It's okay not to fry CP! [Entertainment]

Ever since He Zishu knew that the white porcelain vase he used to arrange the flowers was an antique with a market value of 800 million, he wanted to take out the flowers several times, but Song Xiqing stopped them.

Song Xiqing carried the porcelain vase to the center of the hall, placed it under a "sunrise picture", and said to He Zishu, "These antique porcelains may have been just vases in the past."

"If I didn't have these flowers, I would just put them in the storage room. I don't go there on weekdays, and I can't see them. They are still dusty. How good they are now, the colors match, and they look bright."

After several struggles, He Zishu resigned to his fate, and replied obediently, "It's just as long as you like it."

Song Xiqing took a clear water pot, watered the flowers, and said, "I like it. Your teacher Bai told me a long time ago that you helped take care of many flowers and plants in her tea room, and they are well maintained."

He Zishu was a little embarrassed, and blushed: "It was all taught by Mr. Bai and Mr. Liang, and I didn't do anything."

Growing flowers and grass is a delicate and huge project, and it cannot be achieved in a day or two. What Baiying said about "helping to take care of it and grow it well" is actually based on her own early maintenance.

So even if He Zishu is just watering, cutting leaves, and trimming weeds, he can look very professional.

Also just looked professional.

The predecessors planted trees, and the descendants took the shade.

Song Xiqing smiled, reached out and stroked the circle of flowers and leaves, and spared no effort to praise He Zishu: "The flowers are very flattering and energetic. Jin Chen said you picked them on purpose?"

He Zishu was a little uncomfortable when he heard the name "Lu Jinchen" from Song Xiqing's mouth. He tried his best to ignore the shallow tension in his heart, and smiled: "That flower shop has been open for many years, and the boss is a As a painter, what I like to paint most is flowers, and I also grow flowers myself, so the flowers in the store are very energetic."

He Zishu paused: "If you like, I can leave an address for you. The boss is very nice and experienced in growing flowers, but the road is a bit off, so it's not easy to find, or next time I... next time Ask Lu to bring it to you, he knows where it is."

The phrase "I'll bring it to you next time" almost blurted out, and He Zishu's heart hung in the air for a moment.

Words came to his lips before he reined in.

Song Xiqing still doesn't know.

It may not be appropriate for him to say this.

Song Xiqing didn't seem to care much about He Zishu's sudden pause, and said, "It would be a waste to let him choose, he doesn't understand these things."

"A few days ago, someone gave me a round-bottomed wooden vase. It's on the second floor. Please help me see what kind of flowers to put in it." Song Xiqing said and pulled He Zishu to the second floor.

He Zishu followed Song Xiqing into a room.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw three standing display cabinets with an assortment of collections inside. He Zishu just scanned it, and saw inkstones, calligraphy and paintings, tea sets and several porcelain vases.

A wooden bookshelf is embedded in the wall on the left side. The bookshelf is full of books, ranging from foreign languages ​​to ancient Chinese, and the covers are a bit old.

He Zishu thought it was a study at first, but now he doesn't think it looks like it.

Song Xiqing opened a side cabinet, took out a wooden carving, and asked He Zishu for his opinion.

Based on his feeling, He Zishu chose some flowers that matched his color.

Song Xiqing smiled lightly: "Okay, I've made a note of it, next time you're free, let me know, I'll have someone pick it up and send it over, and we'll put it on."

Someday free.

we.

He Zishu was stunned.

Song Xiqing immediately said: "Just pick in the flower shop you mentioned, pick what you like, if you think it's suitable, let Jin Chen drive you there, okay?"

He Zishu nodded in a fog.

Only then did he realize that Mr. Song seemed to have played a trick on himself.

Song Xiqing turned around and put the "props" back into the cabinet. Through the glass window of the cabinet, he saw He Zishu behind him.

From entering the door to now, I have been very obedient, focused on doing things, and when I talk, even if I feel a little embarrassed, I will look you in the eyes seriously.

Song Xiqing smiled, and turned around slowly: "Filming is quite tiring, I feel a little thinner, isn't it after the Chinese New Year, and I'm going to join the group again?"

He Zishu nodded: "Well, there is still half of the show left, about ten days."

Song Xiqing frowned: "It will take more than ten days."

The filming last time took less than half a month, and it took so long after I came back before I finally recovered from it. It has not been long since I came back from the film crew.

He Zishu heard the worry in Song Xiqing's words, and thought that during that period, she drove for several hours and made a special trip. If Lu Jinchen hadn't opened his mouth, he wouldn't even know that there was such a thing. Once.

