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As soon as he stepped on the floor and breathed a sigh of relief, the door of the side house opened.

While trying to lean on the handrail, he looked at the person who opened the door in surprise.

"I knew my timing was just right." Chen Wentong courteously pulled him into the room, and closed the door with a "bang", "I just saw you on the balcony."

While thinking about letting him drag her in a daze, in the blink of an eye he heard him shouting into the room: "Brother-in-law, Xiaoxiang is back!"

There are three members of Bian's family. There are few people and the house is small, so it is rare for them to be so noisy.Bian’s father rarely rests at home, and he is quiet at home. Shen Yunjia is not a person who can yell, and he can’t even yell when he thinks about it. In such a family environment, there is only an occasional review before the exam. Racquet sports can make his father worry to death.

Now Chen Wentong appeared, yelling and yelling for a while, which was enough to give him a sense of presence.

While thinking about it, he felt a pain in his head, staring at Chen Wentong's hand on his shoulder, a row of bright question marks lit up above his head.

Can you believe that this is the "guest from his house" that Zhang Hongkuan's father said?

The door of the study was closed tightly, and Dad Bian's vague and intermittent voice could be heard from inside. It sounded like he was on the phone, but Chen Wentong didn't dare to rush forward to disturb him, and wanted to go to the hall again.

While thinking that there would be no one to ask what was going on, just as Shen Yunjia came out of the kitchen with the dishes, she gave her a wink and asked her: Why is he here?

Shen Yunjia shrugged: Ask your dad.

I wanted to frown: That's your husband!

Shen Yunjia pretended not to understand, put down the dishes and went back to the kitchen.

While thinking: "..."

When Chen Wentong turned around, he saw Shen Yunjia put down his things and walked back without saying a word, and said dissatisfiedly: "It's not finished yet? I don't know how to work, Xiaoxiang must be hungry after school, but you Hurry up!"

That tone was as if he was talking to a servant, and he was still so rude to Shen Yunjia, bossy and arrogant.

Turning around, I wanted to sit on the sofa again, and said: "Our uncle and nephew haven't seen each other for a long time. Taking advantage of the Mid-Autumn Festival tonight, your mother left early, and grandpa and grandma are not lucky enough to enjoy the blessings. Now Only the two of us are the closest!"

While thinking about it, he frowned almost invisible.

Who does he kiss depends on his arrangement?Besides, even if he has no blood relationship with Shen Yunjia, he still has a biological father!Which round will Chen Wentong come to be "closest" to him! ?

Chen Wentong stuffed a cigarette into his hand familiarly, pointed to the two gift boxes on the table and said: "This is a good thing brought by me, uncle, let's have a drink with your father tonight! "

He was about to put the cigarette on the tea table, but refused him with actions. When Chen Wentong saw it, he gave a meaningful "oh" and winked at him.

"I'm afraid your dad will see—" He thought about the "little secret" between him and him, and suddenly smiled knowingly, pointing at him, "Don't worry, uncle promises to keep it secret for you!"

While thinking: "..." He really doesn't want to have a "secret" with this person at all.

He pondered for a while. The sentence in Chen Wentong's case was pronounced around June of the national calendar, which is a little more than three months from now. The report at the time did not specify how many years Chen Wentong himself had been, but it was inferred that he would not be able to escape for at least two years.

Don't think about it, his dad must be behind it.

Because Chen Wentong is the only remaining fruit of the Chen family, if something happens, the Chen family will really fall into ruin.

He thought of Zhang Hongkuan's father's words for no reason, and immediately became agitated.

"You have guests at home."

The nature of this dormitory complex is special, not just any visitor can come in and hang out. Usually, any relatives who come here have to register at the security office in a serious manner. While trying to make friends with Yu Jinle High School, more than a year has passed, and there is also no I have been to his house, firstly because I want to keep a low profile, and secondly because he intends to keep a distance - there are too many people like Wang Zhichao's parents who took advantage of his loopholes and hooked up with his father. Now that he has figured out his joints, he hides them carefully, fearing that one day his relationship with Yu Jinle will become like that with Wang Zhichao, full of flattery and calculations.

