Scum attack, your father is here!

The timeline stretches to the seventh year when Qi Yousui inherited the Zhong family.

At this time, Zhong Zhichun and Zhong Yurong have half delegated power to Qi Yousui. Qi Yousui has already taken the position of Zhong's president at a young age. Not too big.

Fortunately, Qi Yousui is also smart and quick to learn, and with Qi Qingyun's help, he soon secured his position. Now that his wife is in his arms and the child is on his knees, he can be regarded as a winner in life.

As night fell, Qi Yousui finished the work at hand, stood up and loosened his bow tie, heaved a sigh of relief, looked down from the 49th floor of Zhong's, and was about to pick up his son from school when his phone rang suddenly.

He paused, picked up the mobile phone on the table, stared at the word "Qi Ji'an" on it, squinted his eyes for a while, and answered the phone with a hoarse and cold voice, revealing a touch of fatigue:

"Hey?"

"Father, are you off work?"

Qi Ji'an's black and smooth long hair was neatly tied behind him with a navy blue headband, his legs were crossed, and he was sitting in the back seat of a Bugatti. Light on his knees, his side face is cold and abstinent, at first glance he resembles Qi Qingyun by three points, only when he heard Qi Yousui speak, those icy eyes are suddenly stained with a little star Warmth:

"I went downstairs to the company."

"Ah, Ji'an."

Qi Yousui picked up the suit jacket on the sofa, and while gesturing to the assistant to instruct some matters, he walked downstairs and said perfunctorily:

"Isn't today Friday, why do you suddenly want to go home?"

"...Father, today is the Dragon Boat Festival." Qi Ji'an was speechless for a moment, then paused, and then patiently and slowly continued after a while:

"Mom, he took his younger brother back to Zhong's old house first, and told me and the driver to pick you up first."

"Dragon Boat Festival?" Qi Yousui was stunned for a moment, took the phone away from his ear, stared at the time on the screen for a while, and then slowly reacted:

"Oh........."

His apologetic voice came out through the phone speaker, with a fine electric voice: "I'm sorry, I'm too busy, I forgot about this."

"It's okay, I'm downstairs."

Qi Ji'an has long been used to Qi Yousui's busyness, but he didn't take it to heart. He wanted to say a few more words, and Qi Yousui's tall and straight figure appeared downstairs in the company and entered his sight.

Seeing this, Qi Ji'an quickly cut off the phone, opened the car door, and let Qi Yousui, who had been busy for a long time, come in, put on a smiling face, and said joyfully:

"father!"

"Ah."

Qi Yousui stretched out his hand, patted his head perfunctorily, let Qi Ji'an rub his furry hair against his neck, hugged him, and whispered to the driver:

"Go back to the clock house."

Today is the Dragon Boat Festival, early in the morning Qi Qingyun and Zhong Xuejin were busy in the kitchen, trimming the leaves of the zongzi, after cleaning, boiled them in hot water, and then started making zongzi.

"Oh, what zongzi are you eating today!"

As soon as Chu Queze returned to Zhong Zhai with Qi Mingyan in his arms, Qi Mingyan rushed into the kitchen excitedly, hugging his favorite grandfather Qi Qingyun and refused to let go:

"Grandpa, Mingyan wants to eat zongzi, eat..."

At the end of speaking, Qi Mingyan suddenly twitched his blue eyebrows in confusion, counted the number of people with his fingers, waved his fleshy arms, and stammered, "Eat the sixth largest rice dumpling!!"

The biggest one is for dad and grandpa!

"..." Poor Qi Qingyun, who became a grandfather at the age of 27, paused for a while, lowered her eyelashes, looked at the excited Xiaoxue dumpling, and said with a broken smile:

"Then you've stumped me, I can't make the sixth largest zongzi."

"qwq that's alright..."

The deflated Qi Mingyan was picked up by Zhong Xuejin, trying to tease him, she stretched out her fingertips like a cat teasing stick in front of Qi Mingyan, and said intentionally:

"Ming Yan, I'll give you the biggest zongzi, okay?"

"Mom said, respect the old and love the young." Qi Mingyan grabbed Zhong Xuejin's finger and wanted to stuff it into his mouth, but Zhong Xueji reacted quickly, and immediately returned his hand, crying and laughing:

"Why do you keep stuffing things in your mouth?"

"I suspect he hasn't passed his lip period yet." Chu Jueze took off his coat and handed it to the servant, then smiled embarrassedly at Zhong Xue:

"Sorry, I didn't teach him well."

