Four Seasons Three Meals

After Cong Shan finished socializing, he returned to the main table and sat beside Mr. Cong.

Mr. Cong asked him: "A few uncles came back from abroad and praised you for your calmness in the past few years. Have you seen it?"

Cong Shan said that he had met, and he would return the gift according to his seniority.

The birthday gift was handed over to the butler, and the old man was very satisfied and asked him to sit down for dinner.

After lunch, everyone was watching a play and playing cards in the courtyard. Cong Shan couldn't find Jiang Huai, so he went to the bedroom and found him.

Jiang Huai was full of food and drink, a little sleepy, sitting on the bedside reading a book, writing with a pen in his hand.

Cong Shan walked over and called him softly: "Huaibao."

Jiang Huai replied in a daze, "Why are you here?"

Cong Shan looked at him with a happy mood, and couldn't help reaching out and hugging him into his arms.

Jiang Huai leaned in his arms, with drooping eyelids, wanting to dream of meeting Duke Zhou.

Cong Shan was afraid that he would fall asleep and accumulate food, so he scratched the itchy socket on his waist: "Huaibao, talk to me."

Jiang Huai was disturbed by him, half of his sleepiness dissipated.

Jiang Huai asked him, "What do you want to talk about?"

Before Cong Shan could say anything, Jiang Huai said, "Speak, I'll listen."

His perfunctory attitude is too obvious, Cong Shan laughed at him as a "little heartless".

Cong Shan said: "I haven't seen you for a week, Huai Bao, don't you want to stay with me for a while?"

Jiang Huai said: "You have entertainment, I can understand."

Cong Shan said: "Why don't you pester me to make unreasonable troubles? You can pester me to ask for compensation, to buy you bags and clothes, and to take you on a cruise on the Qingbo River."

Jiang Huai said: "When I was reviewing, I saw a case where the woman broke up and demanded sky-high compensation, but the court ruled that she was defrauded."

Cong Shan sighed, with a pun: "It's not a good thing for a boyfriend to be too sensible."

Jiang Huai thought of one thing.

He raised his head from Cong Shan's arms, looked at Cong Shan energetically, "Did you have a boyfriend who was too obsessive and left you a psychological shadow?"

Cong Shan asked, "Why do you ask that?"

Jiang Huai thought of what he said just now, and said, "You are too skilled, like a habitual criminal."

Cong Shan smiled and asked him: "Huaibao, did you eat a lot of hot and sour lotus root slices just now?"

Jiang Huai said, "What's wrong?"

Cong Shan said: "Speaking has a sour taste."

Jiang Huai realized that Cong Shan was teasing him.

There was a plate of lemon candy on the bedside table, Cong Shan took one, tore open the package and fed it to him.

Jiang Huai ate it with his hands, feeling embarrassed, and kissed Cong Shan.

Cong Shan pressed the back of his head to prevent him from hiding, deepening the kiss.

After a long time, Cong Shan let go of him, and looked at his blushing cheeks with a smile on his face.

Jiang Huai said softly, "Cong Shan, I like you so much."

Cong Shan liked his charming appearance, couldn't help pinching his cheeks, rubbing his ears together, and said with a smile: "Huaibao ate candy, and he spoke very sweetly, he is a sweet boy."

Thinking of Cong Yun's gaffe just now, Jiang Huai suddenly felt a little worried about gain and loss, and couldn't help asking Cong Shan: "If one day I make a fuss about breaking up with you, what will you do?"

The smile on Cong Shan's face faded a bit: "There won't be that day."

Jiang Huai asked persistently, "What if?"

Cong Shan hugged him tightly, and said, "Then I'll feed you with delicious food and drink, so that you can grow into a canary."

Another play started downstairs, and the familiar opera sound, along with Cong Shan's answer, drifted into Jiang Huai's ears.

He compared his heart to his heart and asked himself, and the answer was the same.

Jiang Huai thought of the last time Cong Shan asked him to watch a play, and the female general gave up her husband generously after seeing the betrayal of a heartbroken man.

