cohabitation contract

Time flies, and the National Day of the [-]th National Day has passed, and people have ushered in Christmas and New Year's Day. In just over a month, the Spring Festival is coming at a leisurely pace. Wait until March in Yangchun, another year of willow green flowers and red flowers After the good season, the annual Ching Ming Festival is coming again.

The weather in City N in April is similar to that in City H. Wrapped in moist mist, the air permeates the air. When the wind blows, teeth and claws will be poured into the collar of the shirt described. Girls with weak constitutions cannot wear it for the time being. Wear a summer dress with a thin shirt and short sleeves to avoid catching a cold. If it is a cold and windy day, even a strong man dare not challenge its majesty at will.

On the Ching Ming Festival on this day, Nie Changsheng took He Hongwu back to Helan Mountain's hometown of N City. The joint tomb of their husband and wife was buried in the N City Cemetery.

The rain is flying over the gray cemetery. God seems to respond to the poetic meaning of "the rain falls during the Qingming Festival" as the ancients said, and the drizzle floated up early in the morning, adding a sense of sadness to this flashy city.

He Hongwu started from the airport with bright eyes and kept looking at the scenery passing by the car window. The strange airport, strange streets, strange crowds, strange rhythm of life, and even the local dialect were all strange.

"Uncle Nie, was I born in this city?" He Hongwu looked at the gate of the cemetery, the green path leading to it was dotted with many colorful umbrellas, and there were countless men, women and children walking in the rain , they came from different families, but they did the same grave-sweeping thing, but the way of worship was slightly different. Buddhist families came to worship with three pastries, while religious believers brought a large bouquet of flowers. He Hongwu heard Smelling the light smell of the white daisies in his arms, he couldn't help thinking, if his father hadn't had that accident, he would have become an ordinary kid in this place, going to school, making friends, playing around here, and getting to know everyone here. The scenery here is like being familiar with City H...

"No, you were born in Beijing." Nie Changsheng squinted his eyes, as if he was wandering in the fond memories of that period of studying. At that time, they were all studying in B, and He Hongwu was in Helan Mountain before he graduated. It was just made, and their wedding was held hastily in City B, and when He Hongwu was born, a group of graduate students from the medical school who had become friends with He Lanshan came to visit, and surrounded the simple rental house with water. Everyone is vying to be the godfather of the newborn...

He Hongwu has never been to Beijing, but he is full of longing and admiration for this city, and said loudly: "I will go to Beijing to go to university in the future!"

"Tsk!" Someone snorted coldly, with a clear sense of sarcasm. He parked the car, unbuckled his seat belt, got out of the car in the rain, walked around to the trunk of the car to get two umbrellas, and held the umbrella to the passenger window. One side, motioning Nie Changsheng to get out of the car.

Nie Changsheng, who was trapped in the memory, came back to his senses. He shook his head, unfastened his seat belt, got under the umbrella held by the man, took the other umbrella in his hand, opened it, and took away the umbrella from the man. He Hongwu got off the back seat of the car.

The man holding the umbrella's eyes sank, is the person next to the pillow angry?But it seems that I was a bit too much last night, but then again, who made him deliberately irritate me!It's a statutory holiday after all, so if you don't take a good rest, you have to come to N City to visit the graves of He Lanshan and his wife. Ye Junke and He Lanshan are so close and I haven't seen him come to visit the graves. Why would he join in the fun?

Thinking of Ye Junke who was far away in New York, Zhuang Lingxiao's mood was a bit complicated. He always knew that Ye Junke was a random guy, and he just let himself do whatever he wanted, never caring about other people's thoughts and ridicule, so his legs recovered soon , then solemnly announced that he was going to travel around the world, but left behind a small burden, and really left in such a cool and unrestrained manner.

That little burden was Feng Cuo's adopted daughter who failed in the last mission operation. Ye Junke brought her back and planned to keep her by his side. Unexpectedly, she was stimulated by Zhuang Lingxiao's shot and suddenly felt that life was so fragile. , His childhood dream of traveling around the world has not yet come true, if he doesn't do it now, maybe the regrets in this life will be left behind.

