narrow red

Kuang's mother's attitude towards Baochan has obviously changed. When she met her in the living room, she had a cold face. Baochan took the initiative to talk to her and ignored her. Later, she simply went to her room and didn't even watch the dog blood TV series.

Baochan knew in his heart that it was Kuangzheng who said something to her. As for what he said, he didn't dare to think about it. When he thought about it, he felt as if he had fallen into a hole in the ice and his whole body became cold.

On New Year's Eve, fireworks were set off in the park. It was a lively and festive day, but the atmosphere at home was awkward. The Spring Festival Gala was so boring and the New Year's Eve dinner was boring. The three of them couldn't even play decent mahjong. Sitting in a daze with all his worries.

When the bell was about to ring, Baochan found an excuse to call Kuangzheng to the storage room, and summoned up the courage to ask, "What's wrong, Auntie?"

"Maybe I'm in a bad mood," Kuang Zheng held his hand, "It's okay."

Baochan knew that he was not telling the truth, so he lowered his head and remained silent.

"Bao'er," Kuang Zheng lifted his chin, his movements were strong, but his eyes were gentle, "Don't pay too much attention to other people, I'm the one with you, and I won't change."

Baochan didn't dare to look at him. With the atmosphere at home, it seemed that it would be a crime to look at him too much: "Brother, did you... say something to Auntie?"

When he asked like this, Kuangzheng didn't need to hide any more, and nodded slowly: "I told her."

Baochan's face was like a piece of ice that suddenly shattered. Even though he knew that Kuang's mother had already guessed it, and even though he almost confessed the whole thing that day, but the moment finally came, it was inevitable and certain, he was still so uncomfortable that he almost suffocated: "How do you What can I say..."

"She will know sooner or later," Kuang Zheng clenched his hand, "long-term pain is worse than short-term pain, I don't want to wait for her to force me to go on a blind date, and then tell her that I will never marry a woman in my life, nor will I give birth to her grandchildren. "

Hearing this, Baochan was stunned: "You...don't have children?" No wonder the auntie's attitude changed so much, it killed her, "How can you say that!"

Kuang Zheng said calmly: "What I said is the truth."

"What's the truth..." Baochan panicked completely, and compared his heart to his heart, no parent can accept that their children will have no offspring, and a good family will have no children and grandchildren.

"Bao Chan," Kuang Zheng realized what he was thinking, and forced him to push him against the wall, "Do you think that I will find someone to have a baby sooner or later?"

Baochan didn't answer, but just muttered: "People always have children..."

Kuangzheng held a puff of breath in his chest: "Then you will also get married and have children?"

"I'm different," Baochan said in a trembling voice, "I don't have a home, I'm... a loner."

Kuangzheng scratched his hair impatiently: "I got married and had a baby, then what? What about you?"

"You have a child," Baochan secretly thought about this question, "if you still want me..."

Snapped!With a light touch, Kuangzheng patted his face: "Do you know what you are talking about, what do you take yourself for?"

For what... for nothing, Baozhan looked at him blankly, their relationship would not be on the table in the first place, and he robbed Kuang's mother's son, so was he so selfish that he didn't even give him a grandson?

At this time, Kuangzheng asked: "What do you think of me again?"

Marrying a woman at home and raising a man outside, a complete scumbag, Baochan reacted: "No, brother..."

"Bao Chan," Kuang Zheng had never said harsh words to him after we had known each other for so long, but this time, he did not indulge him, "You are now a millionaire, why are you still so cowardly?"

Baochan was dumb, he didn't know what to say, once upon a time, he was afraid of being looked down upon by Kuangzheng, which was a kind of economic self-ashamedness, but now he is catching up step by step, and the distance between him and his brother doesn't seem to have narrowed.

"Only by admitting to parents," Kuang Zheng told him, "is it possible to win their approval."

Baochan turned her head away in an evasive way: "How is it possible... don't expect such a thing."

Kuang Zheng turned his face: "It's all about human effort."

Man-made?Bao Chan shook his head: "They won't agree," he pursed his lips, "They will only compromise, because they love you, so they choose to back down, we are forcing them."

Kuangzheng was stunned, he had never considered this issue from the perspective of his parents, just like Baochan said, because he was loved and used to being selfish, so he was able to have no scruples.But Baochan is different. He has no parents, so he knows how to cherish it more. He is putting himself in Kuang's mother's shoes: "Baoer..."

The sound of firecrackers outside suddenly became louder, like a crackling pot, Baochan glanced at his watch, it was twelve o'clock, and the new year had already arrived: "Go," he pushed and corrected, "Go to pay New Year's greetings to auntie first."

Kuang's mother was sitting on the sofa in a daze. She could bear the relationship between Kuangzheng and Baochan, and she could bear that kind of relationship for a lifetime, but she couldn't bear not getting married and not having children.It was hard for her to imagine that she was different from the little sisters, it was hard to imagine their eyes, it was hard to imagine falling from the top of that small crowd, with a disheveled face.

"Auntie," Baochan turned around from the corridor, smiling happily, "Happy Chinese New Year!"

Behind him is Kuang Zheng, such an excellent child, who is being held down by a poor boy without a mother like this, Kuang's mother just feels chilled seeing them who are in pairs.

"Auntie," Baochan said in the years when he was in Shi's house, kowtow was the old custom. He knelt down in a small space in front of the sofa and touched his forehead to the ground. All wishes come true, good luck!"

