Shan Qihuan remembered a sentence: I am most afraid of the sudden silence in the air.
When he was looking for a hole to hide in, Shen Yuhan, who always gave her husband face, had quietly given him a way out.
Shen Yuhan seemed not to notice the panic in her husband's eyes, and asked with surprise, "Honey, is this Christmas tree alive?"
At this time, Shan Qihuan had no expression on his face and said, "Of course not, the two trees in front are the real ones."
"Yeah." Shen Yuhan looked up at the giant golden five-pointed star on the top of the tree: "So this is how we celebrate Christmas."
He also saw the Christmas tree in the villa where Wen Yu had just held the party, but he did not look at it carefully. Only after returning home did he begin to appreciate it carefully. These lights and gifts should have been hung by her husband himself, so naturally he began to observe them carefully.
He walked up to her with a smile on his face and deliberately asked Shan Qihuan, "Husband, don't you dislike celebrating Western festivals?" and took down the steps he had just built.
Shan Qihuan had no idea that his wife would spoil the show so quickly. He turned his head to look at the gift box that had just been placed, and snorted, "Some people go out to play by themselves and leave their husbands at home. I can only find something to do by myself."
Shen Yuhan was about to go up and hug her husband, but Shan Qihuan stopped him with his index finger: "Don't hug me."
"Why don't you let me hug you?" Shen Yuhan was puzzled. "Hubby, don't be angry. You're fine. I'm back."
Shan Qihuan pointed at his clothes and said, "They are covered in dust and dirty."
"Oh." Shen Yuhan then put away her hand that was about to hug her husband, and went back upstairs to change into home clothes.
At this time, Shan Qihuan, who was downstairs, checked whether the Christmas tree he bought was hung properly. After confirming that there was no problem, he moved it to the warehouse. When he came out, he saw his wife lying on the back of the sofa with her chin in her hand, looking at the Christmas tree he had just decorated.
Shan Qihuan patted the colored paper stuck on his face and said, "Why are you back so early? I thought you would be back in the evening."
Shen Yuhan said honestly: "I'm not very familiar with him. I came back because I felt bored. I came back to spend Christmas with my husband."
Shan Qihuan asked him back: "How did you know I was at home? Maybe I was out drinking with Liu Tan and the others?"
Shen Yuhan scratched the end of his hair. He had indeed not considered this question, but he said affirmatively and proudly: "But I know you will be at home today." He just relied on his intuition.
Shan Qihuan said: "What if he is not here?"
"Then I'll just celebrate it by myself. It's a Western holiday, so I won't celebrate it." Shen Yuhan lay pitifully on Shan Qihuan.
Shan Qihuan hated his pitiful eyes the most, so he directed Shen Yuhan, "You are free too, take the remote control on the table, turn off the lights, and I will give you something."
Shen Yuhan immediately put away his expression, obediently found the remote control, and asked Shan Qihuan after getting it: "Is it turned off?"
Shan Qihuan also had a small remote control in his hand: "Well, turn off the lights."
If Shen Yuhan hadn't come back earlier, he would have tested the brightness of the lights on the Christmas tree by himself, but since he came back and the surprise was given to him, he might as well verify the results of his busy afternoon together.
It's already dark at five o'clock in Jiangcheng in winter. After Shen Yuhan turned off the lights, the living room was dim. Her husband was a little far away from her, and Shen Yuhan still felt a little scared. But when a small light bulb in the room began to light up, spreading little by little to the small white fence next to the Christmas tree, and then continuing to extend upwards, the room became warm.
Shen Yuhan's gaze moved along with the lights and finally landed on the golden five-pointed star on top of the Christmas tree. It was the tallest and brightest. The remaining small light bulbs were flashing colorful light, like stars surrounding the moon. He didn't know how to describe it. This was an alternative beauty, different from the so-called natural scenery. Moreover, all of it was the thoughts of her husband. It was a thoughtful Christmas gift.
