It's better to fall in love with an old enemy

There is a window leading to the roof in the attic, the shape of an arch, just enough for a person to pass through, but the height is a bit high, especially for Dylan when he was a child, the height is a bit towering into the sky.Fortunately, there is a wooden ladder in the attic, which is convenient for children's childhood adventures.

When he was a child, Dylan had to carefully climb the ladder step by step to the last step to get through the window when he climbed the roof. Now, only three or four steps are enough for him to jump over.Dylan took the lead on the roof, guarded the window and stretched out his hand to drag Xiyuansi up the room for the first time.

As soon as Xiyuan Temple probed his head, he was shocked by the cold wind in the suburbs in the early morning. The pajamas were still a little thin to wear outdoors. He waved his hand and rejected Dylan's suggestion that he would go down and get him a coat, but only on the ridge When he sat down, he stuck to Dylan even tighter.

The weather in California always seems to be sunny, even at night, with no clouds to hide the stars and the moon.The two of them stood shoulder to shoulder and looked up at the sky. Dylan said that the number of stars that can be seen now is still less than before. When I was a child, there were so many stars that the whole sky was covered. Xiyuan Temple said that it was better than seeing them in Tokyo There are many, and even the brightest stars will be covered by brighter neon lights when they arrive in Tokyo.Dylan stretched out his hand and drew a circle in the sky. He said that the Milky Way can be seen in that area. Xiyuan Temple also stretched out his hand and drew a circle in the sky. He said that the moon he saw under the wooden porch of his house was so big.

The two chatted and then fell silent, and Dylan hummed an unknown tune to Xiyuan Temple.Xiyuan Temple pinched his fingers to play, and then suddenly wanted to make trouble for no reason.He clenched Dylan's hand into a fist, pointed out Shanliu Shi, and made a gesture of pointing forward. He held Dylan's hand and pointed to the sky. "Then do you want the star?" He pointed Dylan's finger to the top, moved it, and pointed to the side. "Or do you want the moon?"

"I don't even want it, and you're next to me. You're like a star and a moon. They're too far away for me to reach."

Xiyuan Temple was taken aback, he thought that Dylan would not answer this question seriously, but he did not expect such an answer.He lowered his head and muttered under his breath that he was glib.

Dylan also looked down at him, not missing that momentary unhidden smile. "What about you, the star or the moon?"

"I don't want either, I want the sun."

"He deserves a sun," Dylan muttered to himself one day over a large golden disc of apple pie just out of the oven.

Uncle Vincent directed him to put the apple pie on the dining table, and brought a bowl of cut strawberries for the final plate.He heard Dylan muttering nonsense, and asked casually: "What sun, who wants the sun so loudly?"

Dylan seldom kept secrets from his little uncle. He just wanted to tell Vincent all about the cause and effect of watching the stars that night, but suddenly shut up when he got to the point of speaking.Dylan remembered that when he was a child, the secret base on the roof of his attic fell because of his little uncle.

When Dylan was a short-handed and short-legged kid, he once angered his parents and was scolded to the point that he doubted whether his parents really loved his mother or his parents. The next day he still felt wronged, so he took it himself. Wearing a small schoolbag, he left home with a schoolbag full of snacks.Five minutes later, he was exposed by his little uncle who climbed up to the roof of the attic to bask in the sun and wind, which led to him being arrested by the White couple before he could swing out of the gate of the manor with his short legs.Of course, Vincent, who sneaked up on the roof at a young age, didn't get any good fruit. He was even told and asked the elders to lock the small attic window.

The short-legged Dylan couldn't figure out why the small window was locked. He only knew that his uncle was all to blame, and he was so angry that he didn't talk to his uncle much during the second half of the vacation in the manor.Of course, in the end, the little uncle succeeded in calming down the kid by secretly allowing little Dylan to taste the newly brewed wine.

After so many years, the little uncle got married and gave birth to a daughter, and Dilan himself also left the single. However, the messy logic of "the little uncle can no longer lock up the secret base" is still deeply ingrained in Dilan's mind.

Besides, picking the stars, picking the moon, picking the sun, I don’t think it’s a big deal to say it in the situation that night, but it’s a bit embarrassing for Dylan to tell an old married father now.

So he directly vagued Vincent's question to Sun: "No one."

It's a pity that Vincent is a fine person nowadays, his eyes flashed, and he caught Dylan's subconscious look out of the window.In the garden, Xiyuan Temple was coaxing Vincent's almost three-year-old daughter Liz to run after him.

