Wen Yuanchu took off the scarf around his neck and wrapped it around Ling Song, lap after lap.
Ling Song looked at him stupidly, and was led out of the airport by Wen Yuanchu.
When he got in the taxi, Ling Song finally woke up like a dream, and smiled at Wen Yuanchu.
Wen Yuanchu ignored him.
Ling Song was not reconciled, and clung to him: "I've come here, why are you so stern, aren't you happy?"
Wen Yuanchu got angry and flicked his forehead hard: "Idiot."
Even after being scolded, Ling Song didn't get angry, so he cheekily approached Wen Yuanchu: "Good Yuanchu, don't be angry."
Wen Yuanchu had nothing to do with him: "Go to sleep for a while, it will take more than an hour to go back, and I will call you when we arrive."
But Ling Song couldn't fall asleep, he was excited right now and didn't feel sleepy at all.
After talking to Wen Yuanchu a few words, he leaned over to the window and looked out.
It was still dark, and there were lights everywhere.
This is Beijing, and it was also the capital of Shangjing 400 years ago.
Even though the vicissitudes of life and the changing mountains and rivers, he still has an inexplicable sense of familiarity when he returns here.
"What are you looking at?" Wen Yuanchu asked him behind him.
Ling Song didn't look back, paused, and said with a smile: "Look at the hometown in my dream."
"It is the same?"
"It's different, this place is many times bigger than the place in my dream."
Wen Yuanchu raised his hand and gently stroked the raised hair on the top of his head: "Don't look, go to sleep."
Ling Song turned around, fell on Wen Yuanchu's shoulder, and yawned.
When his eyes were sleepy, he muttered softly: "It's done, don't be angry anymore."
Wen Yuanchu lowered his voice: "Well, don't be angry, I'm very happy that you came to me specially."
Happy to say it earlier, don't be crazy.
Satisfied, Ling Song closed his eyes.
Back at Wen Yuanchu's little grandpa's house, it was still dark before six o'clock.
It is also a single-family villa, and the surrounding environment is very quiet.
Before entering the door, Ling Song finally remembered that he came here so rashly, not to mention Wen Yuanchu's parents, what would the other relatives of Wen Yuanchu's family think of him
so impulsive...
"nervous?"
The night was dark, Ling Song couldn't see the expression on Wen Yuanchu's face clearly, but he could hear the teasing smile in his tone.
This person actually laughed at him? That's too much.
Ling Song lowered his head, feeling a little embarrassed, he was embarrassed to admit it.
Before Ling Song could answer, Wen Yuanchu comforted him: "Don't be nervous, everyone in the family slept very late last night, and they haven't woken up yet, so we can't touch them."
Wen Yuanchu opened the door of the house without turning on the lights, and led Ling Song upstairs quietly.
After returning to the room, Ling Song was really relieved.
Wen Yuanchu reminded him: "It's still early, go to sleep first, don't think too much."
Ling Song nodded quickly: "Okay."
Lying on the bed side by side with Wen Yuanchu, Ling Song bravely turned over, hugged Wen Yuanchu's waist, and buried his head in his arms.
After hesitating again and again, he acted like a baby to Wen Yuanchu by taking advantage of his father-son relationship: "Father Yuanchu, I really miss you."
It was clear that they had only been separated for a day, and his tone was as if they hadn't seen each other for a year.
Wen Yuanchu bowed his head, and if there was a kiss that seemed like nothing fell on the top of Ling Song's head: "Go to sleep."
Ling Songan closed his eyes, and before falling asleep in Wen Yuanchu's arms, he whispered, "When you wake up, you will accompany me to celebrate my birthday."
"good."
This time Ling Song didn't wake up until nearly noon.
Opening his eyes, Wen Yuanchu was sitting on the sofa next to him flipping through a magazine.
Seeing Ling Song woke up, Wen Yuanchu reminded him: "Hurry up and wash up, and have lunch right away, and I'll take you out to play after dinner."
Ling Song sat up rubbing his eyes, Wen Yuanchu brought him a towel and toothbrush, and pushed him into the bathroom.
While brushing his teeth slowly, Ling Song heard voices outside, which should be Wen Yuanchu's mother.
"Has Xiao Song woke up?"
Wen Yuanchu: "Just got up, I'm washing up, we'll go down in a while."
"Okay, no rush, it's still early."
Ling Songxin had relatives, and there were relatives of Wen's family downstairs, so he suddenly didn't dare to go out to meet people.
After a while, he came out of the bathroom and asked Wen Yuanchu: "Is your family easy to get along with? Will they laugh at me?"
Wen Yuanchu was very helpless: "You came here by yourself, why are you so shy now?"
"Who is shy?"
Ling Song refused to admit it.
"Don't worry, apart from my parents, there are only my little grandparents and two cousins. The relatives from other families have all gone back. There are not many people, and they won't laugh at you."
... That's not much
Ling Song followed Wen Yuanchu downstairs. In the living room on the first floor, several elders were sitting together drinking tea and chatting.
