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The sun is fading, and the aroma of the food is strong.

Fu Jingmeng went downstairs and saw Nian Nian learning how to cook with Aunt Wang in the kitchen.

As soon as the lid of the pot was lifted, there was a vast expanse of white steam, which was exhausted with his hands, revealing the delicious mandarin fish that had just been cooked.

Seeing Fu Jingmeng coming out, Nian Nian ran over and hugged his arm: "Auntie is messing with the TV, I don't quite understand it, go and see."

Fu Jingmeng walked into the living room, Huang Liping was wearing reading glasses, and was seriously reading the instruction manual covered in densely packed small characters. The TV indicator light was on, but the screen was black.

"Let me see." Fu Jingmeng stretched out his hand.

Huang Liping raised her head, and handed over the instruction manual together with the remote control, showing a cautious look when asking for help from outsiders: "I found someone to install a new set-top box a year ago. I learned it at the time, but now I forget it."

One more sentence at the end.

"Getting older."

The underlying meaning seems to be "don't think mother is troublesome", Fu Jingmeng felt like a needle pricked her heart, and lowered her eyes to concentrate on playing with the remote control.

Fortunately, the TV was repaired just before the food was served, and there was some background sound so that it would not be too embarrassing while eating. Fu Jingmeng breathed a sigh of relief, and looked up to see Huang Liping supporting Fu Cen downstairs.

The wooden chair was always too hard, Nian Nian brought a cushion over to Fu Cen, and the two got very close for a while, Fu Cen frowned.

The lion's territory was approached by a small animal he didn't like. Fu Jingmeng thought that he was going to lose his temper, and was about to pull Nian Nian behind him, but Fu Cen reached out and ordered the food in front of him: "What are you doing with the mandarin fish in front of me?" , I can’t eat it anymore, so I put it in front of the children.”

Nian Nian turned his head and smiled at Fu Jingmeng, and whispered in his ear: "Uncle loves me so much because of you."

Fu Cen couldn't eat too hard food yet, so he specially made porridge for him, and his face turned rosy amidst the steaming heat.

Fu Jingmeng was cautious, and only picked up the broccoli in front of him. Nian Nian picked up a piece of fish with chopsticks, and then bowed his head and only ate the fish with chopsticks.

"I want to eat broccoli." Fu Cen said bluntly, "Change the dish."

Huang Liping understood, got up and put the braised pork ribs in front of Fu Jingmeng, and removed the broccoli.

At the end of the dinner, Aunt Wang brought up the Lantern Festival, each of which was delicately rolled, with golden osmanthus floating on the fluffy soup.

Fu Cen didn't like sweets, but he was rarely in high spirits, so he also ate a bowl.

But after all, I had just undergone surgery, and my intestines and stomach were relatively fragile. After meals, I started to have abdominal pain, and I vomited in the bathroom.

When he vomits, it will inevitably affect the wound. Fu Jingmeng saw that his forehead was sweating and the pain was unbearable, so he helped him carefully wipe off the vomit, rinsed his mouth with water, and covered his stomach with a warm water bag.Fu Cen wanted to push him away, but it was obvious that he didn't show much disgust in the face of the sour vomit, and took good care of him, so he restrained his strength again.

After tossing and tossing all night, he finally got better, Fu Jingmeng turned off the light for him, and just when the pointer passed zero, bright neon fireworks suddenly rose outside the window.

The celebration of the New Year intensifies before the curtain comes to an end.

A father and a son turned their heads to look outside, the silence was lit by fireworks, and they were inexplicably drawn into the celebration team.

Fu Jingmeng's eyes were hot, and his heart was also hot, and he said "Happy New Year" by accident.

I said it and regretted it, I was afraid that I was infected by the atmosphere and made myself sentimental.

Fu Cen on the bed was silent, and stingyly refused to give even the exact same four characters.

Fu Jingmeng grinned silently at herself, closed the curtains and turned to go out.

"Whatever you want." Fu Cen suddenly said behind him, "Just go home and visit your mother often."

The father always pushes the mother out to cover up his thoughts that he wants to cover up.

Fu Jingmeng was stunned, and subconsciously let out an "um", and only after closing the door and leaning his back firmly against the door panel did he really realize what he had just heard.

He had imagined countless times what it would be like to step into this home again.

There is bound to be a reckoning, venting thoughts, and complaining about grievances, but now, on the edge of life and death, when I really stand in front of my parents, I have completely lost these thoughts.

It's not even considered a subjugation without a fight, he didn't even want to win or lose.

In the eyes of others, his father seemed to have got his wish when he backed down.But in reality, everyone suffered, and no one survived unscathed, and no one was truly unscathed.

He wasn't ecstatic, but he felt a sense of relief, for himself, for Fu Cen, and for Huang Liping. As Fei Nan said, they experienced a long period of resistance, influence, and change, and finally, they embraced each other while seeking common ground while reserving differences.

Fortunately, it is not too late, fortunately, God gave each other a chance.He couldn't help being grateful.

She stayed in her own room that night and didn't take a good shower for several days. Nian Nian took half an hour to wash before she came out with water still dripping from her hair, saying that she couldn't find a hair dryer.

