Zhou Huai raised his head and was stunned: "Uncle Li? ”

Uncle Li was dressed in a formal suit, his hair was meticulously combed, and he was looking at him with a smile with his head half-downed: "Xiaohuai, the master is back, saying that he wants to see you." ”

Zhou Huai quickly put away the love on his face, and while rubbing the oil stains on his hands with a soft towel, he asked, "When did Grandpa come back?" ”

"This morning, I originally thought that I would look for you back at noon, but I heard that you had something to do in the afternoon, so I ordered me to come over now."

Zhou Huai casually threw the towel aside, clapped his hands and stood up, he looked down at the half-changed tire, and before he could say anything, Uncle Li spoke first: "I'll deal with it here." ”

Zhou Huai hesitated, but nodded: "Then I'll trouble you." ”

Uncle Li smiled: "What are you doing so politely." ”

On the way back to Bo Zhai, Zhou Huai didn't speak, only silently looked sideways out of the window, Uncle Li wanted to speak several times, but he didn't know what he thought, and finally sighed and turned around.

The house is a little far from the city center, and it is in the evening rush hour, and by the time the car arrives, the sky has completely sunk. Zhou Huai followed Uncle Li into the compound, and just pushed open the door, an old man with gray hair standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window turned around and smiled at him.

"Grandpa!"

Seeing Zhou Huai walking briskly towards him, Bo Mingcheng's always tense face instantly showed a smile, and he beckoned to the other party: "Xiaohuai, come over and let grandpa take a good look." ”

After Zhou Huai walked in front of him, Bo Mingcheng looked him up and down carefully: "I look like I've lost weight." ”

"Maybe it's dark," Zhou Huai squinted his eyes and smiled: "It's dark and thin." ”

At this time, Uncle Li also followed Zhou Huai to Bo Mingcheng's side, and said in a low voice: "Master, the meal is ready, do you want to chat while using it?" ”

Bo Mingcheng nodded: "Xiaohuai is also hungry, right?" Then he turned to Uncle Li and said, "Okay, go and prepare." ”

The Bo maid was very efficient, but it took a few minutes for dinner to be served. There were only two people sitting on the huge dining table, Bo Mingcheng and Zhou Huai, but the dishes were full.

Zhou Huai was indeed a little hungry at this time, and he lowered his head and ate quietly. Bo Mingcheng sat at one end of the dining table, used it slowly for a while, suddenly put the chopsticks aside, and asked, "I heard, you are filming now?" ”

Zhou Huai's movements paused, and then he said "um".

"Why did you suddenly remember filming?"

"Not much," Zhou Huai raised his eyes to look at Bo Mingcheng: "It's just that I suddenly became a little interested." ”

"Do you need to ...... it"

"My current crew is very good," Zhou Huai smiled: "And I can learn a lot from playing with old actors." ”

Bo Mingcheng's expression paused, and he nodded after a while: "Also, at the beginning, it was good to study more, this is all a trivial matter, don't rush." ”

The two of them used it for a while, and Zhou Huai asked, "Grandpa, how long are you going to stay when you come back this time?" ”

"This time I came back to settle down," Bo Mingcheng smiled: "The company's affairs will be left to the young people to do, they are old and useless." ”

"Your body is so tough, it's no problem to manage it for more than ten years."

"Haha," Bo Mingcheng laughed twice: "It's not okay to be dissatisfied now, besides, I also want to enjoy Qingfu, I have nothing to drink tea at home, and chat with your uncle and grandson, it's best for you and Jinxi to add a grandson to me alone, and my life will be complete." ”

"That's right," Bo Mingcheng took a sip of tea, and then put the teacup down: "Jin Xi, he came back at the end of this month, I remember that you haven't seen each other for a long time, right?" ”

Zhou Huai held the hand of the chopsticks for a while, and then smiled: "Yes, it seems that I haven't seen him for a long time." ”

Bo Mingcheng nodded: "When he comes back, our family will get together, this kid in Jinxi is usually busy, since you moved away......" Bo Mingcheng's words suddenly stopped in the middle of speaking, and the whole table suddenly fell into silence.

Zhou Huai's expression was also stunned, and he opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't say it in the end.

Uncle Li, who was on the side, took half a step forward, and said with a decent smile on his face: "Xiaohuai's favorite soup is boiled in the kitchen, and the heat is almost the same at this time, can you see if you want to serve it?" ”

"Well," Bo Mingcheng nodded: "Bring it up, I see that the new cook's cooking is not bad." ”

The weather in the summer is the most unpredictable, just after the sunny day, after dinner, it suddenly rains heavily. Zhou Huai looked at the heavy rain outside the window and hesitated for a while, Bo Mingcheng stood up on crutches: "Look at this rain can't stop for a while, let's live here today, give your parents a call, so as not to worry them." ”

Zhou Huai nodded: "Okay." ”

Unexpectedly, before Zhou Huai could call home, Qiu Hui's phone called. She saw that it was raining too much outside, and she was worried that it would be inconvenient for Zhou Huai to go back, so she asked him to stay at Bo's house for one night.

