moon stars

"Okay, don't cry."

Sheng Yue patted Song Qiucheng on the back, like he had seen other people comfort a crying child. Song Qiucheng didn't cry too much, she shed a few tears and sobbed, but fortunately he didn't make a fuss.

If he cries all the time, he will get annoyed, and when he is annoyed, he will lose his patience, so it is not unreasonable to say that Song Qiucheng is obedient, and obedient children have candies.

"Chengcheng, it's remarkable that you are willing to confess."

Hearing what he said, Song Qiucheng was so ashamed that he didn't say anything. He wanted to hug him again, but he didn't raise his hand in the end.How can we hug all the time, and it's not at home.

Song Qiucheng loves to hug people, and it's a problem that he was used to in Tang Xunshuang's arms when he was a child. Children who are six or seven years old don't like to walk, and they speak louder than mosquitoes.Such a small child is not easy to take care of, and the nannies around him have changed a few times, but no one would have thought that the child who tortured people when he was young, grew up so well-behaved.

"But brother..."

"Your brother will definitely come back."

What Song Qiucheng wanted to ask was whether he had forgiven his brother, but when Sheng Yue interrupted his answer, he couldn't continue asking.

Sheng Yue knew why Song Qiunian didn't come back, it was the Song family's hope, the young master of the Song family in Yushu Linfeng, he was ice-snow and smart, and asked his younger brother to marry him, how could he just leave and never come back.

It's just a protest game.

"Don't worry." Sheng Yue reassured.

Song Qiucheng couldn't rest assured that if his brother didn't come back, he would be anxious for a day. It's hard to be a liar, and it's even more sad to be exposed. Change back.

"Can I lean in here?"

Song Qiucheng pointed at Sheng Yue's shoulder, he wanted to tilt his head, but remembered that Tang Xunshuang said that not everyone likes to have intimate physical contact with others, and before hugging or anything else, it is best to ask for permission from others.

Sheng Yue showed his shoulder generously and said, "You can do whatever you want."

Song Qiucheng leaned forward, still not quite satisfied: "Can I hug your arm?"

Sheng Yue said, "Yes."

Song Qiucheng finally found a comfortable position, liked Sheng Yue in his heart for 2 minutes, and was not so sad that he wanted to cry.

Sheng Yue couldn't guess what he was thinking, all he could see was the change in his expression, he calmed down after he stopped crying, tilted his head and leaned on Sheng Yue's shoulder, hanging his arm, and the gravity was on him.

"Do you want to play on the swing?"

Song Qiucheng shook his head and said no, he would be in no mood.

"Then go in? There have been mosquitoes these days, and they will come out later and bite a big lump, which is swollen and itchy."

Song Qiucheng was most annoyed by mosquitoes, and when he heard this, he stood up and said, "Okay, let's go in!"

Sheng Yue smiled and looked at his long clothes and trousers, which were tightly covered, but the clothes with round necks exposed a section of fair neck. .

If it were someone else, he should be kicked out of bed on their wedding night, so as not to let him do anything wrong.

He stood up and followed Song Qiucheng slowly, thinking a lot in his mind, first about how to go to Song's house the day after tomorrow, second about tonight, and then thinking about how to get along with Song Qiucheng more happily.

Thinking about what to have for dinner in the end.

When I was making sandwiches in the morning, I saw fresh beef in the refrigerator. I remembered that my cooking aunt told me what dishes to cook before I left. Otherwise, there were crystal shrimp dumplings and glutinous rice balls that I made before. They were all left in the freezer for Sheng Yue to prepare. Yes, he can eat if he is hungry when he comes home late from overtime.

The Sheng family got rich halfway. When Mrs. Sheng Yu Han adopted Sheng Yue, the family was well-to-do. Although Sheng Yue hadn’t suffered for a few years, his gratitude to the Sheng family has made him strict with himself for more than 20 years, and entertainment is also very important. They are all clean. During the holidays, they either stay at home to exercise and rest, or go home to accompany their parents.He has a good personality and is not picky. The aunt who has been employed for five or six years as a cook likes him the most because he is not picky and can eat anything.

After Song Qiucheng went in, he looked at the decorations in the living room. He knew that those things should not be touched with his hands, so he stood two steps away, bowed his waist and leaned over to look at them.Looking at it, he suddenly asked Sheng Yue: "Have you ever raised a little goldfish?"

Sheng Yue said, "No, have you raised it?"

Song Qiucheng hummed: "I raised it before, but the crucian carp I caught back killed it."

"That's pretty sad."

"My fish tank used to be at this location."

Song Qiucheng walked to the corner near the floor-to-ceiling windows, and gestured out a large piece: "It's right here. There is a fish tank this big, and five small goldfish are raised."

"Once I went out to play and came back, I found a goldfish jumped out and fell on the carpet. It was almost dried up, but it didn't die. It must not want to die. Wait for me to come back to save it," Song Qiucheng recalled, still feeling Regret: "But it wanted to live so much, it died in the end."

He sighed and sat down on the sofa, staring blankly at the wall.

"Maybe it's just going back to where it belongs."

Sheng Yue's consolation played a certain role, at least Song Qiucheng didn't continue to look at the wall, but turned to look at him and asked, "Are you wearing an apron, are you going to cook?"

