The sky and the earth are gloomy, and there is a strong wind and rain in the mountains and forests. Several people standing on the path of the huge cemetery have different thoughts.
The torrential rain poured down, Ji Yuansheng looked at the thin figure of the boy in front of the grave, his heart was sour, the blood connection was a kind of very subtle, hard to describe empathy, when Ji Beichuan was crying, he didn't have much in his heart Touched, but Shen Cheng did not shed a single tear but he was filled with emotion.
Ji Yuansheng approached and covered the boy's body with an umbrella, while bending over to pull him: "Don't catch a cold, get up quickly."
The tall man stood in front of Shen Cheng like a big tree shielding him from the wind and rain. The boy in front of him was half a head shorter than him, and his body was completely wet, with rain running down his wet hair Rolling down from his thin cheeks, Ji Yuansheng wanted to reach out to wipe him off, but met those somewhat alienated and vigilant eyes.
Hands paused in mid-air, Ji Yuansheng took out the silk handkerchief from his suit pocket to wipe off the rainwater on Shen Cheng's face, frowning, and blamed a little stiffly: "Why did you lose the umbrella, what if you get sick?"
Ji Beichuan next to him secretly rejoiced, is his father blaming Shen Cheng
If it were him now, he would definitely apologize in panic now, Shen Cheng must be stealing chickens and losing rice.
However, the scene he expected did not come, Shen Cheng said: "I won't be sick."
Just as Ji Yuansheng was about to speak, he heard the child in front of him lower his eyes, and said lightly, "It's only been in the shower for a while, I'm used to it."
…
got used to
The splashing rain fell on the umbrella, and the world was quiet. Ji Yuansheng tightened his grip on the handle of the umbrella, and guilt flooded in like a tidal wave, almost drowning the heart of this nearly forty-year-old man.
He felt a little ashamed, especially in front of his wife's grave. Not taking good care of this child made him suffer so much. If he hadn't returned to China this year, maybe they would have missed it for the rest of their lives. This child was bought by Shen Youting with his life. , my only flesh and blood!
Ji Yuansheng took off his suit jacket, and the loose clothes fell on Shen Cheng's shoulders, wrapping the boy in them. The clothes still had residual warmth from his body, as if keeping out the cold of the wind and rain.
Shen Cheng looked up at him in surprise.
Ji Yuansheng stretched out his hand to help him tighten his clothes, and his mature and stable voice was full of serious tenderness. This man was also not good at expressing himself, so he would just say bluntly: "No matter what happened before, now that my father is here, I won't let you get wet again." .”
Shen Cheng was silent for a long while without moving, or this was the first time he didn't reject Ji Yuansheng's contact, and stood in front of the man obediently. Shen Cheng was naturally strong, and it was rare for him to show his fragility at this moment. But the more this is the case, the more it makes the man feel distressed.
Ji Yuansheng looked at the black hair of the child in front of him, and his figure was even thinner under the large coat. No matter how strong and mature he was, he was still a 14-year-old child in the final analysis. The man asked in a low voice: Just take a shower, the car is outside, go back with Dad, shall we?"
Although the wind and rain between heaven and earth are still violent, but at this moment, the atmosphere here is warm and warm.
However, Ji Beichuan strode over. He came with a chill when he came: "Father, are we going back now?"
Ji Yuansheng keenly noticed that Shen Cheng's expression changed when he came over.
Ji Beichuan took the initiative to get under the umbrella and said, "Let's go back together? Speaking of which, I think Mrs. Li is cleaning up your room. I'll show you around when I get home, but it's raining too much now. The car shouldn't be able to drive." , let’s go back to the hotel together first?”
Shen Cheng didn't agree, and even took two steps back because Ji Beichuan squeezed under the umbrella, distanced himself from them.
Ji Beichuan was slightly surprised.
Shen Cheng: "Don't get too close, we don't know each other well."
…
Such a straightforward refusal made Ji Beichuan's face almost contorted.
If it wasn't for being able to live in this family, in order not to go to that poor family, he really didn't want to bear it anymore: "Then if you don't go home with me and my father, where are you going?"
After the words fell, another voice came from behind: "Why is there no one, come back with us."
Ji Beichuan was surprised: "...you?"
