The love of rebirth of a wealthy family Guan Fengyue

51.Meaning towering.

After paying homage to Guo's teacher, Hou Jia's life seems to be on the right track.After throwing away many past achievements, he began to pay more attention to the present life.

And so far, the most important thing for him is to hone his touch.After returning from Myanmar, he also bought some medium-quality rough stones, which are suitable for making a few small pieces for practice.

So, the days of waiting began to get busy.Except for the normal daily classes, he spends almost all of his time carving jade pieces.Occasionally, I would go back to the Hou family's old house to have a meal with my brother, and help the old housekeeper tidy up the yard and so on.And as time went by, the old housekeeper seemed to hesitate to speak several times.

Hou Yan shook his head, and smiled slyly at the old housekeeper.

He probably knew what the old housekeeper was struggling with.What they are looking forward to together is the arrival of a day.On the calendar placed on his desk, there is a day circled by a red marker pen, with "brother's birthday" written in small characters next to it.

The fifth day of the eighth lunar month is Hou Qi's birthday.Hou Yan knew that his elder brother was not an exaggeration to say that he was arrogant sometimes.He obviously cared deeply in his heart, but there was a calm expression on his face.However, if Hou Yan really forgot, I'm afraid my brother will still be... very disappointed if he doesn't say anything.

Hou Yan has never received love and care, so it is doomed, if he gets it, he will cherish it more than ordinary people.Hou Qi is a rare blood relative in his past and present life. He came from another life. Although he is not familiar with Hou Qi, he quickly became warm to each other.

Because they are brothers, blood relatives are integrated into the flesh and blood, engraved in the bone marrow, and cannot be separated.

On the night of the fourth day of August, Hou Li was still carving unfinished pendants in his apartment.After a long time, he rubbed his sore wrist, put down the carving knife in his hand, turned around and went to the bathroom to wash off the emerald fines on his fingers.

After washing his face casually, Hou Yan turned around and left the bathroom, still sat down at the table.

Otaku always have some bad habits, such as keeping things close at hand.And the hands of the otaku are nothing more than the table and the bed.Patting casually on the pile of sundries on the table with his pure white hands, Hou Yan found the box of hand cream that Li Siheng had prepared for him without fail.

In fact, Hou Yan is not very used to the sticky touch of hand cream, but as the most precious hand of a jade carver, he must protect it carefully.Fortunately, the bottle that Li Siheng gave him was relatively light in texture and had no smell. After applying it and fanning it a few times, the sticky feeling could be completely eliminated.

Rub the hand cream in the palm of your hand to warm it up, then clasp your hands and rub together.After carefully rubbing every detail of his hands, Hou Li sat on the seat and leaned back, habitually staring blankly for a while.

Waiting until Hou Jia's hands were dry, he sat up abruptly, and then opened the first drawer of the desk.There is a small wooden gift box inside, only the size of a palm, but the carvings on it are extremely delicate.However, under the exquisiteness, there is a kind of elegant atmosphere, which is completely different from Hou Jia's style.

Hou Yan held the box in the palm of his hand, and unconsciously traced the lines on it with his fingers.This was specially carved by Li Siheng after he heard that he was looking for a gift box.The material was high-quality sandalwood, and the pattern was drawn by Hou Jia with a line pen. After Li Siheng carved it, the two of them specially found a professional master to polish and paint it.

That was the first time Hou Yan saw Li Si move the carving knife horizontally.Before that, he always felt that the man's hands were only suitable for holding knives and guns.But in an instant, Hou Yan was amused by his previous thoughts.The Li family is a family of jade carvings, and Li Siheng is the heir of the Li family, even if his skills are not superb, but if he has never dabbled in it, no one will believe it.

He will always remember that day, when he was sitting next to Li Siheng, and the man was holding the cut sandalwood in his hand, with patterns that Hou Jia had sketched on it.The moment Li Siheng grasped the carving knife, Hou Yan suddenly felt hit by something.

In Li Siheng's eyes, he may not have a fanatical love for jade carving, but he is persistent and gentle.Hou Yan never thought tenderness was a kind of strength, but at that moment, he was overwhelmed by this tenderness.

Li Siheng always had a gentleness of resignation.It's not self-defeating, but the so-called "heaven's way is to bear it."He has never been cynical, on the contrary, for what fate bestows on him, no matter whether it is sweet or bitter, whether it is joy or surprise, his final choice is to accept.

Not only to accept, but also to work hard to do well.

Afterwards, what really moved my heart might be the gentleness that Li Siheng showed from his steady wrist, strong fingers, and resolute eyebrows when he held the carving knife in his hand.

The fingertips brushed the sandalwood box lightly, and pressed lightly on a hidden button, and the wooden box popped open with a thud.There is a ring inside, with simple and elegant inlays, and the blue water jadeite ring face on it seems to imprison a spring of ice.

Ambilight.

It was the first rough stone that Hou Yan unearthed, a very small piece of blue water jadeite, with only a cigarette holder and a ring surface.The cigarette holder had already been given to Li Siheng, and the ring carefully inlaid by Shen Yi was properly kept by Hou Yan.

Many years later, Hou Jia would occasionally think of that tired and hot afternoon in a foreign country, and think of the man in the quaint Chinese courtyard carefully fiddle with the gold, silver and jewels in his hands.Occasionally, he would think of the night in his previous life, the person who forcibly grabbed his own neck and drank himself two glasses of wine.