For Ye Junke's decision to leave, Zhuang Lingxiao welcomed it infinitely, and this guy's constant nagging was reduced. He Hongwu was the only one left. He had to think of a good-sounding way to get this light bulb away , then he and Nie Changsheng can continue to enjoy the two-person world...

However, before he left, he pushed his adoptive daughter to Nie Changsheng, which made Zhuang Lingxiao very angry. Several times when Nie Changsheng was at work, he asked people to send the little girl back to Feng Cuo's mother. Ever since the old man got the news of his son's death, he has been living in a muddleheaded way. Ye Junke wanted to take her over to take care of her at the beginning, but the old man didn't want to leave that poor town, saying that if she left here, his son would come back. What if I can't find her?

Of course, the old man was sober sometimes, knowing that it would be better to raise his granddaughter to study in a big city, so he entrusted Ye Junke, who had been taking care of her for several years, to return to the dilapidated small courtyard and sit there waiting for her son to come home .

But every time Zhuang Lingxiao sent someone away, Nie Changsheng would rush over there tirelessly and pick up the little girl himself. After doing this three or five times, Zhuang Lingxiao stopped, as if acquiescing to the new member's entry.

The arrival of the new members was treated gently by Nie Changsheng and He Hongwu. Even the dog-legged chubby was very affectionate to the little girl. He rubbed against her all day long, accompanied her, and shared everything she could eat...

Thinking of the picture of Nie Changsheng gently hugging the little girl, Zhuang Lingxiao's expression froze, and he stared at Nie Changsheng's back a little more deeply.

Many years ago, Nie Changsheng came here to pay homage to the Helanshan couple. After so many years, he no longer knows the way.Many areas have been added to the cemetery. Rows and rows of tombstones are solemn in the rain, and the crowds coming and going are performing worship rituals in an orderly manner. In the distance, after the worship, firecrackers are lit to call the souls of relatives to claim the objects. sound.

"Uncle Nie, what should I say to my parents when I see them later?" He Hongwu held a large bouquet of yellow and white daisies, raised his head and subconsciously asked Nie who had been giving him guidance and help in his life. longevity.

"You can say whatever you want." Nie Changsheng patted the young man's shoulder, and moved the umbrella in his hand steadily above He Hongwu, blocking the intrusion of the rain, and half of his shoulder was wet by the rain.

Unsurprisingly, the man following behind gave out a warning-like cold snort.

Nie Changsheng shuddered uneasily, waking up the memories that belonged to him from being brutally burned by this man last night. He frowned, pretending that he had not heard Zhuang Lingxiao's warning, while the young man beside him Reluctantly, he turned his head and glanced at Zhuang Lingxiao, as if threatened by a certain look from the man, swallowed, and took Nie Changsheng's hand to speed up his pace.

The slightly heavy steps reminded Nie Changsheng once again of how Meng Lang treated his body last night. He frowned forbearance, while the instigator behind him let out a vicious hum because of his weird steps. The notes are full of warnings, warning him that if he has too much preference for teenagers, he will have to make some strategies to protect his rights.

He was recovering from a serious illness, but he went to bed more and more frequently, as if he was recovering the interest of his bed rest.

Nie Changsheng will never forget the scene that happened in Man Ting Fang's villa half a year ago.

The situation at that time was very chaotic. He and Myron were grabbing guns, and Zhuang Lingxiao, who joined in, strangled Myron's neck with a chain on his wrist. However, the violent force of the pirates was unimaginable. Forcibly pointing at Zhuang Lingxiao who was tightly strangling him behind him, Nie Changsheng pulled the gun body desperately, but he couldn't move the muzzle of the gun for even half a minute.

Maybe it was Merun who was exhausted, or maybe it was Nie Changsheng who broke out with unprecedented strength, or maybe it was Zhuang Lingxiao who deserved to die. When the gun was fired, the muzzle of the gun was pressed by Merun's chest.