He Zishu blinked his eyes and suppressed the sudden soreness: "This time I won't be very tired. Many scenes have been filmed ahead of schedule, and the rest are just daily routines. Teacher Bai and the others will officially join the group. After filming, I'll bring you the Longxu Cake over there, which is a specialty of Linkou, very soft and delicious."

Song Xiqing's heart was about to melt, she said "OK", and then brought the topic to Lu Jinchen.

At this time, Lu Jinchen and Lu's father downstairs were sitting on the sofa.

Mrs. Zhou came over and brought a cup of tea to the two of them.

Mrs. Zhou has been in the Lu family for more than ten years, and she can be regarded as watching Lu Jinchen grow up. Although she is a housekeeper, she is also close.

Looking at Lu Jinchen, who looked down at the time and was obviously absent-minded, he smiled: "Did you catch up, or didn't you catch up?"

Father Lu raised his head when he heard the words, and took a look at Lu Jinchen.

Mrs. Zhou said again: "If you don't catch up, you have to work harder. Just now, my wife asked me if there were many vases in the storage room on the second floor, and said that if you really don't know how to bring people home, you can say that there are many vases at home. There are many vases, and my wife likes the flowers that the young master chose, so I ask him to come here often."

Lu Jin let out a deep smile.

The storage room on the second floor is full of ancient porcelain, where did the vases come from?

Teacher Song really took great pains to lure people home.

Lu Jin took a sip of tea and said, "We've caught up."

Mrs. Zhou's eyes lit up, and she said "that's great" several times in succession.

Father Lu took a sip of tea: "Does your mother know?"

Lu Jin shook his head deeply.

Mrs. Zhou: "I haven't told my wife yet, I think my wife has been reading it for a long time."

Lu Jinshen made it up casually: "New Year's gift."

In fact, Lu Jinchen still has selfish intentions.

He wanted to see what Song Xiqing could say to that person, what kind of "subtle method".

After preparing for so long, she must always give her enough space to perform.

And he also wanted to know what He Zishu's reaction would be.

Mrs. Zhou was stunned for a moment, and when she came to her senses, she immediately said, "My wife will definitely like this gift."

While several people were talking, the sound of walking came from the second floor.

As soon as Lu Jinchen raised her head, she met He Zishu's eyes.

I don't know if it's because the lights in the corridor are too bright, the eyes look like glass beads soaked in water, glowing, and the neck is still a little red.

Others might not be able to see it, but Lu Jinchen knew it.

He Zishu has a thin skin, and usually he would blush easily when he said irrelevant words, after a while, the temperature on his face would drop, but once he teased hard, his neck would also turn red, which came slowly and faded away slowly .

It seems that Mr. Song lived up to the organization's entrustment and made a move.

Lu Jinchen wanted to go forward and take away his little rose, but Song Xiqing brought her to the dining table with the excuse of "It's time to eat".

Mrs. Zhou was taken home by her son. The rest of the table, except Father Lu, were all under the camera and on the stage all year round. Watching the Spring Festival Gala on the projection screen, they could not only comment in real time, but also Extremely professional.

From the host to the performers, there are not a few people who have cooperated with each other, so one topic after another, there is no idle time.

After dinner, He Zishu helped Song Xiqing tidy up the dishes.

Song Xiqing stuffed He Zishu with a big red envelope.

Heavy and drumming.

He Zishu was so deep that he couldn't tell whether it was a red envelope, or a simple, red envelope.

He Zishu even suspected that there were gold bars inside.

Other people's red envelopes are palm-sized envelopes, and he couldn't even hold this in his hands.

The only thing similar to ordinary red envelopes is the congratulatory message of "Peace and Joy", with black characters on a red background, and fine gold shimmering.

He Zishu panicked: "Teacher, I can't accept this."

Song Xiqing: "Why can't we accept it? The New Year's money is given to everyone."

He Zishu pursed his lips: "Too many."

Song Xiqing: "Not many, where there are many, you don't even know how happy I am to see you, if I can see you every year, that's the best, put it away quickly."

In the end, He Zishu didn't know what to do, and walked out of the open-air balcony with the big red envelope in his arms.

Hiding in a corner, he took a picture of Liu Xia with a red envelope.

[He Zishu: Teacher Song gave it. 】

[Liu Xia: New year's money, the elders give it and take it, they are happy, and you are happy too. 】

[He Zishu: I just think it's too much. 】

[Liu Xia: Too much?How many? 】

[He Zishu: I haven't opened it yet. 】

[Liu Xia: Then how do you know too much. 】

He Zishu didn't answer, and took another photo.