Fu Jingmeng grabbed the man and pressed him on the chair to blow-dry his hair. The wet hair at his fingertips gradually became tangled and soft under the hot wind. The gentle wind evaporated the fragrance of the shampoo, which was the fragrance of gardenia.

"Have you had enough for dinner?"

Nian Nian nodded, and the moment he lifted his chin, his fair and slender neck was revealed.

"I can't be fuller." Nian Nian put Fu Jingmeng's hand holding the hair dryer on his abdomen, "Touch it, it's round,"

The fingertips moved, and the skin under the pajamas was full, soft and warm, like a small stove.

"Brother, you don't eat much." Nian Nian stood up impatiently from the chair, and combed his half-dry chestnut hair twice with his fingers. Get you something to eat."

Fu Jingmeng wanted to stop him from playing for a while.

"It's almost done." Nian Nian turned around and walked to the hanger, and took out the pocket of the pants he was wearing just now. He bit his lower lip and rolled his eyes, making Fu Jingmeng feel that the pocket was not ordinary, more like a doraemon's pocket.

Hearing the crisp sound of the keys and the phone colliding, he quickly took out his hand, and there was a handful of white pistachios lying in his palm.

Fu Jingmeng recognized that it was from the dried fruit tray in the living room downstairs, and burst out laughing.

"I don't seem to have eaten it before. This is really delicious. Once I eat it, I can't stop."

"Blame me." Fu Jing dreamed for a while, and it seemed that he had never bought pistachios for him. "There are not enough good things for you to eat."

"I will take you to eat a lot of delicious food in the future."

He took a step closer, but didn't intend to reach out to take it.

Nian Nian asked, "Brother, won't you eat?"

"Don't eat."

"Then what if you're not full?"

Fu Jingmeng hugged the other person's warm body into his arms, pressed the back of his head, rubbed the tip of his nose against the tip of his nose, and murmured to him the obvious answer: "Eat you."

Due to the natural understanding between the couple, the palms subconsciously clenched, the pistachio was covered by fingers, Nian Nian closed his eyes, and a soft kiss fell.

This kiss is different from the past, without too much desire, it only conveys a feeling of peace of mind, like comforting each other.

"My parents have accepted me to make music." Fu Jingmeng left Niannian's pale pink lips slightly, and pecked again, and there was a sense of unreality like a dream when he said it.Sometimes he even feels that the appearance of Nian Nian is unreal. The love and warmth he brings breaks the ice in his world and makes him go from having nothing to having everything.

"They also let me have more time to take you home."

"They accepted me, didn't they?" Nian Nian raised his head, his forehead hair twitched and his eyelids twitched, and Fu Jingmeng pulled away, revealing a pair of clear eyes full of anticipation.

Fu Jingmeng gave him an affirmative answer: "You are so nice, how could anyone not like you."

"That's great." Nian Nian let out a sigh of relief, exhausting all the worries of the past few days.There was too much fulfillment in this house for his liking.

"Well, that's good."

After the beginning of spring, Fu Jingmeng completely stopped taking the medicine under the guidance of the doctor, and then devoted himself to his work. The songs he sold in the previous year were released one after another, and the response was great. There were a lot more years ago, and I often flew in other places.

When the schedule is not full, he will bring Nian Nian with him, and the two of them will have a taste of delicious food in other places, but when the schedule is full, it is not convenient to bring others.

This time, Fu Jingmeng went abroad on a business trip, not to mention the jet lag, and almost changed places every day. Nian Nian stayed at home and did not follow him. It was agreed that if he really missed him, he would make a video call to Fu Jingmeng.

Nian Nian calculated that it was about ten o'clock in the evening on the other side's side, and he should have no work, so he called.No one answered the first ring for a long time, and Fu Jingmeng didn't answer until the second time.

The video changed from dark to bright. Nian Nian was lying prone on the bed, watching Fu Jingmeng's skin was covered with water droplets, and only a bath towel was wrapped around his lower body.

"Are foreign little wild cats more sexy?" Nian Nian puffed his cheeks and pretended to be angry that it took him so long to connect.

"The moon is round in the country, and cats are domestic incense." Fu Jingmeng laughed softly, her voice was a little tired: "I just took a shower, and I didn't receive it."

"Okay." Nian Nian turned over, "Forgive brother. How's the weather over there?"

"It's okay, the temperature has cooled down a little these days."

"I always feel very hot these days." Nian Nian complained, the quilt was wrapped around his body, and he threw it away in disgust.

Fu Jingmeng opened the app to check the domestic weather, and it seemed that it hadn't changed much since before he went abroad.It is the best early spring, and the willow leaves have just sprouted, so how hot can it be?

"Did you have a fever?" Fu Jingmeng leaned closer to the screen, and the camera shook from top to bottom, "Can you find the medicine box? Under the TV cabinet, find a thermometer..."

"No, it's not a fever, but it's just..." Nian Nian saw Fu Jingmeng's firm, wheat-colored belly when the camera was shaking, and then it was hidden in the towel, with a vaguely undulating outline.

Nian Nian unconsciously licked her dry lips.

It's getting hotter.