The snow on the twenty-fourth night continued intermittently until the twenty-sixth. When she woke up in the morning, she found that He Shiyi was still wearing yesterday's clothes, lying on the side of her bed and falling asleep.

That person couldn't have slept all night here!

"You're awake." Xu is shallow movements woke up He Shiyi, and He Shiyi raised his head to look at Qingqian.

"Hmm." Sleeping on his stomach like this is naturally extremely uncomfortable, and he is not very good at looking at the complexion of He Shiyi, and his brows are also frowned.

"Are you feeling better?" Since the injury, these kinds of words have become the opening words of the dialogue between He Shiyi and Qingqian.

"Well, my head hurts." Xu is father's news is too exciting, Qingqian is in a good mood, he wants to eliminate He Shiyi's depression, and he can't help but want to tease He Shiyi a little.

"What's wrong? I went to call a doctor. He Shiyi's face changed suddenly, and he got up to go out to call a doctor.

"Ahh Qingqian raised his hand to pull He Wet's clothes, but he was almost taken out of bed by He Wetclothes.

"I'm much better, kidding you!" Qing Qian bent the corners of his mouth and chuckled at He Shiyi, who looked anxious.

"How can you joke casually? Is. He Shiyi quickly turned around, hugged Qingqian back to the bed, touched Qingqian's forehead, and the anxious look on his face had not faded.

The woman opposite, with a delicate smile, looked particularly good in the first rays of sunlight in the morning.

He Shiyi didn't expect that Qingqian would have such a big change after sleeping. And the reason for this transformation, he knows. I can't imagine what the consequences will be after knowing the truth.

"I'm sorry, I'm just so happy." Qing Qian was still not used to being too intimate with He Shiyi, and his face was slightly red.

"Qingqian, I said that I will explain some things to you......" Looking at such a shallowness, He Shiyi knew that there were some things that could not be hidden, and his expression became serious.

"Say it! I'm listening! Qing Qian sat on the bed, lowered his head, and drew circles with his fingers on the quilt, and the silk surface of the quilt was very smooth.

"Actually, I ...... I am the illegitimate son of Commander Luo. He Shiyi Ran looked at the light and his expression was gloomy.

"Oh!" All the questions of Qingqian have been explained in He Shiyi's sentence.

"Actually, I only found out recently." He Shiyi couldn't see Qingqian's expression, and listening to Qingqian's slightly understanding tone, He Shiyi couldn't help but add.

"...... you?" He Shiyi seemed to want to ask something, but he didn't know where to start.

"What kind of parents you want is not something you can choose. And with a father like Commander Luo, your career in the future will be much smoother. A smile returned to his shallow face, and He Shiyi only felt like a silent sarcasm when he looked at it.

"It's really thanks to your identity this time, otherwise my life would not be saved! ......"Qing Qian is still talking.

“……”

"Don't say any more." He Shiyi interrupted the shallow chatter, and his voice increased in vain. The left hand stroked his forehead irritably.

"I'm just sad, why are you the son of Commander Luo." Yan Qingqian's tone gradually lowered, and the movements of turning in circles on the quilt became slower and slower. The red quilt and the silver thread embroidered pattern spread throughout the quilt.

"I'm sorry." He Shiyi approached the side of the bed and hugged Qingqian.

In such an early morning, the warm sunlight slowly shines into the quiet room through a gap in the curtains. The two people who hugged each other had their own hearts, sad and sorry......

He Shiyi came down from upstairs, He Xinwan had already prepared breakfast, sat downstairs in the dining room and waited.

The hall and dining room are open-plan, and when He Shiyi comes down the stairs, he has a panoramic view of everything downstairs. Seeing the petite mother sitting alone in the huge hall, my heart couldn't help but feel astringent.

The corridor was originally covered with a thick carpet, and the floor was silent. But when He Wetyi appeared at the staircase, He Xinwan saw it. When she saw He Shiyi coming down from upstairs, she hurriedly got up from the chair and didn't speak, just watched silently from afar. Looking at He Shiyi straight towards her, the joy in his eyes just couldn't hide it.

"I asked Aunt Zhuang to prepare your favorite eight-treasure porridge, do you want to try it." He Xinwan's tone seemed a little cautious, for fear that something wrong would make He Wetyi unhappy.

"Hmm." He Shiyi didn't look at He Xinwan's expression, but walked to He Xinwan's side silently, pulled the chair in front of her a little, and invited He Xinwan to sit on the chair. turned around and took out the porridge and side dishes from the tray brought by the servant, placed them one by one in front of He Xinwan's table, pulled out a chair next to He Xinwan, and turned to look at Zhuang Xiaoxian, who had been standing behind He Xinwan; "Aunt Zhuang, you can also have breakfast with our mother and son, okay?"

He Xinwan looked at He Shiyi's series of silent movements in a daze, and Zhuang Xiaoxian, who was standing next to him, was slightly moved and smiled softly; "Good".

The dinner table was very quiet, He Xinwan drank porridge for a while, and couldn't help but glance at He Shiyi next to him, as if he was afraid that he would run away.

Xu was prepared a long time ago, the porridge was hot and appropriate, and it looked very warm to eat on such a cold and snowy day. In a small porcelain bowl, white rice, mung beans, red beans, peanuts, lotus seeds...... Red, green, green, lively and sweet. Among them, lotus seeds are the majority. Looking at those white and lovely lotus seeds, He Shiyi's hand holding the soup spoon stiffened slightly.

"This season, how can there be lotus seeds?" He Shiyi drank porridge and looked up to ask He Xinwan as if unintentionally, his tone was flat, as if he was talking about ordinary family life.

"I know you like to put lotus seeds in eight-treasure porridge. These lotus seeds are all specially stored by Xiaowan for you. I just brought some this time, and there is a sack over there in the bamboo garden! Zhuang Xiaoxian looked at He Xinwan stunned, and said with a smile.

"Well, I'll eat more then." He Shiyi seemed to be in a good mood.

"Eat more, Miss Yan, I have prepared ginseng porridge, cook it thicker and send it up." He Xinwan came back to her senses, said curtly, and sandwiched the side dishes into He Wet's bowl.

"Hmm." He wet clothes picked up the side dishes in the bowl and ate them.

After breakfast, He Shiyi was not in a hurry to go out, nor did he go upstairs. When Zhuang Xiaoxian came down after serving Qingqian after eating porridge, he saw the mother and son sitting in the living room, and the atmosphere was very cold and hard. He Shiyi's face was not ugly, but He Xinwan's eyes were faintly shining with tears, Zhuang Xiaoxian's heart jumped, and he hurried over.

"Aunt Zhuang, you can help me persuade my mother to go to Yaci's side." He Shiyi got up from the sofa and greeted Zhuang Xiaoxian.

Zhuang Xiaoxian looked at He Shiyi in surprise.

"I'm not going." Zhuang Xiaoxian bit his lip, with a determined look on his face.

"Wet clothes, why do you want Xiao Wan to return to the commander?" Zhuang Xiaoxian's expression was very serious.