At that time, he thought, he is also very open-minded, if the person he likes betrays, he will let go generously.

Now he felt that it was because he hadn't met Cong Shan, and he couldn't really love someone.

Decent breakups only exist in drama and story books, and in reality everyone is trapped by love.

In reality, even a rational person like him would have the terrible thought of burning everything together for a moment.

They all have a secret tacit understanding.

Jiang Huai said in a low voice: "If we break up, the city will be full of disturbances, it's too shameful."

Cong Shan hugged him tightly and repeated: "There won't be that day."

Jiang Huai relieved himself: "For the sake of the reporter, I will pester you even if I have a shameless face."

Cong Shan sternly said, "It's also for Huaibao."

They embraced each other and whispered on another topic.

Jiang Huai whispered to him that most of the mansions are too spacious, and he doesn't know why people flock to them.

Upstairs there is a dazzling array of rare collections, and downstairs there are half-old Ming and Qing furniture, but Cong Shan understands what he means.

He disliked the lack of popularity here.

Cong Shan asked him, "What kind of house does Huai Bao like?"

Jiang Huai really started to think seriously.

The crystal chandeliers should be replaced with small orange lamps, pumpkin lanterns are also fine, the statue of Xiaolian should be placed in the fountain, all the walls should be demolished, and camphor trees should be planted.

Later, he started to whimsical, talking about some things he had never seen before - a singing jet bathtub, a transparent roof for raising goldfish, and sleeping at night like sleeping in an underwater world.

Cong Shan smiled and asked him: "Huai Bao, do you still remember that this is the Cong family?"

Jiang Huai closed his mouth with a guilty conscience.

He hasn't mentioned a sweeping robot that can play games with him...

Cong Shan chatted with him for a while and coaxed him to take a nap.

After waking up, the two sat opposite each other on the desk, the rice paper was divided into two, copying Wen Riguan's grapes.

Jiang Huai didn't know how to draw, so he imitated Congshan to hold the brush, stamped a few balls of ink on the paper, and added a vine crookedly.

He peeked at the mountains, the branches and leaves on the rice paper were thick, the fruits were slender, light ink, not colored.

Cong Shan put away his brush, saw Jiang Huai's drawing, and laughed at him: "Huaibao, are you hungry for beef balls?"

Jiang Huai said cheekily, "I want candy, go and get it for me."

Cong Shan smiled, got up to grab a handful of candies, and when he came back, the rice paper fell off, and the beef balls lay quietly in front of him.

Jiang Huai signed the grape under Cong Shan's painting, and wrote "Jiang Huai" unceremoniously, like a bully: "This is mine."

Cong Shan thought he was cute and gave him an extra candy.

With sugar in his mouth, Jiang Huai flipped through the picture book page by page.

Wen Riguan is a master at painting grapes. The book is full of grapes, of different varieties and shapes.

Cong Shan told him the allusion of grapes, saying that the ancients liked grapes very much, because they could express their nostalgia for the past.

Jiang Huai nodded, looked at the portrait, and turned his mind to other places, saying: "Milk is like a dog's tail grass, and grapes are like a creeper."

He was fanciful, thinking that before the appearance of human beings, millet was like dogtail grass, creeper was also grape, and everyone was the same, living together in chaos.

Cong Shan smiled: "Perhaps thousands of years ago, Huaibao and I were also a family, and now we are renewing our golden and jade relationship and making an appointment with wood and stone."

Jiang Huai smiled and continued to look at the album. There are modern imitations in the back, and there are many types, such as rose fragrance, mare's milk, golden bell, autumn purple, black Han, white Napoleon, Palestine, tiger's eye, cow heart, big grain white, soft lilac , white banana...

Jiang Huai said, "I'm so greedy."

Cong Shan heard it and remembered it in his heart.

When it was time for dinner, Cong Shan took him downstairs.

Fireworks are being set off in the courtyard, and blossoms explode in the sky, lighting up the night.The troupe sang from morning to night, and the voices of the famous actors were still bright.

Jiang Huai counted and found that he couldn't count, the Cong family had so many relatives.