At that time, in the well-sound-proof secret room, there was no gunshot from the police, like a bomb that exploded on his head, and the memory was that his eardrums seemed to be pierced severely by slender iron nails, and he had a splitting headache. His ears were buzzing and he couldn't hear a sound, his head was also buzzing and was attacked by severe pain. The shock wave that shook the sky and the earth made his nose and tears secrete immediately, and big cold sweat was dripping all over his body. Uncomfortably turned over and coughed violently, bent over again and retched a few times, for such a short moment, he felt that he was about to be shattered by the sound of the shock wave...

After the gunfire echoing in the secret room was finally swallowed up by the empty silence, Nie Changsheng released the hot bolt of the gun in shock, raised his eyes, and looked at Merun, who had a bloody hole in his chest, rolling his eyes , twitching all over, his mouth trembling with blood bubbling as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't utter a single word.

A bloody hand stretched out, and Zhuang Lingxiao grabbed the pistol and threw it away with all his might, but unfortunately, his strength had already been exhausted, and the pistol fell to the ground with a "gudong", barely able to step over Jones' cold body.

Nie Changsheng's eyes were hot, and he had no time to check Merun's injuries. He hugged Zhuang Lingxiao who was covered in blood. There was hardly a piece of intact skin in this whipped body. His back was bloody and his shoulder blades were dripping. With the gushing blood, Zhuang Lingxiao panted heavily, his face with several bloodstains no longer had the fierce aura of the past, and some only showed a relaxed smile after seeing his lover safe and sound.

Afterwards, he sent the dying bedside person to the hospital at high speed. Nie Changsheng's memory of this memory was a little blurry. He vaguely remembered that he was hit by a few cars on the road, and he didn't stop after being yelled at by the driver. Once at a red light, until he arrived at the entrance of the hospital, he was covered in blood when he came in with a bloody man in a deep coma on his back. He couldn't hear anything said to him by the medical staff who came to take over , only muttered in his mouth: "Quick, surgery, quick!"

After everything was settled, Zhuang Lingxiao and Myron were both lying in the intensive care unit. The police temporarily sealed off the villa at the scene of the crime, and asked Nie Changsheng several times for questioning. On the red wanted list, Changying Group also made a lot of efforts in secret to prevent their special consultant from being involved in an inexplicable shooting case. The banker who heard the news did not stand idly by. When I went to the military hospital, this shooting case turned into a burglary case and was published in a small section of the local evening newspaper. The people who read it just glanced at it and felt that the case broken by the police was nothing worth paying attention to. They all looked away, and turned to look for the curious words.

And all of this, Nie Changsheng, who was in a daze, didn't have the heart to understand it at all. He still heard the comforting words from his former colleagues, such as "be careful" and "we did our best", and the floating words kept pouring in. In his eardrums that were still hurting, he didn't listen at all. In his mind, he only had Zhuang Lingxiao who was wrapped in bandages like a mummy with many thin tubes inserted in the hospital bed.

"Zhuang Lingxiao! I don't allow..." Forbidden, but he couldn't think of a better promise to convince his lover who was lying on the intensive care bed. Nie Changsheng burst into tears, fearing that his reason would be swallowed up. He thoroughly regrets that he should have underestimated Myron's deep obsession with him. It was his carelessness that almost led to irreparable consequences!

That feeling of fear still appeared in Nie Changsheng's dreams from time to time. Many nights, after he woke up from the nightmare, he was panting heavily, dripping with sweat, and sometimes woke up the person next to him. People will embrace each other and fall asleep, and if the person next to the pillow is too deep in sleep, he will hug Zhuang Lingxiao, bury his head in his chest, inhale the familiar scent on his body, and then sink into the dreamless darkness.

The wet steps spread all the way to the top of the mountain, and the gloomy sky seemed to cast a huge net to trap the grave-sweepers into unknown places.