"...Don't say that."

Qi Yousui and Chu Queze went through several separations and reunions and resolving misunderstandings before they got together. When Qi Yousui discovered Ming Yan's existence, Ming Yan could go to kindergarten.

Among them, how hard it is for him to take care of the children alone, as Zhong Xuejin, who used to take care of Daqi alone, can also understand a thing or two, so now, Zhong Xuejin is a little more tolerant towards Chu Queze for no reason.

"Mom, don't be angry."

As soon as Ming Yan saw the movement of Chu Queze's lowered eyes, he knew that the other party was in a bad mood, so he quickly slid down from Zhong Xuejin's arms, ran over and hugged Chu Queze's waist, and said anxiously:

"I don't bite my fingers anymore."

"... Be good, it's not your fault." Chu Jueze laughed uncontrollably, bent down to hug Ming Yan, and was about to say something more, when the door opened again.

Chu Queze and Qi Qingyun's husband turned their heads at the same time, and as expected, they saw two familiar figures outside the door.

"Father, brother!"

As soon as Ming Yan saw Ji'an, his eyes lit up. He hesitated for two seconds between his brother and his mother, and decided to choose his mother. He just sat in Chu Queze's arms and waved to Qi Yousui and Qi Ji'an:

"Ming Yan is here!"

"... saw it."

Qi Yousui walked quickly to Chu Queze's side, hugged Qi Mingyan, kissed the center of the brow, and then resolutely threw Qi Mingyan to Qi Ji'an.

Qi Mingyan hugged his brother tightly aggrieved: "QAQ father only loves mother, not me anymore."

"... Just get used to it." Qi Ji'an lovingly stroked his younger brother's hair.

Qi Yousui walked up to Chu Queze's side, lowered his head, and touched his head. Seeing that the other party's clear amber eyes completely filled his figure, he paused, and Fang whispered:

"Is there no surgery to do today?"

"Today's Dragon Boat Festival, I'm asking for leave."

360 Chu Queze, who was in the hospital for 360 days out of five, hugged Qi Yousui's waist, enjoying Qi Yousui's active intimacy, begged for a lingering and deep kiss in his arms, raised his face and asked Qi Yousui , looking forward to:

"Can we sleep together tonight?"

Ji'an is back, and he can sleep with his younger brother alone.

".......cough."

Qi Ji'an stood aside, and when he heard the conversation between the two, he pressed his fingertips into fists at the corner of his mouth and coughed lightly. He blocked his younger brother Shui Lingling with his palm, and with big curious eyes, he walked away speechlessly, and took his younger brother to the room. Playing with blocks.

"The mixed meat needs to be marinated first, and then soak the glutinous rice for an hour."

In the kitchen, Qi Qingyun taught Zhong Xuejin, the kitchen killer, to take a few salted duck eggs, and used a mesh sieve to remove the egg whites. Only the bright red salted egg yolks were taken, and then soaked in oil for later use.

"Ah, it splashed on me..."

Zhong Xuejin really doesn't know how to cook, even if he cracks an egg, he can get all over his body. She looks at Qi Qingyun's side face embarrassingly, and clutches her toes in embarrassment.

"...Be careful, don't cut your fingers by the eggshell." Qi Qingyun held his forehead, really worried about his stupid wife, thought for a while, and said: "You go to see the glutinous rice bubble Good or not."

"Oh..." Zhong Xue squeezed the time, walked to the side, and waited eagerly for the glutinous rice to soak, and brought it to Qi Qingyun like a treasure.

"Four bowls of glutinous rice, two of which put 4g of salt, 3g of sugar, 20g of light soy sauce and 6g of dark soy sauce."

While Qi Qingyun was talking, Zhong Xuejin was memorizing it, but he obviously didn't have such a good memory as Chu Jueze, so he rummaged around for a while, almost knocking down the seasoning glass bottle.

"... Forget it, I suspect you can't tell the difference between light soy sauce and dark soy sauce."

Qi Qingyun flicked her wet fingers, put seasonings into the glutinous rice in two glass bowls, stretched out her knuckles to scrape the bridge of Zhong Xuejin's nose, and sighed:

"What would you do without me, huh?"

"Then don't leave me."

Zhong Xue hugged Qi Qingyun's waist, put her soft face on Qi Qingyun's back, and whispered:

"I can tell the difference between you and my son."

"... less obfuscation."

Qi Qingyun mixed the salty glutinous rice well, then put the pre-soaked red beans into the other two bowls, and mixed them well.