Jane Shiwu came over with an umbrella: "What's wrong with me?"
"But Shen Cheng is father's child, how could he not come home with us and be with you?" Ji Beichuan felt that he was asking for Ji Yuansheng: "This is not right at all."
Xiaopang said bluntly: "That's not your house, it's Shen Cheng's house, and it's not your father, it's Shen Cheng's father."
Ji Beichuan choked. He subconsciously wanted to refute but couldn't. He looked at Ji Yuansheng angrily and wanted him to say a few words, but found that Ji Yuansheng didn't refute this point. Instead, he looked at Shen Cheng thoughtfully. In more than ten years, he has never seen Ji Yuansheng, who is only busy with work, care so much about people and things other than his career.
Jian Shiwu saw Shen Cheng half body in the rain outside, took a deep breath and looked up to Ji Yuansheng and said, "Uncle, you only have one umbrella, so you can't hold it for two people, if you have to go three people, there will be Two people got wet at the same time, I think you can't think that one person is safe from the rain just because he's already drenched."
After finishing speaking, Jian Shiwu moved closer, leaned her umbrella forward, and covered part of Shen Cheng's exposed body, Xiaopang's face was full of seriousness: "Uncle, of course you can never change , but he can't stand in the rain all the time."
Children's words are always the most touching.
Ji Yuansheng is so smart, how could he not know what Jian Shiwu is metaphorically saying "I..."
Seeing him standing with Ji Beichuan holding an umbrella, Shen Cheng didn't want to say any more. He took Jian Shiwu's umbrella and took a few steps back to distance himself from Ji Yuansheng. We have opened the room, I can take a shower by myself, uncle will take Ji Beichuan back, thank you for the umbrella."
Ji Yuansheng still wanted to take a step forward, but Shen Cheng stopped looking at him.
Zhen Meili walked over holding an umbrella, and she stood beside the children: "Okay, it's raining so hard, so don't chat here, Youyou is not a lively person, and talking here is not to make her trouble Don't worry, I can't walk even if I look at the rain today, Shen Cheng, can you go back with hours?"
Shen Cheng nodded.
Jian Shiwu ran to the tombstone with an umbrella, put the box of pastries on the altar, bowed twice, and then came back, smiling at Shen Cheng with crooked eyebrows: "Let's go. "
After finishing speaking, he turned to Ji Yuansheng and said, "Uncle Ji, let's go back first."
Ji Yuansheng responded, and seeing the two children leaving, he lowered his head and said to Ji Beichuan: "You also go back to the hotel and wait."
Ji Beichuan was tired after performing for a long time today. Although he still wanted to go back with Ji Yuansheng, he had subconsciously learned to obey orders over the past ten years, so he nodded without daring to have any opinions: "Yes."
After he left, only Zhen Meili and Ji Yuansheng were left here.
Zhen Meili held an umbrella and said to the man: "Mr. Ji, the relationship between Shen Cheng and Ji Beichuan can be seen from the fact that Ji Beichuan bribed people and tried every means to get him to leave this city, especially Shen Cheng is the kind of thoughtful child. It's true that it's hard for outsiders to say anything, but even for the sake of your children and your father-son relationship, as long as Ji Beichuan is around, Shen Chengcheng will not open his heart to you."
Ji Yuansheng frowned: "I will give him the best..."
Zhen Meili let out a muffled laugh, and she shook her head: "Not everyone in this world lives for those few taels of copper coins. If you think that Shen Cheng has never enjoyed happiness since he was a child, and you want to impress him with money, you are totally wrong. wrong."
Children without love are more emotional.
These stinky men are really straight, they can't turn their heads.
"If you really want to have a good time with this son, now is the best time." Zhen Meili is not helping him, but Shen Youting's husband: "Don't wait for the child to be really disappointed before doing things that are useless If you miss it, you can make up for it, but if people's hearts are cold, it will be difficult to keep warm."
Ji Yuansheng frowned slightly, and finally nodded in a deep voice: "Thank you."
Zhen Meili smiled, and then went to the tomb with her husband who was not far away to pay homage.
It was raining heavily, and when Ji Yuansheng walked to the door, the bodyguard handed him the mobile phone and said, "The old lady has been calling you."