Nie Changsheng was clearly aware of He Hongwu's anxiety, and all kinds of complicated feelings suddenly emerged in his heart. Although He Hongwu is now a teenager and his thoughts are beginning to mature, he is still just an orphan who lost his parents since childhood. No matter how many times he has heard the stories about his parents, they still have no practical concept. The strange and kind emotions linger in his heart, blending with the uneasy emotions in his chest, making him sleepless and restless. .

"Uncle Nie," He Hongwu seemed to want to distract himself from the uneasiness in his heart. He glanced back at the sullen Zhuang Lingxiao, and asked in a low voice, "Is Uncle Zhuang and my father also good friends?"

"It's a friend." Nie Changsheng gave the young man a comforting look. Of course he would not tell He Hongwu that the proud and conceited Zhuang Lingxiao never needed friends. Even himself, he had risen directly from his old enemy to the level of a bedside person. of.

He Hongwu nodded, said "oh", looked at Nie Changsheng with half-understanding eyes, and asked, "Then how did you know my father?"

Nie Changsheng looked at the people scattered in the cemetery in threes and fives standing in front of the tombstone with the names of their relatives silently worshiping, and the yellowed picture in his memory came to mind. That strong team that met your father in the league, and your father is a very good center forward."

The boy let out a voice of admiration, his sparkling eyes filled with admiration, he excitedly tugged on Nie Changsheng's sleeve, and asked anxiously: "Did you win that basketball game, or did my dad win?" ?”

"We narrowly won by three points." The floodgate of memory opened a crack. Even after many years, Nie Changsheng still cannot forget that game. The team that can compete for the championship is originally a strong team, especially the opponent's power forward With their tall and burly bodies, the players rampaged like a locomotive in the game, knocking down their team's small forward in one fell swoop, and that locomotive knew how to stretch out a friendly hand to help, as a sign of unintentional actions. On the court, In order to win, many people uncontrollably come up with some small tricks, trying to earn a bigger chance of winning. That copper-skinned power forward knocked down Nie Changsheng in this way, thinking that the worst thing was nothing but It was Zhuang Lingxiao who was called a foul by the referee, but who knew that he angered the point guard.

When it comes to dark ball skills, the locomotive is certainly not as good as Zhuang Lingxiao's stretched out finger, so before the first half of the game, the locomotive was knocked down several times by Zhuang Lingxiao's scheming , bruised and accusing Zhuang Lingxiao of fouling the referee, but Zhuang Lingxiao did it very carefully, the referee couldn't see his small movements, the locomotive questioned the referee's injustice, after receiving a yellow card, his coach was afraid that the players would cause trouble, or the locomotive would eat him. He left the field with a red card and replaced him decisively. The audience didn't know what to do, and even confusedly cheered and shouted for Zhuang Lingxiao, whose football skills had become so smooth.

He Hongwu once again let out a sigh of admiration, feeling a little regretful in his heart, if his father hadn't died, would he be able to teach himself how to handle the ball now?However, the strength of his parents no longer has much to do with him. Even though Nie Changsheng has instilled many imprints of He Lanshan's wonderful life these days, it is already a vague shadow. In his little heart, Nie Changsheng is still the most Strong, no one can replace the position.

"Uncle Nie, I'm also going to enter the middle school basketball league this semester, and I'll show you a championship when I come back!" The young man raised his head, and made a grand ambition in front of his biological father and adoptive father.

Before Nie Changsheng replied, Zhuang Lingxiao's slightly smirking voice came from behind him: "You can't control yourself, let's talk about it after you learn how to walk first."

He Hongwu turned back and glared at him angrily, and said angrily: "You are the one who is going to learn... ah!" He staggered and fell forward, but it turned out that he had already reached the corner without knowing it. The steps are a few inches higher.

"Be careful..." Nie Changsheng rushed to reach out his hand with quick eyesight, and grabbed He Hongwu who was staggering and fell on the ground. He Hongwu pulled him back, and his waist was suddenly caught by a strong arm. Clamp it and hold it firmly.

