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

In the early autumn of 1999, the roar of airplane engines shook the silence of the New York sky, and contrail lights pierced the indigo night.

Sixteen hours later, this international flight from the United States landed at Beijing North Airport.

Dusk spread across the airport runway like diluted blue ink, and the aircraft gangway cast long and thin shadows in the cold white light.

Chun Nianren stepped out of the cabin and saw Jingbei City again after four years.

The sky darkened and the evening sky became a quiet deep blue.

Fifty meters away, a black Cherokee was parked quietly in the evening.

The man leaned against the car door to crush the cigarette butt. The moment the sparks flew, he took off his sunglasses, revealing the features that were familiar to her but had been sculpted even more coldly by time and experience.

Shen Zezhou's eyes were always focused on the graceful figure walking down the gangway with the crowd.

She held a cowhide briefcase in her left hand and her right hand was deep in the pocket of her camel windbreaker.

The evening breeze lifted her long dark blue hair, and her thin outline gradually emerged in the backlight. Her frail figure cut off all the noise around her, and existed only in his undercurrent of gaze.

Until Chun Nianren stood in front of him, leaning her face lightly on his shoulder.

"elder brother."

Shen Zezhou's palm, covered with gun calluses, was suspended in the air, and he finally restrained himself and lightly pressed on the back of her neck.

"Welcome home."

In spring, the wandering body and mind of people fall back to their home.

Such a warm and affectionate atmosphere was suddenly broken by a sentence in poor Chinese with a strange accent.

"Mud howl~"

Shen Zezhou's brows suddenly lowered, and he slowly raised his eyes, his gaze like a sharp blade drawn from its sheath fixed on this foreigner.

Chun Nianren almost forgot about William who was traveling with him.

She raised her head and introduced herself to Shen Zezhou.

"William, my classmate at Penn."

William immediately gave him a smile as bright as a sunflower.

"William is obsessed with Eastern culture. When he heard that I was returning to China, he decided to go with me so I could have a companion."

She was talking about the reason why William went with her, and she didn't notice that Shen Zezhou's eyes had deepened.

The metal temples made a slight "click" sound as they folded. Shen Zezhou casually pinned his sunglasses to his shirt pocket, hummed without any emotion, and opened the car door for her.

"Get in the car. As for your classmate's love of traveling... I'll find someone to receive him tomorrow and take care of him. He'll feel right at home."

William paid no attention to the words, and his eyes lit up when he heard the words "feel at home".

What a fool.

The night is getting darker.

In four years, the Shen Mansion has not changed much, only the bushes and vegetation have become more lush and verdant.

Lin Pingjun was still well-maintained, beautiful and fashionable. She stood on the porch terrace looking around and had been waiting for a long time.

Finally, there was movement outside the gate, and beams of car lights pierced the darkness of the street, coming from far away.

The wrought iron gate opened in response.

Shen Zezhou's black Cherokee rolled over the broken shadows of the sycamore trees on the ground, turned the steering wheel, and drove into the house.

Chun Nianren was sitting in the passenger seat. When he saw Lin Pingjun walking down the stairs quickly, his eyes turned red and tears welled up in his eyes.

As soon as the car stopped, she couldn't wait to open the door and ran towards Lin Pingjun, throwing herself into Lin Pingjun's warm arms like a tired bird flying into the forest.

"Aunt Lin!"

Lin Pingjun patted her back gently, her eyes slightly red.

"What's so good about being abroad? People are all skinny."

She buried her face in Lin Pingjun's shoulder, her voice muffled.

"Not at all. Nothing compares to home."

He turned his face away, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes with the back of his hand, and then came out of Lin Pingjun's arms.

The childish complaint made Lin Pingjun burst into laughter. He was about to lead her into the house when he turned his eyes and noticed the people who got off the car before and after Shen Zezhou.

He's a blond foreigner.

With a smile still on his face, his heart skipped a beat. He asked suspiciously, "Who is this?"

Without waiting for Chun Nianren to introduce him, Shen Zezhou closed the car door.

"Classmate Nian Nian, I'm here for a trip."

"Oh!"

Lin Pingjun breathed a sigh of relief and smiled warmly.

"welcome."

She was afraid that this foreigner was the one her little girl brought back.

Chun Nianren went upstairs to her room first to wash up, cleared off the dust and fatigue, changed her clothes and walked out of the bedroom.

William's Chinese voice with an exotic accent could be faintly heard from downstairs, along with a male voice with a Beijing accent.

She walked downstairs. Everything in the hall of the Shen Mansion was still furnished as before, with the copper-gilt chandelier casting a dazzling halo of light.

Shen Zezhou stood in front of the arched lattice window, his back looking dignified, and the dark green velvet curtains beside him seemed to be unveiling the curtain of his painting.

I don't know who he is talking to on the phone.

William was in the small living room, and opposite him sat a man in a floral shirt with red roses printed on it, and his trousers were nipped at the waist. He was as... dashing as ever.

The two of them had a pleasant conversation. The foreigner insisted on speaking Chinese, while the Chinese insisted on speaking English. I have to say, it was quite interesting to watch.

"Brother Fanjie?"

Dong Fanjie jumped up from the sofa when he heard the sound.

"Oh my Nianren sister."

Shen Zezhou's friends always like to call her that.

"I haven't seen you for a few years. I wouldn't even recognize you outside. Your friend is my friend. Just leave him to me and put your trust in him. From north to south, I'll definitely make sure he has a blast!"

William was completely unaware of the fate that was about to befall him.

"Chun, we Li people are very cute."

You people here are very hospitable.

Chun Nianren coughed lightly, and his throat felt itchy, and his fake cough almost turned into a real choking.

Forget it, a dead Taoist friend is not a poor Taoist.

She turned her head to look at Shen Zezhou, but he hadn't finished his call yet.

Shen Zezhou saw everything clearly through the reflection in the glass, and his attention was drawn to Chun Nianren since her figure appeared on the stairs.

The person on the other end of the phone was respectfully asking for instructions, his voice cold and emotionless.

"Well, except for Jingbei, send them away in a month."

After the call ended, he turned around and the flip phone in his palm closed with a "click".

Sister Zhou came out of the kitchen carrying a carved silver cup and said with a smile, "It's time to eat."

The crystal chandelier illuminates the restaurant, and a table of delicious dishes is laid out on the mahogany dining table.

The foreign guest marveled at every dish, his blond hair trembling as he nodded repeatedly, gave a thumbs-up, his emerald eyes filled with undisguised amazement, and he was full of praise.

"Meiwei!"

"You mean delicious?"

Dong Fanjie sat next to William and laughed at his Chinese.

Sweet and sour spare ribs, eight-treasure duck, crab meat and lion's head, shredded ham with chicken sauce, all of them are Chunnian people's favorites.

Lin Pingjun gently scooped up a spoonful of pickled pork with preserved vegetables. A few slices of tender bamboo shoots and bacon floated on the milky white soup, steaming hot.

She poured the soup into a plain white porcelain bowl and handed it to Chun Nianren.

"Your Uncle Shen was supposed to be back today, but he was delayed by a rainstorm on the way. But he will definitely be home early tomorrow morning. Look, they are both so busy all year round that they can't even come home..."

Chun Nianren listened and agreed, and was about to take over when his fingertips suddenly stopped on the edge of the porcelain bowl.

From the moment she came into this world, she had already changed the trajectory of the original plot.

Will Shen Congshan and Lin Pingjun’s midlife crisis happen again?

There is no specific appearance time and no description of her appearance in the unfinished novel... Who is this woman who will cause Shen Congshan to become mentally wandering in the future but whose name never appears from beginning to end?