If Shen Yuhan learned some more modern vocabulary related to emotions, perhaps he would know that all his feelings could be described with the word "romantic".
He suddenly turned his head and met Shan Qihuan's focused and passionate gaze.
Shan Qihuan walked to Shen Yuhan's side and stood with him, and asked him gently, "Are you okay?"
"Well, it's great. Even the stars in summer don't shine brighter." Shen Yuhan was really amazed. It turned out that the existing lighting fixtures could form such a beautiful light array.
Shan Qihuan was like a peacock on the screen. When Shen Yuhan praised him, he took the initiative to ask: "I'll cook you a Western meal tonight."
Shen Yuhan had never seen Shan Qihuan cook, and thought he was not very good at it. Moreover, he himself believed that a gentleman should stay away from the kitchen, so he was even more surprised.
"You can cook, too?"
"Why not? I'm not as good at cooking Chinese food as you are. The best thing is that it can be eaten after it's cooked. But I do have the confidence to cook Western food."
Shan Qihuan said as he walked towards the kitchen. Shen Yuhan followed closely behind him and asked, "Husband, have you been ready to cook tonight?"
"Who said that?" Shan Qihuan refused to admit it.
Shen Yuhan asked the same question Shan Qihuan had asked just now: "If I hadn't decided to go home today, wouldn't you have to eat by yourself?"
Shan Qihuan asked him back: "You are not at home, why should I do it myself?"
Shen Yuhan looked at him happily: "Then let's eat takeout?"
Shan Qihuan took out the steak that had just been delivered at noon today: "Shen Yuhan, if you ask me another question I will let you eat takeout later."
"My husband won't let me eat takeout." Shen Yuhan stared at Shan Qihuan's skillful movements of handling the steak, afraid of missing any scene. He was not afraid of Shan Qihuan's threats at all. In front of him, his husband was a paper tiger with no deterrent power.
He thought that he was probably the first and only guy in Qi to eat steak fried by his husband.
As a new good husband, Shan Qihuan certainly didn't let his wife eat takeout. Instead, he made her eat steak that he fried himself. He even prepared candles. Shen Yuhan wondered if her husband was giving her an extra wedding night.
His wedding night was indeed not very pleasant, despite the candlelight, steak, and red wine.
Shan Qihuan poured red wine for the two of them and raised his glass: "Clink?"
However, Shen Yuhan felt that her husband wanted to drink wine with her, so she took the initiative to put her arm around his wrist and tilted her head to ask him, "Like this?"
Shan Qihuan thought that when it came to having fun, Shen Yuhan was still the better one. He had evolved to who knows what level, and he still couldn't catch up. He could even feel the feeling of drinking a cup of wine together when drinking red wine, and he could see from Shen Yuhan's eyes that he regarded this cup of wine together. Shan Qihuan watched him sip the red wine gently, and he also took a sip.
After Shen Yuhan and Shan Qihuan drank the wedding wine, his fair face turned light pink, and he felt as if he was celebrating his wedding night.
Shan Qihuan followed his wife to drink until her face turned rosy, and he deeply understood the deep meaning of the two words "beauty is a feast" and "wine does not make people drunk, people make themselves drunk".
Shen Yuhan ate all the steak her husband cooked and praised it the whole time, which made Shan Qihuan very happy. His eyes became more and more profound, as if he was going to say something in the next second.
Of course, Shan Qihuan had some smaller shows planned for later, so he didn't continue immediately.
He took Shen Yuhan, who was a little drunk, to the Christmas tree and said, "Did you see these boxes? They are all for you."
Shen Yuhan squatted down and looked at the gifts piled up in the shape of a "品". He looked up at Shan Qihuan and said, "Are they all mine?"
"Yes, they are all yours." Shan Qihuan squatted with him.
"Okay." Shen Yuhan thought that these gifts must not have been bought in one day, but were "planned for a long time."
Shen Yuhan felt tired of squatting, so he sat down on the carpet and started to open the gifts.