Zhuang Lingxiao stepped forward and kicked the screaming young man hugging his toes, handed him the umbrella, and said coldly: "Get up, what the hell are you crying for! You can't even walk, you really can't walk steadily, so Too bad, I still want to go to the basketball game, so why not learn how to wipe a slug?"

He Hongwu was stimulated, he raised his head stubbornly and glared at him angrily, retorting: "What! The steps are just a bit high! Besides, I'm already 14 years old, so there are not many elementary school students with slugs in their noses!" Couldn't help it. After slandering Zhuang Lingxiao in his heart, He Hongwu grabbed his umbrella, carefully hugged the bouquet tightly, and then patted his buttocks and stood up.

"Tsk!" Zhuang Lingxiao mockingly looked back at Nie Changsheng who was frowning, put his body on his back slightly, and whispered in his ear, "A loving mother is a failure, senior brother."

Nie Changsheng's body in his arms trembled, but he didn't say a word, his eyes glared fiercely at him, obviously irritated by his irrelevant words, his pale lips slightly closed , faintly revealing an invitation to commit a tempting crime without knowing it.

"I still can't bear the slightest joke." Zhuang Lingxiao pursed his lips, brushing away the water droplets on Nie Changsheng's hair with satisfaction, and the umbrella in his hand blocked the annoying rain for him.

"Stop making such jokes in the future." Unable to break free from Zhuang Lingxiao's shackles, Nie Changsheng had no choice but to call back He Hongwu who had gone in the wrong direction, and pointed to another fork in the road.

"Yes, yes..." Zhuang Lingxiao responded afterwards, but he was thinking in his heart, don't let me talk about it, should I just be the head office?Anyway, his image was so bad in Nie Changsheng's mind, and when he was scolded by Nie Changsheng again, he didn't even have to find excuses.

"Are you kidding me?" He Hongwu, who was walking in front, couldn't hear the reply of the two uncles behind him very clearly, and turned his head to look at them curiously.

Nie Changsheng looked embarrassed and looked away. Fortunately, the dim light under the umbrella covered the blush on his face, so that he would not be too embarrassed.Zhuang Lingxiao didn't make things difficult for him at the moment, his tall body blocked the young man's probing eyes, and He Hongwu shrank his neck and changed the subject tactfully when he only glanced at his eyes.

Turning around like this, the three of them soon arrived at a quiet stone tablet.

This is the first time that He Hongwu has looked at the photos of his parents up close. His uneasy heart seems to have been washed away. In the old photos on the stele, his father is very young, with a bright smile on his face and a smile on his face. The intimacy that He Hongwu is familiar with, the photo next to his father's photo is a young woman with bright eyes and white teeth. Even in the yellowed old photo, those pupils like water are still shining brightly. Under that, the haze in my heart was swept away.

These are my parents, He Hongwu told himself, presenting the bouquet respectfully with both hands, and under Nie Changsheng's instruction, he knelt down reverently and kowtowed three times to the tombstone.

"Father, Mom, my son is here to see you," said the boy with a clear voice, with tears in his eyes. "I miss you so much!"

Nie Changsheng squatted down, pulled out a few clusters of weeds beside the tombstone, and patted the tombstone lightly, just like patting the other person's shoulder after a ball game many years ago.

"Uncle Nie is very good to me, don't worry, when I grow up, I will definitely become a strong person like Uncle Nie..." the young man rambled to himself, pouring out all the accumulated thoughts over the years.

Nie Changsheng rubbed He Hongwu's hair, and said seriously to the stele: "Senior He, Hongwu is both smart and sensible. In a debate contest held by their school a few days ago, Hongwu was also named the best boy. What about the debater?"

Zhuang Lingxiao snorted mockingly. Nie Changsheng was "unwell" in that debate and was unable to attend. Zhuang Lingxiao attended the debate as He Hongwu's new "guardian". To put it bluntly, it is a sophistry topic that chews on the tongue, but He Hongwu turned the world around with his own tongue when he was at a disadvantage. Although he was a little clever, and the process seemed too rogue, he was criticized by many people However, it is understandable that the young man radiates a dazzling light on the debate stage, which cannot be concealed by anything, which is why he won the title of "Best Male Debater".