"What do you like to eat?" Qi Qingyun also prepared other ingredients, including sausages, shiitake mushrooms, mashed taro, candied dates and red bean paste, and began to make zongzi for the family.

"Ah, I want to eat mashed taro!"

Zhong Xue likes to eat sweet zongzi, so Qi Qingyun made sweet zongzi first, put a spoonful of glutinous rice first, then put round taro paste, and finally topped it with a spoonful of glutinous rice, wrapped it up, and wrapped it with different colors The cotton thread is wrapped.

Zhong Xue followed the gourd to draw a scoop, and made the salted egg yolk rice dumplings that Qi Yousui likes to eat, but it couldn't be sealed at all, the glutinous rice leaked, and he stubbornly wrapped it up secretly.

"You can't do this, it will leak if you boil it."

Qi Qingyun did not hesitate to point out him:

"Look, you can't keep your mouth shut."

"But this is the zongzi I worked so hard to make."

Zhong Xue refused to accept it, "It must be cooked."

"...If it really leaks later, you can drink the glutinous rice soup for me." Qi Qingyun was not used to him, patted his waist, put the rice dumpling into the pot and covered it, ready to cook an hour and a half.

"Just drink it." Zhong Xuejin picked her fingers and muttered in a low voice.

Qi Qingyun patted his waist perfunctorily, but when she turned around, she saw that Qi Yousui and Chu Queze, who were standing in the living room just now, had disappeared, and her two good grandsons had also disappeared.

He tilted his head in doubt, "...Hey, where's the person?"

Qi Yousui and Chu Queze were in the room.

Chu Queze was flushed all over, and his face could no longer tell whether it was his own sweat or Qi Yousui's sweat. His slightly curled up toes showed trembling arcs, and then he bit his lips forbearance, his clear amber pupils were slack, He closed his eyes helplessly and turned his head away.

When the panting in the room finally stopped, Qi Yousui hugged the exhausted Chu Queze into his arms, lifted his sweaty bangs, and kissed between his brows:

"Take you to take a bath, huh?"

Chu Queze shook his head, intending to keep something in his mouth, bit his fingertips, and whispered:

"No, that's it."

"...I'm ashamed to explain to Yan that I am always like this."

Qi Yousui held one of Chu Queze's wrists to prevent him from holding his fingers. From the corner of his eyes, his skin was so white that it was almost dazzling under the light, like a handful of fresh snow on a high mountain, clear and beautiful.

In front of outsiders, Chu Queze is the youngest chief physician, Dr. Chu, who is indifferent and indifferent, and the juniors look up to, but in front of Qi Yousui, he acts like a coquettish fool:

"I've been in the hospital these days, I miss you so much."

"..." Qi Yousui sighed, turned over and lifted the quilt to cover the two of them, his sexy and deep voice vibrated, evoking the itching and trembling from the tailbone:

"Then... until you don't want to."

By the time Qi Qingyun and Zhong Xue had finished cooking the rice dumplings and asked the servants to call Qi Yousui and his two brothers Ji An Mingyan, it was already night.

Qi Yousui supported Chu Queze's sore waist, and asked him to go downstairs slowly. While walking, he whispered to Chu Queze's ear, teasingly said:

"Do you still want to?"

Chu Queze's eyes were flushed, watery from crying too much. Hearing this, he turned his head to look at Qi Yousui, thought for a while, and said firmly:

".......think."

"...Are you a pervert?"

Qi Yousui glanced at Chu Queze speechlessly, "I cried like that at first, do you still want to?"

It's not Qi Yousui's fault, it's really Chu Jueze....... The nerves are too sensitive, every time the other party will cry at the beginning, and Qi Yousui will get angry later.

"...It's okay, I like it when you hurt me."

Chu Queze put his arms around Qi Yousui's shoulders, struggled for a long time, and thought of the years that the two missed each other because they didn't make it clear, and finally confessed in a low voice:

"I have a mild love affair."

Ever since four years ago, when he and Qi Yousui were confused but broke up unhappy, Chu Queze has firmly remembered all the sensory stimulation Qi Yousui gave him, so that he suffered from Mild love pain, as long as it is the pain that Qi Yousui inflicted on him, in him, it can even be used as another reason for infatuation.

For Chu Queze, Chu Queze could accept all the pain and joy that Qi Yousui gave him, just because that person was Qi Yousui.

"...I thought you would be more restrained when you were with me, but I didn't expect it to be even more perverted now."

