Play fast and fast, eat up the love brain in one bite

This year's New Year's Eve dinner will not be held at the Shen Mansion, but at the Imperial Garden.

At the foot of the city wall, the courtyard houses are low-key and exude an ancient charm on a snowy night.

The old man of the Lin family settled down in Jiang Province when he went to the countryside to work. Later, he took advantage of the favorable conditions and built a business on that fertile land, becoming the richest man in Jiang Province.

The two old people had only one daughter, Lin Pingjun. After their daughter got married, they handed over the family business to their son-in-law and returned to Beijing to spend their remaining years.

The small hall is separated from the Duobao Pavilion, which displays ancient paintings from the Tang Dynasty and elegant porcelain from the Song Dynasty, with a long-lasting ancient charm.

The women were playing cards and chatting in the living room with the TV on.

The old lady started talking about Shen Zezhou again, and also about Chun Nianren.

"Aze rarely comes home, and Xiaonian is also going abroad to study. What about you? I heard that going from Shan to Jiang Province takes two or three months."

His words and actions still showed his worry about the fact that Lin Pingjun and Shen Congshan were rarely together.

Back then, he handed over the huge family business to his son-in-law. Although it was not easy for Shen Congshan to support the family business, people always have biases.

There are countless ready-made examples of people who made their fortunes by relying on their original wives, but in the end they have someone else, transfer their assets, and force their original wives to leave the house.

Lin Pingjun found it funny, but she soothed him gently, "Mom, Congshan knows how to act and will never let me down."

The old lady put the teacup heavily on the table, and looked more and more unhappy as she spoke, the mother and daughter were exactly the same.

Firecrackers exploded outside the window, and children were laughing and chasing each other in the yard.

Shen Zezhou stood in front of the long window of the tea room with his hands in his pockets. He could see Chun Nianren playing with firecrackers with the children from each branch of the Lin family in the courtyard.

Behind him, Mr. Lin was playing chess with Shen Congshan.

The old man was serious and stern, and played chess steadily. He raised a dead piece, then looked at the board without looking up.

"Thank you for your hard work during these three months."

Since the left side of the chessboard was at a disadvantage, Shen Congshan had to look for opportunities on the right side.

"As it should be. Fortunately, everything went well."

Although Xia Mining Group is still at the forefront today, three generations of businessmen are not as good as holding a little power.

It's still too late to plan.

Only when you encounter some constraints can you know where the bottleneck is.

Shen Zezhou had excellent eyesight. Through the glass, he caught a glimpse of a child jumping around holding incense. The scarlet incense tip was hidden in Chun Nianren's down jacket.

Chunnian was so engrossed in his play that he was completely unaware.

He pulled his hands out, pushed open the doors and windows, and stood in the corridor.

When the children heard the voice, they turned around and suddenly fell silent. These little monkeys who were lawless at home were only afraid of him, the big brother.

You push and shove me, not knowing what to do.

Suddenly, a firecracker exploded in the bamboo grove, shaking off the fine snow accumulated on the bamboo leaves, and dripping all over Chunnian's head and face.

She quickly covered her ears and looked up through the light snow to see Shen Zezhou standing in the corridor. The red palace lanterns on the eaves cast shadows, outlining the young man's figure particularly clearly.

"Brother!" She smiled.

Then the little kids' voices of calling "Big Brother" came one after another.

Shen Zezhou waved at her: "Come here."

Chun Nianren went into the corridor, stomped off the snow on his boots, and patted his hair.

Shen Zezhou lowered his head slightly, pinched her arm, put his fingers into her sleeve, and rolled up the cuff.

The incense burnt through her down jacket, but luckily she was wearing a white sweater underneath, so it only scorched the surface and didn't burn into her body, otherwise it would have burned her skin directly.

Chun Nianren blinked and saw the small hole that had been burned through. Seeing that he frowned unhappily, he quickly said, "It's careless. Don't scare them."

Shen Zezhou was very stingy with his glances. The little rascals were still standing in the snow without saying a word. They were not having fun with Chun Nianren like they had just done. Instead, they were holding firecrackers in one hand and a stick of incense in the other, waiting for his instructions.

Chun Nianren pushed his arm into the house, and when he turned around to close the doors and windows, he stuck his head out and gestured to the little kids to go play by themselves.

The New Year’s Eve dinner is the most lively.

The lively little girl has always been liked by the elders.

Among the grandchildren of the Lin family, from Shen Zezhou on down, to the youngest baby who was two months old, there was only one girl, Chun Nianren.