Ji Yuansheng nodded and picked it up. As soon as he connected, the old lady's irritable voice came from the other end: "Yuansheng, why didn't we see Beichuan this morning? I heard that you went to Fengtai Mountain?"
Ji Yuansheng said, "Yes."
"What did you take him there for?"
Ji Yuansheng looked to the other side of Fengtai Mountain: "The last time I worship the ancestors, I will be removed from the family tree."
Fengtai Mountain has the exclusive cemetery of the Ji family. To the north is the cemetery of generations of the Ji family. At the same time, there is a very large stone tablet genealogy. The names of each generation of descendants will be engraved on it from birth. Shen Youting is buried alone in the south. After marrying into Ji's family, she was often criticized for her background. She was such a proud person, she let it go long ago that she would not enter Ji's ancestral grave after her death.
The old lady was shocked: "For the last time, you really want to send Beichuan back to that poor family? Isn't the adopted son not a child? That Gao Can and Shen Dashan are a nest of lunatics. You didn't send Beichuan there to force him to death Well, you have never raised this child. I, an old woman, has been taking care of the child for more than ten years. At that time, I said that I don’t care about the child. You insist on going abroad to develop and leave the child in China. Now I take care of it If you insist on sending my grandson away for more than ten years, I will not recognize your son!"
Listening to the roar, Ji Yuansheng sighed softly. He saw Ji Beichuan's despicable acting skills. It's not that he has no feelings for this child. If he can get along well with Shen Cheng, it's not that he can't tolerate it. The old lady is too much. Doting makes children lawless, and even commits murderous acts.
Maybe Jian Shiwu was right, he couldn't protect the two children well, just like in the past ten years, Ji Beichuan had no worries about food and clothing, but Shen Cheng could only drag on. Seeing that he didn't speak, the old lady was furious: "Did you hear that, when you married Shen Youting, I disagreed. You made trouble with me because of this woman more than ten years ago, and now you want to disobey me because of this woman's son. ?”
Holding the mobile phone, Ji Yuansheng turned to look at the mausoleum behind him. The photo of his wife on the tall tombstone came into view. His beloved wife was sleeping there. He failed to protect her well many years ago, but after many years, he could no longer protect her. Well, their son, his black pupils were silent: "You can lose my son, but I can't lose my son."
The old lady choked: "...you, what did you say?"
The phone is hung up.
…
The wind and rain on the mountain did not stop all day.
The hotel is very quiet. The only entertainment facility is an old black and white TV in the room. Because of the rain, the signal is not good, and the antenna needs to be shaken constantly. Later, because of the thunder, the TV can’t be watched. I started to do my homework, and finished all the homework for each subject in one day. With Shen Cheng, everything was done with half the effort.
But Jian Shiwu keenly felt that Shen Cheng was not happy today.
Although Shen Cheng never talked about this matter from the beginning, Jian Shiwu could still feel it. In fact, he still cared about it very much. Some things would get sick if he held them in his heart too much.
Jian Shiwu asked: "Class representative, are you unhappy?"
Shen Cheng put down his pen: "No."
"Don't fool me, I know everything." Xiaopang hugged the test paper: "But don't worry, Uncle Ji is a very responsible man. I can see that he cares about you very much. Even if it doesn't work, my mother said, She is your godmother, if the members of the Ji family bully you in the future, we will help you!"
Shen Cheng's eyes moved slightly.
Jian Shiwu was afraid that he would feel that he had some unreasonable thoughts: "When I met Monkey before, I knew that his stepmother often secretly bullied him. My mother was so fierce that she took Monkey to live at home and even made phone calls to record scams. That woman, just straighten her up into obedience, I was a dog-headed military commander in the whole incident, and later the monkeys called me Brother Shi!"
While talking, Xiaopang was still vivid, with a smile on his face: "When the road is injustice, let out a roar, pick up the strong and help the weak."
He thought Shen Cheng would be very happy, but the boy's face gradually turned cold.
Shen Cheng said softly, "So anyone can do it?"
Fatty was taken aback.
He didn't understand what this sentence meant. Was Shen Cheng angry? He was indeed in a different situation from the monkey. Did he feel that he was oversimplifying his situation? But he didn't mean that, he just wanted to express that he was simply helping.
