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At the dinner in the old house that day, the atmosphere between the uncle and the nephew was quite harmonious.

Jiang Shuhua thought that it might not be good for his second uncle to go out casually in his current state of mind, but after he and Jiang Shanglu, who had changed his clothes, arrived at the company's high-level dinner, Jiang Shuhua, a sincere child, found out tragically again that he... Sure enough, he was the one who was least like the Jiang family.

Because even though his second uncle has been imprisoned in a mental hospital for so long and almost out of touch with the outside world for so many years, he can still show the way he wants to show others in any environment, properly and tactfully, Elegant and calm, the kind of look that can be hot with everyone while talking and laughing, even if Jiang Shuhua is given another ten years, he may not be able to do it well.

"Second Master, we can rest assured if you are still in good health. Little Mr. Jiang is still too young. It's not that we want to embarrass him for many things. It's that Mrs. Jiang is closely related to everyone's interests. We have to take care of it..."

The old foxes here seem to have given Jiang Shanglu enough face by saying this, but why do these words sound a bit ambiguous, and it seems that they are trying to praise Jiang Shanglu, but in fact they are accusing Jiang Shuhua of doing everything here and there not good.

Jiang Shuhua, who had a bad complexion, listened silently by the side, not daring to refute but felt a little frustrated, while Jiang Shanglu, who was wearing a pair of black leather gloves and changed into a Chinese tunic button-down jacket before going out, looked like Listening to what they said with a smile that wasn't a smile, seeing this ambiguous attitude really made people a little elusive what he meant.

A few days ago, these high-level officials had heard about the fact that Jiang's old mansion had welcomed Mr. Jiang's youngest son back. After so many days, they were just waiting for this mysterious second Mr. Jiang to take the initiative to stand up to Jiang Shuhua. The stable little prince kicked off the throne, and then gave them a chance to make troubled waters for these spectators.

As a result, when I really saw someone today, as expected, this Jiang Shanglu looked very good from Mr. Jiang's true biography, and his hostile and uncertain posture was not easy to deal with at first glance.

But I don't know what's going on. I heard that Jiang Shanglu, who was tied up and sent to the hospital by his elder brother for his family property, was very easy-going towards his good-for-nothing nephew, chatting with everyone. At the same time, he did not forget to whisper something to Jiang Shuhua beside him.

At this moment, hearing what they said, he began to run on Jiang Shuhua again, and he also put down the chopsticks that were serving Jiang Shuhua. He was silent for a while and then suddenly laughed.

"Shu Hua, is what Uncle Lin just said true? What did you do to make everyone worry about you..."

These words implied sarcasm, which had a creepy taste. The top Jiang's executives at the table were quite arrogant, but they collectively turned off the fire without knowing what happened.

During this gap, they suddenly smelled a strong and peculiar scent of flowers in this airtight box, and after the black pupils suddenly went into a trance, these people whose brains were numb and swollen, and who couldn't speak a word just stared blankly. Listening blankly to Jiang Shuhua, a little fat man who can't make a dull fart with three sticks, said in a low voice for the first time,

"I don't know either. I have been in charge of the company for a while, and the people below have no objections to me. Those who have opinions now probably don't wish Jiang Shi well."

"Fucking... fart... I... When will I... stop looking forward to Mrs. Jiang... You little bastard with no tutor! Here... is it your turn to talk here! You..."

A burst of anger surged out of his chest, and Director Lin, who was dizzy from the strange fragrance, pointed at Jiang Shuhua's face and began to curse.

But he obviously didn't drink much, he just felt that he couldn't even lift his fingers as if he had been given anesthesia, and Jiang Shanglu, who had been in a stable mood all night, suddenly heard him scolding Jiang Shuhua so dirty. He just sneered, then picked up a red wine glass at hand and slammed it viciously at Director Lin's forehead.

The brains of the people who were pierced by broken glass suddenly blossomed. The aroma of wine and flowers and the horrible screams woke up all the people who had just been forced into superficial nerve paralysis. Seeing Jiang Shanglu who was sitting like a normal person, everyone only heard Jiang Shanglu laughing strangely and narrowing his eyes nervously, raising Shenyou on purpose,

"Just scolding my nephew for not having a tutor, does this mean that I am dead? Is it because my elder brother and my father are gone, so I started to bully Shu Hua casually? Then I will give you a piece of advice. This kind of thinking is here to say as soon as possible today, but as long as I am still alive in this world, I have to personally send such a dishonest person on the road. I have a bad temper. In the future, we will sit down and talk frankly like this. But not much, do you understand?"