A set of accessories, a new set of four treasures of the study, a chessboard, a pair of jade bracelets, a watch, and a number of modern electronic products that he couldn't name.
Shen Yuhan's hands were sore from taking apart the books, and then he leaned on his husband's bed: "Hubby, I'm so tired."
"Are you going to tear it down or not?"
"I won't tear it down. It's all mine anyway."
Maybe it was because of the alcohol, Shen Yuhan felt hot all over and a little dizzy. He had played outside for a while during the day, and now he was completely relaxed. He leaned against Shan Qihuan and closed his eyes.
Just before falling asleep, Shen Yuhan asked Shan Qihuan: "Hubby, do you think I look like an ancient person?"
Shan Qihuan gently brushed Shen Yuhan's long hair and said casually, "Yeah."
Shen Yuhan: "How are they similar?"
Shan Qihuan touched the center of his eyebrows, the tip of his nose, and his lips and said, "They are similar in every way."
Shen Yuhan bit his fingertips lightly, let go, then found a comfortable position on her husband's lap and fell asleep.
Shan Qihuan lowered his head and looked at him, then sighed.
I didn't expect that his wife is the legendary "get drunk after one drink". What a useless girl. With such a low alcohol tolerance, she still wants to drink with him
However, he did not feel regretful, and then he picked him up and carried him back to the room.
After Christmas, Shan Qihuan welcomed the busy period at the end of the year. At the same time, Shen Yuhan's "old friends" sent him invitations one after another. Among them was Mr. Jiang, who called him directly to ask if he wanted to listen to opera.
Listen to opera
When Shen Yuhan heard this, his eyebrows slightly raised. Still listening to opera outside? He thought he could only listen to it on the opera channel on TV.
Compared to others, Mr. Jiang has a higher status and position, so Shen Yuhan doesn't need to worry about anything when going out with him to watch opera. As soon as Mr. Jiang asked, he agreed decisively, without having to ask his husband first like he did when going out with Wen You.
He likes to listen to opera, which is an area he is familiar with.
After agreeing, Shen Yuhan told her husband and asked him if he wanted to listen to the opera.
When Shan Qihuan heard that it was Old Man Jiang who asked his wife to go to the theater, he thought, "Oh, it's okay, just go ahead."
The old men are all his wife's friends, so he doesn't need to be on guard against them. As for the young people, he still needs to be more careful.
Only then did Shan Qihuan realize that his wife also loved listening to operas. It would be difficult to develop this hobby if it was not cultivated from an early age.
The day of the opera was not a weekend, and Shan Qihuan had nothing to do, so Shen Yuhan went to the teahouse to listen to the opera alone.
Even though it was not the weekend, the teahouse was still quite lively with people coming in and out. Shen Yuhan asked the waiter before finding the location of the private room. It was similar to the teahouses he had been to before and was easy to recognize.
"Xiao Shen is finally here." Old Master Jiang saw Shen Yuhan smiling happily, "Hurry up and sit down, hurry up and sit down."
"Uncle Jiang, long time no see." Shen Yuhan handed over a homemade cake, "This is the green tea cake I made myself, would you like to try it?"
"Oh? You can make this?" Mr. Jiang opened the small paper bag, casually pinched a piece and put it in his mouth, "Hmm, delicious."
Shen Yuhan smiled and said, "As long as you like it." The old lady had everything and had helped her husband, so naturally he had to join in the fun.
"You can order any play you want to listen to from the playlist. I've reserved the entire theater today and invited some old friends to come and listen to the play." Mr. Jiang pinched a piece of cake and put it in his mouth. It tasted even better when paired with tea.
"So you booked the whole place." Shen Yuhan listened to the familiar singing in the audience, and felt happy just like Mr. Jiang eating cakes.
