My old enemy from my previous life shared a bedroom with me

The sun shone in through the gaps in the large curtains of the floor-to-ceiling windows, moved slowly, and shone on the pillow.

Qin Yuan frowned, and half-opened his eyes in pain.European-style wrought iron chandeliers are hung from the ceiling above the head, and the walls are covered with light-colored wallpapers. Everything has a familiar modern atmosphere.

He stared blankly at the dark flower wallpaper on the wall, and it took him a long time to wake up from the "chaotic" emotions, and clearly distinguish what is a dream and what is reality.

The temperature of the central air conditioner in the room is pleasant, and at night there is only a thin layer of silk quilt covered. He moved his body slightly, and just about to lift the quilt to get up, suddenly, his body froze.

He quietly stretched out his hand and poked it down, his face suddenly turned red.

A piece of wet, with a very faint special smell.

I usually have normal physiological phenomena when I wake up in the morning, but it has never been as severe as it is now.With a light touch, you can feel the unprecedented heat and hardness.

He closed his eyes in annoyance, covered the quilt again, gritted his teeth and stretched his hand under it. …My mind was full of someone, for a while it was the way he was smiling lazily at me in school, and for a while it was the playful expression in the dream wearing brocade clothes and holding a long sword.

What's more, the completely unfamiliar expression in last night's dream.When the mouth was opened, those peach eyes were watery, looking up from below, with a secret and unspeakable teasing.

After a long time, his tense body trembled suddenly, and he slowly relaxed under the quilt.

He rolled aside slowly, found brand new underwear from the bedside table, turned over and got out of bed, and walked towards the bathroom.

Dense water sprayed from the thermostatic faucet, rushed on his smooth body, and quickly slid down along the beautifully shaped back.

He closed his eyes and rinsed silently for a long time, and when he opened his eyes by chance, he saw himself in the sperm on the dressing table next to him.

The color is bright red, and there are bloodshot eyes.As soon as he lowered his head, drops of water dripped down his drenched hair.He stared blankly at himself in the mirror, staring at the red birthmark on his chest from the mother's womb.

The warm water hit there, as if it was going to scald the flesh, with slight pain, and the color seemed to be more red than before.

He sighed slightly, and leaned against the tiles behind him, his back was cold and his chest was hot.

Just like in a dream, with the cold rocks and wetlands beneath him, and the fiery breath of that young man on his body. ...

When he came out of the bathroom, he realized that it was already past nine o'clock in the morning.

He rarely wakes up so late at ordinary times, because he slept so restlessly last night that he was in a daze. He was half asleep and half awake, and his spirit was uncomfortable. It was not until it was close to dawn that he finally fell into a deep sleep for a while. .

When they came downstairs, everyone else in the family had eaten breakfast. Wei Qinglian was playing with the newborn baby in the living room. Seeing him coming down, he hurriedly shouted to the kitchen: "Quick, help Xiaoyuan heat up breakfast."

As the year approached, Qin Zhufeng had more business engagements and went out early in the morning, leaving only Wei Qinglian and the children at home.

The servants in the kitchen quickly agreed, and quickly brought up the warm breakfast. There was a plate of Chinese-style steamed dumplings with three delicacies, steamed dumplings with mushrooms and lean meat, and eight-treasure porridge, and another plate of Western-style ham sandwiches. Served with fried eggs and a glass of imported low-fat milk next to it.

Wei Qinglian came over with her baby in her arms, sat opposite him, and smiled softly: "I don't know if your taste has changed now, so I made some. Just tell me what you like, and I will remember to call them specially next time." alley."

Qin Yuan looked at her innocent appearance, and felt a little bit sorry in his heart.

This stepmother's education level is not high, but her temper is really good. Since she married his father, she can be regarded as a dedicated housewife at home. It was taken care of properly and impeccably.

"Thank you, Aunt Wei, for your trouble. I can do anything." He nodded politely, and his voice became more amiable. "From now on, I will eat whatever the family eats in the morning, and you don't have to do it for me alone."

Wei Qinglian smiled sweetly: "It doesn't matter, the most important thing is that you eat well."

Qin Yuan gently looked at the baby in her arms while holding it up: "Xiaoxin's eyes are so beautiful, just like her mother's."

