Dangerous game

The owner of the hot dry noodle shop I frequented recently returned to Seoul for the Chinese New Year. There was a plastic sign saying "Temporarily closed" outside the shutter door. Jiang Bei stood at the door for a while. I poured a basin of water outside the store with a "beep", and the water was still smoking, evaporating the last bit of heat in the early morning.

"Young man, do you want to eat wontons? There are all kinds of fillings." The proprietress put the basin on her waist and asked him.

Jiang Bei said "um", untied the scarf, and walked into the shop.

The frost was heavy in the morning, and the location of this restaurant was remote. There were only four or five diners. Jiang Bei ordered a pork and celery stuffing, and the proprietress quickly ordered it for him.

"Almost all go home for the New Year, no business, listen to the accent, locals."

"Native-born." Jiang Bei smiled, and added some soy sauce and vinegar to the plate, "Boss, I want to ask, the hot dry noodles next door, did you say when you will come back?"

"I'm not sure. I guess it will be after the fifteenth day of the first lunar month. Their business is good. The couple are from Seoul. The food is better than others, but the location is hard to find."

Jiang Bei was stirring the wontons in the bowl, with a smile on his lips, and said in an almost inaudible voice: "My husband is also from Seoul, and he used to bring me here to eat."

The proprietress heard it, she was sitting at an empty table rolling out wonton wrappers, "Why didn't you go back to Seoul for the New Year?"

"His family has many relatives, so it's inconvenient." Jiang Bei took a bite of the wonton, and continued, "I'll be back on the second day of the new year, very soon."

"Are the wonton wrappers ready—" the proprietress' husband urged in the kitchen.

"It's coming, it's coming, what's the rush?" The proprietress started to work in a hurry, a pair of purple-red sleeves was covered with powdery batter.

Jiang Bei likes to lie like this before. No one can tell whether he really forgot or did it on purpose.Last month, the monitor of their class wanted to count the number of people at the party in 15, and he also reported the number of the stupid big guy. When the person who came back contacted him and found that it was an empty number, he asked him what was the matter. Jiang Bei said he didn't either. I know, I'll ask again when I have time later.

Confused, self-directed and acted a funny show, people who are not familiar with the inside story only think that Zhou Ming is still alive, maybe living a prosperous life somewhere, but they don't want to contact them, a bunch of good-for-nothing old classmates.

A Ping called again, this time Jiangbei didn't refuse to answer, he swallowed two mouthfuls of wontons, his tongue was burned, and he asked in a hissing voice, "What's the matter?"

"Mr. Jiang, you can be regarded as picking up. Today is Xiaonian. Boss Shen asked me to take you to their home. Where are you now?"

"I dont go."

A Ping pleaded tactfully: "Don't make things difficult for me, Mr. Shen just explained such a matter, and he didn't tell me whether you will go or not."

Jiang Bei hung up the phone directly, paid the money, and walked to the subway station ahead alone. The wind and snow fell to the ground for several days and was shoveled by the cleaners with shovels, leaving only a thin layer of ice on the road son.

The gust of wind raged on his face, causing a sharp pain, and the phone in the side pocket rang again, and "Shen Munan" was displayed on the screen.

Jiang Bei picked up the phone, "Hello." There was a buzzing sound in his nasal cavity, like frozen snot bubbles.

"Where?"

Jiang Bei blew his nose with a tissue, and his throat was buzzing, "I won't go to your house."

The man's voice was a bit cold, but he didn't hear any sullenness. The subwoofer slowly overflowed from his thin lips, "Before you get married, you always have to see your parents. Didn't you say it all before?"

Jiang Bei stared blankly at the street. It was cold, and everything seemed dull. The leisurely and bloated pedestrians, the slow-moving vehicles, and the lingering sun raised his head, like an old man in his twilight years, exhausted from his body. A last bit of light and heat.

"I'm at the subway station on Songlin Road." Jiang Bei said suddenly.

Regarding marriage and destiny, he is almost on the verge of compromising. Like the winter sun, he has exhausted the last bit of residual heat in his body throughout the year.

"Wait a minute, I'll go pick you up now."

The man said "I", this time it was not for Aping to pick it up.

Jiang Bei rubbed his feet on the ground, drawing arcs left and right, people passing by in a hurry, he was always alone, the hat button of the down jacket covered his head, the scarf wrapped half of his face, only his eyes were exposed, shining Smart.

After a while, a Rolls-Royce stopped at his feet, Jiang Bei stopped the boring movements of his feet, opened the door and sat in.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time, it's really cold outside."

Shen Munan went to touch his hand, it was as cold as ice, "Why didn't you stand inside and wait?"

"I'm afraid you won't be able to find it, hurry up."

Shen Munan turned sideways to fasten his seat belt, and by the way, pinched his face that had finally gained some flesh, and snorted lightly: "Stupid."

Jiang Bei's brows furrowed and he turned his face away. I'm afraid even he himself didn't realize how inappropriate this move was.

Shen Munan was really stunned, his black eyes gradually turned strange, and for a moment he was laughing at himself, but without saying a word, he flicked his tail and turned around and galloped away.

This person has returned to his usual aura, reticent and gloomy. At this moment, Jiangbei is more like a dispensable "mistress".

"Munan." Jiang Bei called out hesitantly, intending to please everyone.

The man didn't say a word, and stared forward with falcon-like eyes, but he refused to give half of it to the little lover next to him.

"I'm just not used to being pinched in the face." His nasal cavity was a little itchy, Jiang Bei sneezed, and mumbled, "Look, I've caught a cold."

