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

Chun Nianren's fingertips trembled slightly, but he held the small white porcelain bowl steadily in his palm.

Lin Pingjun was busy picking out fish bones and didn't notice anything unusual about her.

"Your grandparents always talk about you."

Chun Nianren suddenly smiled, with a slight dimple on her cheek.

"I brought gifts for my grandparents. I'll go visit them tomorrow."

When the Shen family adopted Chun Nianren, their household registration was in Jiang Province, and the Lin family's household registration was in Beijing North. The old man said it was better to settle in Beijing North, so Chun Nianren was registered in the Lin family's household registration.

To be precise, it is Mr. Lin’s account.

After Lin Pingjun got married, her household registration moved out, and now there are only the two elders of the Lin family and Chun Nianren.

Chun Nianren never followed Shen Zezhou's way of addressing the old man and old lady of the Lin family, but instead called them grandpa and grandma.

Lin Pingjun put down her chopsticks, pretended to be displeased, and spoke with a hint of anger.

"Niannian, are the gifts only for grandpa and grandma?"

Chun Nianren was in no hurry to explain and took the small bowl.

"How could I forget you?"

After serving the soup, he placed it next to Lin Pingjun, then turned and smiled towards the kitchen, "Sister Zhou, could you please take down my small suitcase later, the red one on top?"

"okay!"

Sister Zhou's response drifted from the kitchen, mixed with the rustling of her apron, filled with unconcealable joy.

Lin Pingjun's eyes and eyebrows were filled with a satisfied smile.

"That's pretty much it."

Her eyes passed over Shen Zezhou's face and paused on his face deliberately, trying to suppress her smile.

Dinner was over and the elders had already left. The remaining wine glasses on the table reflected the warm light. Dong Fanjie and William had already drunk so much that their ears were red.

Chun Nianren walked out of the carved gate and saw the two men, who were arm in arm and starting to call each other brothers, out.

The night wind blew in with the fragrance of osmanthus, and she lingered under the porch.

Dong Fanjie walked down the stairs, half of his body hanging on William's shoulder, but he still did not forget to look back.

"Nianren's sister——"

His drawn-out voice smelled of alcohol, and he patted William on the shoulder.

"This distinguished guest who has come from afar, I will take him away with me!"

After saying that, she raised her hand towards Shen Zezhou who was standing behind her.

Chun Nianren looked back following his gaze and saw Shen Zezhou following him out.

The man was slightly drunk and looked lazy, with his hands in his pockets and his shoulders leaning against the door.

The warm light from the porch gave him a rough edge. His eyebrows were strong under his short black hair. His white shirt with the top button unbuttoned was tucked into his army green trousers. The brown belt showed off his narrow waistline, like an unsheathed saber immersed in the night.

She suddenly felt a burning sensation behind her ears, so she had to look away and turned back to watch the passengers get into the car.

The Shen family's driver sent the person away.

Shen Zezhou stared at her back without blinking.

In four years, her growth has been remarkable.

She lost her coquettishness and responded calmly. She would also smile without saying anything, keeping a distance and having an attitude.

She is no longer the little girl who, when she goes outside and sees a stranger, will just follow him obediently, not saying much, and waiting for him to sit wherever she wants and open a can of Coke for her.

Chun Nianren watched the car disappear outside the gate of the Shen Mansion.

Turning around, you have to pass Shen Zezhou to enter.

So he walked towards him and stopped beside him.

Under the warm yellow light inside, Lin Pingjun was sitting on the sofa with a smile on her face, opening presents. Her laughter was mixed with the rustling of wrapping paper as she showed each gift to Sister Zhou.

Chun Nianren turned his head quietly and glanced at Shen Zezhou. The man had not yet asked about the meaning of his gift.

"Guess what I brought you, bro?"

Shen Zezhou raised the corner of his lips slightly, glanced sideways slowly, and spoke in a lazy voice.

"I'll like anything you give me."

Before he finished speaking, he had already stood up and left the door frame, raised his hands to hold her face and rubbed it.

"Shen Zezhou!"

