Two people must have one heart

This trip made all three of them exhausted.

Ye Bai and Liang Xihe are tired from playing and shopping, while Liang Zhao is tired from heart.

Ye Xiaocao counted carefully with his fingers, he ate about twenty things a day today, he was almost turned into some kind of omnivorous vertebrate mammal by being fed wantonly.

The good mother looked at the happy eyes of the "half son", smiled and arranged for Ah He to take him out for shopping and fun after the next year.

Liang Xihe knew that his family status had changed a bit just by looking at Lawyer Lin's eyes.

From the most favored youngest son to the ordinary second son.

At night, Liang Xihe fell down on the sofa wrapped in the thin quilt again, thinking about trivial things and unable to fall asleep.

But Lianggong still occupied the free space of two meters by two meters with a clear conscience, and even asked impatiently when his younger brother turned over too loudly: "Can two hundred sit-ups cure your insomnia?"

"..." Liang Xihe laughed dryly, wrapped up the quilt tightly and dared not speak.

"What's the matter?" Liang Zhao glanced at his younger brother out of the corner of his eye, always thinking that he seemed hesitant to speak.

"...I just want to know what you and Ye Bai are talking about." Liang Xihe asked without confidence.

"Gossip." Liang Zhao only commented two words in a cold voice, not intending to answer.

"You asked me this, and I didn't get to the bottom of it." Liang Xihe murmured back.

Perhaps it was because of pity for the younger brother who was nestled on the sofa, Liang Zhao sighed, and said in a deep voice: "Auntie told me that Ye Bai cried in front of her, I just chatted with him casually."

"Did you... ask him why?" Liang Xihe paused suddenly.

"I didn't ask, I guessed it." Liang Zhao's tone was very flat.

Ah He said that Ye Bai's mother died in the delivery room, so Ye Bai has never seen his mother.

He shed tears in front of Lawyer Lin, mostly because he missed his mother, and maybe because his birthday was approaching.

Liang Xihe was stunned for a while before talking to himself: "Could it be because of Erbai..."

New Year's Day.

On this day more than ten years ago, what kind of atmosphere would Ye Bai's house be like? At the beginning of the new year, there were laughter everywhere, a pair of twins were added to the house, but the mistress was gone.

"I asked my classmate for his ID number, and his birthday is the day after tomorrow." Liang Xihe said.

"The first day of the first lunar month?" Liang Zhao frowned, and then heard what Ah He said next.

"I want to spend this birthday with him."

On the morning of New Year's Eve, Ye Bai got up a little late.

After washing up, I went to the living room, and saw my good mother making minced meat on the dining table.Since the whole family is actually from the north, dumplings are of course indispensable on New Year's Eve.

At a cursory glance, it seems that there are four kinds of vegetarian three delicacies, beef minced meat, sauerkraut meat, and celery meat.

"Wake up, are you still used to staying for the past two nights?" The mother looked up and saw Ye Bai coming out of the aisle, putting a wrapped dumpling on a plate, and asked with a smile.

"Good morning, Auntie, I slept well." Ye Bai went to the dining table and sat down.

"Did the sound of the vacuum cleaner bother you in the morning?" The good mother wiped the flour beside the table so as not to stain Ye Bai's gray shirt.

Ye Bai was rolling up his sleeves to help, and responded with a smile, "Actually, I didn't hear it at all. If you didn't tell me, I wouldn't know."

The good mother smiled, "Half a son" is true.

Ye Bai didn't hear any movement in the bedroom when he came out just now, and he didn't see Professor Liang's father and son in the living room. He felt a little strange, and asked his mother gently, "Uncle, have they gone out?"

The good mother shook her head and said, "Boss and Ah He went out early in the morning, and they don't know what they are going to do. Your uncle is writing couplets in the study, you can go in and have a look."

"Did my uncle write the Spring Festival couplets himself?" Ye Bai was surprised.

"Yes, they write the Spring Festival couplets pasted at home every year." The good mother suddenly realized that the two boys probably ran away to avoid grinding ink and writing.

They, Ye Bai heard the word eye.

Liang's presumptuous cursive calligraphy with a hard pen is quite beautiful, and he should also be good at writing calligraphy.

The good school bully is really versatile in both civil and military affairs.

Ye Bai watched her good mother making dumplings very skillfully, the dumplings she put down from her palm looked like small handicrafts.He tentatively picked up a dumpling wrapper, imitated the way a good mother filled the stuffing, and pinched it.

The seemingly simple steps are not very simple in practice, and Ye Bai's final product is also not the same as that made by his good mother. His dumpling has a big belly, and it can't stand up at all.

Lawyer Lin saw the highly recognizable dumpling in the hands of the "half son", and estimated that putting it in the pot with the others, cooking it and then taking it out would look "outstanding among the crowd".

Ye Bai smiled, and touched the bridge of his nose with his fingers to ease the embarrassment.

What is this ghost?

The template was obviously a work of art, and he himself was at the scene of a car accident.

"Haven't you ever made dumplings, have you?" Seeing Ye Bai making dumplings, the good mother almost knew what the finished product would look like, she just smiled and didn't dissuade him from his enthusiasm.

"En." Ye Bai nodded, the handmade dumplings he ate in the past were all made in the back kitchen, and he never even looked at them...

The good mother took another dumpling wrapper, and deliberately slowed down her movements to show him clearly, "It's wrapped like this, look."

Although the good mother is very serious in teaching, Ye Xiaocao brand dumplings No. [-], No. [-], No. [-], No. [-]... are still ugly.

