After Mrs. Xie said it, seeing that Xie Yanzhou didn't say anything, she didn't bother to say it, although her grandson is not a gentleman in the real sense, but she is not an obedient child, she has a big idea and a stubborn temperament, if he doesn't figure it out by himself, it's useless for anyone to say.

Xie Yanjun helped his younger brother speak: "Wen Yubai probably doesn't like him very much, Yanzhou has a very average relationship with her, if it is just for the sake of the child and reluctantly together, it will not be happy." ”

Mrs. Xie didn't like Wen Sui, and was even more yin and yang: "Yes, he likes Wen Sui, do you think Wen Sui is as good as her mother?" That girl has a lot of eyes and eyes, and she is spoiled again, so hurry up and be together, I can't control it, and you, Xie Yanjun, did you go to check your body, why did a year pass, and it still didn't work? ”

Xie Yanjun didn't dare to say anything, his smile was gentle, but the soft flesh on his waist was pinched by his wife, and he said, "Grandma, I'll go and check." ”

"It's useless." The old lady was furious.

It was close to zero o'clock, Mrs. Xie and they had already gone to sleep, there was only a group of young people left in the living room on the first floor, playing cards or mahjong, they were shouting and cheering, Xie Yanzhou was sitting next to Xie Yanjun and his wife, and the TV was playing the Spring Festival Gala.

He stared at the screen expressionlessly, and the fireworks outside the window kept blooming in the black velvety night, suddenly brightening and disappearing, a fireworks feast.

He stood up and stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, this side of the window was facing a large artificial lake, there was a pavilion in the middle of the lake, it had not snowed for a long time this year, there was no natural snow in the lake, but the old lady liked to see the snow scene, Xie Guanchen was a nominally top filial piety, and an artificial snow was arranged in the morning, and the snow fell on the pavilion or branches, and some branches were pressed to the point that they could not raise their heads.

In addition to the old lady who likes snow, Wen Yubai also likes snow, but he doesn't like snow very much.

She was once asked, "Why do you like snow?" ”

She was pressing her hands against the glass window, and he hugged her from behind, pressed against each other, and lingered around his neck, smelling the grapefruit on her body, and he buried his head in it and took a deep breath.

Unable to hear her answer, he took her to the windowsill, and as soon as she sat down, she looked at him condescendingly, their living room brightly lit, with suspended dust in the beams, and falling snowflakes outside the window, no matter how white they were, seemed to be inferior to her skin.

She stared at him, and the indifference in her eyes was not fake: "Because I like the embarrassment you look like kneeling in the snow." ”

She really knew how to poke him in the sore spots.

Before he was about to get angry, she put her legs on his shoulders like a princess.

"Are you angry?" She laughed, "Then get angry, it won't be any longer." Her voice was soft.

Xie Yanzhou's anger was easily aroused by her, and easily extinguished by her.

Instead, there is a boredom.

He hated that her emotions could be controlled by her.

But I don't know if the irritability and loneliness on Chinese New Year's Eve reached its peak, and his heart ached slightly, inexplicably remembering the days and nights with her.

Xie Yanzhou stood by the window watching the fireworks, and the group of people behind him had already begun to count down, counting down one by one: "3, 2, 1!" ”

"Happy New Year!"

"Happy New Year, safe and happy New Year."

He took a deep breath, his chest swelled shallowly, and someone seemed to wish him in his ear: "Happy New Year." ”

His heart trembled slightly, he sighed slightly, and turned around.

Wen Sui said: "Yanzhou, happy new year, the new year does not seek great wealth and wealth, but seeks peace and smoothness." ”

Xie Yanzhou was dumbfounded: "Happy New Year." ”

Wen Sui's eyes reflected the glow of fireworks outside the window, gentle and sweet, and he suddenly pulled his lower lip: "Suisui, you have grown up." ”

He just had a moment, as if he saw Aunt Wen, every year when she Chinese New Year's Eve, she likes to cook, especially to make a pot of soup, full of slow heat for several hours, and then put some other ingredients, slowly stewed, when he saw him coming, he would smile and wave to him: "Yanzhou, come and drink soup, did you quarrel with your father again tonight, why can't you father and son keep arguing, come, your hands won't be cold after drinking...... If he beats you again in the future, you will run to Aunt Wen's side, okay, don't stand stunned, it hurts to be beaten. ”

The hot soup enters the esophagus and warms up from the stomach to every part of the body.

Aunt Wen gave him medicine, her eyebrows and eyes were slightly frowned, her eyes were full of distress, her fingers were soft, and her voice was gentle: "Good, it doesn't hurt, Yanzhou will be Aunt Wen's son-in-law in the future, okay?" ”

Xie Yanzhou, many years ago, no matter how many times he heard this question from her, he would answer firmly: "Okay." ”

His promise to Aunt Wen was that he would take good care of Sui, marry her, and treat her well for the rest of his life.

But now what.

The answer to this question has become unknown, he and Wen Yubai have a daughter, even if they marry Sui Sui, he can be good to her like a sister for the rest of his life, but he can't be as good to her as a husband.

A good husband, how can he have another daughter.

Xie Yanzhou retracted his gaze and no longer looked at Wen Sui.

Wen Suijiao said: "Didn't I grow up before, many people on the Internet like me, they all think I'm their idol, I've grown up." ”

Xie Yanzhou hooked his lips silently and didn't say anything.

He rolled his eyes and caught a glimpse of Xie Yanjun and Sheng Siyin kissing inseparably on the sofa, their fingers intertwined, their kissing method was French, romantic and lingering, and a few young people coaxed: "Big brother, be a little more energetic." ”

"Big brother, you're not dignified at all, spicy eyes."

After Xie Yanjun finished kissing, he pressed his wife into his arms, he smiled, helped Sheng Siyin wipe the water on her lips with his thumb, and said, "Legal husband and wife, what's spicy for your eyes." ”

"I almost forgot, my eldest brother got married, and when he got married, he should give out red envelopes, but I forgot about it last year."

Then the group of people begged Xie Yanjun for red envelopes like locusts crossing the border.

Xie Yanzhou pressed his eyebrows, he was noisy, he was wondering, did he give a red envelope to Xiao Jingbai last year, and today last year, he and Wen Yubai also kissed.

This night, Xie Yanzhou stayed in the old mansion, but he never expected that he and Xie Yanjun drank some more wine, but Wen Sui hid in his room only wearing a suspender, and when he appeared, he threw himself into his arms, hugged him, and tiptoed to find his lips.

He subconsciously avoided it.

At this time, another mocking female voice came from outside the door: "It seems that I came at the wrong time." ”

Sheng Siyin doesn't like Wen Sui's character, but he has nothing to say about her and Xie Yanzhou, and if he wants to scold, he shouldn't just scold her, but he should scold Xie Yanzhou.

Sheng Siyin smiled gently, and happened to see her husband again, pointing at Sang and scolding Huai: "Xie Yanjun, I know that men don't have a good thing, and they can't wait for half a year." ”

As soon as Xie Yanjun went upstairs, he couldn't scold his wife, so he turned his head and scolded Xie Yanzhou: "Yes, it's you!" ”