Wen Yuanchu led Ling Song over and introduced him one by one.
Ling Song was a little taken aback, staring blankly at the Wen family in front of him.
Are Wen Yuanchu's grandparents so young? Maybe at most she is a few years older than Wen Yuanchu's parents, and her grandma is also very beautiful.
The two uncles seemed to be in their early twenties. One had a cold face and didn't care much about the guests coming to the house. The other looked at him with a smile and turned around to say something to Mother Wen.
... These two cousins look really good-looking.
Ling Songxin said that it was the first time he knew that there were people in this world who were as good-looking as him and Wen Yuanchu.
"Child, what's your name?" The beautiful cousin who had been smiling asked him first.
Ling Song came back to his senses, and replied with a blushing face, "Ling Song, my name is Ling Song."
"Is your surname Ling?" The beautiful uncle drew a long voice, and winked at another uncle next to him, with a wider smile in his eyes, "It's very good, it's very close to our family."
Ling Song: "???"
Mother Wen waved at him: "Xiao Song, come here."
Ling Song hurried over and sat beside her.
Mother Wen told him with a smile: "your mother called me in the morning. Since you are here, you can stay here for a few more days. Then come back with us, just in time for Yuanchu to take you around."
Ling Song thanked, polite and well-behaved: "Thank you, Auntie, for disturbing you."
The handsome uncle on the side smiled and asked him again: "Xiao Song, can I call you that too? I heard that you and Yuan Chu are in the same class? Did you fly to Beijing in the middle of the night last night to find him? You kid She's so good-looking, she's still underage, she's quite courageous, isn't she afraid of being sold by traffickers?"
Ling Song choked.
Wen Yuanchu lied to him, saying that no one in his family would laugh at him
Mother Wen said helplessly: "A Yan, don't tease him, you can see that his face is blushing."
Uncle Tang smiled even more happily, stretched out his hand to pinch Ling Song's face, and continued to tease him: "Children from the Ling family, why are you so thin-skinned?"
Ling Song turned to Wen Yuanchu for help, but Wen Yuanchu ignored him.
In the end, another uncle who had been silent all this time helped him out, and pressed down the beautiful uncle's hand.
Ling Song finally breathed a sigh of relief, and muttered casually: "Uncle Tang, you look better."
The other party laughed: "Don't, what's your name uncle? It's a weird old man. You can call me brother brother."
... Well, anyway, with Ling Chaochao, he is already Wen Yuanchu's generation, so it doesn't matter.
Ling Song was kind, calling out this cousin named Wen Yan, brother Yan, without any psychological burden, and coaxed the other party into high spirits.
Wen Yuanchu silently rolled his eyes away.
Two hundred and five.
Several elders gave Ling Song New Year's money, Ling Song was overwhelmed by the flattery, Wen Yuanchu reminded him in a low voice: "Take it all."
Ling Song put away the red envelope, feeling touched.
The Wen family is really hospitable and generous.
He came all the way here, eating and drinking for nothing, no wonder he was ashamed.
Before it was time for dinner, the elders continued to chat and chat with a smile.
Wen Yuanchu's father, his little grandpa, and that cold-faced uncle were talking about business affairs, Wen's mother was talking about cosmetics and jewelry with his little grandma, Wen Yuanchu sat aside and silently peeled peanuts, Ling Song was still dealing with the guy who treated him Very interested handsome uncle.
"The last time I came here at the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty, I ran all over the city to buy dim sum. I said I would take it home and give it to my classmates, so it was for you, right?"
Ling Song nodded: "Well, I heard that the candied fruit shop near Guozijian has been open for six hundred years, and I asked Wen Yuanchu to buy it for me."
Wen Yan laughed out loud: "Why are you so funny, kid? Do you really believe that there is a shop that has been open for six hundred years?"
"...Wen Yuanchu said it was just a gimmick, I didn't know it at first."
"Okay, it's not easy to eat authentic old Beijing snacks, stay here for a few more days, and we'll take you there in two days."
Ling Song was immediately happy, and his mouth became even sweeter: "Thank you, Brother Yan!"
After lunch, Wen Yuanchu led Ling Song out and asked him where he was going.
Ling Song: "Go to the Forbidden City."
Wen Yuanchu thought for a while and said, "It's too late now, let's go in tomorrow morning, let's go around there first."
Ling Song had no objection, and he really wanted to look around.
After getting on the subway, Ling Songshun chatted with Wen Yuanchu: "You two cousins are really good-looking, but brother Yan and grandma look alike, and the other cousin who doesn't like to talk is nothing like you. My cousin's personality is also completely different."
Wen Yuanchu explained casually: "He was adopted by my little grandparents, so he doesn't look like him."
I see.
Wen Yuanchu hesitated for a while, and then asked, "Do you think they look good?"
"Isn't it pretty?"
"...you look better."
