Protocol Refinement [Wearing the Book]

After seeing the Shen family's old house, I realized that Grandpa Meng Xu's birthday banquet was quite low-key for a family like them.

The Shen family and the Meng family, together with several other well-known surnames in N City, live in this garden-style villa area covering an area of ​​more than 2000 mu. Each house has its own artificial lake, and the greening has been done. It has become an art, with the shadows of trees whirling under the moonlight, corridors and waterside pavilions, rockery shadow walls, and people walking among them are like being in a painting.

Ji Lingo smiled frankly and said that he no longer knew where to look.

Shen Cizhou whispered, "Actually, I am too."

Ji Lingo did it because of admiration, while he did it because of nostalgia.

He has lived in the old house for ten years and spent his pampered childhood here, fishing koi in the artificial lake with a fishing net, pruning flowers and branches with his grandfather, climbing to the laurel tree in front of the guest room to hide from the foreign teacher... …

The golden osmanthus tree was worth six figures, and it looked like an immortal guiding the way. He kicked off a branch and directly devalued it to five figures. Grandpa hugged him and laughed, saying that it was called "Toad Palace Zhegui".

Now the golden osmanthus tree has sprouted new branches at the broken branch, but the old man with frost on his temples can't come back.

Shen Cizhou raised his head, looked at the moonlight pouring between the branches, feeling sore and swollen in his heart, it turned out that...

It's been so long.

"Master Xiaozhou?" Someone called out in surprise and hesitation.

Shen Cizhou turned around when he heard the sound, and saw a fat middle-aged woman standing at the end of the wind and rain corridor. She was wearing the uniform black and white work clothes at home, her hair was meticulously combed into a hat, and she was holding a hydrangea cake in her hand. .

"Aunt Yang?" Shen Cizhou was taken aback for a moment, he thought that Qiao Huanyan had replaced all the servants in the old house.

"Oh, my little master." The middle-aged woman approached quickly, looked Shen Cizhou up and down, her eyes turned red, "I almost didn't recognize him when I grew up, he looks so good..."

She said several times in a row that it was really nice, and finally wiped the corners of her eyes quietly, "Master saw it, he will definitely..."

"Will come alive from the coffin."

A strange sentence of yin and yang came lightly from the door of the living room. Shen Yingzhi leaned against the door frame with his arms around his shoulders, and said again: "It's such a sense of accomplishment to raise other people's children so well."

Aunt Yang suppressed her smile. She watched Shen Cizhou grow up, and she felt very emotional in her heart, but the real boss was right in front of her, and she didn't dare not look at her face, so she nodded and hurried away.

When she passed by Shen Yingzhi, Shen Yingzhi took a hydrangea cake.

"Auntie Yang's Chinese cakes are very good. My mother likes them very much, so she has been keeping her. Now it seems that I have to change the taste, and I will inevitably get tired of eating..." Shen Yingzhi blinked, "Brother, what do you think? "

He was alluding to the relationship between Meng Xu and Shen Cizhou.

Ji Linge snorted, "Chuan'er, let me go out and beat him to death."

The kind of "resentment" that can be used for both magic attacks and physical attacks.

But Shen Cizhou doesn't always need a pirate to stand out, and it's not like he doesn't have a long mouth.

"You want to replace Aunt Yang?" Shen Cizhou frowned, looking melancholy like a little white flower, "It's hard to find a job now, I remember Grandpa Meng said that he likes to eat her cakes, why don't I visit Grandpa Meng and let She'll go to Meng's house to work."

He raised his eyes with a smile, "I'm tired of eating, it means that I liked to eat it before, and I often flashed it in front of my eyes, maybe I remembered the taste?"

Shen Yingzhi's face froze.

Ji Linge watched a Gongdou drama, and was very dissatisfied with some of Shen Cizhou's words, "What kind of taste? That stuff full of muddleheads...Has he tasted it?"

Shen Cizhou: "...Of course not."

Ji Linge is a future person, so he doesn't pay much attention to first kiss or not, but that idiot might have some mental retardation virus, so don't infect his little boat.

"It's not a coincidence, I don't have one either." Ji Linge said with a low smile, "Interstellar imports, the trademark is intact, abide by masculinity, good work...Young master, are you interested in me?"

Shen Cizhou was amused, "Besides being slick, do you have any other specialties..."

"Yes." Ji Linge promoted himself in a cheerful tone, "I can also do pole dancing."

Shen Cizhou:? ? ?

Good... What a coquettish skill.

Shen Yingzhi looked at Shen Cizhou and said a few words while pressing the bluetooth headset as if no one was around.

Shen Cizhou was smiling, standing in front of a clump of white camellias, under the mithril-like moonlight, he and the camellias were shrouded in a hazy halo, although there was a little unhealthy and sickness under the handsome and dignified outline, but he When laughing, there is a feeling of melting fine snow, clear and cool.

Shen Yingzhi's eyes were dazzled by such a smile, his back molars were clenched tightly, and his jaw tensed.