Bo Mingcheng was easy to get sleepy when he was old, and after only chatting with Zhou Huai for a while, he began to yawn again and again. Zhou Huai saw that he was very tired, so he said softly: "Grandpa, it's not early, you should rest early." ”

Bo Mingcheng smiled and shook his head: "Don't be sleepy, just chat with grandpa." As he spoke, he asked Uncle Li to bring a cup of strong tea.

Zhou Huai knew that Bo Mingcheng's stomach was not good, and he was often uncomfortable drinking strong tea, so he said: "I don't need to go to the set tomorrow, why don't you rest early, and I'll chat with you tomorrow, okay?" ”

Uncle Li also said on the side: "Yes, you see that you are tired for a day, Xiaohuai is also very busy on the set, why don't you rest early tonight, and Xiaohuai will accompany you tomorrow?" ”

Bo Mingcheng was already very sleepy at this time, so he also nodded: "Okay then," he turned his head to look at Uncle Li: "Clean up Xiaohuai's room well, the house has not been occupied for a long time, and I see that there is a dampness in the bedroom." ”

"Yes, sir."

Zhou Huai helped Bo Mingcheng back to his bedroom, and chatted with him for a while before returning to his room.

The whole room is still the same as before, without any movement, and it is very clean. Zhou Huai walked to the wardrobe and opened the cabinet door, and there were rows of brand-new shirts neatly hanging inside, all of which were the brands he was used to wearing and his size.

He stood in front of the closet for a moment, then took his bathrobe from the outermost end and turned to walk towards the bathroom.

When he came out of the bathroom, he wiped the water from his hair and reached for his phone on the bedside table to see if there was any new news. Just as his eyes swept over the bedside table, he suddenly froze, and his gaze fell on the picture frame placed on it.

He straightened up slightly and picked up the frame. Bo Mingcheng in the photo frame is much younger than now, sitting upright in the middle of the seat, and the two teenagers, one tall and one short, are standing behind him very affectionately. Zhou Huai's eyes looked at the slender young man, he was only in his twenties, wearing a white shirt with a stand-up collar, there was no smile on his face, but he had an elegant and introverted demeanor.

He lowered his head and looked at the person in the frame for a moment, then snapped the frame on the bedside table with his backhand.

Zhou Huai didn't sleep very well this night, he had a slight nervous breakdown, the room was wrong, and the pillow was too hard and he was prone to insomnia. When he first moved back to his own house, he took more than a week to slowly get used to it, but he didn't expect to lose sleep when he returned to the room where he had lived for more than ten years, which made him sigh that time is really the most effective medicine to change people's habits.

Bo Mingcheng has always had the habit of going to bed early and getting up early, and when Zhou Huai went downstairs after washing, he was sitting at the dining table and reading the newspaper wearing reading glasses.

Zhou Huai smiled at Bo Mingcheng as he walked down, "Grandpa, morning." ”

Bo Mingcheng's eyes cast over his reading glasses to look at him, and a kind smile appeared on his face: "Got up so early?" I remember you used to like to sleep in. ”

Zhou Huai smiled heartlessly: "Didn't I agree to have breakfast with you last night," he sat down and picked up the roasted toast and took a bite: "Well, it tastes good." ”

After Zhou Huai and Bo Mingcheng had breakfast, they chatted with him in the study for a while before leaving. Bo Mingcheng stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of the study on the second floor and lowered his head slightly and looked downstairs, and about two minutes later, Zhou Huai's slender figure appeared in the courtyard. The driver walked briskly to the back of the car, opened the door, and bowed slightly to him. Zhou Huai smiled and said something to him, and then bent into the car. Then the driver walked to the driver's seat and drove the car away from the thin house.

It wasn't until Zhou Huai's car completely disappeared from view that Bo Mingcheng took his gaze back.

"When did Xiao Huai start doing this?"

"It was probably the end of last year, and it was also a coincidence, but it may be mainly because of ......" Uncle Li paused: "I can earn more in this business." ”

"He's shooting ...... now"

"A costume drama."

"Master," Uncle Li stood aside and asked tentatively, "Do you want to ......?"

Before he could finish speaking, Bo Mingcheng interrupted him: "No, I understand this kid Xiaohuai, I don't like others to meddle in his affairs, let alone ......" He waved his hand: "Forget it, so as not to make him unhappy again." ”

Uncle Li's affection seemed to be a little low, but he still nodded: "Yes." ”

"If you don't interfere, you don't interfere, but you still have to take care of what should be managed, you go and send someone to take a look," Bo Mingcheng gently knocked on the floor with his cane: "Our children, we can't let people bully them." ”