Shots are deceptive, so this time, he chose a reference object.

He put his hands on the red envelope.

Only one corner is covered.

Stand up the red envelope again, half the width of your palm.

【Liu Xia: ……………】

[Liu Xia: This is your hand. 】

[He Zishu: Otherwise. 】

[Liu Xia: I'd rather believe that it was Brother Tu's son's hand. 】

"Why did you come here? Is it cold?" Lu Jin's deep voice suddenly sounded from behind.

He Zishu was taken aback, subconsciously hugged the red envelope tightly, and got up: "I'm chatting with A-Xia."

Lu Jinchen's eyes were attracted by the things in He Zishu's arms: "?"

He Zishu stuffed the red envelope: "Ms. Song gave it."

Although Lu Jinchen was shocked by the size of the red envelope, after thinking about it, it was Song Xiqing's usual handwriting, and smiled: "It's for you."

He Zishu: "Too many."

It's really too much, and this time he didn't bring anything other than a bouquet of flowers, so it's not appropriate to accept this red envelope.

Lu Jin smiled deeply: "She has always been generous to the junior, the more she likes the junior, the bigger the red envelope will be."

He Zishu: "What about you?"

Lu Jinshen: "What me?"

He Zishu: "Where's your red envelope?"

He Zishu felt that this red envelope was exaggerated enough, he couldn't imagine what Lu Jinchen's red envelope would be like.

Lu Jin paused.

What can he say.

From childhood to adulthood, the junior you Mr. Song likes, the bottom one, is him.

But fortunately, the one on the top floor is also his now.

In order to reassure He Zishu, Lu Jinchen made up a random line: "There is no red envelope, but a car."

With that said, Lu Jinchen pointed to the red envelope: "If you don't like this, then change the car."

He Zishu immediately felt that the red envelope was very good.

When the two came back, it was already dark, and they chatted and ate again, and when everything was over, it was almost midnight.

It wasn't until the countdown sounded in the back room that He Zishu looked down at the time.

23: 59.

Not far away, there are sporadic fireworks, like a warm-up before the carnival.

He Zishu couldn't remember what he was doing at this time last year.

But he remembered that in the past many years, the fireworks he saw were all framed in a glass window.

In fact, there is no difference, except for the fleeting fireworks, it is exactly the same as many nights I have survived.

But now, this place is a lot like "home".

There are Lu Jinchen's parents, and Lu Jinchen.

When the final bell rang, Lu Jinchen hugged He Zishu in his arms.

The sky has been completely lit by fireworks, and the mobile phone message vibrates constantly.

But He Zishu felt that his heartbeat was louder than them.

He raised his hand, wrapped it around Lu Jinchen's neck, and whispered in his ear, "Happy New Year!"

Lu Jin smiled lightly, wrapped one arm around He Zishu's waist, and pointed to his side face with the other.

kiss.

He Zishu's eyes were bright, his eyebrows were picturesque, he tilted his head slightly, and kissed the side of his cheek.

Lu Jinchen moved his finger down and pointed to his mouth.

He Zishu was afraid of being seen by Song Xiqing and the others, but now he was full of Lu Jinchen, and without any hesitation, he changed positions and kissed again.

The smile in Lu Jinchen's eyes deepened.

After a while, leaning against his forehead, he said softly, "This is a gift in return."

After he finished speaking, he lowered his head.

Different from the previous superficial touch, Lu Jinchen kissed a little harder this time, until He Zishu couldn't breathe, and then smiled and let go.

Because of his unsmooth breathing, He Zishu's eyes got a little wet, and he leaned against Lu Jinchen's arms, and it took him a long time to recover.

When the two entered the room, Song Xiqing happened to come down from the second floor.

Looking at He Zishu, she said, "I know you are afraid of the cold. The heater is already turned on in the room, which is the room next to Jinchen. Do you want to go up and see if it's still cold? If it's cold, add a quilt."

Lu Jin frowned deeply.

Everyone has been abducted to the house, and they still need to sleep in two beds?

He was about to speak, but Song Xiqing had already led someone upstairs.

Lu Jinchen leaned against the door, looking at the two people who looked more like mother and child than him.

Song Xiqing came over and pushed Lu Jinchen out: "If you want to come in, come in, if you don't come in, don't come in, what are you doing with the door blocked, and the heat that was stored after a long time was let go, what should I do if I have a cold?"