A child carved in pink and jade has always made people feel soft in their hearts. They are just a few months old and they are chubby and cute. Although he doesn't like Wei Qinglian very much, but facing this new little sister, he still treats him like a child. I like it from the bottom of my heart.

Wei Qinglian teased the child casually, but sighed quietly: "I hope to have a boy like my father."

The nondescript words made Qin Yuan feel uncomfortable, so he could only lower his head silently to eat the porridge, and said after a while, "There is no difference between girls and boys. Both can further their studies, can inherit the family business, and can also participate in business management."

He looked up at Wei Qinglian quietly, and finally decided to say a few more words: "Auntie, you love growing flowers and cooking, and you like teaching and raising children. As an elder brother, what we have to do is to try our best to give them a rich life and a good learning environment, and then let them choose the path they want to take instead of doing it for them.”

Wei Qinglian lowered his head, and the corners of his lips didn't know whether it was mourning or self-deprecating: "A daughter is a daughter after all, and your father still expects his son to support the family. At that time, I only hope that your father can see it for the sake of his own flesh and blood. Give them a little more dowry, and I will be grateful."

Qin Yuan looked at her speechlessly, feeling astonished and extremely uncomfortable in his heart, couldn't help blurting out: "Aunt Wei, you should watch less ancient costume dramas in the future."

The "messy" things she said, I'm afraid even the girls in the countryside may not be able to say them, so sad and forbearing, I don't know, I thought that his brother was about to seize power and force the palace, and then put his stepmother and My sister is kicked out of the house.

You really shouldn't be chatting with this woman.One moment, she was a little grateful for her virtuousness, but the next moment she couldn't believe her ears, don't listen to her lines in time-travel dramas like this.

Wei Qinglian's face turned red, and he still wanted to talk, but Qin Yuan hastily drank the last few mouthfuls of porridge, and stood up: "Aunt Wei, you are busy, I'm going to read a book."

He walked upstairs quickly, closed the door, and sat at the table.

The sun was just right in the morning, and the mobile phone on the table was quietly placed there.He glanced at it quickly, but didn't dare to open it.

... Fortunately, this person is not in front of him, so he doesn't have to look at each other face to face, otherwise, he can't meet his eyes, his lips.

But it was obvious that he would come whenever he was afraid, the phone on the table suddenly started ringing, and he sat up straight suddenly.

It's Ruan Qingmu!

He quickly grabbed the phone and looked at the profile picture of the caller, his heartbeat suddenly accelerated.

Almost flustered and confused, he pressed the reject button immediately, and then pressed his temple.

——What should I say?How to deal with that clear and familiar voice? ...

In the mobile phone shop, Ruan Qingmu looked at the phone that rang and hung up in surprise, and dialed again.

! ?Broken again?

"Boss, there is something wrong with your new mobile phone, you can't call!" He frowned, "Change to another one."

The boss is anxious: "How is it possible, this is a new machine just for the new year, you try again?"

Ruan Qingmu pressed the speakerphone and dialed again, but it was disconnected immediately.

"That's right, it cut off after one beep three times. It's not a problem to be damned."

The boss took the mobile phone and tapped a string of his own phone numbers. Immediately, his mobile phone rang next to him.He breathed a sigh of relief: "Look! Okay, it's normal to call me!"

Ruan Qingmu frowned suspiciously, and casually dialed Fang Li's phone, and soon the other side answered, with a soft voice: "Brother Ruan, are you looking for me?"

Ruan Qingmu "rubbed" and "rubbed" between her eyebrows: "It's okay, I'm trying a new phone, hang up, see you in the afternoon."

Qin Yuan is such a big pig, why keep hanging up on his phone!Even if you can't answer something, send a text message to say no?

"Okay, as long as it's not broken." He logged into the WeChat of the new phone, "1600 yuan, I bought it."

"1680!" The boss said with a bitter face, "If you open your mouth, you will lose 80. I only earn 100 yuan by selling a mobile phone."

Ruan Qingmu sighed: "Boss, to tell you the truth, I didn't ask for this money from my family, it was all earned by working with my blood and tears."

The boss squinted at him: "What kind of job do you do?"

Ruan Qingmu looked sad: "Wear strange clothes, stand for thousands of people to see, and beg them to buy discounted things."

The boss slapped his thigh: "I did it too, it's tiring!"

Ruan Qingmu looked at him in surprise: "I can't tell, boss."

