The teahouse in Canton is one of the most inseparable things for the locals.

Cantonese people can arrive at the teahouse early in the morning, order a pot of tea and a few baskets of exquisite refreshments, invite relatives and friends to drink tea together, and never get tired from morning to afternoon.

At a time when every city is constantly speeding up the pace of life, only Cantonese people still retain the leisurely laziness in their bones. No matter how much trouble you encounter, you can use the sentence "drink tea first" to reveal it lightly.

The "Tourmaline Building" opened in the center of the city takes a quiet place in the downtown area, and adopts the antique Chinese style to decorate the entire teahouse.

Usually the diners who want to come here for tea are hard to find, and they have to make an appointment long in advance, but today there are distinguished guests who come to the scene for evening tea, and the restaurant refuses all the diners, only serving the guests at that table.

Xiao Yiwen shrugged his shoulders all the way, and when he arrived at the door of the private room, he suddenly straightened his back as if he had changed, coughed, and the people guarding on both sides immediately opened the door for them.

"Young, Xiao Shao."

The two walked in side by side, Xiao Yiwen rarely restrained a little laziness, and shouted at the person sitting in the main seat: "Abba." ”

There was a middle-aged man sitting in that position, with black hair and a lazy energy between his eyebrows and eyes, Xiao Yiwen was exactly the same as him.

He was wearing a white vest inside, a beach-style orange short-sleeved shirt outside, and coconut trees printed on it, which was worn by very down-to-earth locals, but he couldn't stand where his identity was, the ruler of the Xiao family in Yangcheng, no matter how casual he was, no one dared to belittle him.

Nian He shouted softly, "Uncle." ”

Xiao Chong hummed, and the waiters standing behind him pulled away the positions on both sides of him, and Nian Hesheng and Xiao Yiwen sat down on the left and right.

"Eat first."

Xiao Chong moved his chopsticks and sandwiched a shrimp dumpling in Xiao Yiwen's bowl, "How many people do you plan to take this month's monthly exam?" ”

Xiao Yiwen ate it in one bite, "Keep the current results and talk about ......"

"Continuing to be at the bottom of the table? Have your teacher call me? ”

Xiao Yiwen buried his head and remained silent.

Xiao Chong turned his head again and sandwiched Nian Hesheng with a piece of Wujin quicksand, "Try this, your mommy liked this Wujin quicksand bag the most when she was alive." ”

Nian Hesheng took a bite of the chopsticks, and the sweet quicksand entered the tip of his tongue, but he only felt tired, and slowly put it back into the bowl and did not continue to try.

Xiao Chong took in this scene, "It seems that it is not what Mommy likes, but when he is a son, he must like it." ”

Nian Hesheng laughed: "But this does not hinder the fact that I am a mother's son." ”

Xiao Chong's eyes became unfathomable when he looked at this nephew, since his sister's death, although Xiao Nian's two families still maintained a harmonious relationship on the surface, they had already broken off contact in private.

His nephew's parents went early, and the old man of the Nian family had already retired to the background, and now the Nian family in Hong Kong City is represented by Nian Hesheng's uncle Nian Cheng.

As an orphan son with the right to inherit the throne, Nian Hesheng has not been blessed by his parents all these years, and the situation in the Nian family can be imagined.

Xiao Chong: "I heard Ah Wen say that on the birthday of the old man, you were blocked by Nian Cheng's people. ”

On the old man's birthday, Xiao Yiwen went to celebrate the birthday on behalf of the Xiao family, knowing the whole process of that night, and fighting for Nian Hesheng.

"Abba, Nian Cheng's grandson made it clear that he didn't want Viktor to participate in Old Man Nian's birthday, he wanted Viktor to be embarrassed in front of Nian's family!"

Xiao Chong had already known the beginning and end of this matter, and when Xiao Yiwen finished speaking, he looked at Nian Hesheng again.

"In order to pull your uncle off the horse, give yourself a knife, ruthless enough but useless. You want to use family affection to test whether the old man will favor you, but it's a pity that your family is ...... How many years it lasts, how many years of family infighting. ”

The Nian family has been entrenched in Hong Kong City for many years, and it has long been deeply rooted, and the powerful background and monstrous wealth that the Nian family has are to a degree that ordinary people dare not dream of.

Such a big family, as long as the surname is Nian, everyone is eager to ascend to the throne of the talker, even if they step on the throne of blood relatives.

Therefore, family affection is the cheapest existence for the Nian family.

Nian Hesheng raised his hand to signal the waiter to renew tea for him and Xiao Chong, and in the face of Xiao Chong's sharp point, he seemed calm.

"My grandfather also replaced his brother, and he has been in charge of the Nian family for so many years. Now that he is older and his heart has softened, it is hard to guarantee that he will not think more about himself. ”

Family infighting is not uncommon, but this does not mean that the old man can condone his juniors to follow his own old path and continue to be so unscrupulous.

Since you can attack your own nephew, when the time comes, won't you attack your biological father?