The Kuang family didn't have the habit of kowtowing, but when Baochan knelt down, Kuangzheng followed suit, like some kind of silent plea, asking his mother to let go of Baochan.

But Kuang's mother didn't. Without saying a word, she got up from the sofa indifferently, went back to her room, and closed the door with a bang.

At this time, Baochan's forehead was still on the ground, and his chest was completely cold from inside to outside.

This is the first Spring Festival between him and Kuangzheng. There is no blessing from the elders, only the relatively silent embrace and the long night of tossing and turning.

Early the next morning, Baochan got up and went to the kitchen to cook dumplings. The hot dumplings came out of the pot, and the first bowl was delivered to Kuang's mother. He called "Auntie" in exchange for a stubborn back, And a refusal that couldn't be more clear.

Baochan put the bowls and chopsticks on the bedside, and quietly withdrew, exhausted physically and mentally.

Kuang was upstairs on the phone. On the first day of the Lunar New Year, either subordinates or customers paid endless New Year greetings. Baochan put on his coat and boots, gently opened the door and walked out.

The wind of early spring blows head-on, and the snowy road that has not melted is endless. He has not walked this road for a long time, and the sweat and sweltering heat in summer are still fresh in his memory. After a few stops, I only edited a WeChat message: Brother, I’m going to live with my senior brother for two days, take good care of my aunt.

Pressing the send button, he mutes the phone.

After getting out of the subway, take the bus, cross the pedestrian street of Cuixi Huadu, and walk over the overpass to an old residential area. Shi Kuoting gave him the address, and looked for it according to the house number. When he went up to the eighth floor, he heard the loud cry of a baby.

Baochan stood at the door, hesitated for a while before knocking.

"Who is it!" Ying Xiaonong's voice was full of anger.

"Xiao Nong," hearing his voice, Baochan suddenly felt aggrieved, "It's me."

The door opened immediately, and Ying Xiaonong stood at the door with the child in his arms, with a look of surprise on his face: "Why are you here!"

Baochan lowered his head and stamped the snow on his feet awkwardly, "Changzheng's mother... came here to celebrate the New Year."

Ying Xiaonong understood as soon as she heard it: "Come in, come in quickly, it's the first day of the new year, happy new year!"

"Happy," Baochan forced a smile, entered the room and took off his coat, Shi Kuoting came out from the back room wearing a vest and boxers, looking like he had just woken up: "Baozhan is here, will you spend the first month with us?"

"Where are you talking so much?" Ying Xiaonong gave him a look. Bao Chan was bullied at his "in-law's house" and returned to his "natal family" to heal his wounds. He stuffed Xiao Bao into Shi Kuoting's arms, "here , My daughter will return it to you."

"I said," Shi Kuoting hugged the child, staring at the dark circles under his eyes, "I've been carrying it for half the night, and I just fell asleep!"

"Your daughter," Ying Xiaonong took Baozhan to another room, "Who will you take with you?"

"No, there are only two adults in this room. I will be Xiaobao's father, but you can't be her mother!"

"Who's mother, what mother, where did mother come from!" Ying Xiaonong pointed at him viciously, "Say it again, I will kill you!" With a bang, he slammed the door.

"Xiao Nong," the room was small and very hot, Baochan took off his turtleneck sweater, "Don't bully senior brother all the time."

"Why, say a few words about your senior brother, it hurts." Ying Xiaonong poured two glasses of water, looked back, there was a faint red mark on Baochan's neck, "Oh, hey, the one named Kuang sucked it?"

Bao Chan was taken aback, and quickly covered his neck, his shoulders and cheeks were all red.

"Tsk tsk tsk," Ying Xiaonong curled his lips, "Kuang is really not a thing, he takes advantage of everything."

"No," Baochan grabbed the sweater and tried to put it on, "just this time... it turned red."

Ying Xiaonong grabbed the sweater and threw it on the sofa: "Don't listen to him for everything, that kind of person is romantic and full of yellow waste, you hang him up."

This kind of topic made Baochan uncomfortable: "Xiao Nong," he asked nervously, "do you think I'm a cowardly person?"

"Cowardly? You?" Ying Xiaonong seemed to have heard a big joke, "A singer who dares to lead everyone into the entertainment circle, is there anyone more fierce than you?"

Baochan smiled wryly, that's not what he was talking about, after a moment of silence, he asked again: "Do you think I am not worthy of Kuangzheng?"

"My God, are you okay!" Ying Xiaonong choked, "You didn't feel that you were not good enough for him when you were so poor, but now you are number one in the rich circle, but you think you are not good enough for him? "

"I'm not talking about money." Baochan refers to intangible things such as self-cultivation, self-confidence, and bearing, "I..."

At this time, the phone vibrated in his trouser pocket, it should be Kuang Zheng, seeing his WeChat call, Bao Chan quickly took out the phone, but the name displayed on the screen was not the name in his mind: "Mr. Xiao?"

"Boss Bao," He Shengjing said in an elegant and light tone, "Happy Lunar New Year."

"Ah," Baochan squeezed out a smile, "Happy New Year."

There was no speaking over there, there was a sudden blank, and then asked: "Do you have time now?"

"Huh?" Baochan seemed absent-minded.

"If it's not convenient to go to your house for the painting last time, why don't you come to my studio?" Mr. Xiao suggested, no matter the tone or wording, he was very gentlemanly, "If you are not busy now, I will send a car to pick you up .”