Cong Shan went to socialize, Qi Xinyou pushed Mr. Cong's wheelchair to arrive, and Jiang Huai sat at the end of the table knowingly.

He ate quietly, lowered his head and was about to eat a piece of chestnut roast meat, when he suddenly heard someone say: "I heard that Cong Shan is in love, is this Miss Qi's family?"

Jiang Huai looked up, and found that the speaker was sitting on the left hand side of Mr. Cong, dressed elegantly and luxuriously, with peonies embroidered on his clothes, and his face was almost similar to that of Mr. Cong.

Not far away, Cong Yue answered the phone there: "Auntie, you made a mistake, my brother's boyfriend is over there, his name is Jiang Huai."

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone at the table followed Cong Yue's words.

The smile on the aunt's face faded a little, and she looked at Jiang Huai with a meaningful smile.

Jiang Huai said, "Hello, Auntie."

The aunt nodded, and the smile on her face returned to kindness: "You are so beautiful, which family are you from?"

Jiang Huai said, "I'm from Jiangcheng."

The aunt nodded, and Cong Yue interjected, "He is Shang Chen's friend."

The aunt said: "I am familiar with this name."

Cong Yun said on the side: "Shang Chen is Cheng Yang's fiancé, and also a good friend of Lawyer Jiang."

She sobered up, called him "lawyer Jiang" again, and returned to her prickly appearance.

The aunt shook her head and frowned slightly: "The married family's house has been restless recently, and young people are very angry, but they can't make trouble about separating the family."

She asked Jiang Huai: "Are you angry?"

Before Jiang Huai could speak, Cong Yun snorted coldly, Jiang Huai couldn't argue.

Qi Xinyou came out to smooth things over, calling affectionately: "Auntie, you eat vegetables."

The aunt didn't speak any more, she turned her head, looked at Mr. Cong, and said, "Cong Shan has a bad temper since he was a child. No child from a good family would want to marry him. Once he calms down, he will naturally know who is good and who is bad."

She spoke mercilessly, and everyone present was waiting to see Jiang Huai embarrassed.

Jiang Huai responded obediently: "My aunt is right."

Cong Yue sat aside and watched the show, watching Jiang Huai who was in the most embarrassing situation.

Jiang Huai held his breath and didn't explain anything. He agreed to whatever my aunt said.

Like a ball of cotton, limp and without temper.

He underestimated him.

After eating, Jiang Huai sat down for a while, seeing that it was getting late, he planned to say goodbye and leave.

Mr. Cong didn't keep him, and he didn't arrange for someone to send him off, he only cared about chatting with Qi Xinyou.

Cong Shan heard about the farce just now and came to him to send him back.

Jiang Huai smiled, Cong Shan always treats him as a child, and he has to be sent home.

He said, "You stay with grandpa, and I can take a taxi back."

Cong Shan insisted: "I'll see you off."

He took Jiang Huai's hand and led him into the car.

Tesla drove out of the manor smoothly along the way he had come.

Jiang Huai leaned against the car window, looked at the moon in the sky, and hummed softly in a peaceful mood.

After a whole day, he finally relaxed.

Cong Shan glanced at him, infected by his happiness, and said, "Huaibao has worked hard."

Jiang Huai smiled and said in a brisk tone, "Dr. Cong has also worked hard."

They have the same mind, so there is a secret tacit understanding when they are having fun while suffering.

Cong Shan said, "Does Huaibao want to eat grapes?"

Jiang Huai thought of the painting he copied this afternoon, and became interested: "Where to eat?"

Cong Shan said: "We hide in the mountains, even the gods can't find us."

Jiang Huai said, "Okay, okay."

Cong Shan smiled, the car stopped on the side of the road, he unbuckled his seat belt, leaned over, and kissed Jiang Huai's eyes lightly.

Jiang Huai felt itchy, closed his eyes, and heard him say softly, "Thank you."

What to thank and why, he didn't say clearly, but Jiang Huai understood.

Jiang Huai dimpled from a smile, and took the initiative to hold his hand, fingers clasped together.

"you are welcome."