This time, the old man agreed to come to Yangcheng with Nian Hesheng, which means that he has begun to be afraid of Nian Cheng.

The Nian family can reach the sky with their hands and eyes in Hong Kong City, but in Yangcheng, at least there is the Xiao family enough to make Nian Cheng jealous and will not easily attack Nian Hesheng.

The aroma of the big red robe was overflowing, Xiao Chongming took a sip, and said with a smile: "So you came to Yangcheng to change your surname to Xiao?" ”

"The surname is just a word for me, and the surname Xiao has no difference for me."

Xiao Chong raised his finger at him and shook it, "That's not what I said, how did our Xiao family's daughter die in your Nian family back then, I won't forget this account." ”

His most beloved sister, the eldest lady who is loved by the Xiao family, married into the Nian family intact, but was finally sent back in a blur of flesh and blood.

Nian Hesheng still had a gentle smile on his face, but the fingers holding the chopsticks tightened uncontrollably, "Uncle, I won't forget." ”

Xiao Yiwen sensed that the atmosphere was wrong, raised his head and called out to Abba, Xiao Chong turned around and patted him on the shoulder, "Eat you." ”

Nian Hesheng toasted Xiao Chong with tea instead of wine.

Xiao Chong nodded and said, "You are more sensible than Awen." ”

Xiao Chong loves to drink tea, and Nian Hesheng and Xiao Yiwen accompany him to eat from nine o'clock to the early hours of the morning, and this evening tea is drunk.

Xiao Yiwen accompanied Xiao Chong to stand at the door of the tourmaline building, yawning and watching the car with the sound of the cranes leaving, "Abba, let's go back to sleep." ”

Xiao Chong looked at his son's unobtrusive appearance, and remembered Nian Hesheng's appearance just now, which was a good way to advance and retreat, and his speech and demeanor were very good, and he couldn't help but raise his leg and kick him.

are all cousins who are related to each other, why is there so much difference?

"Abba, why are you kicking me?"

"You are at the bottom of this exam, Lao Tzu will pick you a layer of skin!"

After Nian Hesheng arrived in Yangcheng, the old man placed two houses for him in Yangcheng.

One is a large flat near No. 2 Middle School, and the other is a single-family villa in the suburbs.

It was too late, and he asked Wu Ming to drive back to the house near No. 2 Middle School.

When he got home, he washed up and went to bed.

As soon as he closed his eyes, Xiao Chong's sentence "How did my Xiao family's daughter die in the Nian family" was like an alarm bell, echoing in his mind, uncontrollably evoking his memories that had been buried for many years.

His mother, who was always beautiful and graceful in front of people, fell from the top floor of her home on a sunny afternoon, fell into the blooming roses in the backyard, and fell in front of his eyes, becoming a pool of bloody corpses.

The white rose was dyed bright red, and the boundless red took all the sight of the crane, and the strange red in front of him occupied all his retina.

He jerked his eyes open from the bed, and the undersides of his eyes began to stain with blood at some point.

He turned on the bedside lamp and raised his hand to pinch his eyebrows, a bead of sweat hanging from his tight jawline.

The bedroom was silent, full of air conditioning, but his expression was condensed, and he didn't feel sleepy at all.

Nian Hesheng got out of bed, walked into the study, took out the math study book, concentrated and thought about writing the questions, and overshadowed the factors that interfered with him.

It took him twenty minutes to finish the inscription, and when he closed the cover, there was a slight gust of wind, and a light creamy fragrance that should not have been there wafted into the tip of his nose abruptly.

He lowered his eyes and opened the title page of the exercise book, and there were three words written on it that were completely different from his handwriting - Yan Yimu.

"Huh."

He laughed out loud, rubbed his eyebrows and whispered, "Yan Yimu ......"

Yan Yimu started early on Sunday and went to the supermarket to buy fresh milk, butter and cheese.

She has been very fond of eating desserts since she was a child, and later when she grew up, she began to look for strategies on the Internet to learn to make her own, and the more she made it, the more she loved it, so she gave birth to a small dream, hoping to open her own dessert shop when she grew up.

Nian Hesheng doesn't like sweet, she plans to make a salty soufflé to thank him, than to spend money outside, she always makes it more to reflect her heart.

Xia Jiyun went out with friends on Saturday to play a day of golf, was tired and paralyzed, and slept directly to dinner the next day, and smelled a fragrance that woke him up.

He was half-asleep, and he instinctively walked out of the room to the kitchen, and saw Yan Yimu wearing a red and white checkered strawberry ruffle apron, half-bent over to take out the food that woke him up from the oven.

Yan Yimu put the roasted black pepper soufflé on the table, and as soon as she looked up, she saw Xia Jiyun who was disheveled, she quickly turned her head, "You put on your clothes!" ”

Xia Jiyun looked down and saw that he slept until midnight last night, and he was left with a pair of pajama pants on his body, and his upper body was still naked.

He woke up instantly, turned his head and ran back to the bedroom, grabbed a T-shirt from the closet, looked at himself in the mirror, and scratched his hair with some irritation.

