After packing the special products he brought, Wen Run drove directly to Songhai Palace. The company gave him a car years ago. It's not very high-end, and it's not too eye-catching when you drive it out. It's just right for daily transportation. After putting the bag away in the back seat, Wen Run drove to Songhai Mansion.
Even during the Chinese New Year, the security of Songhai Mansion was still strict. Wen Run arrived at the gate of the community, sent a message to Zheng Xuan, and finally let Zheng Xuan through after confirming with the security.
After parking the car, Zheng Xuan came downstairs to pick him up. The two each carried a bag of special products and took the elevator upstairs. As the elevator numbers jumped, Wen Run also became nervous for some reason.
This was the first time he went to Ye Hansheng's house. During the New Year, visiting each other's house to pay New Year's greetings should be something only close friends would do. But now he is about to go to Ye Hansheng's house to pay New Year's greetings.
Wen Run had some secret joy in his heart, he licked the corners of his mouth that could not help but cock up, and let out a breath of foul air quietly.
"arrive."
The elevator stopped, Wen Run was a step behind Zheng Xuan, and walked forward behind him. The carpeted corridor was extremely quiet, and the pillars and walls were pasted with exquisite blessing characters. Even the plants on both sides of the corridor were also suitable for the occasion. Hang a small red envelope decoration. But when Wen Run stepped on the floor stall, he always felt that there was a lack of Chinese New Year atmosphere here. Even though the dress was very rich and exquisite, there was still a kind of expensive desertedness.
Maybe rich people don't pay attention to these things? Wen Run thought in his heart.
Zheng Xuan entered the password to open the door, and when Wen Run followed in and saw Ye Hansheng's house, this feeling became more intense.
Ye Hansheng's home is very big, but there are not many things inside. Except for the necessary furniture, the rest is a large area of blank space. It's like a model house that has just been renovated. It looks exquisite, but it's not popular at all, and it's cold.
Wen Run put the special products that he would bring on the coffee table, and greeted the man sitting by the French window with his back to them.
"Happy New Year, President Ye."
Ye Hansheng glanced back, his straight lips seemed to draw a very shallow arc, "Happy New Year."
After saying this, he turned around again, leaving Wen Run with a wide and silent back, without any emotion.
"What did you bring? Is there anything you can eat directly?"
Zheng Xuan was too lazy to care about Ye Hansheng, he hadn't eaten all morning, and after sitting down, he began to search for the special products brought by Wen Run.
"There is beef jerky made by my mother."
Wen Run took out a package of sealed beef jerky and handed it to him. Seeing that Zheng Xuan took it, he started to eat it, feeling more and more weird in his heart, "Haven't you guys eaten yet?"
"No." Zheng Xuan was eating beef jerky, and still complained, and he didn't know whether he was speaking to Wen Run or Ye Hansheng.
"I've been eating instant noodles for two days, and the last bucket was finished last night, so I haven't bought it yet."
Wen Run suddenly opened his eyes wide and looked at him, "Instant noodles?"
Zheng Xuan sighed leisurely, tore another piece of beef jerky and put it in his mouth, "Yeah."
"Do you also eat instant noodles on New Year's Eve?" Wen Run calculated, then Zheng Xuan came here after they separated at the airport a year ago. Then the two eat instant noodles together? It's only the second day of junior high school today, isn't it a bit bleak to eat instant noodles on New Year's Eve
Glancing secretly at the motionless figure in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, Wen Run felt a little distressed, and said softly: "Is there any food at home? How about I cook? I just haven't eaten yet,"
After finishing speaking, he added, "Eating too much instant noodles is not good for your health."
"Would you like to go to the refrigerator?" Zheng Xuan actually didn't know if there was any food. Ye Hansheng shut himself up at home on New Year's Eve, the aunt who was cooking had gone home for the New Year a few days earlier, and the nurses who took care of Ye Jia went out to eat in turn. He and Ye Hansheng were left to fend for themselves.
Ye Hansheng's mood is very unstable these days, and he spends most of the time in the bedroom. Zheng Xuan is afraid that he will mess up, so he keeps an eye on his condition outside, so he can only rely on the buckets of instant noodles he bought before he came here.
