Dead after eight years [rebirth]

Aunt Hu not only took people to tidy up here, but also stuffed the refrigerator full of food, which can be eaten with a microwave.

Cheng Shuibei and the others had a simple dinner and prepared to rest.

Cheng Zhacha was not familiar with this place, at first he whined, Cheng Shuibei took half an hour to comfort him.

Its nest was still placed in Cheng Nan's room, because Zhang Ci'an had consciously packed up the bedding and made up the floor, and there was no place for the puppy to rest in the master bedroom.

Cheng Shuibei smiled and watched him get busy, and when Professor Zhang was about to lie down and rest, he hooked the belt of his nightgown and pulled him onto the bed.

"Just lay on the floor and put on a show. The relationship between husband and wife has not broken down. I really want to sleep in a separate bed with me." Cheng Shuibei's legs were wrapped around Professor Zhang's waist and he refused to let go, and his hands were messing around behind him. Nothing to do.

Zhang Ci'an had to wait for him to have a good time before wrapping him in his arms: "Xiao Bei, keep your voice down, Chi Chi fell asleep."

The point is not that Chacha fell asleep, but that Cheng Nan was next door and could open the door to come in at any time, and then saw his guardian and his respected brother lying on the same bed and kissing me.

Cheng Shuibei had no choice but to lie in his arms obediently, with his hands folded on top of Zhang Ci'an's arms that were embracing him.

"Zhang Ci'an, can I not go back with you to meet the parents tomorrow?"

He was still a little apprehensive, and he didn't want to see Aunt Dou, whom he respected so much, look surprised and disappointed.

Abducting someone else's son is indeed unethical.

"Why, Xiaobei, don't you want to face it with me?" Zhang Ci'an pressed his head on his lover's shoulder, and his voice was muffled.

"Because I'm not ready yet," Cheng Shuibei kissed his palm, "Brother Ci, give me some time, and I'll go back with you when I'm ready. Tomorrow, I want to see the little monkey first." and grandma."

He didn't tell his little follower when he came back. It was too late when he got home, and the Nanbei Bookstore had already closed, and he didn't know if the business was good now.

Zhang Ci'an was silent for a moment, and kissed him on the shoulder.

"Okay. You don't have to worry too much. I will accompany you in everything."

The two fell into dreams with their own thoughts.

Early the next morning, Zhang Ci'an took Cheng Nan to the east of the city, and Cheng Shuibei walked slowly to the South and North Bookstore at the entrance of the community to look for the little monkey.

When Cheng Shuibei entered, there was no one in the store, and the boss didn't know where he went.

Just as he was about to call Little Monkey, a student came and wanted to buy books, so Cheng Shuibei had to work part-time as a cashier and take care of things for Boss Hou.

After waiting for a long time, the little monkey came back slowly.

"Who are you, what are you doing behind the counter—Brother Bei?! When did you come back, why didn't you tell me that I can pick you up!"

The little monkey entered the door and saw someone at the counter. He thought that a student had come in to make trouble, but before he got angry, he saw that it was an old acquaintance. He was so surprised and happy that he almost jumped up.

Cheng Shuibei patted the back of his head with a smile: "Where are you going crazy, the store is gone!"

The little monkey smiled shyly.

"I went out to help people with some errands. I didn't go far. It was at the intersection—by the way, grandma is upstairs. I'll take you up there!"

The little monkey seemed to have lost weight in the past two years, and he dragged Cheng Shuibei up the stairs at a fast pace, reaching the second floor in just a few steps.

When Cheng Shuibei was there, the second floor of Nanbei Bookstore was a resting and reading area, but now it is very different.

A pink floral curtain was hung at the entrance on the second floor, and Cheng Shuibei could smell the aroma of rice through the curtain.

The curtain was lifted, and the huge second floor was divided into two rooms, with beds placed in the inner room and the outer room, and Grandma Hou was cooking on the small stove at the entrance of the outer room.

The little monkey scratched his head: "The rent in the west of the city is due, and grandma didn't want me to run around, so she changed the second floor into a place to live. It's a bit crowded, but it's okay."

"Xiaobei? You're back, go and sit down, the meal will be ready soon." Grandma Hou saw Cheng Shuibei, waved the spatula happily, and took Cheng Shuibei to go inside to cook.

Xiao Cheng happily greeted grandma, and then sat down at the small table by the window.

"Hou Chuang." Cheng Shuibei called to stop the little monkey who was about to go downstairs.

He usually doesn't call the little monkey by his first name, so when he called it that way, the little monkey was taken aback for a moment, thinking that there was something important, and ran over in a hurry.

"What's the matter, Brother Bei?"

"You and grandma can't live here. I'm not being stingy, it's not in compliance with the fire code." Cheng Shuibei reminded.

Cheng Shuibei is the most sensitive to this kind of thing after being under the influence of a professor of fire science for so long.

The upstairs is not a place for people to live for a long time, not to mention that the downstairs is full of books. It is really dangerous for grandma to light a fire and cook here.

"I spent so much money installing a fire alarm system, and you removed the smoke alarm?"

Cheng Shuibei looked at the corner of the wall, and the detection head with the flashing red light was no longer there.

The little monkey knew he had done something wrong, and lowered his head in shame: "It kept ringing while grandma was cooking, so I took it down, but Brother Bei, I didn't throw it away, and kept it in the cabinet."

"Is this a question of whether to throw it or not, Hou Chuang, what if grandma is cooking and sparks splash on the book and catch fire? This is the second floor, and there is a sea of ​​fire below, how will she escape?!"

Will he also be burned to death in the sea of ​​fire?