The figures of the two finally overlapped and turned into Shen Yi's appearance.There will still be a moment of trance, wondering whether the man who met in Burma later, who seemed to have the moisture of the south of the Yangtze River, and the man with the smirk at the beginning are the same person.But in the end, Hou Jia found the answer on the Buddhist beads on Shen Yi's wrist.

——No one can still live dissolutely after carrying a heavy life.Even if it was because I didn't kill Boren, Boren died because of me.

Taking out the ring from the box, Hou Yan put it on his finger casually.

The ring is Hou Qi's model, it is a bit too big for Hou Jia, and it can be rotated when worn on the index finger.Hou Jia raised the ring to his eyes, carefully studied the craftsmanship of the teacher, and finally sighed softly.

The inheritance of the Shen family is already at its peak, and the inlay of this ring is completely perfect, without a single flaw.But looking back on himself, as the successor of another branch of the master's sect, even his skills in the previous life are still somewhat different, not to mention that he came from another life in this life, and all the skills were brought by the previous life, which is almost a castle in the air.

There was a moment of depression in my heart.However, Hou Yan seemed to be particularly good at comforting himself, sighed softly, took off the ring on his hand, and carefully put it in the box.

Many things in this world cannot wait for tomorrow.However, even with this cruel time, there are still many things in this time that will last forever.

He is the only one, and the glory of this life has just begun.Shen Yi is better than him because he has already walked more than half of his journey, as long as he walks step by step, he can go a long way.As for Hou Yan himself, his life has many variables, but it also provides infinite possibilities.

Hou Yan had a premonition that he would eventually walk the path that his master had walked, and would eventually open up places that they had never set foot in.Maybe it is not enough to touch the people who come later, but it is his own life without bloodshed.

Putting the fastened box beside the pillow, Hou Yan rubbed his sore eyes, and then quietly fell asleep.

This time, he slept extremely soundly and peacefully, and when he woke up, he had already missed the time for breakfast.Hou Yan was not in a hurry, because according to the usual practice, the birthday of the president of the Hou family would inevitably be reduced to a social occasion, and the banquet at noon was also used by Hou Xing to entertain people with business contacts.In Hou's house, the real birthday celebration with the family is held at night.

After washing up, Hou Yan casually put on a tracksuit and went out.These days he is staying at home, and there is not much food in the house.While he still has time, he plans to go shopping in the nearby large supermarket and have lunch at a restaurant outside the community.

When going out, Hou Jia meets an unexpected person.

The blond man in front of him is the type that is easy to attract attention, but he seems to blend himself into the surrounding air, like a wine of just the right age, low-key and restrained but fragrant.

And Hou Yan was stunned for a moment before he recognized that this was his new sculpture teacher.Moreover, he was surprised to find that this sculpture teacher seemed to be his new neighbor.

"Good day, master." Leonkers rarely wore a shirt.However, the cotton T-shirt seemed to be a bit formal by him.He smiled at Hou Yan, bowed his head slightly calmly.

Hou Yan, however, seemed to be intimidated by his solemn etiquette, and hurriedly took two steps back before bowing at ninety degrees, "Hello, teacher." Now his attitude towards Leonkers is somewhat different, and it has almost completely changed into a A natural respect for teachers.

Bending at ninety degrees, he was as serious and persistent as a primary school student.

Leonkers silently touched his forehead.He had always known that his chosen master was very different from the others.According to the tradition of the Leonkers family, the deeds of each deacon and master will be speculated like a textbook for future generations.And Leonkers searched all the family codes, but there is no experience to follow.

He knew that before his young master became the young master of the Hou family, although his status was noble enough, he ended up living in the market.And after becoming the young master of the Hou family, he didn't change his temperament.His young master has always been noble without knowing it, and even, he is not used to the reverence of others.

And the blood flowing in the veins made Leonkers feel an urge to worship every time he got close to Hou Jia, and the humbleness of wanting to kneel down and kiss his toes made Hou Jia terrified.

Therefore, Leonkers is also looking for a breakthrough.He needs to choose the most suitable one among the many relationships with anyone, and then maintain it for a long time, and through this, he has been waiting by Li's side for a long time.

The attempt to become a teacher backfired somewhat.So Leonkers bought the opposite door of Hou Li's apartment and started a new experiment.

Blinking to hide the complexity in his eyes, Leonkers smiled at Hou Jia, and asked as if chatting, "Do you want to go shopping?"

"En." Hou Yan nodded, looked up and down Leonkers's different light clothing, and guessed, "Is the teacher going too?"

Leonkers showed a delighted expression just right, "Great, I'm not very familiar with this area yet, it just so happens that you... can you take me to see the way?"

"Oh yes, the teacher is new here." Hou Yan patted his forehead, and pushed the anti-theft door behind him, "Success, I'm familiar with this area. Teacher, you can ask me anything you want to know."

Leonkers nodded with a smile, and the two walked up the elevator one after the other.

There was a smile in his eyes, and Leonkers raised the corner of his mouth slightly.Perhaps, becoming the young master's teacher...is not as bad as imagined?

With a sound of "ding dong", the elevator door opened.

The author has something to say: The elevator door opened...

It seems to be the prelude to catching rape ╮(╯▽╰)╭