[Lou Cheng] 24 solar terms

"Okay, okay, since we have received someone, let's go."

The three brothers walked to the parking lot. Mingcheng sat in the driver's seat consciously. Mingtai opened the rear door and put the box on the ground. Rubbing the backrest, he let out a comfortable sigh.

"It's still so soft. The seat on the train is so painful to my bones. I want to occupy this place. Brother, you are not allowed to sit in the back row. Let me sleep first."

Minglou looked at the passenger door which had already been opened, and gave the younger brother who had closed his eyes a look of disdain.

You think too much, I don't mean to sit in the back row.

Mingcheng snickered: "Should I send you to school?"

"I asked for leave today, go home directly."

"it is good."

Mingcheng nodded and started the car, but heard a confused voice from the back seat: "Don't, don't go back, I haven't had breakfast yet..."

"Is there any food at home?"

Minglou responded with an innocent look, and Mingcheng turned the steering wheel: "Then let's go to the supermarket first, and Mingtai will also stop by to see what we want to buy."

"Actually, don't worry about him, you won't die of starvation if you don't eat a meal." Minglou said, "You're tired today, why don't you go back to rest and come out in the afternoon."

Mingcheng said, "Actually, I didn't have breakfast either."

Minglou changed the subject: "Speaking of which, skipping breakfast is indeed bad for your health, but it's too hard to buy the ingredients and go back to cook. I remember there was a cafe on the way back. The dim sum there is quite delicious. Why don't we try it?" ?”

Mingcheng responded with a smile: "Okay, I'll listen to Big Brother."

The two looked at each other.

Mingtai in the backseat refused to look in the rearview mirror and turned over to show his anger.

After eating and drinking enough to enter the house, Mingtai obediently carried the suitcase and was about to go upstairs, Minglou called him back: "What are you doing so fast, do you know which room you live in?"

Mingtai dragged his tone: "Which one else can I live in? You must live in the master bedroom, and brother Ah Cheng must live next to you. There are only three bedrooms in total. Where else can I live?"

"The remaining room has been converted into a studio and a perfume room, so there is no way to live in it." Ming Lou said, "You can sleep in Ah Cheng's room first, and I'll see if I can make another room after a while."

"Then where does Brother Ah Cheng sleep?"

Mingcheng raised his eyebrows and looked at Minglou meaningfully.

Professor Ming looked calm: "Cheng and I will share a room first, and I have already moved the things there. My room is the master bedroom, with a relatively large space, and it is also a suite. It is no problem to accommodate two people."

Mingtai felt a little guilty: "Ah...Brother Ah Cheng, why don't we squeeze together..."

"You don't sleep honestly at night, what should you do if you make a noise to Ah Cheng?" Minglou interrupted him with a disgusted expression, "The bed at home is so big, you can roll from the head to the end of the bed when you wake up. If you sleep together, maybe you will be kicked out of bed."

Mingcheng thought, with Mingtai's force value, it is not certain who will be kicked down.

The young master was right after thinking about it: "Then I won't be polite, anyway, Brother Ah Cheng often slept with you when I was young." He hummed a little song, but after walking a few steps, he heard Ming Lou ordering him from below, seemingly unintentionally. One sentence: "Have a good rest, remember to go to the kitchen and wash the dishes in the sink after you get up."

Mingtai almost stepped on the ground.

"Why!"

"Why, since you live here, you have to do things. There is no helper at home. You don't want to push everything to Cheng."

Ming Tai stared blankly: "I just arrived in Paris, and you can't wait to order me! Besides, those dishes are not left over after I finished eating, why don't you wash them!"

Just as Mingcheng was about to speak, Minglou raised his hand to stop him, and said to Mingtai leisurely, "Mingtai, let me ask you, whose money was paid for the meal you just had?"

"...It's you, but..."

"We came back just now, who drove the car?"

"It's Brother Ah Cheng, but..."

"Look, this is the end." Minglou spread his hands, "Division of labor and cooperation is the long-term solution, and you agree, right? Then tell me, who should wash the dishes in the kitchen now?"

Mingtai was dazed by him, and stood there with his mouth open for a long time, and finally threw the suitcase away in anger, ran down the stairs and picked up the phone: "I want to call eldest sister! You are all bullying me!"

Mingcheng looked away sympathetically.

"Young Master Ming, please." Minglou smiled calmly, "But you have to think clearly, there is a word in this world called beyond reach."

"By the way, by the way, my eldest sister mentioned to me that when you were in China, your daily expenses were much higher than before, so I asked you to take good care of you and don't let you learn bad things. to manage your living expenses and pocket money."

Mingtai showed a look of despair.

Minglou smiled slightly.

"Tell me, will Ah Cheng listen to you, or to me?"

"Hey, let's do the dishes."