These gentleness naturally don't know. He went to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator to take a look, and saw that the refrigerator was clean and there was nothing left.
Sighing softly, Wen Run poked out half of his head from the kitchen and said, "The refrigerator is out of food, why don't we go out and buy some?"
Zheng Xuan naturally agreed, and the two of them changed their shoes and were about to go out. Wen Run looked at Ye Hansheng who was sitting alone, puffed his cheeks, and asked aloud, "Mr. Ye wants to go out with us?"
"Go ahead."
He didn't look back, just sat quietly in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows with his back straight, his voice a little hoarse and dry. Because his back was facing, Wen Run couldn't see the expression on his face, but just vaguely felt that he was shrouded in a heavy old spirit. Unlike anything I've seen before.
Shensi followed Zheng Xuan out, and Wen Run asked after entering the elevator: "What's wrong with Mr. Ye? I feel that he seems to be in a bad mood."
Zheng Xuan didn't explain too much, just smiled: "He is in a bad mood these few days every year, and he is more accurate than girls' menstrual periods."
Just as Wen Run wanted to ask why he was in a bad mood these days, he suddenly remembered that Ye Hansheng's mother was no longer there. He only found out later that in the car accident five years ago, Ye Hansheng not only broke a pair of legs. He also lost his mother, and even his only sister became a vegetable.
He also doesn't seem to have a good relationship with his father.
Thinking of him living alone in a big, unpopular house, Wen Run seemed to understand why he was in a bad mood.
He didn't ask any more questions, but said to Zheng Xuan, "Buy more food today."
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The supermarket in the community has not yet opened, so the two drove to the supermarket outside. Wen Run pushed the shopping cart, picked and picked, and bought half a cart of vegetables and meat. When passing by the chicken stall, Wen Run thought that Ye Hansheng seemed to like chicken soup very much, so he added another chicken. Before checking out, I went to buy a few more fruits, and the two returned with a full load.
When he returned, Ye Hansheng was still sitting in his original position, motionless, like a static sculpture.
Zheng Xuan rolled his eyes at him, and went to the kitchen with Wen Run to cook. Zheng Xuan can't cook at all, he was kicked out after being a waste of help in the kitchen a few times, so he could only look for Ye Hansheng in boredom.
Ye Hansheng was facing the floor-to-ceiling windows, his eyes were downcast and he didn't know what he was thinking.
"It feels so good to have someone cooking at home." Zheng Xuan leaned against the wall with his hands in his arms, and said to himself, "It feels like even the house has become popular."
Ye Hansheng ignored him.
He continued his efforts, "Jiajia must like this sister-in-law."
Ye Hansheng raised his eyelids to look at him, then lowered them again, still silent.
Zheng Xuan couldn't hold back any longer, glanced at Wen Run, who was busy in the kitchen, and scolded him in a low voice, "Just keep doing it, and don't cry with me when you run away."
The lifeless Ye Hansheng finally moved, his thin lips parted slightly, and he uttered a word, "Get lost."
"..."
Zheng Xuan stood up straight and gave him a middle finger, gritted his teeth and said, "If you have the ability, don't eat it later."
Wen Run had no idea that the two men behind him had a secret fight while he wasn't paying attention. He thought that the two of them didn't eat the New Year's Eve dinner, and it happened that they bought a lot of vegetables today, so they could make up for it.
First stew the chicken soup, then cut the sausage and bacon from home. After working for nearly two hours, I made nine dishes and one soup.
These dishes are actually a bit much for three people. But in Wenrun's hometown, the tradition of the New Year's Eve dinner is ten dishes, which means perfect. There must also be fish on the table, which means more than every year.
Since it is necessary to make up for the New Year's Eve dinner, it is natural to follow the New Year's Eve dinner specifications.
The long marble dining table is filled with delicious dishes just out of the pan, such as bacon with garlic sprouts, prawns fried with green onions, and sweet and sour fish. Beef Brisket with Potatoes... Cordyceps Flower Chicken Soup. The ten dishes are served in exquisite bowls and dishes, just looking at them will tempt the appetite.