When Jiang Shanglu said these words, no one at the table dared to say anything, but this is all here, and no one dared to leave except Director Lin, who had his head smashed and was in a hurry to get stitches.

When the meal was halfway through, the secretary Ms. Chen who was sent by Jiang Shanglu to help him fetch things also came back, and after distributing the furniture that was hardly known to outsiders to the high-level people present, Jiang Shanglu looked at them all turned pale with fright, and only deliberately asked a question knowingly.

"What's the matter, everyone?"

After asking this question, no one dared to answer him. After tonight, Jiang Shanglu's image in the eyes of everyone seemed to have become a hooligan, villain, robber and... a man-eating ghost.

It's just that according to the current situation, no one dares to think about the seat under Jiang Shuhua's butt anymore. After all, there is such a second uncle who is more ferocious than anyone else in front of him. Let alone ordinary people, even No matter how courageous a person is, he has to weigh his weight first.

As a result, Jiang Shuhua's dinner party should have ended in such a strange and suffocating atmosphere. After the dinner party, the high-level executives who planned to go somewhere to have a good time hurriedly left, leaving only Get off Jiang Shuhua, secretary Chen and Jiang Shanglu who is slowly taking off the gloves on his hands.

"Send them all away?"

"Well, send them all away."

Ms. Chen was asked by the nervous Jiang Shuhua, and she quickly nodded and answered. This was the first time she saw her boss, the legendary second uncle, but the impact on her heart was not ordinary. of.

The nagging, trembling mentally ill middle-aged and elderly people did not appear as expected. On the contrary, he was a man with good taste in clothes and excellent conversation and demeanor. It was true that he was in his early thirties and he was not young, but at this age It happens to be the most mature and charismatic stage of a man. Just looking at it like this makes people feel fascinated by the beating of their hearts.

And a little nervously followed Jiang Shanglu's uncle and nephew to leave the hotel, Ms. Chen inadvertently smelled a flower fragrance that clearly permeated from Jiang Shanglu's body, just as she was secretly thinking about which brand of perfume it was and how it smelled When it was so special, she suddenly heard Jiang Shanglu and Jiang Shuhua say something lazily.

Jiang Shanglu: "Shu Hua, is there any good place for recreation in the city?"

Jiang Shuhua: "A good place? Do you mean a place to eat, uncle?"

Jiang Shanglu: "........."

Listening to the conversation between the chicken and the duck in the back seat was a bit embarrassing. Ms. Chen didn't know how to remind her stupid boss what his second uncle was up to, so she could only cautiously lower her voice to the speechless Jiang Shanglu. One sentence.

"There is a restaurant near here. It is very famous and the service should be pretty good. Mr. Jiang, do you want to go there now? I can send it to you."

Hearing what Ms. Chen said, Jiang Shanglu squinted his eyes and looked at the night outside the car window unconsciously. The subtle feeling in his body that belonged to the flowering period came back again, which made him very irritable and a little nervous at the same time. Sulk.

In fact, it is much more convenient to find a beautiful and pleasing boy or girl in a consumption place instead of making it difficult for him all the time, but once he gets into this kind of thing and his sexual needs are satisfied, sooner or later he will be completely addicted and develop a serious problem. Sex addiction, when the time comes, it will be hard to deal with it if you really fall into it.

And thinking of embracing and possessing a body that he may not even remember the face under the dim and dirty peach-colored light on the bed sheet that is stained with animal body fluids, the expressionless Jiang Shanglu is a little bit Inexplicably off-putting.

"Forget it, I'd better go back to sleep and drive."

Ignoring Jiang Shuhua, who was beside him and still didn't understand what he meant, Jiang Shanglu's face was not very good, so he closed his eyes and stopped talking.

Jiang Shuhua thought that he was not feeling well anymore, so he didn't dare to disturb him casually. After sending him back to Liu Fangshan, Jiang Shuhua watched Jiang Shanglu walk in alone and gradually disappear. After a long time, he sighed at Miss Chen in the front seat. .

