The four-year-old cute baby of the actor's family

Facing the male body bursting with hormones, Zhou Wenan quickly withdrew his eyes and asked, "What... what's wrong?"

The fair skin was covered with red marks, and I didn't know where to put my eyes.

Liang Sihan looked at the clean boy like a cartoon protagonist from a distance, and said, "Do you have loose clothes? Let me borrow them for now? The shirt is half soaked."

Zhou Wen'an nodded sullenly, and walked quickly towards the bedroom.

Liang Sihan turned back to the bathroom, and noticed that there were several bundles of books stacked neatly in the corner by the door, the height was nearly half a meter.

He lowered his head and took a closer look. The yellowed old book, the rough-painted characters on the cover, and the faded title were Hong Kong and Taiwan martial arts novels from the [-]s.

He looked up and saw the wooden post hanging by the bathroom door, with three lines written crookedly and vertically on it:

Ancient pond——

"let me go first"

The frog jumped in.

The font is full of childishness, and the sentence corresponds to the bathroom, which also looks a bit childish and innocent.

Ton Ton was holding his shirt in the bathroom, saw that he was bending over and narrowing his eyes, he came out and asked, "What are you looking at, Uncle?"

Liang Sihan pointed to the small piece of wood: "Did you write this?"

Ton Ton shook his head: "I can't write yet, Dad wrote it. But I can read." He came out and pointed at the small piece of wood, and read the three sentences vividly, imitating the appearance of a frog, " "Quack" two times, with smiles all over his face and eyes.

Liang Sihan picked up the clothes in his hand and put them on the sink, bent down and picked up the cute child: "Is this what you thought?"

"Of course not! It's a haiku!" Ton was on his shoulder, pointing to the writing on the small piece of wood, "Papa said it's an ancient Japanese poem, just like the moonlight in front of the bed, it's poetry. Uncle, you don't know oh?"

Liang Sihan really had no experience with haiku: "I don't know."

Sitting on his arm, Ton Ton danced and said, "Then let Dad teach you! Dad knows everything."

Zhou Wenan, who "knows everything", dug out a pure white T-shirt from the bedroom.

He is only [-] tall, obviously not in the same build as Liang Sihan, so naturally he couldn't find suitable clothes.

The short-sleeved shirt is a one-size-fits-all cultural shirt for the company's activities, and the blue words "Happy [-]th Anniversary of Shijinnianhua" are written on the back.

Walking into the living room, facing Liang Sihan who was holding the child, Zhou Wenan shook off the T-shirt apologetically: "Mr. Once, it was quite clean..."

Liang Sihan freed his hand to take it: "That's it."

He puts the ton on the couch and changes.

Zhou Wen'an glanced at it, and thought to himself: A person with a good figure can stand out in everything he wears. The same white T-shirt dangles on his body and looks out of place, but on Liang Sihan, it looks like it was designed by a big brand.

Liang Sihan didn't pay attention to his eyes, bent down and hugged Tonton again, put his hands under his armpits, and raised them high.

"Wow!" Tonton shouted excitedly, giggling, "Daddy, I'm so tall! Wow, I can touch the lamp!" He reached for the ceiling lamp in the living room.

Excited for a while, Tonton pointed to the glass cabinet in the living room: "Uncle will show you what I made!"

In the glass cabinet are neatly displayed colorful pottery bowls, clay figurines, small wooden toys, and a thick stack of picture books.

The small objects are not so delicate, revealing a kind of simplicity and innocence.

Liang Sihan held the child in one hand, picked up the small pottery bowl with the other, turned over the bottom of the bowl and saw the words "Zhou & Zhou" and a string of numbers: "Did you make this with your father?"

"That's right!" Ton Ton said proudly, "I made it with my dad. Uncle, look at this little frog, isn't it cute?"

A small light green frog with a round white belly looks similar.

Liang Sihan also saw the date on the bottom of the little frog's feet, and he asked, "You did it too?"

"Yeah!" Tonton hugged his neck, "Dad said that when I do enough, I can open an art gallery and let others come to visit!" He stretched out his fingers and counted them one by one, "One, two, three ,Four……"

Counted to more than 30.

