This "Brother Jiang" caught Jiang Zhao off guard.
He looked at Xiao Siye in shock, and found that there was no trace of shame in the other's expression. Jiang Zhao's lips moved a few times, and he said after a while:
"Do you want to be ashamed?"
Even though he was more than a year older than him, he opened his mouth to call him brother, but Jiang Zhao was a person who liked this very much. The moment he heard that "brother", he had to shamefully admit that he was extremely happy.
Jiang Zhao's self-esteem was instantly satisfied when his opponent, who had been against him for many years, took the initiative to lower his posture in front of him.
What's more... Xiao Siye's "Brother Jiang" was a bit deceptive. If a little girl heard it, she might blush immediately.
"What's wrong with me?" Xiao Si also smiled at him, with that innocent look in his eyes again, his amber eyes were like the setting sun reflected on the lake in the evening, dyed with a refreshing light, "You don't like Is it? Brother Jiang?"
"Ahem!" Jiang Zhao felt his ears burn a little, and he was ashamed.
But since Xiao Si is also so shameless, he still has to maintain his aura of not changing color before the collapse of Mount Tai, and calmly said: "It's okay, it's good, I like it very much."
Xiao Si also followed suit: "Then let me be discharged from the hospital tomorrow?"
The corners of Jiang Zhao's lips tightened a little, and after a while, he replied, "If the doctor allows it, then it's fine."
Xiao Si also showed a very bright smile. When a handsome man like him smiles sincerely, it can almost sway people's hearts.
Jiang Zhao subconsciously looked away, he didn't understand why letting this man rest in the hospital for two more days would kill him. He also signed the contract with Xiao Si not to hire a cook, but Xiao Si also persistently wanted to help him with these trivial matters in life.
Having said that, he also enjoyed it quite a bit, because Xiao Si is really a person who pays great attention to the quality of life and details, but as his contact with Xiao Si also increased, he found that Xiao Si also appeared by his side. It seems to have changed a lot. In other words, even Xiao Si is gradually infiltrating into his life.
Jiang Zhao is actually a person who pursues a "sense of stability" very much. He doesn't mind others suddenly occupying a different position in his life. As a recognized person in the circle who is not easy to get close to, he can also deal with people politely on the surface.
But in private, he never regards those relationships he met as friends, and no one can get him to treat him differently with a short period of enthusiasm.
His real circle of friends has always been stable, even unchanging. The only people who can get close to him are Zuo Xiaoqiu and Qin Youyou, who have known him for many years. It's as if he took the initiative to draw a safe zone for himself. Inside the zone are his own people, and outside the zone are the existences that he thinks are irrelevant and don't bother to pay attention to them. There is a clear distinction between them.
But at this time, a person suddenly broke the boundary, and turned over directly across the wall without any politeness.
Jiang Zhao had already noticed this matter, but he watched this person climb over the wall, but he couldn't directly speak out to scold Xiao Si, because every move of this person happened to step on his weakness, or It tickles his heart, or makes him angry, but there is nothing he can do about it.
The most shameless thing was that when he really lost his temper, that person who was as proud as him would lower his posture without hesitation and open up his heart to him.
Jiang Zhao couldn't do this kind of straight ball, and couldn't resist it.
He couldn't help feeling a little emotional—Xiao Si also treated him the same way, so how much would the person Xiao Si likes be cherished
Thinking of this, Jiang Zhao suddenly lost interest.
Thinking about what to do so much, he is not someone Xiao Si also likes, and Xiao Si also treats him... that is, the normal attitude towards friends.
Jiang Zhao collected his thoughts, got up and said, "Then you have a good rest, I will go back to Jiang's house this afternoon."
Xiao Si also asked: "Uncle also drank a lot of wine last night, how is your health?"
"He only drank it once when he was happy, and he was full of energy after he fell asleep." Jiang Zhao glanced at him. "Lao Jiang usually maintains his health, and he won't eat Sichuan food as soon as he wakes up."
Xiao Si also blinked, and looked at him innocently, as if admitting his mistake and accepting beating and scolding.
But the more he was like this, the more Jiang Zhao couldn't bear to mock him again, and subconsciously softened his tone: "I'm going to help my mother buy new year's goods in the afternoon."
Xiao Si was also slightly taken aback.