"Oh, my second uncle is really nice to me... thinking of everything for me."

"He's your second uncle. Who else can he be nice to if he doesn't treat you well? He and your father are brothers..."

"That's right...they are brothers, but why doesn't my dad go to see the second uncle or take him home..."

Saying this, Jiang Shuhua unconsciously had a trace of doubt on his face, he was a little afraid to think about those things that he could not remember clearly.

But combined with the strange words his father said to him when he was dying, he will inevitably be a little curious about what happened in the first place, but the only one who can answer him in this world is his second uncle Jiang Shanglu, but this is also a question that will never be taken lightly. It is the man who reveals his pain to others.

"Forget it, don't think about it, just let nature take its course."

In the end, he didn't solve his doubts. Fortunately, Jiang Shuhua gave up these useless wild thoughts, and only thought that he could find and take care of his second uncle in the future, and he would be able to take care of him until the end of his life.

After the night passed, Jiang Shuhua got up the next morning and did nothing. He drove to the company and arrived at the time agreed on the phone yesterday. Behind the very simple tall and thin shadow, he yelled without hesitation.

"Wen Ying! It really is you!"

Hearing someone calling himself suddenly, most people would be startled, but Wen Ying's reflexes are always slower than ordinary people, so he just slowly raised his thin upper eyelids, subconsciously pushed After pushing the astigmatism presbyopic glasses that Mu Xiao specially chose for him, he watched Jiang Shuhua walk over with a smile and looked around himself, then pursed his lips for a while and said slowly, a little coldly,

"Boss Jiang."

"Hey! What Mr. Jiang! You are old classmates! Er, but you don't even forget my name, do you? Jiang Shuhua, remember it well... Sigh, it's really too much for you to promise to come and help me this time. Alright! How have you been all these years? Have you had lunch? How about we go have a meal together and talk about it in detail?"

Jiang Shuhua's caring and enthusiastic look made Wen Ying a little uncomfortable. He is a slow-moving person, although he has a little impression of Jiang Shuhua, a former classmate, but he is willing to accept a person's kindness to him rashly. A little clumsy, and Jiang Shuhua seemed to be prepared for his stiff reaction, seeing his slumped face and not making a sound, he just smiled amiably and said,

"Why are you still the same as before? It's alright, alright, I won't make things difficult for you. My secretary, Ms. Chen, has told you exactly what to do, right? In fact, it's to help take care of my second uncle...his The situation is quite special, but in fact, other people are not bad, and they won't hurt people casually, so don't worry about that..."

"... For other aspects, you need to pay more attention. I will definitely not treat you badly in terms of salary. After all, we are also old classmates... Then I have a meeting in the morning, and I will give you the key to the house over there. , My second uncle and I have also said hello in advance. Sister Liu, who is in charge of cooking, should be here now. You can go to meet my second uncle first. Do you think this is okay?

After Jiang Shuhua finished talking about everything in detail, Wen Ying nodded after a long time. He was actually a little surprised that he would get in touch with this man named Jiang Shanglu so smoothly, but the development of things can be carried out slowly according to his plan. It's also good.

So after chatting with Jiang Shuhua for a few more words, he only refused on the grounds that he had already had lunch, and he went to the Jiang family's residence in Liufangshan first, and when he got there, he came to open the door for him The middle-aged woman first looked at him carefully through the iron gate, and then smiled kindly.

"Are you Xiaowen?"

"Well, hello."

Wen Ying nodded as she said this. She was tall, thin and clean, but with an ordinary face that hardly attracted people's attention. At first glance, she had hardly been in contact with the society, and was as pure as a piece of white paper.

Such a person is generally not very annoying, but his own sense of existence is always limited, and elders like Sister Liu just like the simplicity of his body, and only smell the expressionless face. Ying quickly brought him to the house and poured him a cup of hot tea, and then carefully explained the precautions to him in the living room.

"Mr. Jiang hasn't woken up until now, you may have to wait to see him... Well, I heard him throw something in the room last night... His illness is really serious, you Just follow me from now on, we won't go wrong if we do something together... But what's your taste? Let's have dinner here today, okay?"

