When Meng Liangren returned home, the house was heated on, and his stiff face was finally eased by the wind.

I thought it would be quiet, but when I entered the door, I heard the kitchen clanging, Cong Rong wearing an old apron of sunflowers was busy, and there was a small notebook on the cleaning table, while cutting meat and washing vegetables, while looking at it twice.

He leaned against the doorframe, the tight strings in his heart loosening slightly.

Seeing that Cong Rong oil was fried, he hurriedly poured the vegetables into the pot, fried them a few times, and remembered to put salt, and measured them with a porcelain spoon for a long time, and the pot burned again.

A dish was ready, and the boy was already sweating profusely.

In his impression, Cong Rong has always been very calm.

His father was an old friend of Meng's father, who later died unexpectedly. The mother became an alcoholic, and it didn't matter if the mother and son starved for a sip of wine, and later Meng Zhe came to the door and brought him back to the Meng family.

At the beginning, he was two years older than Meng Liang, but because of malnutrition, he was half a head shorter than him, and he was silent, but Aunt Gui took pity on this child very much, except for Meng Liangren, he was the one who took care of him the most, so he gradually became cheerful.

But he is too good, once the jade is polished, the brilliance is dazzling, and the stubborn stone of Meng Liangren shines as useless.

Later, Meng Liangren thought about it, probably when he was in his first year of high school, he and Xu Shangwen were messing around outside, and when he got drunk that day, he returned to the apartment with the little girl in his arms, and he was about to give away his virgin body in a daze, but he ran into Cong Rong to give him something, and as soon as the bedroom door opened, his eyes were facing each other.

Angry, ashamed and angry for a while, he threw a pillow and yelled, "Get out!" ”

The next day, he didn't want or dared to see him, so he went directly to the eldest brother, although he was eating, drinking, and having fun, he never took the initiative to ask Meng Zhe for anything, this was the first time he asked to drive Cong Rong out of Meng's house.

Meng Zhe agreed, let Cong Rong move out of the apartment under the name of the Meng family, and also changed schools.

Later, I didn't know that when I saw him again, it was already Meng Liangren who had been kicked out of his house, looking for work everywhere to make ends meet, and he was so depressed that he couldn't be depressed anymore.

A spicy smell penetrated into his nose, Meng Liangren couldn't stand this, and sneezed fiercely, alarming Cong Rong, who coughed and said, "Si Shao, pepper choking, you go sit outside." ”

Meng Liangren turned around and went to the living room and turned on the TV, all of which were advertisements to welcome the New Year, but at least they made the house a little lively.

Two dishes were served, the stir-fried cabbage was a little black, and the spicy tofu was pasted into a piece.

Cong Rong observed Meng Liangren's expression and said, "Just take a bite, if not, we'll call the hotel again." ”

Meng Liangren picked up the chopsticks, tasted them and said, "No need, eat it." ”

Cong Rong's eyes lit up, he smiled slightly, and he also took a pair of chopsticks, and couldn't help but be deflated when he ate it in his mouth.

"It's better to fall, I'll go call."

"No, I don't have to. Someone's food is a hundred times worse than yours, and I haven't eaten it yet. ”

“…… Who? ”

"You don't know each other." Meng Liangren held the dishes, thinking to himself who else could there be, himself.

There are many things for others to do at the end of the year, Meng Liangren stays at home, watches TV and browses the web every day, Cong Rong seems to be fascinated by cooking, and spends most of his time in the kitchen every day.

In the blink of an eye, he was thirty, and Cong Rong was ambitious to make a New Year's banquet, and asked Meng Liangren if he wanted to go out with him to buy ingredients.

"Where is the door still open at this time?" Meng Liangren was impatient, but he still changed his clothes and went out with him.

I walked around all afternoon, and when I came back near dusk, I saw the lights on in the house.

Could it be a thief? The two looked at each other, leaned over cautiously, and examined the door lock, and there was no sign of prying it open.

While he was thinking about it, suddenly the door opened from the inside, and Meng Xuan said inside the door: "What are you doing sneakily? I don't know how to get in. ”

As soon as the door opened, the lively and warm atmosphere inside overflowed, cartoons were playing on the TV, Meng Zhe was sitting on the sofa and flipping through magazines, and the kitchen light was on, as if something was cooking.

In a trance, Meng Zhe looked up at him and asked, "Where did you go?" ”

"Buying something." Meng Liangren looked around, "You guys...... Isn't it in the Zhou family to keep the New Year? ”

"Changed my mind on the last minute." Meng Zhe closed the magazine, pondered for a moment, looked at him squarely and said, "Meng Junhe ......"