Liang Sihan found that every object, every painting, had a definite date, and it seemed that someone would take these objects to recall the scene at that time for convenience.

They were talking in front of the glass cabinet, while Zhou Wen'an slightly poked his head at the kitchen door and looked over quietly.

The slanting light of the setting sun shines in from the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the spots of light are like dancing notes, lively and lively in this small living room.

The air is filled with the joyful chirping of children, like a young bird that has finally arrived at its nest, fluttering and hiding under its big warm wings, telling what it has seen and heard, and expressing its longing for the day.

Zhou Wen'an looked at them almost in disbelief.

Dinner is a simple four dishes and one soup, with white rice and small purple potatoes as the staple food, which is rich in nutrition.

Sitting at the small square table, Liang Sihan praised without hesitation: "Tong Ton is right, Mr. Zhou is very good at cooking."

"It's home-cooked food." Zhou Wen'an blushed a little shyly. He arranged the tableware for Ton Ton, and served a bowl of tomato egg drop soup for everyone.

In front of Zhou Wen'an, Tonton ate in a proper manner, not daring to make any mistakes, and kept letting Liang Sihan eat the food very politely: "Uncle, you eat braised fish nuggets. Purple potatoes are also delicious, Dad said Purple sweet potatoes can supplement blue and white... anthocyanins!"

"But don't eat too much." Zhou Wen'an said softly as he helped the child peel the purple potatoes.

The light in the restaurant was very soft, illuminating both of them with soft and black hair and fair skin.

The two faces are as clean as if they were not stained with dust, so that people can't bear to look away after just one glance.

Liang Sihan asked: "Then can I have one?"

Ton Ton: "Sure." He reached out to reach for the purple sweet potato in the small steamer.

Liang Sihan asked lightly: "Can I trouble Mr. Zhou to peel it off for me?"

Zhou Wen'an raised his eyes, met his dark night eyes, and nodded unconsciously.

He took out a wet towel to wipe his hands, took tons of purple potatoes and peeled them slowly.

Liang Sihan saw that his fingers were slender and his movements were gentle. When his eyes were lowered, the folds of his eyelids were extremely obvious, and the eyelashes at the end of his eyes were thicker. When he lowered his eyebrows, he looked so gentle and quiet.

When Zhou Wenan handed over the purple potato and put it on Liang Sihan's white plate, he said, "Thank you."

Afterwards, the three of them adhered to the good upbringing of not talking when eating or sleeping, and they ate separately without saying anything.

After dinner, Zhou Wen'an washed the dishes, and Ton Ton pulled Liang Sihan along, tirelessly introducing his toys and picture books.

Looking left and right, Ton and Ton felt that this uncle was tall, handsome and patient, and liked him very much as his friend.

He lay on Liang Sihan's back, pressed against his ear, covered his mouth with his little hand, and asked softly, "Uncle, can you live in our house?"

Liang Sihan supported Xiaoxiao's limp body with his backhand: "Why?"

Ton Ton leaned on his shoulder and muttered: "I'm afraid my uncle will come tomorrow. I hate him. But Dad said that he is our only relative, so we can't ignore him."

"Do you have any other relatives?" Liang Sihan frowned slightly, and hugged him on his lap, "Where are your grandparents?"

"No grandparents." Tonton grunted.

Ever since he could remember, he had never seen his grandparents.

There are fathers who are good to me, aunts who often come to help at home, and uncle Yuan.

Tonton lowered his head to pick up the Lego spaceship that Liang Sihan had put together, and fiddled with it: "I only have dad, and dad only has me."

After a pause, "Oh, there is another uncle, but Dad is still looking for uncle, I don't know where it is."

He held the small spaceship and made a gesture of flying in the air: "Father said that uncle separated from him when he was young, so we need to find uncle."

Liang Sihan was indescribably distressed, and hugged Tonton tightly, rationally restraining his emotions, so he didn't hug too hard.

Ton Ton didn't notice Liang Sihan's mood changes, but liked his strong and powerful arms very much, and he could always hug himself with one arm.

He also wants to become so powerful, so that he can protect his father.

After packing up, Zhou Wen'an walked out of the kitchen and glanced at the clock in the living room.He stood aside in embarrassment and reminded: "Mr. Liang, it's getting late."