Lu Jin rubbed his forehead deeply, and called out, "Mom."

Song Xiqing was suspicious: "It sounds so nice, what do you want to do?"

Lu Jinshen: "What are you planning this room for?"

Song Xiqing: "Let Zishu sleep."

Lu Jinshen: "Can't you just sleep with me?"

Song Xiqing hurriedly looked back at He Zishu, pushed Lu Jinchen out, and closed the door with only a crack: "You want to sleep together without anyone chasing you?"

Lu Jin was helpless: "Didn't Dad tell you?"

Song Xiqing: "What did you say?"

Lu Jinshen: "The man has caught up."

Song Xiqing came out of the room: "I caught you, what do you mean?"

Lu Jinshen: "literally."

Song Xiqing opened his eyes wide: "You told your dad, but you didn't tell me?"

Lu Jinshen: "At that time, you were pulling people to pick vases on the second floor."

Lu Jinchen didn't want to waste any more words, the most urgent thing was to trick people into his room, and said, "Can we sleep together now?"

Song Xiqing: "Don't even think about it."

Lu Jinshen: "..."

Song Xiqing: "I'll scare you away after I catch up with you."

Lu Jinshen: "..."

Song Xiqing said earnestly: "Don't think that you'll be fine once you catch him, you have to be more careful when you catch him. After all, it's the first time for that child to come, so what kind of psychological shadow do you leave on him?"

Lu·Psychological Shadow·Jin Chen: "..."

Negotiations broke down.

He Zishu knew nothing about it.

When he finished saying happy new year one by one, after washing up, and finally laying down on the bed, he realized that Lu Jinchen hadn't sent him a message since he entered the room.

After thinking about it, he still clicked on the profile picture and asked, "Are you asleep?"

It was almost two o'clock in the morning, and the man had been driving for another day, as if...he was quite tired.

He Zishu immediately withdrew the message.

At the same time, the phone vibrated.

[Open the door. 】

He Zishu got up immediately, and ran over without even putting on his slippers.

It was so late, if Mr. Song and the others saw this person standing at his door, they would not be able to tell.

The moment He Zishu opened the door, he was blinded by the lights in the corridor, and he hurriedly pulled people in.

Lu Jin let out a deep smile: "They're all asleep."

He Zishu had lingering fears: "Why are the lights on?"

Lu Jinshen: "On the first day of the new year, don't turn off the lights. You open the curtains and look at the courtyard outside. The lights are also on."

In fact, it was Song Xiqing who knew from Baiying that He Zishu was afraid of the dark, afraid that he would not sleep well and wake up in the middle of the night to go downstairs, so he simply didn't turn off the lights.

Who knew that because of Lu Jinchen's actions, it would actually scare people.

He Zishu looked at Lu Jinchen, and after a while, he said softly, "Aren't you... not sleeping?"

Lu Jinchen was wearing pajamas, serious: "The room is cold."

He Zishu frowned: "Isn't there an air conditioner?"

Lu Jinshen: "It's broken."

He Zishu didn't believe it: "I'll go and see."

Lu Jinshen carried him back and smiled lightly, "Being near the window, it's very cloudy."

He Zishu: "..."

Lu Jin picked him up horizontally, and walked to the bed: "What message was withdrawn just now?"

He Zishu was taken aback, nestled in his arms, and subconsciously asked, "Are you asleep?"

Lu Jinshen: "Really?"

He Zishu nodded.

Lu Jinshen: "What I saw is not this sentence."

Lu Jinchen's tone was too formal, so formal that He Zishu felt a little self-doubting, did he really slip up and send something wrong?

He Zishu was gently placed on the bed, blushing, and rolled aside: "What did you see?"

Lu Jinshen: "Sleep together."

He Zishu: "..."

He Zishu pursed his lips: "I didn't."

Lu Jinshen: "I saw it."

Lu Jin lifted the quilt slowly: "Come here, sleep."

He Zishu blushed and sat like a bell.

Taking advantage of his inattention, Lu Jinchen pulled him by the wrist and pressed him on the bed.

After a while, he sighed and said in a hoarse voice: "If you sleep now, I won't move you. If you don't sleep, it's not necessarily."

He Zishu immediately closed his eyes.

Lu Jin stood up and covered He Zishu with a quilt.

However, the moment the quilt was covered, the man's eyelashes trembled, his face flushed, and he didn't forget to say: "I didn't."

He didn't say "sleep together".

It said "are you asleep?"

At that moment, Lu Jinchen really felt that it was too early for him to say "sleep now, I won't touch you".