
"Yeah?"
He stood up.
But he couldn't help but bend his back even more, staring at the person on the chair with burning eyes.
After a while, he chuckled: "You think so."
Jiaobai shook his head in his heart. No matter how successful an entrepreneur is in his career, he is still a flesh and blood person with only one heart.
What else can I do? He’s the old man I chose.
Jiaobai turned off the unfinished video, stepped on the carpet with his sock-clad feet, raised his face, and smiled confidently and brightly: "Yeah, that's what I think."
The next sentence is, "Don't worry, I will take care of you when you are old."
Qi Yiliao: "…"
"Are you touched?" Jiaobai leaned forward, but was blocked by a hand. He grabbed the hand and took a bite.
"Yes, uncle was so moved that he cried." Qi Yiliao breathed into his ear, "Touch it."
Jiaobai rolled his eyes: "No."
"Be good, touch uncle." Qi Yiliao frowned helplessly and coaxed. Please remember:, website mobile version m. computer version., free and fastest update without anti-theft without anti-theft.