“…… The third child is upstairs, you go and have a look. ”

Meng Xuan was walking into the kitchen, and at this time he also stood on his feet and quietly observed his expression.

Meng Liangren's heart trembled and jumped quickly.

I didn't care what Meng Zhe would be suspicious, and walked upstairs step by step, as if it was very slow, and as if it was fast. With his hand on the doorknob and a slight twist, he saw the broad but thin back of the young man.

The curtains hung and the beautiful sunset outside rushed in and sprinkled on his shoulders.

Meng Liangren blinked, his eyes were very sour.

He had never been so sure that God had reborn him just to avoid repeating it again.

When the young man heard the door open, he stood up and turned around.

Meng Jun put down the drawing board, ran over and grabbed him and said, "Little uncle." ”

Meng Liangren came back to his senses, lowered his head, held the child's fleshy hand back, and asked, "Who is this?" ”

Meng Jun said: "This is the third uncle, the little uncle? ”

Meng Xu pressed his hand on the desk, he was a little shy, and nodded: "Hello, I'm Meng Xu." ”

"I'm Meng Liangren, you should call me the fourth brother."

Meng Xu stammered: "Fourth...... Fourth brother. ”

The door was knocked twice, and the three of them looked over, and Meng Zhe stood at the door and said, "Fourth, come with me to the study." ”

Meng Liangren glanced at Meng Xu, turned around and left with him.

Closing the door of the study, Meng Zhe sat behind the desk, thought for a while, and said, "In the past, you were the fourth in the family, and we all said that it was to remember the child that Aunt Xin did not give birth to. ”

Meng Liangren said: "Actually, it's because of him." ”

"Yes." Meng Zhe glanced at him, "He has the same mother as me and Meng Xuan, because his mother had a difficult birth, he was born sick, and he had a high fever when he was nine years old, although he left sequelae, but he is not a fool." ”

"I don't think he's stupid."

Meng Zhe's eyebrows stretched slightly.

Meng Liangren was silent for a moment and said, "If there is nothing else, I will go out first." ”

Liu Mengzhe was sitting alone in the study, and the phone on the corner of the desk suddenly rang.

"Big Little." The old housekeeper's tone was still flat, but he revealed a little worry, "Have the four young people seen the three young people?" ”

"I've seen it. This year we are keeping the New Year at home. ”

After the first day of junior high school, Meng Xu lived at home for more than ten days, because he had been sick and had a generous personality, and his family and servants took special care of him.

Even Meng Jun was willing to be with this new uncle, but Meng Liangren was silent. Meng Zhe and Meng Xuan thought that it was because he hadn't fully accepted it, and they didn't care much.

After the New Year, after dinner, Meng Jun followed the maid to see the tulips in the greenhouse.

The flowers were gone, Meng Jun looked through the glass incubator, and suddenly asked the maid: "Why can't a person like only one person?" ”

When the child asked such an obscure word, the maid was stunned: "This ...... Like a flower, when it blooms, it's not just for one person to see. ”

Meng Jun put his palm on the glass, looked at the lonely leaves of the tulip, and after a while, said, "Then throw it away." ”

The maid was stunned again: "Throw it away?" ”

Meng Jun let out a "hmm" and furrowed his thin eyebrows: "I don't like it anymore." ”

The maid looked down at his expression and couldn't help but move.

This kid, like this, really looks like a young man.

Meng Liangren, Pan Tao and a few rich people came back from playing outside, and it was already nine o'clock, and they were poured some wine, five points calm and five points drunk.

One foot deep and one foot shallow, back to the bedroom, as soon as the door opened, Garfield jumped off the closet, and it also grew into a big cat.

The quilt bulged up, Meng Jun sat up, rubbed his eyes and shouted, "Little uncle." ”

Meng Liangren smiled, took his clothes and went into the bathroom to take a bath.

After washing, he returned to the bed with a mist, Meng Jun rubbed over and hugged his waist, Meng Liangren didn't bother to pull him away, pinched the child's face, and asked him: "Is the third uncle good to you?" ”

Meng Jun nodded: "Okay, the third uncle is good to everyone." ”

Meng Liangren said: "Well, he is good to everyone. Tiredness hit, patted Meng Jun's head: "Cover the quilt yourself." As he spoke, he fell back and fell asleep.

Meng Jun pressed the light switch next to the bed, pulled up the quilt and covered the two of them, and then nested in Meng Liangren's arms.

The young man's arms were very clean, and he habitually put his hands on the child's back in his sleep, and in the quiet darkness, Meng Jun grabbed the buttons of his clothes, listened to the sound of gentle breathing, and slowly fell asleep.