Zheng Xuan went to get the red wine from the wine rack, and when he passed by Ye Hansheng, he said on purpose: "Wen Run, give Mr. Ye a push, his wheelchair seems to be broken."
Wen Run didn't know why, so he changed his apron and came out in a hurry, seeing Ye Hansheng's hand resting on the wheel of the wheelchair, he believed it was true. After saying "I'll push you over", he pushed Ye Hansheng to the dining table.
The height of the wheelchair was a bit short, and Wen Run was afraid that it would be inconvenient for him to eat, so he moved another chair and put it next to him, and asked softly, "Do you want me to help?"
Ye Hansheng took a deep look at him, shook his head slightly, and moved himself from the wheelchair to the chair next to him.
His arms are strong, and Wen Run could even see the bulging muscles under his clothes when he propped up his body. Ye Hansheng moved his body skillfully onto the chair, noticed that Wen Run was still looking at him, and finally turned his head to look at him, and said in a hoarse voice Thanks, "Thanks for your hard work."
Wen Run looked at him with wide eyes, smiled and shook his head, saying it was not hard. Realizing that his voice was hoarse again, he brought him a bowl of chicken soup and put it at hand, "Drink some soup to warm your stomach first."
"I also want to warm my stomach." Zheng Xuan came over with the red wine he had chosen, and answered in a strange way.
It's a pity that Wen Run didn't hear the ridicule in his words at all, and honestly served him a bowl of chicken soup in front of him. Zheng Xuan was so choked by him that he couldn't speak, touched his nose and sat down angrily.
Ye Hansheng glanced at him coldly from the side, then turned his head and drank the soup slowly.
The bottle of red wine that Zheng Xuan brought was not opened in the end. Instead, I drank most of the warm pot of chicken soup.
After dinner, Zheng Xuan took the initiative to wash the dishes, Wen Run pushed Ye Hansheng to the living room, and after he sat down on the sofa, he picked up the remote control and turned on the TV. He didn't know what Ye Hansheng would do after dinner. Now that Zheng Xuan was washing dishes in the kitchen, he and Ye Hansheng were left in the living room. He didn't know what to say for a while, so he had to use the remote control to tune the channels randomly.
On the second day of the Lunar New Year, all channels were still replaying the Spring Festival Gala. Guo Degang was talking about cross talk on TV, and Yu Qian sang with him. Zheng Xuan, who was washing dishes in the kitchen, heard the sound and ran out to watch for a while. After the talk, he changed the program before going back. Then wash the dishes.
Wen Run thought for a long time and finally thought of a topic. He turned his head and was about to speak, but found that Ye Hansheng beside him had already fallen asleep leaning on the sofa.
The tall man nestled back into the black leather sofa, even though he fell asleep, the corners of his mouth were still tightly pressed, and his eyes were a little black and blue from not resting well. His complexion was also a little pale, his pale thin lips were dry, his dark eyes that were dark all day long were closed at this moment, and the icy aura lingering around him faded a lot, making him look a little pitiful.
Wen Run's heart suddenly jumped up, and he called Ye Hansheng in a low voice, but he seemed to be very tired and fell into a deep sleep. Wen Run came to him and called twice, but he didn't wake up. A deep gully was squeezed between the eyebrows.
Looking at the kitchen like a thief, Zheng Xuan was still busy there. Wen Run unconsciously leaned closer, raised his hand hesitantly, pressed on the crease between his brows, and quickly retracted his hand.
His skin was cold and moist, just touching it lightly, his fingers felt as if they had been electrocuted, numb and crisp. He didn't dare to touch it again, turned down the volume of the TV, got up and went to the kitchen to find Zheng Xuan.
Hearing that the person fell asleep on the sofa, Zheng Xuan raised his eyebrows and took a look, but only saw the half of the back of his dark head exposed from behind the sofa.
"Just let him sleep on the sofa, don't wake him up, he hasn't slept in two days." Zheng Xuan lowered his voice.
Wen Run's eyes showed surprise, but he didn't ask any more questions. He only asked him where the blanket was, then turned around to get it, and then covered Ye Hansheng carefully.