This son of Helan Mountain can barely be regarded as a tiger father without dog son.

The rain was falling more and more, Zhuang Lingxiao's gray suit had already been soaked into a dark color by the rain, and the boy's trousers were also wet, but he was in a good mood, and when he walked back down the stone ladder, he hummed uncoordinated ditty.

"Uncle Nie, next year I will bring the name of the center of the basketball team to worship my parents." The boy who sat in the back seat was still immersed in his reverie, and did not notice the hesitant look on Nie Changsheng's face at all. .

"What's wrong?" Zhuang Lingxiao started the engine and asked him casually.

"I..." Nie Changsheng patted the mist on his shoulder, pulled on his seat belt, and said something seriously.

Of course Zhuang Lingxiao, who had excellent hearing beside him, could hear clearly, his gaze became sharp instantly, and he said coldly, "Say it again!" Without warning, Zhuang Lingxiao braked suddenly, and Zhuang Lingxiao's eyes instantly ignited with flames of anger. He raised his voice full of questioning anger, and the high-decibel volume showed the anger in his heart, and his fierce eyes seemed to swallow the life of the co-pilot who had provoked his anger by pursing his lips alive into his stomach.

The reason why Zhuang Lingxiao's anger was on the verge of breaking out was probably accumulated before the national holiday Tomb Sweeping Day. They didn't take his wishes into consideration, obviously they have already experienced so many things together!

"What... what's wrong, Uncle Nie?" The boy had already put on his seat belt, but the sudden brakes still hurt his arms. He raised his head and touched Zhuang Lingxiao's eyes from the rear mirror, and couldn't help but shudder. .He had seen Zhuang Lingxiao angry. After the National Day last year, Zhuang Lingxiao fell ill for some unknown reason and lay in a nursing home for two or three months. He was extremely weak. Uncle Nie took good care of him in the nursing home, so later Zhuang Lingxiao recovered, but his Uncle Nie fell ill and fell into a coma for three days and three nights. After he heard the news from Ye Junke, he rushed to the nursing home immediately. At that time, the doctor said something was not important, and was punched by the furious Zhuang Lingxiao He fell to the ground and smashed a lot of instruments indiscriminately, causing a lot of panic, but the hospital responsible didn't mean to blame him, but He Hongwu still can't forget Zhuang Lingxiao's destructive behavior at that time. Mie Di's eyes, even now thinking of it, he still trembles with lingering fear.

"He..." Nie Changsheng's voice was still low but clear, "He is our mentor after all..."

"I've already said, there has never been such a mentor!" Zhuang Lingxiao slammed the steering wheel hard. He was sure that the scumbag old man must have been forgotten by everyone long after he had been dead for so long, and there would never be anyone else Will miss him to worship him, except for Nie Changsheng.

"Zhuang Lingxiao..." Nie Changsheng raised his eyes, and there was a hint of pleading in his clear pupils, "The dead are the greatest." Professor Bian has passed away for more than half a year, and any old gaps will be annihilated in the dust with the dead Well, Zhuang Lingxiao is not a caring person, and for some reason he always can't get over the hurdle with Professor Bian.

"The dead are the greatest? Very good!" Zhuang Lingxiao said with a cold smile, "Okay, it's not impossible for you to pay homage to him..." The angry howl before the hurricane came was hidden in the deliberately elongated gloomy voice , "You have to ask for tomorrow's leave first, otherwise, don't expect me to promise you to worship him."

Nie Changsheng stared at him with wide eyes, why does this man always threaten him with such things!

"Don't go too far!" Nie Changsheng angrily reprimanded in a low voice.

"Yeah, that's how I went too far. Now, do you regret not letting that pirate kill me?" Zhuang Lingxiao is still bitter about Nie Changsheng's deception to him. His family's elder brother really can't be left outside for too long Yes, women are not sexual, how can even men be attracted to them?