But no matter what, the entire dormitory complex has a total of three or four hundred households in charge. As long as they don't run here every now and then, no one will pay attention to whose relatives or friends.

But Zhang Hongkuan's father recognized Chen Wentong.

Chen Wentong was a notorious second-generation ancestor before, but now he is a notorious suspected murderer.

It's really okay for this kind of person to come in and out of Bian's house and be recognized by others?What did his father think?

While thinking about it, he looked at Chen Wentong calmly. Leaving aside his personal preference to dress in a casual manner, he is not very honest, as can be seen from his attitude towards Shen Yunjia just now.

Difficulty moving.

It's not too late after six o'clock, but after several hours of digestion for lunch, the stomach is indeed empty. In addition, it is the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the preparation of the reunion dinner is much more complicated than usual. Shen Yunjia is in the kitchen. She has always been a master who knows how to toss, and she is busy spinning a spinning top with her hands in the kitchen alone, and a few hours is not enough for her to spin it.

After thinking about sitting for a while, I reckoned that I was going to help in the kitchen.

I don't know how to cook, so I can help to set up dishes and chopsticks anyway.

As soon as he got up, Chen Wentong stopped him, "Where are you going? Just stay here to chat with uncle, and tell him what he has been up to recently!"

Thinking about the smile on his face as if it was imprinted with a mold, the angle of the crack at the corner of the mouth was precisely fixed at fifteen degrees, not a single tooth was exposed, and there was not even a hint of a smile in his eyes. There was also a hint of coldness in his tone: "Uncle, sit down first, and I'll get you a glass of water."

It's a pity that Chen Wentong didn't notice it at all, and even rejoiced at his nephew's thoughtfulness, and then complained about Shen Yunjia: "As expected of a nephew, she is so considerate, she doesn't look like that provincial woman, she has no manners, look! Woman, I've been sitting for a long time and I still haven't got half a glass of water, don't go, just ask her to bring it!"

Bian Zhenhua was at home, but he really didn't have the guts to shout at Shen Yunjia. Now seeing his nephew handing over such a ladder, he hurriedly stepped on it without doing anything.

Thinking about it, I have always been puzzled by his mysterious sense of superiority.

"Xiaoxiang, my uncle told you that if you want to marry a wife in the future, you have to find a wife from this side of the city. The women here are all virtuous and graceful. The most important thing is to be obedient. If you let them go east, they will never go west! To be a man is to be the leader at home, and they have to serve you so that you are comfortable!"

Oh, it's still a big sand pig.

After thinking for a while, he laughed: "Uncle, the kind you mentioned is probably more suitable for a local like you. My household registration is still in Quancheng, and I am also a boy from other provinces. Since I can't match it, I don't care It's mixed, and I'm a person who always likes to challenge myself, even if I choose a partner in the future, I have to have a temper, which is enough!"

I don't know where his eyes are from the woman from the province who keeps talking. In this big room, besides the "woman from the province" Shen Yunjia, there are also two "men from the province" who are Bian's father and son. I don't know who he looks down on!

If it were him who had been smoothed by life after a few years, he would certainly not have thrown his ugly words out like this, but right now he is showing off his vigor and sharpness, and he doesn't have a good impression of Chen Wentong at all, so he doesn't bother at all. To save face, the natural attitude is simple and rude.

Chen Wentong was choked for a moment, and pointed at him "you" for a long time, but "you" didn't say anything.

After thinking about it, I didn't bother to talk to him anymore, and went directly to the kitchen to help.

This kind of idiot doesn't know how persevering his father is to always want to save him.

The small casserole on the fire was steaming, and Shen Yunjia turned around to peel the garlic cloves. When she turned her head, she saw her own brat tiptoeing to steal the pot and ate it. She said "Oops" and slapped her Thinking over his shoulder, "Why did you come in and eat you! Hurry up and accompany your uncle!"

Thinking that he was pinching a small piece of beef brisket so hot that his teeth were grinning, but he almost threw his face into the casserole for a stew when he was slapped by that slap.

