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When entering from the entrance of Xiaoli Village, Song Yan couldn't help feeling nervous, just like a prospective son-in-law who was visiting the village for the first time, his heart was full of nervousness and anticipation.

The villagers he met along the way glared at him when they saw him.

What surprised Song Yan was that they actually managed to hold back and not beat him up.

Then he thought that it was because of Shu Changyu that the villagers kept their distance from him.

After walking for half a minute, Song Yan finally stood in front of the Shu family's door.

He took a deep breath, calmed his nervous mood, then raised his hand and knocked on the door.

There was a knock on the door, and then the voice of Brother Sheng San came from inside: "I'm coming!"

Shu Changsheng opened the door and when he saw Song Yan, his expression immediately became complicated: "It's you, Xiao Song."

It’s not Shu Changsheng’s fault for his weird attitude. A few days ago, when Shu Changyu came back, he was wearing a cashmere collar around his neck, and he refused to take it off even when eating.

As soon as Mrs. Wu saw the wind collar, she immediately understood what he meant. She covered her mouth and couldn't help laughing, "This wind collar was given to you by Xiao Song, right?"

When Shu Changsheng heard this, he almost spit out the food in his mouth. He felt mixed emotions, not knowing whether to say "as expected" or "shocked".

Xiao Song's admiration for Chang Yu is obvious.

And Changyu doesn't seem to be completely indifferent to Xiaosong either.

The most troublesome thing is that Xiao Song has no idea that Chang Yu is a man.

What a thing!

Shu Changsheng felt like his brain was about to explode.

Noticing that Shu Changsheng was looking at her in a strange way, Song Yan couldn't help but get nervous again: "Third brother, what's wrong?"

"It's okay." Shu Changsheng forced out a friendly smile and opened the door. "Come in, Changyu is also at home today."

Song Yan came in with the New Year gift and greeted Mr. and Mrs. Shu first: "This is the snack I made myself, please have a taste, uncle and aunt."

"Xiao Song, you are so thoughtful." Shu's mother took the gift with a smile and found that in addition to the snacks, there was also a small jar of wine, and homemade smoked bacon, sausages, and so on.

He also prepared small gifts for several children in the family, which clearly showed that he was very thoughtful.

Shu's father took out a red envelope from his pocket and handed it to him.

Song Yan waved her hands quickly, with a shy smile on her face: "How can this be done?"

Mother Shu gently patted the back of Song Yan's hand, her eyes full of love: "Xiao Song, in our hearts, you are just like our own child. Take this red envelope, it's a little token of our appreciation."

Seeing that Shu's mother insisted, Song Yan stopped refusing and respectfully took the red envelope, feeling a warm feeling in her heart.

Not only that, even several sisters-in-law of the Shu family gave him red envelopes.

Song Yan was flattered for a while. The Shu family was too enthusiastic towards him.

While everyone was chatting, Second Brother Shu had already impatiently opened the jar of wine, and a rich aroma of wine immediately filled the air.

He dipped his fingertips in the wine on the jar, tasted it, and his eyes lit up immediately: "Xiao Song, your wine is strong enough, no wonder Chang Yu got drunk last time."

Mrs. Deng pinched his arm and complained softly, "You only know how to drink. Aren't you afraid that drinking too much will harm your health?"

Brother Shu chuckled, rubbed his pinched arm, and said to Mrs. Deng, "Don't worry, I know my limits and I won't get drunk."

"Does your sense of propriety mean the time when you get drunk and almost rip someone's roof off?" Brother Shu teased him.

"Please don't do that. If you do that again, the whole family won't be able to hold you down."

Song Yan at the side also interrupted: "Second Brother Shu, don't be fooled by the aroma of this wine. Although this wine is fragrant, it has a strong aftertaste."

Brother Shu laughed and said, "That was an exception. I promise I won't drink that much this time."

While they were chatting and laughing, Shu Dabao from the inner room came out with his two younger sisters and greeted Song Yan.

Song Yan then took out a red envelope and handed it to Shu Dabao and his two sisters.

"Thank you, brother." Several children took the red envelope and bowed obediently to express their gratitude.

Shu Dabao raised his little face and asked Song Yan curiously: "Big brother, are you here to look for the boss?"

Song Yan scratched the bridge of his nose with his fingers and replied sheepishly: "I'm here to pay New Year's greetings."

Seeing this, Mrs. Wu couldn't help but smile: "Shu Changyu is still resting in his room. You might as well go and wake him up. Otherwise, he might even miss lunch and sleep until the afternoon."

Song Yan hesitated for a moment.

Although the separation between men and women in the countryside is not so strict, Shu Changyu is an unmarried girl after all, and it seems inappropriate for him to wake her up himself.

Seeing that Shu's father and mother had no objection, Song Yan suddenly felt a strange feeling.

No, this is too abnormal.

Shu Changsheng seemed to have something to say, but he hesitated.

Song Yan wanted to refuse, but at this moment, his mind was like a mess and his thoughts were confused.

By the time he reacted, he was already standing in front of Shu Changyu's door.

He raised his hand and knocked on the door.

Shu Changyu's voice was heard from inside the room, sounding a little hazy and angry.

"roll!"

Song Yan: "...Shu Changyu, it's me."

After a while, the door creaked open and Shu Changyu appeared in front of the door. He was wearing an inner shirt with his collar casually open.

If Song Yan looked closely, she might be able to spot the slightly clear outline of his Adam's apple on his neck.

However, Song Yan just took a quick glance, lowered his eyes and didn't look any further.

Perhaps because he had just woken up, Shu Changyu's voice was slightly hoarse: "Why are you here?"

Song Yan scratched his head and said, "I came to wish my uncle and aunt a happy new year."

"Oh." Shu Changyu didn't care and pulled his arm into the house.

Song Yan didn't dare look directly at Shu Changyu, so her eyes fell on the decoration of the room, trying to divert her attention.

Shu Changyu's room was not as delicate and exquisite as a girl's boudoir. Instead, it revealed a bit of casualness and unruliness.

The room was simply furnished, with a large bed occupying the center of the view. The bedding on the bed was slightly messy, obviously because he got up in a hurry and didn't have time to tidy it up.

There are several calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall, with wild brushstrokes that coincide with Shu Changyu's personality.

Shu Dabao came in with a basin of water and urged in a clear voice, "Boss, it's time to wash up."

Shu Changyu responded lazily, rolled up his sleeves, revealing his strong wrists.

Song Yan felt a little embarrassed, so she turned her head and looked out the window.

There is an osmanthus tree facing the window. It is the cold season now and the osmanthus flowers have already withered, but there are still a few yellow leaves hanging on the branches.

If it were at the turn of summer and autumn, this tree would be full of lush green leaves, fragrant flowers, and be extremely beautiful.

At this time, Song Yan heard no movement behind him. He turned around and saw Shu Changyu undressing behind him without any scruples.

"Shu Changyu!" Song Yan's ears turned red when she quickly saw that his clothes had slipped to his shoulders.

He raised his hands to cover his eyes and hurried out the door, almost bumping into the door frame in his haste.

Shu Changyu looked at Song Yan's embarrassed escape, raised his eyes slightly, and snorted, "That's all the courage you have."

With a "bang", Song Yan slammed the door shut.

Inside the house, Shu Changyu had taken off his shirt, revealing his strong chest.

He curled his lips and said to himself: "You don't want to see it, so don't blame me."