"It's almost New Year's Eve. Today is the twentieth day of the lunar calendar." Jiang Zhao glanced at the calendar on the phone, "You don't know, my mother has to buy enough food for half a year every year, which can almost cover the whole house. I don’t have much to use, and I basically have to wait for other relatives to come to our house to give them one by one. I am responsible for counting the red envelopes for my cousins, and my mother has arranged this job since I was a child. Like a money-loser."
Xiao Si also smiled when he heard this: "It's pretty cute."
Jiang Zhaobai glanced at him, and was a little curious, and asked, "When does your family usually buy new year's goods?"
Xiao Si also paused, seemed to think about it for a while, and then said: "Probably in the few days before Chinese New Year."
Jiang Zhao sighed: "That's great, I'm not in a hurry. So are you staying here or going back to your hometown for Chinese New Year?"
He still didn't know where Xiao Siye's hometown was. Thinking of this, he suddenly realized that Xiao Si had never talked to him about his family's situation.
Hearing this, Xiao Si also said: "My hometown is in Jiangcheng, and I should go back then."
Jiang Zhao raised his eyebrows, not surprised.
When he met Xiao Siye for the first time at the coming-of-age banquet, he felt that this person should be a southerner, with a refreshing temperament that the north did not have, clear and cold, like an ancient poem Moonlight chanted in
Of course, since I got acquainted with Xiao Si and saw through the essence of this person, this impression disappeared immediately.
After all, Xiao Si also has such a coquettish look, which cannot be said to be exactly the same as Moonlight, but at least it has nothing to do with it.
"Take a good rest," Jiang Zhao stood up, "See you later."
It's rare for him not to have a job during the Chinese New Year, and he doesn't have to go out to film and rush to make announcements. He must be with his family all the time for the past ten days. In other words, from today to the end of the new year, Xiao Siye should not be seen at all.
But Xiao Si also held him back: "Wait a minute."
Jiang Zhao looked at him.
Xiao Si also raised his head and looked at him, and said softly: "Jiangcheng is too far away, my sister rarely travels far, I'm afraid she will be stressed."
"So... During this time, can you foster her in your home first?"
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Jiang family.
The snow-white puppet cat sat on the wooden floor, with its long fluffy tail curled up, and only the tips of its ears were stained with coffee color, like a soft marshmallow dipped in chocolate sauce. Those blue eyes are round and round, as if there is a whole ocean in them, making people feel refreshed just looking at them.
However, such an expensive kitten is not shy at all. As soon as Ms. Xu stretched out her hand, the little kitty obediently put his chin on her palm, looking cute and cute A "Come to rua me" sign is directly hung on the chest.
Ms. Xu immediately let out a silent scream, hugged her younger sister directly into her arms, and sucked her into an exploded cotton candy.
"I regret that I didn't keep a cat." Ms. Xu hugged her sister happily, as if she had found her long-lost daughter. "When your uncle asked me if I wanted a Siberian cat or Alaska, I said of course it was a dog. , such a big one, how majestic it is to carry it out..."
As she spoke, she glanced at Ergou, who was sticking out her tongue, and was extremely distressed: "Look at this unsatisfactory thing, every day as soon as you go out, you go to roll in the grass and flutter butterflies. Even a Chihuahua can scold it. It’s someone else’s lawn.”
The unconvinced Ergou raised his head cheerfully, smelling the new member curiously, looking like a silly dog with a silly blessing.
"You are purely dragging."
Although Jiang Zhao was partial to his younger sister, he still patted Er Gou comfortingly, but Gou Zi became agitated and directly hugged him into his arms.
Seeing that the silly dog was about to lick his face and drool again, Jiang Zhao quickly pushed away the dog's head which was close at hand.
Even he can't say anything now, and he always feels that this virtue is a bit similar to some shameless actor.
Ms. Xu's purchase of New Year's goods is actually to spend the whole afternoon, making a long list that cannot be slipped to the end, and then ordering her staff to do the shopping.
Jiang Zhao was accompanying her to tangle between two rice cake gift boxes with different flavors, when the cell phone in his pocket suddenly rang.
He looked down at the note on the call, pushed Ergou who was in his arms and wanted to get closer, got up and went to the bathroom.
As soon as he pressed the connect button, Lao Zhan's gruff voice came over: "It's so late to pick up, what about dating?"
