After rebirth, I want to stay away from bamboo horses

Zhen Xin was so afraid that Qin Shuo would lose his breath and never wake up again. Qin Shuo could risk his own life for him, but his recent attitude towards him was very cold. He blamed himself very much.

Even if they can't become a couple, Qin Shuo can still be young for his own sake. Qin Shuo just doesn't love himself. As a child, he didn't do anything wrong.

Zhen Xin stayed by Qin Shuo's bedside and thought about it all night last night. As long as Qin Shuo could wake up safely, he would return to the position of a good friend and try to get along well with him.

Even if she sees him, she will inevitably remember the sufferings of her previous life, and her heart will feel uncomfortable. Zhen Xin also decides to face it well.

There is no airtight wall in the world. The fact that Qin Shuo got into a fight and was hospitalized spread to the Qin family's ears the next day.

When Qin Shuo received a call from his uncle, saying that a family member was coming to the hospital to visit, he quickly denied that he was hospitalized. He only said that he had suffered a minor injury and was not in trouble. He had been discharged from the hospital a long time ago.

After hanging up the phone, Qin Shuo immediately packed his things and went through the discharge procedures. He had always hated the way his uncles were so conciliatory. He didn't want to be in the hospital and watch a large family come to the hospital bed to "show off" and let the whole hospital know how much his eldest brother, the Qin family, cared about his nephew. By the way, it would be unreasonable to step on his restless nephew.

When Qin Shuo was recuperating at home, Zhen Xin would stew soup every day and send it to Qin Shuo. Yam and pork ribs soup, morel chicken soup, tomato and beef brisket soup... I haven't had anything the same for several days.

Qin Shuo just felt like his mouth was full of water. He never knew when Zhen Xin was so good at cooking. The soup she cooked was just too good for his taste. It was salty and salty and had just the right umami flavor. Qin Shuo was really afraid that when Aunt Feng came back after the Chinese New Year, he would eat the food cooked by Aunt Feng and it would be tasteless.

How could there be such a treasured boy like Zhen Xin in the world? He could be considered as good at both the hall and the kitchen. Qin Shuo suddenly remembered that when Zhen Xin rejected Meng Liang before, she said that she had someone in her heart that she couldn't be with.

Which man is so ignorant that he let down Xin Xin's affection? How on earth can we abduct such a good Zhen Xin back to our home? Qin Shuo was troubled.

On the afternoon of New Year's Eve, Qin Yuan drove directly back to Linjiang after holding a year-end summary meeting with the company's senior management in Beiyang. I picked up three boxes of Maotai, picked up Qin Shuo, and went to the old house together.

After a few days of recuperation, the swelling on the bridge of Qin Shuo's nose has subsided, and it can't be seen without looking carefully. The bandage on his hand was too conspicuous, so he simply took it off. The injured area looked less scary than the previous few days. It was still a little red, and scabs had begun to form on the broken skin.

When they arrived, they happened to see the butler waiting at the door. Qin Yuan asked the butler to find someone to carry the three boxes of wine in the trunk.

Boss Qin, who was frowning and pacing at the door of the old house while making a phone call, saw Qin Yuan and Qin Shuo get out of the car. He quickly hung up the phone and came forward to greet him: "Hey, our second brother is a busy man. You But we’re finally back, we’re all here, and we’re just waiting for you.”

"Brother, I'm sorry for keeping you waiting for so long." Qin Yuan said apologetically and followed Boss Qin to the inner courtyard.

"Hey, it's okay for us to wait, but I'm afraid grandpa won't be able to wait. You said grandpa is 96 years old, and his body and bones can't stand the torment?" Boss Qin's words were thorny, as if he was blaming Qin. Yuan is too arrogant and comes late.

"Yes, yes, blame me, blame me, I was busy too late, and there was a traffic jam on the highway, so I was delayed." Qin Yuan apologized continuously.

"I don't mean to blame you, second brother, you must not think like that." Boss Qin quickly waved his hand.

"No, I know. Brother, you are just telling the truth." Qin Yuan knew it, and still had a smile on his face.

Boss Qin smiled hypocritically: "As long as you understand."

Several tables of family banquets had been set up in the inner courtyard, and the men directly in the family were sitting at the main table. When Qin Laosan saw Qin Yuan, he hurriedly greeted him: "Second brother, you are back. It must have been a hard journey."

"It's okay, it's just a traffic jam."

"Come in quickly, I'll ask grandpa to eat." Qin Laosan said.

"Third brother, why don't you just send a girl to go there yourself? We three brothers haven't seen each other for so long. We have a lot to say, so we can't hurry up and get together." Boss Qin said.

"Okay, I'll ask Xiao Cui to invite you." Qin Laosan said obediently.

"I haven't seen Grandpa for a long time, I'd better go." Qin Shuo said. Anyway, he didn't really want to stay here and listen to their polite words.

"Okay, then I'll trouble you, Xiaoshuo." Qin Laosan said politely.

Qin Shuo went to the back room and called out as soon as he entered the door: "Grandpa, are you there?"

"Who is it?" Qin Zhongshu responded. He was leaning on a cane with one hand and practicing writing calligraphy with the other hand. He practiced unwaveringly every day. Now he is also somewhat famous in the calligraphy circle.

"It's me, Qin Shuo, your great-grandson, remember?"

"Remember, of course I remember. Do you think I have Alzheimer's disease? I have a good memory!" Qin Zhongshu glanced in the direction of Qin Shuo, called Qin Shuo over, and said with a smile, "Come on, come and help me take a look. , which one is better is the newly written calligraphy on this one, or the one next to it that was written yesterday?”

Although Qin Zhongshu is 96 years old, his body and bones are still healthy, but his legs and feet are a little weak and he can't walk fast.

"I think it's all pretty good, Grandpa, but I really don't understand this aspect."

Alas, is it better to choose this picture or that picture? Qin Zhongshu was confused and frowned.

"Grandpa, don't worry about it. Think about it after you eat. Look at you, you've lost weight from worry. I'm here to invite you to have New Year's Eve dinner. Today is New Year's Eve, so you should eat more."

"Okay, okay, I'll eat more." Qin Zhongshu smiled and put down the brush in his hand and took off his reading glasses.

Qin Shuo helped Qin Zhongshu go out. The fingers of his right hand were just scabbed and could not be moved much. They were huddled in the sleeves of his sweatshirt and tried his best to support him with his forearm.

After Qin Zhongshu came out and asked everyone to sit down and start eating, everyone sat down one after another.

The adults have wine in their glasses, and the children have milk in their glasses. They all raise their glasses and take a sip before eating.

Qin Shuo was afraid of exposing his food when he was eating. He held the spoon in his left hand to reach the food, lowered his head and ate silently without saying a word.

Boss Qin seemed to be waiting for this moment and asked in front of Qin Zhongshu: "Xiao Shuo, why don't you use chopsticks to eat? You are such an adult, but you still use a spoon like your brother Xiao Ming?"

Qin Shuo knew that Uncle Qin would have to talk about this matter sooner or later, and he was holding back the bad water in his heart. Every time he would pick something against him, Qin Shuo impatiently teased: "I think it's good to be like a younger brother. It's really hard to be an older brother." I don’t even know how to eat or talk, so I’m better off being a younger brother.”