Cheng Shuibei was a little angry, but still tried his best to keep his voice down, not wanting grandma to hear him.

"Understood, Brother Bei, I'll look for a house later." The little monkey realized the seriousness of the matter and agreed repeatedly.

Seeing that the little monkey realized his mistake, Cheng Shuibei suppressed his anger, thinking that it seemed inappropriate for his little follower to give him a bad meal when they reunited after a long absence, so he slightly softened his expression and tone. "How about this, you and grandma live in Cheng's small courtyard, I bought it there, no one will drive you away, live as long as you want, save the rent to buy a car, you drive Back and forth, grandma will always be at ease."

He couldn't ignore other people's affairs, especially the little monkey who was rescued from the sea of ​​fire by himself. Since Cheng's small courtyard was empty, Cheng Shuibei thought, Dad would be willing to let him use it to help other people of.

Little Monkey didn't expect his brother Bei to go to a big city and talk so confidently. He bought a yard as soon as he said it. He was so happy that he hurried to discuss with his grandma before moving back to the west of the city.

Grandma Hou didn't agree at first, but Cheng Shuibei insisted that they live in a safer place, and said that he would lend the little monkey a sum of money to buy a scooter, which dispelled the old man's worries about his grandson going in the wind and rain .

Cheng Shuibei had nothing to do anyway, so he stayed for breakfast after being persuaded by grandma's kindness, and went home on the way to get the key to Cheng's small courtyard, and went to help others with the moving.

Zhang Ci'an brought people to the east of the city, and first asked his elder brother to put Chacha at their house to play with Niu Niu, and then let Cheng Nan go to Shao's house——Cheng Shuibei has a clear love and hate, Cheng Chacha is after his surname, so he can't go Shao's.

Aunt Hu was planning to send Niu Niu to a pet shop for care, when Chicha came, she drove the two puppies away, Zhang Zong was not at home, only Zhang Ci'an, Dou Shuyi and three garden craftsmen were left at home.

"Mom, are you free? I want to chat with you." Zhang Ci'an brought the coffee to the fireplace and handed it to his mother who was reading the fashion magazine of the season.

Ms. Dou looked at her son, who had nothing to do and was so courteous, and had an ominous premonition. "What's the matter, let's talk about it. If it's about money, you don't need to mention it. Your father has already sent you the money. What's more, I heard that you rented out Yunan's villa. Or do you want to buy a car?" A little sports car?"

"No, two cars are enough for me, so I don't need to buy any more." Zhang Ci'an replied.

Dou Shuyi really couldn't figure out why her son suddenly wanted to talk so seriously, she looked carefully at Zhang Ci'an's outfit, and suddenly became curious: "Xiao Ci, what brand is this sweater on you, I don't seem to have seen you wear it. "

Under Professor Zhang's overcoat is a red, tacky sweater, but it doesn't look so tacky on him, as if it's because of his style.

"It's not a brand name, I bought it in a mall." Zhang Ci'an replied.

Years ago, there was a big clearance in the clothing and hat area of ​​the shopping mall, and there were three pieces for 100 yuan. He accompanied Cheng Shuibei to go shopping, and when he returned home, he carried a pile of clothes, including this red sweater.

Dou Shuyi became alert. Zhang Ci'an's clothes were rarely bought in stores, because her son only loved black, white and gray since he was a child, and all his clothes were custom-made.

Zhang Ci'an was willing to go to the mall to buy something, but what did he buy? A bright red sweater?

"Xiaoci, are you in a relationship?"

Dou Shuyi was a little excited, could it be that her son went shopping with his girlfriend to buy clothes?

Zhang Ci'an lowered his head slightly upon hearing the sound, and acquiesced.

Sure enough, Dou Shuyi knew that it was impossible for her stuffy son to go shopping by himself.She is very happy, happy that her son has a partner and is no longer a loner.

"Is it a college classmate, or a girl from our side, Xiaoci, if the girl wants, you can take her home as a guest, and your father and I have no objection."

Dou Shuyi held the coffee cup in her hand and started the relationship class.She was afraid that Zhang Ci'an would treat others badly if he didn't understand love, and she also had the excitement of watching her child grow up as a mother.

"Father and mother respect all your wishes, Xiao Ci, congratulations on finding love."

Zhang Ci'an still lowered his head, showing no joy of being congratulated.

After a long time, when Dou Shuyi once again talked about inviting his partner to be a guest at home, Zhang Ci'an clenched his fingers and looked into his mother's eyes.

"He's already been here," he said.

Cheng Shuibei came to Zhang's house, as a friend at the time, and never came again.

Dou Shuyi's face is full of doubts. She writes at home all the year round, and she doesn't remember any girls her son brought back.

"You have met him, and you still like him very much." Zhang Ci'an continued to add without waiting for Dou Shuyi to be puzzled.

I've seen it, and I love it...

Dou Shuyi suddenly remembered that Zhang Ci'an had only brought one friend home in the past twenty years.

The friend who had some contact with the neighbor Shao's family and Zhang Ci'an, who had talked with her on behalf of Zhou Xingzhan, personally introduced her friend, Cheng Shuibei.

Dou Shuyi was in a daze. She remembered that Xiaobei was a boy, and she didn't have Alzheimer's disease herself. How could Zhang Ci'an say that Xiaobei was with him?

"Mom, you guessed right, Xiaobei is my lover."

"I love him, just like you love your father." Faced with his mother's doubts and panic, Zhang Ci'an suddenly said everything in one go.

Dou Shuyi lost strength in her hand, and the glass tumbled to the ground with a crisp sound.

Her son, the son of her proud and willing lifelong dedication to science, was with another boy.

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Miserably brave