Zhen Meili yelled outside: "Have you finished your homework? You can watch the TV downstairs."
Jane Shiwu changed the subject: "Mom called, let's go downstairs and watch TV?"
Shen Cheng turned his face away: "Go by yourself."
The young man's obvious refusal attitude made Jian Shiwu sober enough. Maybe the days had been so moist that he forgot that Shen Cheng hated him. Thinking about his life, he was really carried away , in this life, I shouldn't have any undue thoughts about the male lead. What I should do as a small cannon fodder is the correct way to survive!
Jian Shiwu stood up: "Okay then, I'll go down first, if you want to play, go downstairs too."
Shen Cheng didn't look at him again.
Jian Shiwu turned around and closed the door, leaving a silence in the room, because his departure seemed to take away the last excitement and temperature in the room. The young man sitting on the table left listening to the footsteps outside the door, and put it on the side His hands curled up vigorously, with blue veins.
Hoe the strong and help the weak
Is that how you sympathize with him
But has he ever told Jane Shiwu that he doesn't need such feelings
It's like treating stray cats and dogs who may look a little cute on the side of the road. No matter which one you meet, Jian Shiwu will probably stop to treat it tenderly and take care of it carefully, because it is contrary to the dark and cruel self. , that person has a clean and gentle heart under his carefree appearance, this is not Jian Shiwu's fault, Shen Cheng knows that the selfish and ugly person is himself.
He shouldn't be mad at him.
He was so moody and had such a strange temper, which made him sad.
In the past, he wouldn't get angry. It doesn't matter to him whether Jian Shiwu likes anyone, and what Jian Shiwu does will not disturb his emotions, but now it's different. Violent emotions rise in his heart, and he faintly realizes that , I was different from Jane Shiwu after all.
…
downstairs
It was still raining, and the small hotel was unexpectedly leisurely. The proprietress and Zhen Meili were chatting about homework, they were preparing to make dumplings and roll noodles, and Xiaopang was also studying in a decent manner.
The proprietress said: "Little friend, what are you doing rolling the noodles?"
Jian Shiwu's hands were covered with white noodles, and he said, "I want to make a bowl of noodles."
The proprietress pointed to the cabinet next to her: "There is a bag of dried noodles over there."
"I'll try rolling it myself." Xiaopang was still very serious: "My mother always makes noodles like this."
Zhen Meili, who was next to her, just wanted to say that only on your birthday every year, she would make longevity noodles for you, but she suddenly understood what she said. Said: "Children like to play, just let him go."
The proprietress pursed her lips and smiled: "Kids, work hard!"
Jian Shiwu is still working hard.
In fact, he didn't want to care about Shen Cheng, he hated himself so much, so why didn't he rush to make longevity noodles for him!
But when he went downstairs, he heard Zhen Meili mention that Ji Beichuan never had a birthday.
Jian Shiwu thought, on the anniversary of his mother's death, no one wants to celebrate his birthday, but Shen Cheng, he has never had a birthday in the past ten years, and finally got a good family, so maybe he will not celebrate it in the future. this day.
He remembered that day at the hotel, when they asked the chef to cook a bowl of noodles for Shen Cheng, Shen Cheng was very happy, if Gao Can hadn't come to make trouble, Shen Cheng could have had longevity noodles, then the waiter came to clean up the mess, When he sent his classmates away, he sank into that lonely and lonely look when he saw someone carrying his face away.
Oh, he didn't want to admit that he actually felt a little distressed!
Besides, if Shen Cheng, a narrow-minded man, is really angry with him, he will be pissed off. Good men don't fight with Shen Cheng.
It's just a random noodle. If Shen Cheng doesn't eat it, he will eat it himself. Anyway, he is the one who loses, hum!
…
In the evening, the finished noodles were finally rolled out.
Zhen Meili and the proprietress had already left to watch TV outside. Xiaopang was enjoying his work, and when he was about to cut and cook noodles, someone came in from the kitchen door.
Ji Beichuan came looking for food and saw him: "Are you rolling noodles?"
Jian Shiwu raised her chubby face proudly, and before she had time to show off, Ji Beichuan yelled, "It's so ugly."
