almost lost eggs

From the time I got off the car, I was followed by all kinds of eyes, but after looking at it, no one dared to whisper or gossip.

Shan Jun pushed open the wooden door that was full of ancient charms - there was a creak, before people entered, a faint fragrance overflowed, if there was nothing there, Feng Nan recognized this smell, it has a calming effect.

Entering the house, the interior is elegantly decorated, and the modern style blends the ancient fragrance and charm to complement each other. On the sandalwood table carved with plum blossoms, there is a delicate palm-sized incense burner, and light smoke curls up.

Shan Jun led Feng Nan, walked around the Chinese style screen familiarly, and entered inside.

An old man with gray hair was lying on his back in a rocking chair, holding up a newspaper while rocking and reading, covering his entire face.

He heard the movement outside the door early in the morning, but it didn't mean that he wanted to welcome the visitor, or even a happy face. After all, the visitor hadn't stepped into this room for a long, long time.

"Grandpa." Shan Jun shouted.

For ordinary people, these two words show the warmth of family affection, but from Shan Juan's mouth, it is as if the work is done step by step, reporting work one by one, polite, and indifferent.

But it seems that the people who are called don't care about these.

He took away the newspaper, revealing half of his face, wearing presbyopic glasses, unexpectedly peaceful.

Feng Nan took a closer look, and found that the old man's eyebrows and jaw line were similar to those of the person standing beside him, but the person beside him was more stern, as if cut by a knife.

The old man glanced up at the two of them, let out a snort from his nasal cavity, folded the newspapers again and again, and then put them aside, his gestures were sharp and tough, not like an 80-year-old old man.

The aura is self-explanatory.

The old man took off his glasses and nodded his chin towards the bamboo chair opposite him, "It's quite early, take a seat."

Feng Nan and Shan Juan looked at each other in unison, Shan Jun nodded slightly, and Feng Nan sat down.Shan Juan was originally standing beside him, but after standing for a while, he sat down beside Feng Nan again.

There was a set of tea sets on the sandalwood table in front of him, and the old man's movements of making tea were smooth and smooth, with a lot of experience.

He pushed the two brewed cups in front of Feng Nan and Dan Juan, and said, "What's the name.--"

This question was definitely not asked by Shan Jun.

May I ask Feng Nan that there is no such thing as 300 taels of silver here.

A large part of the reason why Shan Jun was called back in such a hurry was because of that trending search. Since I read that trending search, there is no such thing as not knowing the name of the person involved.

The old man is smart.

However, Feng Nan would not be stage frighted because of these, and changed his smiling face according to Shan Jun's request: "Grandpa, Feng Nan."

The old man snorted and laughed, and the old god took a sip of water on the ground and rejected Feng Nan's title: "I am not. After dinner, you can go back and forth wherever you go. The young man can do anything at a young age to Rome. There is no rush."

Shan Jun said before Feng Nan could speak: "He is! In terms of seniority, he should be."

The old man was not annoyed at being choked by his eldest grandson, and he was still kind and unmoved.

Feng Nan also cooperated very well, and added the sad feeling of being beaten by a mandarin duck in his words: "Grandpa, we are true love." After speaking, he held Shan Jun's big palm, interlocked his fingers, and then turned to Shan Jun, as if affirming , nodded slightly: "Yeah."

Shan Jun stared at Feng Nan, feeling a little strange in his heart.

Feng Nan himself added some more actions and lines.

Before the "um", he obviously taught him to do those words and actions, but at this point, why did he feel strange, but he is very cute.

Forget it, there is no rule that actors cannot add scenes to themselves, and besides, these actions are very effective.

At least Shan Jun was very useful.

From time to time the old man's eyes pretended to glance over their handshake.

The old but full-bodied voice sounded again in this fragrant elegant room, this time facing Shan Jun, his dirty eyes seemed to be indifferent and said: "You have to remember that your surname is Shan."

"I'm a businessman now, Grandpa." Even when facing an old man, he was still an elder related to him by blood, Shan Jun didn't care about fighting back, as if he hadn't thought about what to do if the old man fell ill.

When he said this, Feng Nan glanced at him out of the corner of his eye, but soon returned to his original state.