"Nowadays, there are no young people who like to listen to opera. Jiang Ruolin and Wen Yan don't like to listen to it either. It's rare that I invite them to come, but they just play with their mobile phones after listening for a while, which makes me angry. Since then, I no longer invite them to come." Old Jiang complained to Shen Yuhan very seriously, and Shen Yuhan had already found a play he wanted to listen to. There was a brief introduction to the opera at the end of the playlist, which was clear at a glance.
"Then you can come to me if you want to listen to opera in the future. I love to listen to it."
"That would be great."
Shen Yuhan ordered a love scene.
Just after ordering, someone came over to greet Mr. Jiang. Shen Yuhan listened carefully and did not turn around until he picked up the teacup to drink tea, then he noticed who was coming.
When the other party saw him, his pupils seemed to be shaking, and he immediately jumped up and asked: "Shen Yuhan? Why are you here?"
Shen Yuhan couldn't remember who the other person was for a moment and was a little confused. His expression at this moment was simply an insult to the other person.
Mr. Jiang was somewhat dissatisfied with the other party's questioning and said, "Xiao Shen is a friend I invited to watch the show."
The people who came were Jiang Tong and his grandfather. His grandfather saw that his grandson had lost face in front of his old friend, so he patted him lightly and said to Jiang Lao: "The child is ignorant, so don't bother with the child. I think this young friend looks familiar."
Jiang Tong’s grandfather also remembered Shen Yuhan. Wasn’t this the young man who won first place in calligraphy and painting last time
"Have you seen it?"
"This young friend performed very well in the calligraphy and painting competition we held last time. Of course I have seen him before."
After the other party mentioned it, Shen Yuhan remembered that this was Jiang Tong with a particularly bad mouth. Shen Yuhan did not want to talk to the other party because his mouth was too bad.
Jiang Tong's grandfather still remembered what happened that day. He said a few polite words to Mr. Jiang and dragged Jiang Tong away to avoid further embarrassment.
"You can't handle it?" Mr. Jiang's eyes were not blurry. Shen Yuhan was rude to the young man and didn't even bother to say anything.
Shen Yuhan said lightly: "We had a little quarrel."
Mr. Jiang could sense something complicated in his euphemistic expression. Although he had not met Shen Yuhan many times, playing chess is also a way of observing people. He could understand the other person's temperament. Little Shen was calm and magnanimous, so how could he have an argument with others? That must be the other person's problem.
"Just don't have any contact with him in the future. Uncle will support you."
"Thank you, uncle."
The two no longer mentioned Jiang Tong and his grandson, but continued to listen to the opera.
Jiang Tong, who had returned to the box opposite, was angry: "Grandpa, what is the identity of Shen Yuhan next to Mr. Jiang?"
He was highly praised by the Liu family father and son in the activities of the Calligraphy and Painting Association. He met him here again, and the person sitting opposite him was actually Mr. Jiang. He had mocked Wen You in front of him last time.
Jiang Tong's grandfather said angrily, "I told you long ago that the relationships in the rich circle are complicated and I told you to control your temper! Did you get a lesson last time at the calligraphy and painting association? If you had behaved better just now, it would not have been difficult for Jiang Yanlin to remember you. But now you have offended people right away. I wasted my time worrying about you."
Jiang Tong had no idea how Shen Yuhan showed up, and Mr. Jiang even said that he was the one who invited him. Isn't this an honor for him
Jiang Tong asked: "We have never heard of his name before. Is there anyone with the last name Shen in the wealthy circle?"
Jiang Tong's grandfather shook his head: "That's not the case. Do you remember who came to pick him up that day?"
Jiang Tong: "Who?"
Jiang Tong's grandfather: "The Shan family."
Jiang Tong: "Shan family? How did you get involved with the Shan family?"
Jiang Tong said to his grandfather: "Why don't you ask about this in the past? There must be someone in the younger generation who knows."
Jiang Tong thought that the last incident was over, but he didn't expect to be humiliated by Shen Yuhan again. He couldn't swallow this humiliation, so he ignored the play and immediately asked his friends in the same circle on WeChat if they knew someone named Shen Yuhan.