With such a short and stocky figure and a flat and round face, can he live broadcast and bring goods?

"Playing as a clown in the mall to hand out leaflets! I did it when I was young, and my waist and legs hurt after a day. It's alright, alright, you pay one thousand and six."

... Ruan Qingmu happily rushed to Wenhua Street with her new mobile phone.

Yesterday's business was even hotter. Sister Rui immediately settled the three days' wages in advance. Originally, it was less than two thousand, and she directly paid two thousand.

In addition to the money for the mobile phone, if you scrape together the rest, it will be enough to pick up the picture frame and mount it.

As soon as he got on the bus, Qin Yuan's WeChat finally arrived: "I was chatting with my family just now, so it's not convenient to call. It's all over now."

Ruan Qingmu leaned comfortably on the seat, the sun made him drowsy, and his heart was warm and peaceful. Suddenly, on a whim, he clicked on the video call.

Qin Yuan was over there, stunned for a moment, and cautiously cut off the button again: "What's wrong?"

Ruan Qingmu was a little upset, why refused him again and again!

"I bought a new phone. I'll try various functions to see if it works or not. Please cooperate." He replied arrogantly, "If you don't cooperate, I'll find someone else! I'll go chat with Fang Li. "

The screen turned on, and the video call page flickered quickly, so he picked it up contentedly, and frowned as soon as he saw the screen with a smile.

No wonder you don't talk to him, it's obviously sick.

He looked distressedly at the haggard Qin Yuan in the camera, and then looked at his obvious blue eye circles and red bloodshots: "Is it a cold or something? Don't take a bath frequently if you have a cold. Why do you lose your hair early in the morning?" It's all "tide", can you stop loving cleanliness so much? It won't matter if you don't take a bath in winter!"

Qin Yuan listened quietly, occasionally raised his head to look at him, then quickly lowered his eyes, not making eye contact with him: "No more, just a slight headache."

Ruan Qingmu stopped talking, and after a long while said quietly: "Go and rest quickly, hang up."

A person like Qin Yuan wouldn't tell how tired or uncomfortable he was. Now that he said he had a headache, he must be seriously ill.

The stepmother over there probably didn't care about it, and no one really took care of it.

Qin Yuan's eyelashes trembled slightly in the screen, and he quickly raised his eyes to look at him: "Okay, I'll find you after you finish the live broadcast at night, and I'll sleep well."

After thinking about it, he added in a low voice: "My dad told me to go back after the fifteenth day of the first lunar month. I plan to tell him later that I will go back after the third day of the first lunar month."

Ruan Qingmu said "Yes", "Then will your family celebrate your lunar birthday?"

Last time at Qin Yuan's house, he said that he was born on New Year's Eve, but now people basically celebrate the solar calendar birthday, and no one remembers the lunar calendar birthday that changes every year.

Qin Yuan said, "No, it's all in the Gregorian calendar."

Ruan Qingmu's mood suddenly jumped like a deer: "Then you come back, and I will make up for you to celebrate your lunar birthday."

Qin Yuan's voice was soft, and the sleepiness in his eyes gradually dissipated, returning to clarity: "Well, I want to see my birthday present."

Ruan Qingmu smiled, slightly proud: "I'll go get it now."

The two of them stared at each other silently in the video for a while, when the bus signal sounded, Ruan Qingmu jumped out of the bus, seeing Qin Yuan was about to hang up the phone, Ruan Qingmu suddenly called out in a low voice: "Wait!"

Passers-by on the street around him were in a hurry, and no one was paying attention. He quietly made a small love gesture with one hand to the screen: "Little patient, remember to take the 'medicine'."

Looking at the handsome face that quickly turned red on the screen, he quickly put the phone in his pocket, lowered his head, and pulled off the hood of the hooded sweater to cover his hot face. ...

New Year's Eve finally arrived.

This year's New Year's Eve had a light snowfall. Although the city was decorated with silvery white snow, there were lights and festoons everywhere, and it didn't feel chilling and deserted.

The Qin family's villa had been decorated with Chinese-style red lanterns and couplets earlier. In the courtyard, large kumquat trees and various seasonal flowers were newly purchased. They were colorful, and in the silver-white courtyard, they looked joyful and clean. .

From early in the morning, the kitchen at home was steaming, and Wei Qinglian directed the servants to get busy with the annual New Year's Eve dinner.