Mingtai's mood entered a state of continuous depression, and he was depressed for several days.He didn't say anything to Minglou, on the contrary, he always showed aggrieved and wet little eyes when Mingcheng passed by, and even Mingcheng said that he wanted to take him out to play, but he was obviously not motivated.

In order to comfort young master Ming's wounded heart, Mingcheng returned home early that day and cooked a table full of dishes, all of which Mingtai liked to eat, completely ignoring Professor Ming whose taste was quite different from that of his younger brother.Mingtai came downstairs, and the first thing he asked after sitting down was, "Who does the dishes today?"

Mingcheng coaxed him: "I'll wash it, I'll wash it, just let go and eat it. You see, these are all your favorite dishes. I remember you complained a few years ago that the chef at home couldn't make this Here comes the taste. Come, taste it, and see if my craftsmanship has deteriorated."

Mingtai said: "Brother Ah Cheng's craftsmanship is of course good, but since it's your cooking today, and the division of labor and cooperation, it's not your turn to wash the dishes anyway."

Minglou snorted, and closed the newspaper in his hand heavily: "Speak well."

"Big brother!"

Mingcheng pursed his lips and looked at him.

Minglou stared at him for two seconds, then raised his hands in a gesture of surrender.

"Okay, okay, I'm here to wash the dishes today, Master Ming, are you satisfied?"

Mingtai looked at Minglou, then turned his face hesitantly, looked at Mingcheng, and suddenly felt that he knew something that he shouldn't know.

Before he could figure it out, Minglou raised his chopsticks first, and first picked up a piece of fish for Mingcheng, and then picked up a piece of eggplant for Mingtai.

"Come on, eat."

After dinner, Minglou honestly went to wash the dishes. Mingcheng greeted Mingtai with a smile, telling him not to stare at the kitchen, but to help him move the tables and chairs to the garden outside.Mingtai asked him while moving: "What are you going to do, Ah Cheng?"

Mingcheng patted his head: "Appreciate the moon. Did you forget? Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival."

The three brothers sat down in a circle, Mingcheng brought out several plates of dim sum, Mingtai went back to the room and took out the rice wine brought from China, poured everyone a glass, and took a big gulp first: "It's so sweet!"

Mingcheng told him: "This stamina is a bit strong, don't be greedy."

Mingtai said unconvinced: "I know, I can drink very well, Brother Ah Cheng, don't underestimate me."

Ming Lou said: "Leave him alone, let him go. This kid can only drink but not taste. This is Cheng wine. It is green in color and mellow in taste. It gets better with time. How can you drink it like him?" He drank it. After taking a sip, he said with a smile: "It's been a long time since I tasted this taste, and it really is the best at home."

After not getting a response for a while, Minglou turned around suspiciously.

Mingcheng held back a smile, and pointed to the side.

The young master Ming who claimed to be a good drinker had already fallen asleep lying on the table, with half of the wine left in the glass.

"This kid..." Minglou's tone was helpless, "I just slept like this, and I'm not afraid of catching a cold." She reached out to shake him awake and let him go back to sleep in the room.

Mingtai buried his head in his arms, moved, and called out indistinctly: "Eldest sister..."

Mingcheng was silent for a while, then said softly: "Don't call him, I'll take him back to his room." Minglou sighed, nodded, and took another sip of wine, which would feel less sweet than before.

Mingcheng came back within a few minutes, sat down beside him, and rested his head on his shoulder relaxedly.Minglou touched his face and felt a little cold, so he unbuttoned his coat and wrapped him in his arms.

"Big brother."

"Ok?"

"Actually, today...is not just the Mid-Autumn Festival."

"I know." Minglou said softly, "It's still Bailu today."

Mingcheng whispered, "Brother, do you want to go home?"

"When the country dies, what is home?"

For the white dew, one waits for the swan geese to come, the second waits for the black bird to return, and the third waits for the flock of birds to raise their shame.

Lu Cong is white tonight.

[Nineteen] Autumn Equinox

The door was knocked three times.

Mingtai covered his face with the quilt, turned over in a daze, and said in a nasal voice: "Brother Ah Cheng... let me sleep for another 5 minutes..."

He didn't hear the familiar answering sound outside the door, and Mingtai's still not fully awake mind instinctively felt that something was wrong. The next second, the door was unscrewed without hesitation, and a hand reached out and grabbed his neckline. Lifted him out of bed.

Professor Ming frowned and looked at him condescendingly.

Mingtai's lingering drowsiness was immediately frightened away: "Big brother... big brother!" He subconsciously slapped his hands and feet twice, but Minglou just let go of his hand, and he fell to the ground so heavily. In an instant, I felt that my bones were about to fall apart.

Not daring to cry out the pain, Mingtai got up quickly, grinning his teeth and said, "Brother, why are you calling me? Where's Brother Ah Cheng?"

"Why, can't I come?"

"No, that's not what I mean." Mingtai smiled apologetically, "I just think that big brother usually works too hard,