Qi Yousui stretched out his fingertips and scratched Chu Jueze's chin, as if teasing a kitten, sighed, but finally couldn't bear it, carried Chu Jueze down the stairs with his legs sore and trembling, and raised his eyebrows asked:

"Because you have Ming Yan with me, so you are unscrupulous, right?"

"..." Chu Queze lay on his shoulders, his eyes seemed to be smiling, and he hugged Qi Yousui's neck tightly, but did not reply.

At the dining table, Ji'an and Mingyan were already looking forward to eating rice dumplings, especially Mingyan, who was nervous, anticipating and excited.

This is the first Dragon Boat Festival he has spent at Zhong's house since Qi Yousui brought him back to Zhong's house, and it is also the first time he has eaten zongzi made by Qi Qingyun.

It's not that Chu Queze's cooking is not delicious, but his level is limited, so it's still not as good as Qi Qingyun's cooking.

"Ji'an, Mingyan, what zongzi do you want to eat?"

The table is full of prawns, wolfberry and ginger chicken, steamed sea bass and fried lettuce. Qi Qingyun also made his specialty Longjing braised pork and fish with pickled cabbage. Yan Qian's saliva was drooling, almost flying down three thousand feet, and he danced excitedly:

"Wow, I want to eat salted egg yolk!"

"Same taste as your dad."

Zhong Xue laughed. In order to prevent Ming Yan from being burned by the hot rice dumplings, she specially cut the cotton thread for the other party, peeled off the rice dumpling leaves, put the whole meat dumpling in Ming Yan's bowl, and then pushed it in front of the other party. , said with a smile:

"Eat, Mingyan, get taller and bigger."

"Thank you!"

Ming Yan responded crisply, and didn't want to be fed by an adult. He held the small bowl and dug it slowly with a spoon, and when he took the first bite, his eyes lit up suddenly, shining like falling stars, The delicious short legs are shaking.

His appearance is 70.00% that of Qi Yousui, only a pair of amber pupils resembles his mother, so looking at it this way, he looks incredibly beautiful, like a little fairy boy.

"Mom, I want to eat salted egg yolk too."

Qi Yousui also acted like a child in front of Zhong Xuejin, pretending:

"I want you to peel me too."

"It's not for you." Zhong Xue rolled his eyes at him, slowly served Qi Qingyun some food, and said:

"I have children, can you be more stable?"

"...Oh." Qi Yousui curled his lips, and was about to reach out to grab the zongzi, but suddenly a bowl was pushed in front of him, and a bright and attractive salted egg yolk zongzi was lying on the bottom of the white bowl , still braving a faint white steam under the light.

"..." Qi Yousui was stunned for a moment, then raised his head subconsciously, just in time to meet Chu Jueze's greasy hand when he took the hot towel prepared by the servant and wiped off the rice dumplings.

Seeing Qi Yousui looking at him, Chu Queze was still a little confused, so:

"Don't you want to eat zongzi? I'll peel it for you, don't you want to eat?"

"........eat."

Qi Yousui withdrew his gaze slowly, looking at Qi Qingyun and Zhong Xuejin who were serving each other's food, Qi Ji'an who was slowly unraveling the rice dumpling thread, and carefully dug a spoonful of rice dumplings and handed them to Chu. Qi Mingyan, who was in front of Queze asking his mother to eat, suddenly had a hot current somewhere in his heart, which made him unable to help but clenched Chu Queze's fingertips tightly, intertwining with Chu Queze who was always by his side.

The world is pitched, there is no limit to joys and sorrows, and the reunion remains the same.

Qi Yousui didn't understand the meaning of New Year's Day until he was 16 years old. Until now, he finally understood that the so-called festival, for many people, is not only a remembrance and commemoration, but also a meaning of the ancient people's long-lasting love. So that people in this world can be reunited.

"Happy Dragon Boat Festival."

Qi Qingyun sat on the main seat, held up the wine glass, the broken ice collided, the light reflected a bright brilliance in the swaying wine, and said with a smile:

"Everyone, let's have a drink together?"

Hearing Qi Qingyun's suggestion, Zhong Xuejin, Qi Yousui, Chu Queze, and Qi Ji'an held up their cups one after another, even the four-year-old Qi Mingyan stood up unsteadily, trying to hold up the juice at hand, bang All of a sudden, the six cups collided, and there were crisp blessings scattered all over the floor:

"Dragon Boat Festival Ankang!"

At that time, we had hopes, dreams, and literature. Now we drink late at night, and when the glasses clink together, we can still hear the true sound of love falling to the ground.