"It doesn't matter, this thing is a matter of proficiency." The good mother put a few dumplings made by Ye Bai into the plate and numbered, and then said: "Okay, don't worry about it here, the dumplings are almost done, wait until the boss and come back and let them help."

It is impossible for these two boys to escape from work, and they will make steamed dumplings at the time they come back.

Ye Bai smiled and nodded, understanding Lawyer Lin's euphemism.

Get kicked out for making dumplings too ugly...

The good mother handed over a clean wet towel to Ye Bai to wipe his hands, and also took out two handmade rice balls from the microwave oven and gave them to him, "Go to the study after eating, and remind uncle to write slowly. The two sons haven't come back yet."

"Thank you, auntie." Ye Bai took the plate and thanked him.

"There are drinks in the cupboard. I don't know what you like to drink. Go and get it yourself." The good mother said, carrying the dumplings into the kitchen.

It was almost noon when Liang Xi and Liang Zhao returned home, "Auntie, we are back." Liang Zhao said while squatting down to change his shoes.

When Liang Xihe came in, he saw that the Spring Festival couplets hadn't been pasted on the door outside the entrance, so he thought that his mother had forgotten, so he casually mentioned something.

The good mother said leisurely: "Are you surprised? It's a pity that you two didn't escape. Professor Liang is still waiting for you two to write."

"Ah?" Liang asked presumptuously, "When did we want to escape? Even if I wanted to, Liang couldn't do it right."

"Then what did you two do early in the morning?" The good mother looked suspicious.

Liang Xihe didn't answer, just shook the box of bonbons in his hand.

"You two bought a box of chocolates within four hours of going out? Don't fool me, hurry up and write couplets, then hang lanterns, paste window grilles, clean up the terrace, make dumplings, wash vegetables and cook New Year's Eve dinner, piled up to four meters Gao is not doing personnel work yet."

The good mother arranged for the two of them until dark.

"Looking at this posture, I should have been home for the third day." Liang Fang curled his lips presumptuously. Lawyer Lin's impatience and the crisis of falling out of favor are increasing day by day.

Liang Zhao pushed open the door of Professor Liang's study, and saw the old man and Ye Bai writing at the table.

"Dad." Liang Zhao stepped forward and called for someone.

Professor Liang just finished writing the last stroke of a pair of couplets, "Ji Di Xiang Guang opens the Tai Yun Hua Gate, the sun shines on the sun and spring", the words on the paper with red background and gold trim are strong and powerful, and they are devoted to heaven and earth.

"I'm back." The good father looked up at the two sons, then turned his eyes back to the table, and said, "The paper is on the sofa, you two can write whatever you want."

Liang Zhao rolled up his sleeves, picked up a long pen from the pen stand and put it aside, propped himself up on the table and slid his fingers on the screen of the iPad, looking at the Spring Festival couplets on it.

Liang Xihe moved closer to Ye Bai, looked down at his work, and said with a light smile, "Like a little girl."

"I accept the opinion, but others attack me personally." Ye Bai raised his pretty eyes and glanced at him, then lowered his eyes and continued writing.

"It's fine to just accept the word, you...may have to teach by example." Liang presumptuously lowered his voice, and held Ye Bai's hand while speaking.

"Hey——" Seeing that his good father and Liang Zhao were beside him, Ye Bai resisted.

"Don't move, I'm teaching you how to write." Liang smiled presumptuously.

Ye Bai looked up at the good girl holding his hand and brushing on the paper, with a very focused expression, and the words followed his first sentence: Spring rain moistens everything with silk, and red plums embroider thousands of mountains.

Ye Bai looked at this couplet for a while, but still couldn't bear to look directly at it, and said frankly, "One plus one doesn't necessarily equal two."

Liang Xi and herself also felt that it was really not very eye-catching, so they wrote their own picture with a smile without saying a word.

Ye Bai looked at Liangzhao's subordinates, and the upper and lower couplets he picked were: "Hundreds of generations, the present is good, the eternal state, the present is new."

In contrast, although Liang Gong's calligraphy is not as good as Professor Liang's, it is not fancy at all, and it feels smooth and comfortable.

Ye Bai was still admiring Liang Zhao's handwriting, but Liang Zhao himself had already left the table and went to the side to read his brother's handwriting.

In about half a minute, there was the sound of rubbing paper in the study room. Ye Bai and Professor Liang heard the sound and saw the two brothers wrestling together.

Liang Xihe's head was pressed on the table by Liang Zhao, and he was still holding the couplet that he had rubbed into a ball in his hand.

"Give it to me." Liang Zhao asked coldly, holding his younger brother's collar with his other hand.

"No." Liang Fang held the tattered couplet high and refused to let it go.

"Before I get angry, bring it here." Liang Zhao was obviously not a character to be fooled, and his tone became a little colder, warning.

"You two don't make trouble in the study." The good father said softly with a look of habit, "Be careful to knock over the ink."

While Liang Zhao was listening to his good father, Liang Xihe suddenly got up from the table and escaped from the study with his couplet.

Liang Zhao also quickly chased him out.

Both of them acted in a hurry, before closing the door of the study, Liang's presumptuous voice for help came from the corridor.

"mom!……"

After a while of noise, the sound of a good mother stopped, "Liang Zhao, you are not allowed to beat the children after the Chinese New Year! Hurry up and go to work."

……

The good father shook his head and sighed, not knowing what Ah He had scribbled to offend the boss.

The younger son was never beaten for no reason, and he didn't remember to eat or beat him.

Ye Bai looked at Liang Fangfang's skilled movements, and confirmed his eyes, he was a person who was often beaten.