Ling Song was stunned for a moment, and immediately overjoyed, he stuck to Wen Yuanchu's arm and hugged Wen Yuanchu's arm: "Father Yuanchu, you are really interesting and you can really praise people."
He was wobbling in the subway, and he was a little unsteady, Wen Yuanchu grabbed him and said, "Stand still, don't be a demon."
Ling Song leaned his head on his shoulder and grinned.
In Wen Yuanchu's eyes, he was indeed the best looking.
Does this count as Xi Tzu in the eyes
Half an hour later, they reached their destination.
Walking out of the subway station, you can see the majestic and majestic main entrance of the Forbidden City in front of you at a glance. The former forbidden area is now full of traffic and people, surrounded by tall buildings, showing the hustle and bustle of the bustling city.
For four hundred years, the world has been turned upside down, and perhaps the only thing that remains unchanged is the snow that covers the eaves tiles of the old palace in winter.
Ling Song stopped, looked around, and was in a trance for a moment.
Finally, his eyes fell on the palace gate tower in front of him.
According to history books, it was there that the regent was shot and killed by random arrows from the rebels who surrounded the palace.
After he died, maybe he was the same as himself, with no place to bury him.
Ling Song felt a little uncomfortable.
The two of them don't know who is more miserable than the other.
Wen Yuanchu put his hand on his shoulder and squeezed it lightly.
Ling Song came back to his senses, turned his head and smiled at him: "This place is nothing like the one in my dream."
"Let's go, don't be dazed, go around."
Ling Song cheered up, held up his mobile phone, and took pictures as he walked, not missing any details.
Wen Yuanchu followed beside him without making much noise, only answering a few words when Ling Song asked him.
They walked around the Forbidden City, and finally returned to the gate of the palace, and asked passing tourists to help them take a group photo.
Ling Song stared at Wen Yuanchu's cold face in the photo for a while, and clicked to set it as the phone desktop.
Turning around again, he hugged Wen Yuanchu like a koala: "Wen Yuanchu, you can't die."
Wen Yuanchu frowned.
"Bah, bah, I'm talking nonsense, anyway, you will definitely live a long life, and so can I."
Ling Song looked up at him with a smile, the tip of his nose was slightly red from the cold.
Wen Yuanchu looked back quietly.
After a while, she nodded lightly: "Okay, sure."
Ling Song's heart relaxed, and the smile on his face became brighter.
As the evening approached, golden twilight gradually covered the entire sky.
When they walked to the square in front of the palace gate, Ling Song stepped back for a while, raised his mobile phone and took another half-view of the palace under the afterglow of the setting sun.
After appreciating his work, he let out a long breath and said to Wen Yuanchu, "Let's go, come back tomorrow, I'm hungry."
Wen Yuanchu asked him, "What do you want to eat for your birthday?"
Ling Song chose charcoal hot pot, there is one nearby.
Since we are in Beijing, of course we want to eat the most authentic ones.
After entering the store and sitting down, Wen Yuanchu asked Ling Song to order, and he went to the pastry shop opposite to buy another cake.
It is still a six-inch strawberry cake.
Ling Song smiled: "I only tasted that one last night, it's a pity."
Wen Yuanchu was quite romantic, so he specially ordered a birthday gift for him, and arranged for someone to deliver it to his door on time.
By the way, he had to remind his brother to put away that music box for him.
Wen Yuanchu seriously lit the candles and asked Ling Song, who had been giggling all the time, to make a wish.
"Do you have to make a wish?"
Wen Yuanchu nodded: "Yes."
"All right."
Ling Song clasped his hands together and closed his eyes, thinking silently in his heart.
He wanted to be greedy this time, and live happily with Wen Yuanchu until ninety-nine.
After the fire, Wen Yuanchu's face became softer, Ling Song opened his eyes and looked at him with a smile: "I promised."
"Okay," Wen Yuanchu said softly, "Blow out the candles, and the wish will definitely come true."
"Don't you ask me what I wished for?"
"No, it won't work if you say it."
Ling Song curled his lips with a smile, and blew out the candle in one breath.
Wen Yuanchu took the cake away and reminded him: "Eat hot pot first."
The boiled mutton was dipped in sauce and put into Ling Song's bowl. Ling Song picked it up, but brought it back to Wen Yuanchu's mouth: "Dad Yuanchu, you eat."
Wen Yuanchu looked at him and opened his mouth.
After eating and drinking enough, they passed outside the Forbidden City again on their return journey.
Ling Song raised his eyes to look at the lit city gate tower, his thoughts moved slightly, and he said to the people around him: "Wen Yuanchu, come tomorrow, I have to give you back a ginkgo leaf, there is one more thing I want to tell you, but Keep it a secret."
Wen Yuanchu raised his hand and rubbed his hair: "Okay."
What you want to tell me is also what I want to tell you.
On the 158th day after his return, he came to Beijing to find me.
He said he didn't want to wait, and neither did I.
Tomorrow I must confess my love to him first, he will be very happy, right
I am also very happy, very happy.