"If you catch a cold, just stay in peace. Where are you talking so much?"

"Where do I talk too much..." Jiang Bei muttered.

Shen Munan had mentioned to his mother in advance that Xiaonian would go back to eat. It hadn't been since the morning, and Shen's mother had been busy directing and directing, and the servants smiled shyly and said "Ma'am", and they were all doing things according to her orders .

More than ten years of life in a wealthy family, it seems that this woman has not cultivated a little bit of aristocratic charm, she still has that savage and worldly spirit, her eyes can seduce people, and Shen's father is seduced. Shen Munan's handsome More than half of his looks are inherited from his mother.

Really waited until his son came back, but the woman couldn't laugh at all.

"Why did you bring him here!" Shen's mother lowered her face, looked towards the second floor, and reprimanded in a low voice: "Your father is still at home today, is he crazy!"

"Take him home for dinner." Shen Munan pulled off his tie lazily, and stared at his mother with sharp eyes, "By the way, let me inform you and Dad that I'm getting married on the eighth day of the Lunar New Year."

"With whom?" Shen's mother pointed to Jiangbei, her voice still kept low, "With this broom star?"

Jiang Bei didn't get involved in the quarrel between the mother and son. Even if he was mentioned in the content, he didn't care. He just thought it was bitten by a mosquito, which was irrelevant.

Shen Munan hugged his little lover's shoulders and smoothed out a lock of curly hair on top of his head, "Don't be afraid, you go to my room and stay here."

At this time, Aunt Zhang waved to Jiangbei behind Shen's mother, signaling him to come with her.

Shen Munan saw it, "Go talk to Aunt Zhang, I'm here."

"Are you not angry with me?" Jiang Bei was still thinking about what happened in the car just now. He faced the man's caressing in his ear with a smile on his face: "I'll just think you're gone. It's just nonsensical."

Shen Munan imitated Jiang Bei's previous tone and deliberately teased: "Think again."

Jiang Bei heard everything that happened in the kitchen.

Father Shen's face was livid, and he was obviously very angry. He swallowed a few heart-relief pills and could barely sit on the sofa, closing his eyes for a while.

"Tell me." The man was nearly seventy years old, and his voice was slightly hoarse.

Shen Munan pulled a chair and sat down, with a low voice, "It's the eighth day of the Lunar New Year. Let's see if there are any relatives in the family who need to be notified, so I can prepare in advance."

Shen's father was so angry that his hands shook, but he couldn't say a word. Shen's mother stroked his father's chest to give him comfort, and at the same time reprimanded her son: "Look at the good things you have done. Get married, can he give birth to a son for you! You don't want those clean women, but you want to marry this second-hand guy back, you really want to embarrass our Shen family!"

Shen Munan caressed the men's ring on his hand without any haste, without changing his face, leaned over to pick up the tea brought by the servant just now, took a sip, and said sharply: "If you feel ashamed in Beishi, I can put Send you to Hawaii, I have already contacted you there, it is very suitable for retirement."

"Are you really crazy..."

Shen's mother never thought that the seed coming out of her stomach would hurt her heart so much. She tried her best to snatch Jiang Yun's husband, but it was of no use. His own son was hooked away.

"Your wings are really hard now!" Father Shen hammered down the coffee table heavily, his blood surged up for a moment, and his face turned blue as he clutched his heart.

"Come here soon and apologize to your father." Shen's mother was anxious.

"I know all the things you did." The man blew on the floating layer of tea leaves, his eyes gradually became cruel, "Dad, there will be no next time."

……

"Xiao Bei, come, try the brown sugar glutinous rice cake made by Auntie."

Jiang Bei came back to his senses, followed Aunt Zhang to bring the plate of glutinous rice cakes, pinched a piece and threw it into his mouth, he was still as gluttonous as he was when he was a child, he said with a smile: "It's still delicious, my mother made it too hard, Can't chew."

"Your mother is in good health recently. I haven't seen her for some days."

"She's pretty good. She still goes dancing every day. She's stronger than me."

"That's good. Let your mother pay more attention to keeping warm when you are older. This kind of cold weather is the easiest way to get sick."

"Understood, aunt."

Shen Munan didn't eat lunch at home, so Shen Munan dragged Jiang Bei and left. He came here today just to give his father a bad word and remind him: You can't touch my people.

Now most of Zhongsheng's shares are in his own hands, and he has the ability to be qualified for the current high position. He is no longer the young man who was at the mercy of others.

Driving back to the manor in the suburbs, the cold wind howled through the glass windows.

"That woodcarving exhibition, it's your fault, my work was never selected in the first place." Jiang Bei suddenly remembered this.

"Things that can be solved with money are nothing, as long as you are happy."

"Don't be like this in the future, and hate, others will know how much I am."

Shen Munan twitched the corners of his mouth, thinking that his little lover was still so innocent and ignorant, "Are you going to the studio this afternoon?"

"No, many people have gone home for the New Year, so it's fine."

"Have a good rest at home in the afternoon, and I will ask Uncle Zhong to fry the Chinese medicine for you."

Jiang Bei frowned, looking reluctant, "It's too bitter."

The man said in a deep voice, "Pinch your nose and drink."

"Just do it less in the future, you don't need to do it every day..." Jiang Bei's voice became lower and lower, vaguely embarrassed.

Shen Munan glanced at him, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "From now on, I will get up early and go for a run with me, so I won't be crying all the time in bed."