"..."
Jian Shiwu scolded him: "It's none of your business, it's not for you to eat!"
Ji Beichuan snorted: "I don't care."
Jian Shiwu didn't bother to talk to him, and put the cleaned vegetables on the chopping board to be cut. He has never been good at using a knife. When peeling cucumbers, he can peel off a large piece at a time, which is full of holes.
Ji Beichuan laughed at him: "You're so stupid."
Jian Shiwu glared at him angrily. Just as he was about to curse, Ji Beichuan came over and snatched the knife, and he peeled the cucumber fluently in a few strokes. He held it up triumphantly: "See, this is the technique"
… Although I hate to admit it, I did cut it well.
Strange, how could this pampered creature chip so well
Jian Shiwu curled her lips: "It's so-so!"
After grabbing the cucumber, he began to wash the other vegetables, and even smashed an egg. During the whole process, Ji Beichuan stood by the side and did not speak.
Jian Shiwu turned on the gas stove and looked at him curiously: "If you want to find something to eat, you have to go to the big kitchen in front, and the proprietress is also in front, why are you standing here? There are only noodles that you think are ugly, and there are dumplings in the big kitchen."
Ji Beichuan seemed to be stepped on sore feet, he retorted anxiously: "I'm not standing here, I just want to see how ugly noodles you can cook, okay?"
"..."
ill.
Ji Beichuan may also feel ashamed to stand here, and after waiting for a while, he turned and left. Jian Shiwu glanced sideways while boiling the water. The young master's back was a little lonely. Bei Chuan never moved his eyes away. He is 14 years old this year, and two years before that, no matter how arrogant he is, he is just a kid who just graduated from primary school, and he has some thoughts on his face that he can't hide.
The noodles were placed in the pot, and they were steaming hot, slowly simmering out the aroma.
After it boiled completely, a bowl of very poor-looking noodles was cooked. He filled a bowl and brought it out of the house.
Sitting at a table not far away, Ji Beichuan also had a plate of dumplings in front of him, but he didn't eat much. When he saw Jane Shiwu coming out, he curled his lips and said nothing.
Jane passed by him at noon, annoyed: "I've bet too much, there's still in the pot."
Ji Beichuan was taken aback.
He looked at Jian Shiwu. It was the first time that the proud and domineering young master did not confront him again. He curled up his hands, pursed his lips and said stiffly, "Thank you."
Xiaopang ignored him and went upstairs directly. It was still raining outside. He returned to the room with the bowl and found that Shen Cheng was washing in the bathroom, so he put the noodles on the table because he had to put the books on the table to eat. After everything was cleaned up, he reached out to put away the day's exercise book, but unexpectedly found that some of the exercises in the exercise book had been revised.
There are also several units in the math textbook that should be previewed, and the weak points that he does not understand during the day. Many places are marked with Shen Cheng's handwriting. Help him preview and change the questions.
"Squeak"
The bathroom door opened.
The boy who had brushed his teeth and washed up came out, and the room was filled with the smell of noodles. Xiaopang stood under the warm yellow light and looked over, beckoning to him: "Class representative, come quickly, I brought you something to eat."
Before Jian Shiwu went upstairs, Shen Chengcheng thought that he might be angry.
He might even go to another room tonight and won't come back, no matter what, he can accept it.
But what I didn't expect was that after Jian Shiwu had tasted his moody emotions, he didn't reject him, didn't fear him, and didn't stay away from him.
Shen Cheng walked over slowly, and finally stopped in front of the table, and saw that bowl of poor-looking noodles, colorful and full of vegetables, with a fried egg floating on it.
Jian Shiwu smiled and said, "The conditions are not good, so let's make do with it?"
Shen Cheng looked at his flushed hands. The originally white and soft hands were flushed red from hard work. They looked like hand-rolled noodles. The crooked noodles were unevenly distributed. It was obviously not an adult's handwriting. He spoke in a low and hoarse voice: "You of?"
Xiaopang scratched his head, and said naively, "Bad, it counts."
"Oh, by the way." He took out something from his pocket and showed it to Shen Cheng. The chubby face looked expectant: "Look! Surprised or surprised!"
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