Someone said that he knew Shen Yuhan, and then the other person told him about the great achievements of "Shen Yuhan".
Jiang Tong was overjoyed after hearing this. It turned out that she was not a young master from any family, but the "daughter-in-law" of the Shan family. She dropped out of school because of a fight, and had also pursued Shan Qihuan's half-brother Shan Qiyun.
In the eyes of outsiders, Shan Tianfeng, the head of the Shan family, is a playboy, so many people's first reaction is that his sons are also playboys. Shen Yuhan also has an entangled love triangle with the two sons of the Shan family. Jiang Tong immediately imagined a drama of uncle and sister-in-law. I wonder if Mr. Jiang knows about it.
He wanted to expose Shen Yuhan's mask of being harmless.
Jiang Yanlin invited many old friends today. In addition to listening to opera, he also likes calligraphy and painting.
Jiang Tong learned about this from his grandfather, so he asked the waiter to pass a note to him.
The note praised Shen Yuhan's excellent calligraphy and painting, and asked him to leave a copy of his work.
What surprised Mr. Jiang was not the other party's conspiracy, but he asked Shen Yuhan: "The higher-ups said your calligraphy is pretty good?"
Shen Yuhan smiled modestly: "It's just average, not worthy of being in a high-class place."
Mr. Jiang said, "Come on, write me a few words."
At this time, Jiang Tong and his grandfather were already waiting.
When Mr. Jiang took action, his old friend also took action. When he heard that a young man wanted to present a calligraphy to Mr. Jiang, he wanted to know who it was.
Listening to opera and writing are both within Shen Yuhan's familiar areas, so he is not worried.
He changed his usual elegant style and chose a thick brush.
I saw him holding up the sleeve of his right hand with his left hand, picking up the pen and writing a few big words. His writing was as smooth as flowing water and as powerful as a rainbow.
In the end, four words were written on the paper: The sea embraces all rivers.
Jiang Tong and his grandfather's faces changed slightly, and their desire to cause trouble suddenly subsided. Was this a subtle criticism of his pettiness
In the evening, Shan Qihuan once again went to the teahouse in person to pick up Shen Yuhan to take him home.
As soon as Shen Yuhan got in the car, he took off his domineering disguise. He stretched out his right hand towards Shan Qihuan and said, "Hubby, my hand is so sore."
"How come my hands are sore from drinking tea and listening to a play?" Shan Qihuan glanced at him, "What did you do?"
Shen Yuhan had no idea that her husband had some color in his mind: "My uncle just asked me to write a few words, so I wrote several. I'm tired. Please give me a press."
Shan Qihuan rubbed his wrist and asked, "Did he give you pocket money?"
Shen Yuhan exclaimed: "I didn't call him, but he even added me on WeChat. I'm at a big disadvantage."
Shan Qihuan asked him: "Tell me who you have added?" He had to filter it out to see if he had added any random people.
Shen Yuhan handed the phone to him directly.
Shan Qihuan glanced down and fell silent: Wife, I'm sorry to bother you.
Seeing his subtle expression, Shen Yuhan thought that he had added someone he shouldn't have, and became nervous: "What's wrong?"
Shan Qihuan sighed in his heart: "It's nothing, you are great."
His wife gathered half of the connections he wanted just by listening to a play, and suddenly she felt that she didn't need to study business. Wouldn't it be good to study music, chess, calligraphy and painting? His personality was obviously better than 90% of people, but compared with his wife, his life was ten levels more difficult.
After Shan Qihuan finished praising Shen Yuhan, he told him two pieces of news: "By the way, I have two pieces of news to tell you. One is that my dad will have surgery the day after tomorrow, so we have to go to the hospital together the day after tomorrow."
Shen Yuhan asked him: "What about the other one?"
Shan Qihuan pinched his slender wrist and said, "My eldest brother was diagnosed with liver problems and has been hospitalized. He will need to stay for a month. I may have to handle Shan's family affairs for him, so I will have less time to spend with you in the future."