Jiang Zhao rolled his eyes at the phone: "Who are you talking to? If I'm in love, don't you know?"
Old Zhan chuckled: "I think your relationship with that actor Xiao is quite unusual, so it's not like you're in a relationship."
Jiang Zhao was expressionless: "If you care so much about the boss's private life, there must be a lot of year-end bonuses, right?"
The weakness was caught, and Lao Zhan immediately yelled: "Fuck, I'm just waiting for the year-end bonus to buy wine and drink, be merciful, brother!"
"Okay, don't be poor," Jiang Zhao put one hand in his pocket, "What's the matter?"
Lao Zhan is the most well-informed paparazzi he has recruited. He has been living a semi-retired bastard life in their studio, and has always been in the Three Treasures Hall for everything. Taking the initiative to call him this time, it must not be a trivial matter of gossip about the boss's private life.
Sure enough, he heard Lao Zhan on the other end of the phone cough twice, and his voice was quite serious: "Just to tell you, do you still remember that family who regretted donating back then? They came to me again."
When Jiang Zhao heard the words, his eyes turned slightly cold.
After he helped Zuo Xiaoqiu find a suitable kidney source, he learned of the other party's willingness to donate and found that their family was in some difficulties, so he contacted them in the name of Jiang's family and expressed that he would give them a certain donation subsidy after the donation.
This is naturally against the regulations, so Jiang Zhao didn't tell Zuo Xiaoqiu, but he didn't expect that this family would go against his own heart just because of the temptation of Han Tingfeng's interests at that time.
Of course, he was very disdainful of this, and was very happy to see that the family couldn't get the money from Han Tingfeng, and the advance loan was repaid, and they were anxious like ants on a hot pot. But when the group of ants really came to him for help, he couldn't really stand by.
After all, it was Zuo Xiaoqiu's father's lifeblood that was being handled. Since he chose to get involved in it at the beginning, he couldn't ignore it.
"I'll tell Xiaoqiu first," Jiang Zhao said after a moment of silence, "We have to let him know about this."
He couldn't let Zuo Xiaoqiu know these things after the transplant operation, that would only increase Zuo Xiaoqiu's sense of guilt towards him.
Jiang Zhao is used to being righteous to his friends, but he doesn't like his friends feeling that they owe him something.
Lao Zhan readily agreed, and talked with Jiang Zhao about the year-end bonus for a while, and hung up the phone happily after making sure that his bonus was safe and sound.
Jiang Zhao stood in front of the sink for a while, then called Zuo Xiaoqiu.
Zuo Xiaoqiu should still be in the hospital, he could hear the faint noise coming from there, it should be Zuo Xiaoqiu taking medicine for Zuo father and walking in the corridor of the hospital.
After he explained the matter, Zuo Xiaoqiu really fell silent.
But before the other party gave a response, Jiang Zhao said: "Let me tell you first, I am making this call to inform you in advance, not to let you make a choice."
Zuo Xiaoqiu was stunned at that end, obviously he didn't expect him to say that.
"Human life is at stake. That family is despicable, but nothing is more important than uncle's body," Jiang Zhao continued, "I just want you to know that you don't have to choose to accept the donation because you think it's helping someone who has indirectly hurt me. Don’t take it as another trouble for me—if it counts as trouble, I used to talk about the trending search, I went to the bar to dance and was photographed, and what you did to help me deal with the aftermath Aren't things more troublesome?"
"But those are all jobs." Zuo Xiaoqiu's voice was muffled.
"It's also Lao Zhan's job to inquire about these things. If you feel bad, find time to buy him two bottles of good wine. He can call you daddy directly," Jiang Zhao said unceremoniously. Friends. My friends and I only talk about loyalty, not who owes whom, you know?"
What he said directly pulled Zuo Xiaoqiu out of the dilemma, and directly wiped away those unnecessary emotional pressures.
Zuo Xiaoqiu didn't understand what he meant. After a long while, he sniffled: "Jiang Zhao..."
Jiang Zhao touched the goose bumps on his body: "Okay, don't say anything sensational, I can't hear it."
"No," Zuo Xiaoqiu said, "I just want to ask, have you finished the pack of chrysanthemum tea that I gave you last time? According to one cup a day, it should be about the same."
Jiang Zhao: "..."
Jiang Zhao: "Hey, it seems that the signal is not very good? Hello? What are you talking about?"