"Oh——" Vincent, who had no idea that he had been forcibly aged, opened up this uninformative answer. He remembered what fans on the Internet had said about Dylan, and the little uncle began to dig holes happily.

"Then he wants the hot sun?" Vincent pointed to the sky outside the window.

"Still want that metal sun?" Vincent pointed to the medal display case in the living room.

"You still want that, little sun?" Vincent looked at the emerald eyes of his dear little nephew seemingly unintentionally while picking up the apple pie that had been placed on the plate.

Dylan snatched the apple pie from Vincent's hand: "He wants this cooked sun, okay."

Then he ran away in a hurry, only the little uncle behind him could clearly see the tips of his ears that were beginning to turn red.How come the more you talk about love, the thinner your skin becomes.

Vincent followed Dylan out of the house. They built a simple awning in the garden, set up tables and chairs, and planned to have lunch outside.After Dylan took out the apple pie and put it down, he followed two figures, one big and one small, not far away.Vincent sat next to his wife, quietly picked a small piece of hash browns from the plate in her hand, and talked to her as if nothing happened: "Liz played really well with him, since seeing him You have been clinging to him since the day you came, and you can finally relax."

"Liz said that she likes to play with her pretty brother." The family used to worry about how to make little Liz call Xiyuan Temple. The girl explained more and it was easier to wrap herself in it. Finally, a group of adults decided to let the children call themselves whatever they like.Since then, Xiyuan Temple has won the exclusive title of "Beautiful Brother".

The little aunt noticed her husband's childish stealing behavior, and pushed the plate in his direction: "If you want to eat, you can eat it directly. You have it at hand, so you must take it from me."

The little uncle took out a tissue and wiped his hands, looking happy after stealing the food: "The ones on your plate are more delicious."

The little aunt was helpless.After a while, the two of them saw Dylan walking to the side of the elder and the younger, but he was not in a hurry to go back, and squatted with them on the edge of the flowerbed to study the colorful flowers that Vincent loved. .

"Did you not like Akira Ozawa very much at first?" The little aunt asked sharply, "From the time you knew that Dylan was going to bring him back, you didn't look very happy."

"Yes," Vincent admitted frankly, "but not now, he is indeed a pretty good person, because our little Liz likes him so much."

Vincent's change of view on Xiyuan Temple was indeed due to his daughter, but it was a conversation between him and Xiyuan Temple that made him completely let go of his prejudice.

Most of the Japanese that Vincent had met before were respectful, like robots whose behaviors had been programmed. There seemed to be clear rules on when to laugh, when to bow, and when to thank you. Same.Doing business with them is worry-free. They are strict, precise, and extremely efficient, but they are also breathless. They only allow their partners to make changes within their acceptable range. They are stubborn, inflexible, and have no freedom.Every time after talking about work with his collaborators from Japan, Vincent would like to go back to his manor immediately, hug his wife and rua his daughter, so as to relieve the suffocating working atmosphere with no living breath.

After he learned that Dylan fell in love with a Japanese player, the discomfort brought about by this working environment was passed on to Xiyuansi without any accident.Since Vincent heard the news, he started following the live broadcast of the figure skating competition.Xiyuanji’s performance in front of the camera was as he expected, that kind of gentle strength, that kind of impeccable speech, that kind of seemingly soft but completely merciless smile, all fit the label he put on his Japanese work partners, regardless of Whether it looks pure and harmless on the surface, it is black when cut.

So when he got up one morning and saw Xiyuan Temple standing in front of the medal display cabinet in the living room and didn't know what he was doing, Vincent decided to have a chat with him.

"He only has some of his medals here."

Xiyuan Temple was taken aback by the sudden appearance of the voice, but he quickly regained his composure and smiled decently at Vincent: "The other part should be the one he kept in Los Angeles."

Okay, what my sister said is indeed true, they live together in Los Angeles!Vincent continued: "I've watched your competition, and I guess your medals should be more than Dylan's."

"Yes, I do have more than him."

"He's not as good as you. What do you like about him? Or, what do you want from him?"

Vincent's too sharp question made Xiyuan Temple stunned. He could sense that this little uncle treated him differently, but he didn't expect that he had such an image in his heart.