Wen Ying did not refuse Sister Liu's kindness. After simply thanking her, he diligently played the image of a young man who had just arrived to work, not only silently following Sister Liu, listening to her talk about the ups and downs of the house. All the places were introduced to her, and she also took the initiative to undertake some housework for her.

Although during this process, he had been silently waiting for when the man named Jiang Shanglu would come out of the room with the locked door upstairs, but there was still a little movement inside until dinner. nothing.

"Eh? What's the matter today... Mr. Jiang hasn't eaten for almost a day, but he didn't agree to me when I knocked on the door..."

Sister Liu's soliloquy made Wen Ying look up at her. He didn't know much about how a mental patient who was said to be irritable usually lived, but it was also true that he could make such a terrifying and depressing impression of himself. It's the first time he sees you.

And thinking so thoughtfully, the weather outside suddenly turned gloomy, and Sister Liu, who was standing at the window looking down, noticed the flower stand in the yard that was blown down by the strong wind in the flower garden, and the expression on her face suddenly changed. I'm a little anxious.

"Xiaowen, I'll go downstairs to help the flower stand. It was planted when the old lady was alive. Mr. Jiang said he would keep it forever. You wait for me upstairs and help me look after the kitchen. The rice cooker..."

Hearing what Sister Liu said, Wen Ying also came over to look at the flower stand that had fallen in the flowerbed and crushed a piece of white wooden hydrangea. It must be very difficult to help in the rain, so Wen Ying subconsciously stopped the middle-aged woman who was about to go downstairs and said,

"I'll go, you wait."

Wen Ying's voice was flat, and she comforted Sister Liu a little, and went downstairs without an umbrella. Sister Liu was a little embarrassed when she saw this, so she stood at the window and watched him walk into the yard alone in the rain. Carefully avoiding the fragile and beautiful wooden hydrangeas on both sides, I tried to support the fallen flower stand.

As far as he could see, he could only see that the heavy rain had wet his hair and shirt a little bit, Wen Ying's skin was a little pale against the background, and the edges and corners of his whole face became more and more obvious, but this thin and clean young man alone The picture itself in the graceful white hydrangea field is quite beautiful.

And just when Sister Liu was about to tell Wen Ying to hurry up and stop catching a cold with a worried face, she suddenly felt a questioning voice with a strange tone behind her.

"Who is he?"

Wearing wine-red long pajamas, with a flushed face and an expressionless face, Jiang Shanglu looked tired, as if he had just woken up from a lustful dream.

Sister Liu was stunned when she saw his indescribable appearance, and it took a long time before she stammered to introduce Wen Ying's identity. Helping up the young people among the flowers in the hydrangea field, Jiang Shanglu silently admired this beautiful scene in the rain for a while, and after a long time, he tapped his black fingertips on the window frame and said a few words.

"It's raining too much, let him come up quickly, it's been years, no one is precious..."

"Okay, okay, then I'll call him..."

"...It's okay, I'll go."

Without looking at Sister Liu's dumbfounded expression for a moment, Jiang Shanglu, who was still in pajamas, walked downstairs slowly and took a long black umbrella from the stairwell.

The moment he walked out of the door, he felt the fragrance of flowers and water vapor rushing towards his face, but Jiang Shanglu, who was inexplicably calm, still maintained a feeling like a traveler who was spying on some mysterious place, holding an umbrella and came to the plant planted by his mother during her lifetime on the edge of the white hydrangea field.

At the end of the gray rain and mist, a thin and drenched figure stood in the place separated by the railing of the flower garden.

At this moment, he is almost integrated with the wooden hydrangea beside him, but he has a beauty that is completely different from those gorgeous and ostentatious flowers.

Just a back view that evokes people's imagination is not enough for Jiang Shanglu. He really wants to see if this young man's face can also arouse his initial appreciation, so he paused for a while. After a while, the older man suddenly leaned against the outside of the flowerbed with an umbrella and let out a laziness.

"Hey."

The sound of rain stopped suddenly, and the young man who heard his voice turned around slowly. Although the damp hair hanging down on his plain face made him look a bit embarrassed, his pair of eyes covered by the air The blue-glazed eyes refracted by the wetness and coldness in the rain still made Jiang Shanglu laugh suddenly after being dazed in the rain.

It's so clean.

It's so beautiful too.