Before Zuo Xiaoqiu asked the teacher for his crime, Jiang Zhao quickly hung up the phone and returned to the living room.
Ms. Xu looked up at him: "What about work?"
Just as Jiang Zhao wanted to agree, he suddenly remembered that Ms. Xu had complained to him a long time ago. Since he opened his own studio, he didn't tell his family anything, and he was unfamiliar with her.
After a while, Jiang Zhao simply told her about the matter.
After hearing this, Ms. Xu sighed: "Xiaoqiu is a good boy, filial."
Just as Jiang Zhao wanted to answer the conversation, Ms. Xu sighed again: "It's not like some people, who only helped me walk my dog for two days, and then quit, don't you think so?"
Jiang Zhao: "..."
Before waiting for Ms. Xu to continue, Jiang Zhao raised his hands in surrender, resignedly picked up the dog leash, and took the two dogs to the street to drive the dogs, which was very disrespectful to the actor.
Ms. Xu touched the kitten in her arms with a smile: "This aggressive method, for you, Brother Jiang, it's easy to use when you're young."
The younger sister meowed childishly, expressing her agreement.
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The ten-day holiday seems like a lot, but the time during the holiday seems to be speeded up. Just eating, drinking, and playing, most of the time passes unknowingly.
On New Year's Eve, Jiang Zhao stood at the door to post Spring Festival couplets. The nannies and drivers at home have all gone back to celebrate the New Year. Lao Jiang and Ms. Xu cook in person. Ergou chases his sister in the living room for parkour. After being harassed by his sister, he dare not move any more. Instead, he obediently lies in front of his sister and shakes his hands up the tail.
Jiang Zhao patted the dog's head angrily: "Are you the dog of the fighting nation?"
Ergou groaned unjustly, looking aggrieved, but then, the younger sister who ignored him just now seemed to calm down. Ups and downs, it turned out to be starting to step on milk.
Ergou barked excitedly, and directly exposed his entire belly for his sister to step on and play with.
Jiang Zhao couldn't help but smile a little bit at this happy cat and dog look, wishing he could keep his sister at their home.
At this moment, Xiao Si should already be in his hometown, right
Jiang Zhao's heart moved, he took out his mobile phone, and wanted to send a message to Xiao Siye to ask.
"Son, come and help me make a face!"
Ms. Xu in the kitchen greeted the staff, and Jiang Zhao responded, and put the phone back into his pocket for the time being.
And a few kilometers away from Jiang's house, there is a magnificent villa built on the mountain, which is brightly lit at the moment.
Eve was supposed to be a lively time for the family, but the family in the villa fell into a strange silence.
On the head seat in the center of the living room, an old man with all white temples was leaning on a golden nanmu cane, and the old god was on the ground with his eyes closed.
He should be over seventy years old, wearing a black buttoned Tang suit, but his figure is still tall and straight. Although his face was wrinkled, he could vaguely see his youthful handsomeness.
Even with his eyes closed, an invisible sense of majesty involuntarily slanted out from him, covering any corner around him.
I don't know how long it took, a middle-aged man with a wide body and a fat body next to him pulled his tie that was too tight, and wiped the sweat from his oily face. He didn't dare to complain to the old man, so he could only turn around. The head glared at the butler: "Why haven't you come yet?"
"The young master said that he is already on his way." The butler leaned forward and replied respectfully.
"Tell him to hurry up," the middle-aged man said impatiently, "the whole family is waiting for him here."
"It's easy to get stuck in traffic at this time, so my brother probably didn't mean it."
A somewhat feminine young voice sounded from the sofa on the side. It was a young man with meek eyebrows and eyes. He was born with a feminine face, but his temperament was outstanding. It was a pity that he was sitting in a wheelchair, and his disabled legs were doomed to a certain fate. some destiny.
"What the little book said is true," said the beautiful woman next to the middle-aged man, "it must be a traffic jam on the road. It is impossible for him to forget such an important day."
The two sang together, seeming to explain to the latecomer, but on the eve of the New Year's Eve, everyone is celebrating the New Year, so how could there be a traffic jam? This is a secret irony that the other party doesn't take going home for the New Year seriously.
The middle-aged man became even more angry: "This kid, as a descendant of our family, just goes out to show his face every day, and doesn't even pay attention to the Chinese New Year. When he arrives, I have to teach him a lesson..."