It sounded like he was chasing away customers, which was even more embarrassing.

Liang Sihan raised his eyes, noticed the way he was looking down at the toes of his shoes, and realized that he might have delayed the child's rest with him, so he nodded: "Well, I'll be leaving in a while."

Ton Ton was very sad now, and grabbed his wrist with his little hand: "No, uncle, stay a little longer."

He drooped his brows, turned his head pitifully and begged Zhou Wenan, "Dad~ just let uncle stay here for a while. I like uncle staying at our house, Dad, okay. Dad~"

He drawled and acted coquettishly, which usually worked.

Zhou Wen'an followed suit. He didn't have much to offer the child, and he didn't want the child to be wronged in other places.

"Then you have to ask uncle if there is still time. What if there are people waiting at uncle's house?"

"No." Liang Sihan answered quickly, and said to Ton with shining eyes, "Uncle lives alone, and there is no one waiting at home. Don't worry."

He said to Zhou Wen'an, "Mr. Zhou, that's too much trouble."

"No." Zhou Wen'an said nervously, "You guys talk, I'll clean it up."

"Dad, uncle's clothes are in the bathroom."

Tonton lowered his head and handed a Lego part to Liang Sihan, "Uncle, let's continue playing for a while."

Zhou Wen'an heard it, and he was amnesty: "Okay, I will deal with it. You play."

He walked quickly into the bathroom.

He didn't panic until he saw that the shirt was thrown in a mess in the sink.

The person outside the door is the film king, who was worth tens of millions a movie many years ago, and the shirts and pants on his body are more than ten thousand, and now they are so wrinkled and placed by the pool, with a lot of water stains.

Zhou Wen'an carefully opened it to look, and noticed that there were embroidered words in English on the inside of the placket, which should have been custom-made by an old-school men's clothing custom shop.

When he thought of the fifteen thousand, he instantly felt that his shirt had become a hot potato.

Just as he was about to sigh, a tall figure suddenly appeared at the bathroom door.

He gathered his clothes and turned his head nervously to look over.

The light in the bathroom was soft, and his eyes were as gentle as water, but there was a hint of anxiety.

Liang Sihan said to the frustrated big boy, "Mr. Zhou, just wring it out for me and pack it up. I'll take it home and someone will handle it."

"It's...really?" Zhou Wen'an could actually guess that he probably wanted to throw it away.

Taking advantage of Ton Ton's absence, he looked up at the man with a cold face and said, "Mr. Liang, the money I gave my uncle today, when my salary is paid this month, I will definitely..."

"When the producer gives you tons of remuneration, you can give it to me." Liang Sihan said, raising his hand to press his thin shoulder, "Don't worry."

It was indeed a very handsome figure, which reminded him of what happened that night.

He withdrew his hand, the fingertips were the residual warmth of the skin.

"Huh?" Zhou Wen'an completely forgot about the tons of salary. He froze for a moment, then nodded blankly, "Okay then. Thank you."

He blushed a little sorry.

Liang Sihan quietly lowered his eyes to stare at the youthful young man, his pink cheeks were both dawn and sunset, as beautiful as a painting. "Mr. Zhou, has anyone told you?"

Zhou Wen'an looked at him in surprise, as if he could see his small and thin self in his deep eyes, and murmured unconsciously, "What?"

Liang Sihan's tone was low and soft, mellow and pleasant: "You are a very suitable person for blushing."

Like a bird skimming over a bright moon, he glanced at Zhou Wen'an's fair and pretty face with warm eyes, and before he could react, he turned and walked back to the living room.

"..."

Zhou Wen'an watched his back in bewilderment, his eyes full of puzzlement.

Good for blush?

Zhou Wen'an turned his head to look in the mirror, his face was always as red as a monkey's butt, where was it appropriate?

But looking at his flushed face and dark eyes again, he suddenly remembered the words Fan Liuyuan said to Bai Liusu in "Love in a Fallen City"——

"Some people are good at talking, some are good at laughing, some are good at housekeeping, and you are good at bowing your head."

This association made it hard for Zhou Wenan to digest, because he was thinking too much, and his face was even redder as if clouds were passing through.

I can't wait to find a place to bury myself properly.