He was always jealous of Shen Cizhou, jealous of the Jiyue Qingfeng in him, which he couldn't learn.

Then he thought of something again, his expression slowed down a little, and he calmed down again.

"Brother, you always talk like this, why can't you never learn to be honest and cute?"

Ji Linge couldn't help poking his head, "How cute? Add a 'na' like you? Then I will..."

Shen Yingzhi: "What?"

Ji Linge: "For example, I want to play a suona for you now."

Shen Cizhou: "...Pfft."

……

The verbal dispute at the door was interrupted by the servant who told him to cook, Shen Yingzhi blushed with anger, turned around and walked towards the Huxin Pavilion first.

Shen Cizhou followed with a smile in his eyes. It was rare that he could face Qiao Huanyan so easily. After all, he was not alone now.

But when the maid rolled up the bamboo curtain hanging from the eaves of the hexagonal pavilion, his smile froze again.

He saw Shen Luying, his foster father, grandfather's only son.

The man who was supposed to be in his prime was now tired in the wheelchair, as thin as a shriveled shrimp, with his neck tilted, and when he squinted his eyes to see Shen Cizhou, Shen Luying seemed a little excited, and slapped the wheelchair hard twice.

He was still wearing a blue and white striped hospital gown under his coat.

"Come here and have dinner." Qiao Huanyan greeted, "Your dad can come out for a while, and he will go back to the nursing home after dinner."

Shen Cizhou: ...

He sat down, and someone beside him handed him a disinfectant wipe to wipe his hands.

Qiao Huanyan tied her long hair into a low bun, and her sideburns made her look a bit playful. She was feeding Shen Luying soup with her own hands, spoonful after spoonful, very considerate.

This picture should have been filled with love for each other, but unfortunately, she and Shen Luying look like a father and daughter, and it is impossible to tell that they are in love with each other. It is a little bit like spit.

But Shen Luying was not like this before the car accident.

The reason why Shen Cizhou wasn't suspected of his parentage by Mr. Shen might be because of the similarities in his good looks.

Shen Luying was young and flirtatious, and he was a typical dude. He really didn't care about the legal clauses that were too heavy, otherwise he might not be sitting in a wheelchair, but a regret chair.

But he didn't do anything to accumulate virtue, and danced wildly on the moral bottom line.

In the end, the car overturned in a bet in the racing club. It is said that the jackpot of that bet was the first night of a certain popular student.

The grandfather who was about to undergo surgery was stimulated by the news and passed away that night. Shen Cizhou, a 14-year-old freshman in the second year of junior high school, was sent to study abroad by Qiao Huanyan.

Thinking about it now, everything is strange.

The biggest beneficiary is the most suspicious.

The meal was very quiet, except for the soft sound of the tableware colliding, only Shen Luying was sobbing and sobbing.

Shen Yingzhi finished eating first, and he said impatiently: "Mom, let's get down to business."

Qiao Huanyan glanced at him, picked up the napkin and wiped her mouth with white and tender hands like suet jade, and waved to the people waiting beside to push Shen Luying away.

When passing by Shen Cizhou, a raised floor tile caught the wheelchair. Shen Luying threw forward unsteadily and almost fell, but was supported by "Shen Cizhou" with quick eyesight and quick hands.

"Small boat." Ji Linge whispered, "He has something in his sleeve."

Shen Cizhou remained calm, helped him up, and sat back down.

"So, don't play those dangerous sports, or if something happens to you, what should you tell your mother to do?" Qiao Huanyan sighed, and said softly: "Don't be like your father, don't worry about it. Heart."

"Understood, Mom." Shen Yingzhi responded, and turned to look at Shen Cizhou: "Brother, the story of you beating someone in Meng's house last time has spread, and you don't even look like you when you look so fierce. Is it too stressful or not in a good state of mind?"

Shen Cizhou has been waiting for the notification that the task is completed, just sitting in front of Qiao Huanyan, he can't control the nausea.

But the achievement is "Doctor's Greetings".

Obviously, it's not there yet.

"There is nothing wrong with my mental state, I was just too angry last time." Shen Cizhou kept the setting in mind, raised his eyebrows again, and sighed sadly and weakly: "My fiancé and younger brother are in love, who can smile? "

Qiao Huanyan was noncommittal to this answer. She stirred the coffee in the cup without looking at Shen Cizhou, "Let the psychiatrist take a look, you don't count what you said."

Shen Cizhou thought to himself that a psychiatrist might be useless, and it would be better to find a great dancer. He didn't know the ancient tricks of the earth age... Ah no, ancient Taoism, can it hold the pole dance from the stars? vixen.

作者有话要说：感谢在2022-04-0723:31:45~2022-04-0823:22:02期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: Yuan Zong, 5 bottles of Xiaopingguo; Li Jinglong's mother 2 bottles; Shen Mo Ningyuan, 1 bottle of Santu porridge;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!