"okay!"
The majestic and majestic voice sounded, and the three of them were silent almost at the same time, but the old man sitting in the middle slowly opened his eyes, and only dropped three words: "All be quiet."
Even the old Lion King still possessed a terrifying power, and the other people waiting beside him almost held their breaths, not daring to breathe.
And not long after he finished yelling, there was the sound of parking outside.
The door was opened, and a tall and straight figure walked into the villa calmly. He was dressed casually, and there were some creases accumulated on his suit from a day's work. It seemed that he had come to the banquet in the same suit that he went out in the morning, and he didn't seem to take the New Year's Eve dinner seriously at all.
"I'm sorry, there's a traffic jam on the road," Xiao Si also faced the eyes staring at him with both hands, without feeling apologetic at all, and didn't even bother to make up a more suitable excuse, "Since everyone is here, shouldn't it be time to eat? "
"You kid..."
Just as the middle-aged man wanted to reprimand him, the old man suddenly smashed the crutch in his hand to the ground: "Let's go for a walk and eat."
Huo Jianxing's voice was stuck in his throat, and Xiao Si also handed over the coat in his hand to the housekeeper, and passed by him with a half-smile: "Father, you still have to pay attention to your health, too much anger will hurt your liver."
Huo Jianxing snorted, his face livid.
"Brother." The young man in the wheelchair looked at him with a smile, with a simple expression, "Welcome home."
Xiao Si also looked at Huo Shu and showed a very sincere smile: "How is Xiaoshu's body recently?"
Before Huo Shu could speak, Zhuang Xinrou beside him rushed to answer: "My son's health is very good, so don't worry about it."
Her voice was a little bitter, so Xiao Si raised his eyebrows and said, "Congratulations, maybe if you train hard, you will be able to stand up in two years?"
This sentence directly hurt Zhuang Xinrou, she glared at Xiao Siye bitterly, if the old man wasn't there, she would have designated Xiao Si to scold him bloody.
The seemingly harmonious family sat down at the dining table. Huo Jianxing habitually wanted to sit on Mr. Huo's left, but before he could sit down, Mr. Huo beckoned first: "Aye, come here."
Huo Jianxing's face turned pale, and he couldn't even maintain Huo Shu's smile.
Xiao Si didn't respond, instead he pulled the farthest chair away: "No need, Grandpa, I'll just sit here."
Mr. Huo narrowed his eyes, his eyes were heavy, and he couldn't see any emotion.
The other members of the Huo family were so surprised that they didn't make a sound for a while, and the butler who was standing aside changed his face slightly - Xiao Si is the only one who dares to disrespect the old man so much, Huo.
Amidst the embarrassment, Zhuang Xinrou glanced at Xiao Siye gloatingly, and waited for the old man to get angry at this bastard grandson.
However, after being silent, Mr. Huo just handed the crutch in his hand to the butler, and straightened his sleeves:
"Now that you're all seated, let's have dinner."
There was a dazzling array of New Year's Eve dishes on the table, only the slight sound of chewing came, and it was so quiet that it seemed that the sound of breathing did not dare to be heavy, which made this supposedly lively reunion dinner seem extremely strange.
Xiao Si also kept looking down at the food on the plate with his eyes focused, and when he was almost done eating, he picked up the napkin and wiped his mouth, then got up from his seat: "I'm done eating, let's go upstairs first. "
The old man glanced at him and said nothing.
Xiao Si also turned around and left on his own, and when his figure disappeared on the stairs, Huo Jianxing spoke with anger in his voice: "Dad, look at this kid's temper, if you don't care, he is going to climb on your head Come up!"
"And how long have I told him about the surname change? He just let it out to the outside world. He dared to play tricks on the genealogy..."
Mr. Huo listened to his son's complaint, and after a while, he put down the chopsticks in his hand and stood up.
Although he is old, his gaze is still sharp like a blade. He glanced at his son's family lightly, and finally fixed on his son with a big belly:
"He has no one to discipline him until today... Who do you think is all because of?"
Huo Jianxing suddenly seemed to be strangled by the neck, unable to speak a word.
The old man snorted, took the crutches, flicked his sleeves, and walked towards his room.
The author has something to say:
Xiao Siye: If you can't see your wife, let your wife take the child away.
Sister: Meow meow? (Pay by mistake, right?)