Speaking of Mailun, Nie Changsheng felt guilty. It was indeed his own deception that led to the occurrence of the public case. However, if this man hadn't made that room look like a prison cell, how could such a thing have happened?If the bracelet had been destroyed by humanity early on, he would not have restricted Zhuang Lingxiao's freedom, making him unable to resist the pirates at all...

Of course, the current bracelet is already lying in the icy sea water. It was Nie Changsheng who drove for more than three hours to a hidden coast, threw it into the sea, and became a collection of the seabed. .

The young man couldn't understand what was going on, but he didn't feel ashamed to ask, "Why did Uncle Nie ask for leave?"

"Because your uncle forgot who is the head of the family, I have to spend the whole day telling him what the correct answer is!" Zhuang Lingxiao glanced at the person next to the pillow with a sullen face on the co-pilot.

Nie Changsheng lowered his head, Zhuang Lingxiao deliberately emphasized the time of "a whole day", just thinking about what kind of disastrous consequences he would suffer at night, the palms of his hands were sweating uncontrollably, and his whole body was trembling slightly .

He Hongwu continued to talk and said, "The head of the family? Oh, are you talking about the head of the household?" He suddenly remembered something, hurriedly leaned over, and asked, "Uncle Nie, last time Uncle Zhuang handled the household registration for us. Migration or something... Have we moved our household registration to come to Uncle Zhuang?"

Embarrassment crept up his cheeks, and Nie Changsheng didn't know how to reply to He Hongwu's question.

"Is it not good?" Zhuang Lingxiao asked back, seeing Nie Changsheng's mixed face of shame and anger, his mood suddenly improved, and he started the engine again.

"No! No!" The boy nodded sincerely. He lives in Zhuang Lingxiao's villa, and he has the latest games that he can play all night. It's not like borrowing old games from his classmates that they are tired of playing, and return them at home. You have to play secretly. In the past, the pocket money Nie Changsheng gave him was just enough for the spring outings and autumn outings organized by the school. He couldn’t save much private money to recharge his favorite mobile games. Now as long as he mentions it to Zhuang Lingxiao, the pocket money will be Pack a lot of them, and occasionally on a long-distance trip, Zhuang Lingxiao will ask people to prepare the daily necessities early, as if he can't wait to send him out for a lifetime so that he won't come back to hinder the two of them...

Of course, it would be even more perfect if he didn't have to ask a home economics teacher to help him with his homework during the winter vacation!

Nie Changsheng turned a deaf ear to the big and small singing, and he didn't want to look back at what price Qingming paid to pay homage to Helan Mountain. Since Helan Mountain came to worship together, it's nothing to go to sweep Professor Bian's tomb, right?I just remembered that Zhuang Lingxiao had hated Professor Bian for a long time. According to Zhuang Lingxiao's tough temper, it was inevitable that a catastrophe was waiting for him to overcome...

It was already afternoon when Nie Changsheng returned to City H from City N. Originally, Nie Changsheng wanted He Hongwu to go back first. After all, he had nothing to do with Professor Bian, and it was raining non-stop. He didn't want the boy to get wet. , if the cold snap invades the body, don't think that he will obediently attend lectures and study in the next week.

However, He Hongwu insisted on paying homage to Professor Bian. After all, Uncle Nie was his strict teacher and loving father, and this person was also his uncle Nie's benefactor. After all, he was barely his "teacher".

The group of three went to the cemetery in the western suburbs again, but Zhuang Lingxiao didn't get out of the car, so he waited for them in the main driver.

After coming down from the cemetery, the evening has come quietly, the rain is gradually weakening, the rain is like smoke and mist, and it floats silently in the green grass, entangled in the young leaves of the treetops in the forest, and then quietly covers On the car of human civilization, it looks like a dense fairyland from a distance.