Ye Hansheng just sat back like this, with his head slightly tilted to one side, Wen Run was afraid that he would feel uncomfortable if he slept in this position for a long time. After thinking about it, she still half hugged him and laid him flat on the sofa. He took off his shoes again, and put his hanging legs on the sofa.
The sofa is wide. But Ye Hansheng was tall and had long legs, so it was still a bit cramped to sleep on. Wen Run tucked a blanket for him, and squatted beside him to watch him. Zheng Xuan said that he hadn't slept in two days, no wonder the bruises were so heavy, he didn't wake up when he moved so much.
Wen Run's eyes moved to his legs again, this was the first time he touched Ye Hansheng's legs. Ye Hansheng is tall and has long legs. Although his legs can no longer stand up, their foundations are still there, but they feel very thin to the touch. Compared with his arms, which can bulge muscles, his legs look too thin.
I heard that if the disabled legs do not exercise for a long time, the muscles will gradually shrink and degenerate eventually. Some suffer from pain even on rainy days. If you want to avoid suffering, you have to massage every day to promote blood circulation in your legs.
I don't know if Ye Hansheng has regular massages... Wen Run squatted by the sofa, thinking in a mess.
Just as he was thinking wildly, the doorbell suddenly rang "Ding Dong Ding Dong". Ye Hansheng's eyelashes trembled, as if struggling to wake up, Wen Run subconsciously reached out to cover his ears, and whispered something in his ear, "It's okay, go to sleep …”
Maybe the doorbell stopped ringing, maybe his words had an effect. Ye Hansheng's expression stabilized again, Wen Run carefully stretched out his hand to press the frown between his brows, and then got up to open the door.
However, Zheng Xuan had already opened the door first. He half-blocked the door with his body, preventing outsiders from entering.
Wen Run passed by, just in time to hear a woman say softly: "It's already the second year of junior high school, and Han Sheng still refuses to go home. His father and I are very worried about him, so we came to have a look."
Zheng Xuan's voice was very cold, with a bit of sarcasm, "Ms. Qiu, are you tired of pretending to be tired every day? I'm tired of seeing you if you're not tired. Ye Hansheng won't go back, you guys get out of here."
Wen Run looked past him to the door, and saw a well-dressed, gentle-looking woman leading a young boy standing at the door.
The woman was very young, she seemed to be in her early thirties, her voice was soft and soft, even if Zheng Xuan choked her, she was not angry, she still said gently: "The Ye family is his home, where else can he go if he doesn't go back?" ? And Jiajia’s disease, I found out that there is an expert abroad who has successfully cured a vegetative state, and his father and I want to send her to try... "
"You still dare to mention Jiajia?!" Before she finished speaking, Zheng Xuan grabbed her neck and said through gritted teeth: "It's not you, why would Jiajia do this?"
"What are you doing? Let go of my mother!"
The young man behind him broke away his hand fiercely, protected the woman behind him, and looked at him provocatively, "If my father didn't want him to go back, who do you think would care about that lunatic? He'd better die outside. Never go back to Ye's house!"
"Who do you call a lunatic?"
Wen Run was hesitant to go forward, but after listening for a while, he also guessed that the woman at the door should be Ye Hansheng's stepmother, Qiu Jihe. Judging by Zheng Xuan's attitude, he also knew that Ye Hansheng had a bad relationship with this stepmother. This is their housework. He shouldn't get involved in this matter, and was about to retreat quietly, but suddenly he heard the young man who followed him call Ye Hansheng a lunatic.
He was disgusted by this word instinctively, just as he was very angry when he heard those people in the company say that Ye Hansheng was moody and psychopathic.
Ye Hansheng's statement is very good, but these people always try to press these words on him, as if they can step him into the mud and stand on the commanding heights cleanly.
Striding to the door, Wen Run stared coldly at the angry young man and said, "If you don't leave, I'll call security."
Qiu Jihe didn't expect that a face she had never seen would suddenly appear in Ye Hansheng's house. She narrowed her eyes, coughed twice, and smiled again: "Are you Hansheng's friend? I'm his mother. This is You may not know much about our family affairs... "
"I don't know about your family affairs, but I also know that Ye Hansheng's mother has passed away long ago."