During the dinner, the old man personally asked about Chun Nianren's studies, expressed support for her plan to study abroad, and said that he would pay for her tuition.

Money is small, but care is big.

The old lady sat there kindly and took the lead in giving her a big red envelope.

After going up and down, her uncles, aunts and cousins gave her another round.

The New Year's Eve night is lively and lively until one or two o'clock.

Back at the Shen Mansion, Chun Nianren stood outside Shen Zezhou's bedroom holding a box and raised her hand to knock on the door.

After waiting for a response from inside, she pushed the door open a little. Without turning on the lights, it was quiet inside.

Shen Zezhou stood in the dark corner of the small balcony and clearly saw her slip into his private area like a cat.

A gust of cold wind leaked in through the half-open floor-to-ceiling window.

Chun Nianren went to the small balcony with colorful lights hanging high up, hid the gift box behind him, and only half of his face was sticking out.

It was icy and snowy outside, and the balcony railings were covered with snow.

Shen Zezhou wore a gray shirt with a black cashmere vest, and the lines of his young shoulders and neck formed a sharp arc under the shirt.

Even though I'm dressed for home, I don't feel cold outside.

A scarlet light flickered between the fingers, and the ashes of the burnt cigarette accumulated on the snow on the railing.

"Brother! Do you smoke?"

Her voice exploded in a crisp voice, and her sparkling pupils showed the pride of having caught his pigtail.

"I'm going to tell Aunt Lin!"

After saying that, he ran out with the box in his arms.

Shen Zezhou put out his cigarette on the snow-covered railing, and the sparks disappeared into the pure white with a "hiss".

He took three or two steps into the room and caught up with her. He put his hands on her slender shoulders from behind, stretched out his long arms, and circled her slender neck, holding her throat neither tight nor loose, and pressed her into his arms.

Chun Nianren was pulled backward and bumped into his shoulder. The hard bones hurt him, making him angry and embarrassed.

"elder brother!"

"Little snitch."

Shen Zezhou pressed down her thin body and effortlessly pulled up the French window with his backhand.

"What are you running for?"

His voice was tinged with snow, and his eyes dropped to the box she was guarding tightly.

"For me?"

The girl hid the box in her arms, her eyelashes fluttering, like a kitten guarding its food.

"No."

Shen Zezhou said "oh" seriously.

"examine."

Chun Nianren curled his lips, hesitated for a long time, and then raised his hand to his shoulder.

A faint arc appeared at the corner of Shen Zezhou's lips.

The silk was spread out, and a black scarf with crooked stitches lay quietly in it.

The cashmere material has a soft sheen under the light, but the clumsy stitching reveals the maker's unfamiliarity.

Chun Nian didn't dare to breathe, her eyes wandering between his eyebrows.

What rare treasures has this child of destiny not seen? There is always something he doesn't want, not something he can't get.

"Who is it for?"

Shen Zezhou still had his eyes downcast, his fingers stroking a loose stitch on the edge of his scarf, his Adam's apple moving slightly.

She stammered and only said, "Classmate."

He stared at the scarf, tilted his head, and stretched his shoulder and neck muscles, as if he was doing warm-up exercises on the training field.

"Come to me with something for someone else?"

"Help me see...will it be embarrassing to send it away?"

"meeting."

The words fell with a firm voice.

He didn't consider her fragility and pettiness. The gift box snapped shut, drew a parabola in the air, and landed heavily at the end of the bed.

Chun Nianren's eyes instantly turned red. He turned around angrily to leave, but was held down by a pair of hands on his shoulders.

Shen Zezhou leaned closer, lowered his waist to look at her, suddenly laughed softly, and lowered his hand to hold her delicate wrist.

He sat on the stool at the end of the bed, spread his long legs, and pulled the person towards him.

She was delicate, with red at the corners of her watery eyes.

His palm rested against the back of her hand, his rough thumb stroking the beating pulse in her wrist, and there was a dark light in his eyes.

"Are you in love?"

Chun Nianren's skin was sensitive and she could feel the calluses on his palms.

She suddenly lowered her head, broke free, grabbed his hand, and held it in front of her eyes.

With the little light coming in from the balcony, one could see that Shen Zezhou's pampered palms were covered with several light scars.

Her tears fell without warning on the old wound in his palm, and she stretched out her hands to eagerly feel around him.

"Are you still hurt?"

The sobbing voice was trembling.

"Does it hurt?"

Shen Zezhou looked at her quietly, raised his hand and bent his fingers, wiping her cheek with the back of his fingers, catching a string of pearl-like tears.