The old man's breathing became heavier, "The businessman is also named Shan!"

"It turned out to be Ye, grandpa."

At this moment, the sound of grandpa sounding again and again is particularly ironic, each sound is like a thorn piercing the cochlea, causing bursts of tinnitus.

When the word Ye was mentioned, the old man trembled slightly, so he almost made a concession to him, "It's okay to play, there will be no next time to enter the public eye."

"It's not for fun." Shan Jun said categorically, with an aura that would never change until death.

The old man laughed back, "Then let's see if your uncles agree."

The old man drank the tea in the ceramic cup calmly, and then put it on the table without hesitation, making a dull sound. This was his habitual action, indicating that he did not want to continue the conversation.

The old man: "Okay, I have to quarrel every time I come back, and it's the first time because of a man." He smiled at Feng Nan, with a warm spring breeze, and continued, "It's Feng Nan, please enjoy your dinner and let Shan Jun take care of you." I hope you get to know the Shan family well."

He waved his hand, indicating that they could leave.

Shan Juan was also not polite, bent slightly and bowed before leading Feng Nan away.

In less than 10 minutes, the conversation spanning two generations, um... not very friendly, Feng Nan defined it in his heart.

***

The dinner party was held regularly, and Feng Nan met some other elders of Shan Jun, but there was no "grandfather" among them. Although the others were old, their hair was not yet gray.

Several people sat around two tables.

Feng Nan also saw the uncles mentioned by "Grandpa", two, the second uncle and the third uncle.

But what was unexpected was that the dinner table was surprisingly harmonious. They didn't compete for Shan Jun to introduce Feng Nan, and Shan Juan didn't rush to introduce Feng Nan.

On the contrary, the third uncle said casually during the meal: "Recently, the bureau is watching closely. Your second uncle is in the election, so take it easy."

As soon as these words came out, the women and children who were eating with gusto on the table had to pause for a moment. After a few seconds of silence, the second uncle in the mouth of the third uncle walked around the table and said in a deep and undeniable tone: "Have a meal!"

Calling for dinner, Feng Nan couldn't wait to eat. After sitting down, he didn't stop his chopsticks, so did Shan Juan, but he was busy picking up meat for Feng Nan.

At this moment, Shan Jun poured Feng Nan a glass of water, which seemed to be very ordinary and normal.

When Feng Nan ate too much meat, was thirsty and was busy looking for water, he saw the water in Shan Jun's hand, and reached out to take it, but Shan Jun avoided it, and a trace of hesitation flashed in his eyes.

The entangled battle between heaven and ghosts was instantly annihilated, and one side took the lead.

"This is not suitable for you to drink, you drink this." As he spoke, he poured a new glass for Feng Nan.

Feng Nan took the freshly poured water, with joy in his eyes, and gulped it down.

None of the people present noticed the small movements of the two of them, and the meal was eaten quietly.

After dinner, Shan Jun and Feng Nan went to their residence, not far away, just walk through a winding path.

The two walked side by side on the moonlit path, walking at a moderate pace, speechless for a while.

I came across a green light hidden in the grass on the road, but it was slightly weaker than the moonlight tonight. Feng Nan looked up at the bright moon above his head, the light was bright and clear, and the wind was clear and cloudless.

It was very quiet beside my ears.

Feng Nan suddenly said to the moon: "Is it necessary?"

Other people may not take this inexplicable sentence for granted, Shan Jun: "Of course I have my reasons."

"Then I wish you the best of luck." Feng Nan said to him, with a vague smile on his lips.

His cold outline was wrapped in moonlight, his delicate skin almost blended with the moonlight, glowing white, and those water-like eyes all seduced someone in front of him.

At this moment, Shan Jun stared at him, feeling that this man looked like the bright moon in the sky.

He didn't ask why, but said directly "May your wishes come true"

……

The two rarely looked at each other for such a long time, as if no one was willing to look away first.

"You—" Feng Nan originally wanted to ask, "How long do you want to see?" Unexpectedly, the familiar emotional desire came surging up, and he was about to fall down for a while, so he changed his mouth immediately, frowning and panting Said: "Hold me..."