Wen Run interrupted her with a sullen face, and pointed at Ye Qiuting behind her and said, "He was still insulting and cursing Ye Hansheng just now, if you are really his mother, can you listen to others cursing your son to die outside?"
"If you want to recognize your son casually, you have to see if you have the qualifications to be a mother."
Qiu Jihe choked immediately, unexpectedly this young man who appeared out of nowhere had such a sharp mouth, the gentle mask on her face was almost unstoppable, she took two deep breaths, then pulled the son who was still about to say something with red eyes, forced a smile Said: "I know that Han Sheng has always been unwilling to admit me as a mother. He has some misunderstandings about me and his father, and I don't want to force him. It's just that there is a banquet at home tomorrow, and many elders of the Ye family will come. His father told him to do it. Go back."
With a sullen face, Wen Run said coldly to the security guard who was hesitant to come over at the other end of the corridor: "These two people came up suddenly and insisted on identifying their son. I suspect they are a scam gang. How did your security guard do it? Did someone let it in?"
Now Qiu Jihe and Ye Qiuting's expressions turned ugly, the security guard smiled and asked them to go down politely. They naturally knew Qiu Jihe. Who doesn't know the wife of the chairman of the Ye Group
Anyone who can be a security guard here has good eyesight, so when they heard that the other party was looking for Mr. Ye, they let them go. Who knew that doing bad things with good intentions would run into the secrets of such a wealthy family.
The security guard apologized repeatedly, but he didn't dare to speak harshly to Qiu Jihe's mother and son, so he could only carefully ask Qiu Jihe to go down.
"Next time you let people come up casually, I'm going to complain to the property management." Wen Run snorted coldly, and closed the door forcefully without looking at the mother and son with ugly faces at the door.
As soon as the door was closed, Wen Run became discouraged, like a puppy with drooping ears, and asked Zheng Xuan pitifully, "I didn't cause any trouble, did I?"
He belatedly felt embarrassed by his overreaching behavior, "I just heard them scold Mr. Ye, so angry..."
Zheng Xuan put his arms around his arms, looked at him interestingly, rubbed his head with a smile, and said happily, "You didn't cause trouble, you did a good job." If Ye Hansheng saw it, he might even praise him.
"But you actually hate that woman so much?" Zheng Xuan was surprised. You must know that Qiu Jihe has always been good at acting, and she is best at pretending to be a loving mother in front of others. If someone who doesn't know the inside story of the Ye family sees her humiliating appearance, she may be deceived by her. But I didn't expect that Wen Run didn't save her any face today.
Wen Run puffed up his face, and said with disgust: "Her acting skills are too bad. The lines are good, but the eyes and body details are too fake." At first glance, she didn't feel at ease.
Zheng Xuan didn't expect this to be the reason, he was stunned for a moment, then laughed out loud, and rubbed him vigorously again.
The two whispered a few words in the hallway, Wen Run stepped lightly to look at Ye Hansheng again, Ye Hansheng was still asleep, and was not awakened by the movement at the door, he probably finally got a rest, the folds between his brows relaxed and flattened, Even the corners of his mouth are slightly hooked, it seems that he must have had a good dream.
It's just that the blanket on his body slipped to the floor, and a leg slipped off the sofa.
Wen Run sighed a little, put his legs back on the sofa, and covered him with the blanket again, looking at him with more and more distressed eyes.
No wonder he didn't even eat New Year's Eve dinner during Chinese New Year, and it's no wonder Zheng Xuan said he didn't sleep for two days. Although Wen Run didn't ask, she had some guesses in her heart. But inconclusive speculation is far less shocking than seeing it in person. Wen Run thought of his stepmother who was extremely poor in acting, and also thought of his father who found the company to smash his head, and felt deeply that if he had a stepmother, he would have a stepdad. It's just that Ye Hansheng has a family and can't go back, so he can only live alone in this big house with no popularity at all.
If there is a chance in the future, we must treat him better, Wen Run looked at Ye Hansheng's sleeping face, thinking sullenly in his heart.
The author has something to say: Small theater, Mr. Ye: My wife is really amazing.