Chun Nianren's brows furrowed little by little, she slapped his hand away, covered her face with her hands, her eyes filled with anger.

Lin Pingjun turned her head and saw the brother and sister playing together. She turned back and smiled at Sister Zhou, "After all, they grew up together. Their feelings haven't changed at all."

Later, Chun Nianren stood at the door of Shen Zezhou's room.

His fingertips unconsciously stroked the leather watch box, and the knuckles of his other hand, which was hanging in front of the door, finally made three light clicks.

The muffled knock on the door seemed to be half swallowed by the thick carpet.

Shen Zezhou sat on the small balcony, the red light of the cigarette tail flickering in the night.

He tilted his head slightly when he heard the sound, and guessed who it was. The cigarette between his fingers broke into the glass jar beside him.

"Enter."

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard the door open.

There was no sound, and there was no one else except Chun Nian.

"Aren't you tired? Why don't you rest early?"

The light in the room cut out a diamond-shaped light area around him through the window.

Chun Nianren looked at the man sitting alone in the night, closed the door sideways, and walked across the room with his hands behind his back.

"You don't want the gift anymore?"

She stepped out of the French window, bent down and placed the watch box on the rattan table beside him, her eyes sweeping over the broken cigarettes and settled ashes in the fiberglass.

Her dark blue eyelashes drooped and she stood up straight.

"Are you worried about something? You're sitting here smoking alone."

Shen Zezhou suddenly laughed, not from his throat, but from his nasal cavity.

He glanced sideways, raised his head, and asked back.

"Are you worried about something? Are you trying to find out indirectly?"

Before the release, she would have already started shouting at the top of her voice. When would she put on such an attitude of wanting to have a long conversation?

"Where can I have it?"

Chun Nianren denied it flatly, his voice rising but lacking confidence, and he avoided his gaze.

She took two steps to the railing, her red silk shirt fluttering in the evening breeze, and her straight, slender legs wrapped in black tight jeans.

She used to let Lin Pingjun dress her, and even now her dressing style still retains Lin Pingjun's beautiful aesthetic, and she likes red.

Just like when I was a child, because I was not tall enough, I stepped on the steps cast at the bottom of the railing so that I could see the street outside the wall of Shen Mansion.

Shen Zezhou looked at her silently from behind.

Today is the fourteenth day. The bright moonlight casts a layer of glaze on her porcelain-white profile. In the shadow cast by her eyelashes, her amber-like eyes are flowing with tiny lights.

Her wrists, which were supported on the railing, were surprisingly slender. The night wind lifted the strands of hair on her temples, revealing the small cinnabar mole behind her ear.

A faint mint scent floats in the air.

It was the smell of her usual shampoo.

Just like before.

Shen Zezhou lowered his eyes and slid his gaze towards the red leather watch box on the table.

He flicked his knuckles slightly to lift the lid.

Vacheron Constantin's Marine Tourbillon lies quietly on the velvet lining, and its elegant dial is embellished with hand-guilloché white gold hour markers, condensing the aftertaste of the Age of Discovery.

This elegant yet understated style might be just right for Shen Zezhou, who is four years younger.

Now, it doesn't match his persecutory aura at all.

"come over."

He was still leaning leisurely on the rattan chair, his voice as usual.

Chun Nianren didn't turn around. It was impossible to tell his likes or dislikes from his steady tone. He just kept talking to himself.

"Don't you like it? In the West, men are usually given watches, ties, or cufflinks as gifts..."

"Near."

Shen Zezhou interrupted her without changing his voice.

Chun Nianren was silent for a while, then slowly turned around.

Unexpectedly, I met Shen Zezhou's deep eyes.

The man's pupils were dark and deep, making her hold her breath.

She stood on the steps with carved railings, and Shen Zezhou sat below, but he did not even look up at her, and even stared at her forcefully.

"These are gifts from women to men in intimate relationships, do you understand?"

Chun Nianren's eyelashes trembled when he heard the words. He leaned on the railing and pressed his fingertips against the table, his knuckles turning white and arched.