"It's not enough for you to starve your husband's son to death, do you still want to stew him!!" Turning around and saying angrily, he still didn't forget to put the beef brisket in his mouth, he would rather burn it to death than let it go.

"It's just stewing for dinner tonight~" Shen Yunjia waved his hand nonchalantly, "Go, put the bowls and chopsticks, or you will be stewed in the pot right away!"

"Damn! Where's your conscience?" What about the promised mother, kindness and filial piety?

Shen Yunjia chopped the garlic cloves loudly, without raising his head, and said, "I'm chopping it, and I'll give it to you father and son for dinner!"

While thinking: "..."

There was a faint voice coming from outside. It should be that Bian Zhenhua came out of the study. He wanted to listen for a while, but he heard nothing but some fragmentary words without practical meaning.

He pursed his lips and "hush" to Shen Yunjia a few times, and asked in a low nasal voice, "Why is he here? I thought he wouldn't want to show up in two or three years!"

"I don't know, what are you doing so much, let me put you on the table and chopsticks!"

"No, I remember when the old man said that he would teach him the lesson he deserved!" He still clearly remembered what his father said from the bottom of his heart at that time.

Shen Yunjia wiped the minced garlic with a kitchen knife and put it into the sauce dish, and added soy sauce, "Can the young master of the Chen family be compared with ordinary people? He also squatted for two or three months, and he treated others just because of his relationship and begged grandpa to tell him." Grandma can't even ask for it, but it's different for Young Master Chen. How could he have suffered such a crime? Of course it can be regarded as a lesson! Young man, you are still too young to see the essence of the matter—"

The young man was trying to carry a few empty bowls around the kitchen, "Does that mean he has learned his lesson?"

"Ouch!" The kitchen space is small, and Shen Yunjia was dizzy by his turn, wishing to throw him out quickly: "Such gossip, in the future tell your father to let you develop in the neighborhood committee, just chat with the neighbors every day, and solve the problems of the neighbors." Contradictions develop and the community is harmonious. It’s okay to be a small policeman, and you can save cats and dogs and help orphans. Anyway, they are all civil servants, and you will receive the pennant every year!”

While thinking about it again: "..." What's the matter with this disgusting tone?

In fact, Bian’s family does not serve seafood hot pot during the New Year’s reunion dinner like most of the locals do. The only difference between the dishes on the table is that Shen Yunjia adds one or two dishes For the dishes that take time to stew, Dad Bian can't help himself in the Jianghu, especially during this New Year's Eve, he has been having dinners and dinners without interruption since about a month ago, which is more complicated than big fish and big meat At home, he prefers to drink a bowl of porridge with pickles to clear his appetite.

Chen Wentong is the only relative of the Bian family in the city, and the only son has nowhere to go. It is reasonable to live together in this kind of family reunion, but he doesn't follow the right path, and prefers to hang out with a bunch of cronies , very disdainful of such festival traditions.

Although Dad Bian had to come forward to protect him and help him clean up all kinds of irritating messes due to various concerns, but there is a half-grown boy in the family who is most likely to be incited and provoked, and he must always pay attention to him. Chen Wentong kept his distance so as not to affect his children.

Come and go, this is the first time for Chen Wentong to eat at the same table with his family in this kind of orthodox festival. No wonder he was shocked when he saw it.

Chen Wentong came out a few days before the Mid-Autumn Festival. When Bian Zhenhua received his call, he thought that he should know how to restrain himself after the last lesson. He stretched out an olive branch and asked him to come and have a reunion dinner together.

The person was called by Bian Zhenhua, so naturally he had to come to greet him. He told Shen Yunjia in advance to prepare a rich table of dishes and brought out the wine from his collection. It is very flattering to have a drink with him.

The author has something to say:

--, the temperature dropped last week, and my willpower was not firm. I got into bed early at night for a whole week. It was not until the arrival of the warm feet today that I sat in front of the computer to code at night-and at the same time, I was horrified to find the manuscript There are less than ten chapters left, which is terrible. . .