"Xia Jiyun, do you want to eat soufflé?"

Xia Jiyun hesitated for a few seconds, took his mobile phone and went out again.

The kitchen is open, and he sits down at a marble table in front of the cooking table, in front of which is a fragrant soufflé that looks fluffy and lovely.

He took a spoon and took a bite, "Aunt Cai didn't come to cook?" ”

Yan Yimu was cleaning up the kitchen, "Her grandson is sick, I went to the supermarket to buy some fast food, you can pad some first." ”

Xia Wei is a strong woman who is away from home all the year round, and invited an aunt to cook for them on weekends.

Xia Jiyun ate the soufflé three times and divided five by two, "Why is it salty?" ”

"Isn't it delicious?" Yan Yimu turned around and asked him.

He pulled out a tissue and wiped his mouth, "Make do." ”

Yan Yimu saw that the plate pretending to be soufflé was empty, according to Xia Jiyun's personality, if it was unpalatable, he would spit it out even if he took a bite, and now it seems that it tastes good.

Affirmed by the guinea pig for the tasting, Yan Yimu packed the remaining soufflé in the carton he bought.

Xia Jiyun sat in the seat and watched her fiddle with the packaging boxes of those little girls, guessing that she was probably a good sister for her again, and yawned, "Did you record a video?" How's your dessert blogger doing? ”

Yan Yimu was bumped into by him while talking to himself while making desserts in the kitchen, Yan Yimu couldn't hide it, and told him that he had applied for an account on a social platform and was being a dessert blogger.

Yan Yimu's hand was stunned, and her eyelashes drooped a little, "I don't have time to do ......"

Xia Jiyun didn't care, answered Xia Wei's call, agreed a few words, and handed the phone to Yan Yimu, "My mother." ”

Yan Yimu immediately wiped his hands and picked them up, with a hint of caution in his tone, "Aunt Wei." ”

"Mu Mu, how is your leg?"

"It's almost good, thank you Aunt Wei for your concern."

"It's okay, your Latin dance teacher CLEAR is going to start a new class in the second half of the year, I'll give you a new one?"

Yan Yimu has been Latin since elementary school, and Clear is the teacher who teaches her now.

Her expression was a little tangled, and she finally bit her lower lip, "Aunt Wei, forget it this semester, I'm a little busy studying in the second year of high school......"

Xia Wei didn't persuade much, "Okay, you have to learn to tell me again." ”

"Well, thank you, Aunt Wei."

Yan Yimu handed the mobile phone back to Xia Jiyun, and heard him say: "Three days of fishing, two days of drying nets." ”

This is saying that Yan Yimu learned Latin, fishing for three days and drying nets for two days.

Yan Yimu, who was originally fine, suddenly turned red in his eyes, and rarely retorted to Xia Jiyun, "You don't understand anything at all......

After speaking, he ran back to the bedroom on the second floor, leaving Xia Jiyun frowning.

Was he wrong?

After studying Latin for so many years, it is said that if you don't learn, you won't learn, what is it if you don't fish for three days and dry your nets for two days?

Yan Yimu's bedroom has a large full-length mirror, and a girl with a bumpy figure is clearly reflected in the mirror at this moment.

The apron on her body was not taken, but still tied around her waist, and her waist appeared thinner, and the originally plump upper circumference was visually lined with more plump.

She saw her breasts in the mirror, and her clear eyes were full of grievances and pain that she shouldn't have at her age.

She was a lively child, she liked to dance Latin and run, but since she began to develop in puberty, every time she ran and danced Latin dance, the gaze of those people of the opposite sex who stayed on her changed.

Obviously, there was nothing wrong with the clothes she was wearing, but those lewd and lewd eyes always stayed on her sensitive chest like maggots, making her feel like she had become a naked object, being looked at, peeking at, and playing with with her eyes.

She felt ashamed, aggrieved, and more helpless.

She didn't have a mother, and she didn't know who to talk to, and she could only use the methods she could think of to get rid of the eyes that bothered her.

So gradually, she was no longer enthusiastic about physical education and did not dance Latin in front of people.

Buy clothes and choose loose styles that don't show her figure, school uniforms always choose large sizes that can wrap her whole body, and even underwear She will deliberately choose styles that show small breasts or directly smaller models, and tightly bind the troubles on her chest in her clothes.

She wanted to continue dancing, but Latin dance was known for being unrestrained, passionate, and sexy.

These words made her shy away, she didn't want to show her figure in front of people, she didn't want to feel the gazes that wanted to rip off all her clothes.

So the love in her heart was forced back by her.

The difference between boys and girls from the beginning of their physiological structure made Xia Jiyun unable to understand her distress at all.

The fluttering sentence of "three days of fishing and two days of drying nets" covers all her entanglements and pains, and negates all the efforts she has made in the past.

Yan Yimu squatted in front of the mirror, encircled herself in a self-protective posture, her shoulders trembled uncontrollably, and the suppressed sobs were so small that they were almost inaudible in the bedroom.