Zhuang Lingxiao leaned against the car, didn't open an umbrella, just stood there smoking a stuffy cigarette, the twinkling red dots against the tall figure made him feel even more lonely and silent.

Nie Changsheng's heart tightened, he stepped forward quickly, moved the umbrella over his head, and wiped the water droplets off his face with the other hand

If he didn't know that Zhuang Lingxiao was strong enough, Nie Changsheng would have thought it was his tears.

On the return journey, it was Nie Changsheng's car, and there were only a few late-trip vehicles returning on the highway. The weather was bad during the statutory holidays, and the rush hour did not appear to be congested.

Back home, the little girl ran over with her bare feet, trying to pounce on Nie Changsheng. Nie Changsheng quickly grabbed her shoulders to stop her recklessness from getting wet. The meals have been prepared a long time ago, and dinner can be eaten only after the three of them come out of the shower.

The rare thing is that Zhuang Lingxiao's mood seems to have turned from cloudy to sunny, and he didn't pick up on the taste of the dinner. This made the cook who had been on tenterhooks for a long time finally heave a sigh of relief. After tidying up quickly, she bid farewell to her employer and hurried home.

In the quiet living room, Zhuang Lingxiao tapped on the notebook with ten fingers nimbly. The second-degree fracture on his knuckles has healed, and his sensitivity has returned to the previous level. Under the supervision of Nie Changsheng, she did her homework seriously. The little girl was in the top class of the kindergarten. It was like copying Arabic characters. She wrote very carefully. In fact, although she just started to learn to write, her handwriting could catch up with He Hong's. Wu.

He Hongwu's handwriting has always been sloppy. No matter how many times he is corrected by Nie Changsheng, it is difficult for him to correct his bad handwriting. Moreover, his homework is not very good. Although he has made some progress recently, he is always half-hearted. He can't concentrate because of two minds, and almost every time he encounters a stumbling block in the homework of each subject. If it weren't for Gong Shaoqing at school and Nie Changsheng at home to tutor him, just bad homework would be punished by the head teacher. The number of times the subject teacher asks to see the parents must have increased exponentially.

Undoubtedly, tonight's geometry homework also encountered obstacles. He Hongwu acted coquettishly and begged Nie Changsheng to explain the geometric formulas in detail. Nie Changsheng did not always share his worries as he wished. So the young man became even tighter. Every time at this time, Zhuang Lingxiao only needed to cough, and the young man would calm down as if he had been pasted with an evil charm, and he would no longer act like a monster.

The weather in H City in early April was still very cold and damp, but Nie Changsheng’s hand holding the cup was very warm. He stared at the coffee in the cup and was a little lost in thought. Such a warm and harmonious mode of coexistence, which he never dared to dream of, is now greatly appreciated by God. Nie Changsheng had to admit that these long-awaited and elusive happiness were held in Zhuang Lingxiao's hands step by step, and then presented to him in person.

When Zhuang Lingxiao closed his home office notebook, he announced that his work for tomorrow had been arranged.

At that time, Nie Changsheng had just come out of the little girl's room. The five or six-year-old child, who jumped up and down with Pangpang during the day, was so sleepy that he couldn't open his eyes before nine o'clock. He was hugged by Nie Changsheng and put on the bed without waking up. .

"Little devil, you don't need to do your homework, go back to your room and go to sleep!" Zhuang Lingxiao glanced at Nie Changsheng, then turned to give He Hongwu an order.

"Hey!" Nie Changsheng scolded in a low voice, "He hasn't finished his homework yet!"

He Hongwu also looked at the clock on the wall. It was not yet nine o'clock, so he said, "I'm not tired." In fact, the TV series he was waiting for hadn't started yet. It was an idol star that gathered traffic from various markets. Campus drama series are very popular among primary and middle school students nowadays. He Hongwu also followed Chu Yingying's lead to watch them. It didn't matter after watching it. He was really attracted by the plot and became addicted to it with Chu Yingying.

"You have to go to rest if you're not tired!" Zhuang Lingxiao's cold voice was irresistible, "