When Qin Yuan got up in the morning, he didn't do the exercises in the room anymore, but played outside with Xiao Siquan in the snow for a while, and when he returned to the living room of the villa, it was almost noon.

They have New Year's Eve dinner in the evening, and the meal at noon is the same as usual, with a simpler meal.He and Qin Zhufeng sat facing each other, the father and son chatted while eating, but Qin Yuan ate a little absent-mindedly.

The corner of his eyes glanced at the small hall cabinet at the far end of the living room. It was empty and nothing had been placed there like it had been for so many years.

The local custom is to keep a small table in the living room of the home, which is not usually placed, but is placed on the tablets of the elders and relatives of the family during the New Year's festival, and some simple candles and fruits are placed in front of it to express a little sacrifice.

When I lived in the courtyard of my hometown, I lived like this every year. His mother died early, and even died unexpectedly. In the local customs, it is even more important to remember to pay homage, as a way of comfort, and as a way for the dead to see their loved ones in the underworld. miss.

Even if they moved here, during the Spring Festival last year, it was still placed here for a few days during the Chinese New Year.There was no fanfare, and no ashes were placed, but a small simple tablet was made and placed with the tablets of the elders.

At this time last year, before dinner, he and his father simply offered a few sticks of incense, and he even set out a fruit plate with his own hands.

But now, it's empty.

Until the afternoon, it was almost before dinner.It was still empty.

Sitting on the coffee table, Qin Yuan watched TV absently, feeling empty in his heart, finally gritted his teeth after a while, and whispered to Qin Zhufeng next to him: "Dad, where is my mother's tablet... I'll go take it?"

Qin Zhufeng was stunned, and finally realized it, and shouted in a bit of embarrassment: "Qing Lian, Qing Lian, come here!"

Wei Qinglian was wearing a velvet jacket, pink in color, and came over with a smile on his face. Seeing Qin Zhufeng pointing to the blank desk, he seemed surprised, and quickly smiled apologetically: "Oh, I'm too busy with the New Year's Eve dinner. , I even forgot."

She raised her voice and called to the servant on the side: "Sister Wu, go to the storage room and bring the tablets and incense candles."

Her servant, Sister Wu, who had been in charge of her for several years, agreed, trotted away, and came out with a box in her hand after a while.

For some reason, as soon as she reached the living room, she suddenly tripped on the steps, fell to the ground, and threw the things in her hands to the ground.

The joss sticks, memorial tablets, fruit plates for sacrifices, and several Buddhist scriptures all fell to the ground, and one of the small memorial tablets was split in two and lay on the cold ground.

Everyone was taken aback. Madam Wu sat on the ground and supported her waist with a crying sound: "Sir, madam, I'm sorry, my old arms and legs are really useless..."

Qin Yuan twitched his eyebrows, ran over and picked up the broken tablet from the ground.

The other elders are all intact, the cracked one belongs to his mother. ...

Qin Zhufeng ran over, his face turned blue, he lowered his waist to look at the memorial tablet, turned his head and yelled at Aunt Wu angrily: "What's wrong, I'm not so messy when I usually do things!"

Wei Qinglian also hurried over, trembling his lips: "It's New Year's Eve, Sui Sui is safe."

Glancing at the father and son, she quickly said to Mrs. Wu, "Why don't you go get some super glue? It's usable."

Aunt Wu hurriedly stood up, trembling as she was about to leave. Just as she reached the entrance of the hall, Qin Yuan coldly spoke behind her.

"There's no need to go. If you find glue to stick it on, you can break it on purpose."

Aunt Wu trembled, and turned her head in fear: "Young master, what did you say? You can't wrong people, I, I am so old, my feet are slippery..."

Qin Yuan stared at her with cold eyes: "I didn't say you fell, you just 'just happened' to fall. Whoever did it will naturally know."

Under Qin Zhufeng's astonished eyes, he glanced at Wei Qinglian lightly, his heart was blocked by something, as if his chest was about to explode and spit out.

He carefully picked up the tablet that had been broken in two, smiled sarcastically, and pointed to the broken section and the cracked side: "The inside is made of plaster, and the old and new scars are obviously different in color."

There is a slight yellow color at the fracture of the tablet.As for the newly knocked corners, the "exposed" section is obviously much whiter.