Self-cultivation with a plate of tomato scrambled eggs

Meeting Li Tianqi did not affect Song Xiaowu's schedule: after the old man's birthday, he will return to Citi Country, just in time for the fifteenth day of the first lunar month there, so he can spend it with Song Yunmei.

Not only did the old man have no objection to this, he even took the initiative to say: "Let's leave on the [-]th. It is also right to spend the Lantern Festival with your mother. There is no need to rush to catch up with the jet lag." He slowly played with the clam in his hand He carved the piece, and then said: "If you want to come back and have a look, you can come back anytime. As an elder, you can't force too much."

Song Xiaowu was silent.It's not that the old man has said similar words before, but only this time, he has heard that these words have lost their strong meaning.Maybe it's because of the separation between the father and son in the past few years, or maybe it's because the old man is getting older after all.

The old man is indeed getting old.From knowing the fate to approaching sixty, the birthday banquet this time was not a big one, except that it was not because of the whole life, but more because he began to be unable to deny that he needed the company of his relatives more and more.

On the morning of the fifth day of the lunar new year, Mrs. Yao also came back, probably because she had hit it off with her grandniece, who was just over a month old. She was in a good mood, and the smile on her face didn't change even after seeing Song Xiaowu.

It was rare for the old couple to be in harmony, Song Xiaowu felt relieved, and went to play with a few juniors from Mrs. Yao's natal family without any burden.

Near noon, Yao Jian came back, and there was a woman walking with him from the yard.

Among the few people present, except for Mrs. Yao's niece, An Ruiqiu, the rest of them came to Yao's house very rarely, and they never had the opportunity to see the real face of Yao's eldest son's fiancee. When they entered the door, they all surrounded Song Xiaowu asking questions, looking forward through the misty windows.

Naturally, Song Xiaowu couldn't say that he didn't know who the future sister-in-law would be, so he could only watch with An Ruiqiu's cold eyes, talking about him.

Fortunately, the sound of the door opening sounded quickly, and everyone put away their gossip immediately, and continued to talk about the previous topic. Song Xiaowu smiled secretly, and turned his head to greet his elder brother.

Then he saw clearly the future sister-in-law, Yuan Ke, who was standing beside her.

No one among the three opened their mouths first, and the people sitting around also felt that the atmosphere was unusual, and the silence seemed real for a while, compressing the space.

"Let's have dinner when you're all back." The old man came out of the room on the second floor and ordered.

"Father." "Uncle Yuan." Yao Jian and Yuan Ke spoke in unison.

The old man agreed and came downstairs, Mrs. Yao also changed clothes and followed, and everyone gathered in the dining room.

Due to the large number of people, the long tables used to eat were removed and replaced with round tables.The old man, Mrs. Yao, took the lead, and on Mrs. Yao's right sat An Ruiqiu, followed by the elder nephew, the younger nephew, the younger nephew's wife, and the younger grandnephew who was placed in the children's dining chair.On the old man's side are Yao Jian and Yuan Ke.

Song Xiaowu was a step late because of his stupefaction, and was about to sit down at the last seat. He could still tease the children, so he heard the old man call him: "Xiao Wu, come and sit here."

Yao Jian got up and moved a seat outside when Yao Jian heard that, Yuan Ke did the same, Song Xiaowu pretended not to notice, walked over and sat down.

The atmosphere of the meeting was not bad.The people of An's family didn't know where to go, toasted when they needed to toast, said what they wanted to say, and wished the old man his birthday one by one. The old man took a few sips and asked Song Xiaowu to drink for him.Mrs. Yao was also willing to save face, and asked someone to hug her little grandnephew who was just learning to speak, and teased her for a while, then she smiled and said to the old man, "Come and hug me, too?"

In this situation, Song Xiaowu knew that he shouldn't lead any longer, so he settled down and entertained everyone for the old man. After sending them to the car one by one, after the old man and the others went upstairs to rest, he sat on the sofa in the living room and touched two. Put kumquats in my mouth to hangover.

Yao Jian went downstairs to pour water, saw Song Xiaowu was lost in thought on the sofa, and subconsciously walked over: "What are you doing here?"

Song Xiaowu sat up, called "Brother", but glanced at the cup in his hand - there is a small water dispenser in the bedroom.

Yao Jian sat down beside him, opened the tea pot by himself, fetched tea and poured water: "There is no tea in my room."

"Drinking tea before going to bed is bad for your health," Song Xiaowu fished out something from the fruit plate, "Why don't you eat some fruit?"

There was still a kumquat smell on his fingers, Yao Jian smelled it, but then found that he didn't have any unreasonable thoughts like before.

This person has grown up, and the beauty of the ambiguous gender in his youth no longer exists, and his increasingly handsome face gradually resembles their common father.

Yao Jian had never realized soberly like tonight that the person in front of her was not a bit similar to the person she had been trying to remember all this time.

Only some things, no matter what the cause is, can't be taken back immediately after all.

Song Xiaowu couldn't guess what Yao Jian was thinking, seeing that he was just looking at him silently, he took the initiative to say: "Brother, I have something to ask you, but I don't know how to say it."

I don't know how to say it.Between close relatives, it is often easier to avoid talking about certain things, resulting in misunderstandings and barriers, which accumulate day by day.In contrast, Song Xiaowu would rather put delicate topics on the bright side.

Yao Jian just recovered, seeing his expression, couldn't help laughing: "I know what you're thinking, and I can tell you with certainty that it's not what you think."

"...Really?" Song Xiaowu was far less sure than him.

Yao Jian's expression was very relaxed: "What I need is a partner with a cooperative spirit, who can always make correct and rational choices in the face of the common interests of both parties for the long-term. Feelings are not the most important thing."

These words are really cold-hearted.Song Xiaowu didn't know what the parents of the two families and Yuan Ke himself would think when they heard this, but, perhaps out of protecting his own family, he felt that Yao Jian looked a little pitiful—all his demands seemed to be secretly blaming him. The old man and Mrs. Yao who took his life.

"Somewhat" is an understatement.This person is actually a very proud son of heaven, with a prominent family background and no less real talents, not to mention, Song Xiaowu has always known that love has never been an important component in his big brother's life.

It was no one's turn to pity him.And Song Xiaowu is just, can't get rid of the mediocrity in his heart.

"Yuan Ke is not a little girl who doesn't know what's important." Yao Jian caught a glimpse of Song Xiaowu's expression, so she could only continue: "I won't spend the rest of my life in a fit of anger."

At this point, Song Xiaowu was a little embarrassed after all: he couldn't deny that he had acted a little affectionately, but he really didn't want this unexpected marriage to be due to his own fault.

The deal was done, but he still hoped that Yao Jian and Yuan Ke could be happy.

He let out a breath, finally feeling relieved.Looking down at the kiwi fruit that she had ravaged and ravaged a few times, it was obviously not suitable to throw it back into the fruit plate, so she simply took the knife, cut it in two, and before opening her mouth, Yao Jian consciously picked up the half One, drop the spoon neatly.

For some reason, he was always in a good mood.Throwing the fruit peel into the trash can, and carefully wiping his fingers clean, Yao Jian raised his head and told his stupid brother again: "Don't worry so much about others. What about you? Dad still wants you to come back, no matter what you plan, Be mentally prepared.”

"I know." Song Xiaowu nodded, leaning on the back of the sofa, looking up at the ceiling: "As long as a person's life is not over, he doesn't know whether many of his choices are right or wrong, but since he admits he's dead, he can do it one way. Let's talk in the dark."

Yao Jian looked at his silly younger brother who suddenly became emotional with a smile, got up and rubbed his head: "Go to bed early."