"It's a pity that it's too early to have a glass of wine. The wine poured by your hands is really unique. People like me who can't drink very much are willing to drink a glass. Reciprocity, I heard from Dylan that you are in Under the influence of his father, he has the habit of drinking tea, and I have also studied black tea. It is not suitable to drink alcohol in the morning, how about we have a cup of tea?"

This is what it means to have a good chat.Vincent was terribly disturbed by his long speech. Look, this is the way the Japanese are used to. They always say something in a roundabout way. It can be clearly explained by saying "let's talk". Be sure to talk about wine and tea, and in the middle you must tout the advantages of the person you are talking to, and then bring out the meaning that you are not inferior to yourself.

The black tea brewed by Xiyuan Temple is really good. After one sip, the tea soup is moist and slippery, bitter and a little sweet, and the aroma of the tea is used to the extreme just right.Vincent just wanted to continue the fight with him, but unexpectedly, he took the lead again.

Xiyuan Temple put the teacup on the tray and made a crisp "click" sound: "Sounds like this are not allowed in my family."

Vincent was stunned, and he didn't realize until the next second that he was referring to the sound when the bottom of the bowl touched the tray.

"What I said just now made you feel uncomfortable all over, right?" Xiyuan Temple smiled slyly.

Vincent blinked, noticing something was wrong.

"I don't know if Dylan has told you that the family I belong to is very famous in Tokyo. People in our family have been taught since childhood that we must speak and act like what I just showed That way, it's boring and suffocating."

"Then I don't think you seem to dislike these orders very much. The way you looked just now and in front of the camera, you seem to have learned well from your family."

"I'm thankful for the superficial decorum of posturing. It's a protection for me."

Vincent looked puzzled, and Xiyuan Temple continued: "Uncle Vincent, what do you think medals mean to us? Win or lose? Money? Fame? Or attention? This kind of attention is all goodwill ?"

Even if Vincent is not a person who needs to be exposed in front of the camera, he also understands what Xiyuanji means to protect.They are good at not leaking face is indeed a good weapon to face the media and audience, most of these media and audience do not think it will be a sharp weapon, everyone is comfortable, do you need to think about it?

Vincent: "You have always been like this, won't you be tired?" This is also a big question for him about the Japanese way of doing things.

"Of course I'm tired." Xiyuan Temple put his hand on the wall of the teacup, drawing warmth, "You just asked me what I want from Dylan. Before I answer, you can answer me a question first. Do you think the medal is measured What is it?"

"Of course it's your strength, the sweat you put in, your hard work in training, and maybe a little luck in the game."

"Yes, but what I want from him is something that can't be measured by those medals. I can completely relax around him, and I don't have to think about what I will do next to be comprehensive. It gave me this feeling before Yes, figure skating."

Vincent caught the loophole in Xiyuan Temple's words, and he asked enthusiastically, "Then Dylan and the gold medal are put together, which one would you choose, and will you give him the gold medal?"

Vincent originally thought that Xiyuan Temple would mercilessly refuse, saying that he would not give up the gold medal to anyone, just like his work partner would not give up any money for the sake of profit.Unexpectedly, Xiyuan Temple blinked and said, "Of course I can give him the gold medal, but he has to take it from me."

"Akira Ozawa, he is an interesting person. Our little Liz can play with him, so I can..." The little uncle, the old god, expressed his feeling that Xiyuan Temple is not bad, Halfway through speaking, the rhythm was disrupted by the scene in front of him.

His little Liz was overjoyed, and gathered a large bouquet of flowers from the garden that her little meat could handle, and gave them all to her beautiful brother.

Vincent:"......"

Vincent was stunned, his mouth was wide open, and he held his wife's hand tremblingly: "The flower seeds that I have worked so hard to find are of excellent quality and have been planted with great difficulty, but my daughter picked them up." Did you give it to our nephew and daughter-in-law?"

The little aunt admired her husband for being able to calculate the relationship so clearly under such a severe mental shock.

Vincent's lips trembled, silently settling accounts.He was reluctant to scold his daughter, and he was embarrassed to bully his "nephew and daughter-in-law", so he pointed the sign at his nephew.Since Dylan carried two buckets of water when he was a child and poured a whole row of grapes to death, he began to count. No matter how many times he counted, he felt that this nephew was not a good nephew.It just so happened that Vincent's sister, that is, Dylan's mother, was also sitting next to him. Vincent turned around and asked his sister righteously:

"When can I kick Dylan, the scourge, out of the house?"