As soon as the apron was tied on, Sheng Yue said, "Ah, yes."

In just a few seconds, he thought of another way to make beef, which is to simply fry shredded pork.

"Do you eat spicy food?"

Song Qiucheng had already found another apron to tie himself. He was clumsy, and the strap behind him couldn't be fastened properly, and it took a lot of effort.

"Eat, I can eat spicy food."

Sheng Yue wanted to go over to help him, but as soon as he got closer, he fixed it again.

"I fry two dishes, it may not be very tasty, I hope you don't mind."

"I don't mind," Song Qiucheng shook his head vigorously, "I want to help you, can I?"

"Yes, thank you."

That being said, Song Qiucheng was of no help during the actual operation.

After the shredded beef was put into the pot, there was a pungent smell in the air. Although the range hood was mostly extinguished, Song Qiucheng smelt it in the kitchen and sneezed a few times.

He didn't want to cause trouble, seeing Sheng Yue concentrating on cooking, he turned and left the kitchen silently, ran upstairs for a while, and then came down again.

When it comes down, the dish is out of the pan.

"Where have you been?"

Song Qiucheng panted from running, holding something in his hand, Sheng Yue didn't care too much, and said, "Go and wash your hands, let's eat."

Song Qiucheng agreed, washed his hands and came back to sit at the dining table, chewing something in his mouth.

"what are you eating?"

"Dried longan."

"Yesterday?" Sheng Yue didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "How many did you catch back, do you have any more?"

Song Qiucheng giggled shyly, spread out his hands in a foolish way, and said, "No more, the one just now was the last one."

"Do you like this?"

There are actually some at home. Sheng Yue thinks that if he likes them, he will take some out and put them in the fruit bowl later, but he still needs to eat less, and if he eats too much, he will get angry.

"I like it, I like everything." Song Qiucheng was never picky about food.

"Okay," Sheng Yue smiled and brought the rice bowl in front of him, and said, "Let's eat first."

Song Qiucheng took it over and immediately said thank you. In his eyes, Sheng Yue has become a completely good person, a gentle and handsome brother. He likes people like Sheng Yue, so he is naturally willing to stay with him for a few more days.

It is now [-]:[-] in the afternoon, Song Qiucheng was already hungry, two bowls of rice weighed down his stomach, and fresh bamboo shoot soup was served at the end, Sheng Yue got up to get the bowl when he was full, he helped clean up the dishes and went to the kitchen very diligently.

After tidying up the kitchen, Sheng Yue turned on the TV and tuned a random channel as background music. He wanted to chat with Song Qiucheng.

"Chengcheng—"

"Ok?"

"Hmm... sorry, I suddenly thought of calling you that."

"It's okay," Song Qiucheng felt like his father was calling him when he heard his voice, "My name is Chengcheng... my nickname is Chengcheng."

"Can I call it that too?"

"Yes, of course." Everyone in the family called him that. Sheng Yue's voice was gentle and nicer, even better than his brother's. Song Qiucheng wanted to call him brother.

"Chengcheng, how do you pass the time at home, are you still tutoring?"

"No, I won't go to school very early. I told my father that I want to go to school. It's the same for my father to study at home, but I don't like it, so I won't go to school."

"If you don't like it, you can't go up?"

"Yes……"

Song Qiucheng pursed his lips, thought for a moment and said, "I lose my temper, so my father won't let me fuck."

Sheng Yue lowered his head and smiled, and Song Qiucheng also knew that it was funny to say it. He is such an adult, he can't go to school and loses his temper, but he can't stop Sheng Yue from laughing at him, so he has to make up quickly: "It's not a big temper , I just didn’t want to see the teacher, and later I said sorry to the teacher.”

"So this is ah."

"That's right. Later, without a tutor, I could only do it by myself. I couldn't finish reading it."

Basically, he has been taking tutoring classes since he was a child, and his family members still don’t trust him to go out when he is in his teens. Sheng Yue got an important message from it, that is, Song Qiucheng’s social circle may only be a small circle centered on the Song family. In contact with outsiders, even Sheng Yue himself, when he was preparing to marry Song Qiunian, did not think of him having a younger brother several times.

The sense of presence is a bit low.

The Song family and his wife protected Song Qiunian very well. Fortunately, Song Qiucheng has such a good personality. If his growth is crooked, according to how much the Song family loves him, it is uncertain what will happen.

Song Qiucheng is 22 years old this year. Under normal circumstances, he should have finished college. His circle of friends is so simple. What will happen to his life here? Sheng Yue has to think about it.

"If you can't finish it, just read it slowly, and you will always finish it."

After hearing this, Song Qiucheng stared at him as if looking at some strange person, without blinking his eyelids, Sheng Yue asked strangely, "What's wrong?"

Song Qiucheng said: "I thought you would say, if you can't finish watching it, you don't like it."

Sheng Yue remedied: "Yes, yes, it's not good if you can't finish watching."

Only then was Song Qiucheng happy: "Anyway, all my books are at home!" Thinking of this, he was a little happy living in Sheng's house. He had no books to read, so he could watch TV all day long.

"Can I watch another TV?"

"Of course, what do you want to see?"

"I want to watch Journey to the West. I saw episode nine the day before yesterday, and I want to continue watching."

"Okay, I'll show you."