Time flies so fast that even winter is coming to an end.

During the Chinese New Year, Xia Xiqing did not return to Xia's house. It was not his home. Anyway, he had long been used to spending the New Year alone and didn't think it was important. But this time, Zhou Ziheng accompanied him until the 29th day of the twelfth lunar month, and only went to the Xishan Villa in the thirty-year-old.

The house was bustling and there were people everywhere. Zhou Ziheng took off his scarf and down jacket and handed it to Aunt Hong. His father was entertaining relatives in the living room. There was a young girl sitting next to him, like a family member. Zhou Ziheng said hello to greet him, and then got into the kitchen.

"mom."

Zhou's mother was scooping a spoonful of chicken soup from a casserole to try it. As soon as her son replied, she quickly put the spoon to Zhou Ziheng's mouth, "Hengheng, help me try it, is it lacking salt?" Zhou Ziheng blew it a few times and drank the soup, "It's delicious." He licked his lips, "Mom, how many days are you going to take for your research?"

"I have to go back early on the eighth day of the lunar month, but I have to go back early. There is a very important project that is still on hold. I will make some delicious food for you at home these days."

Seeing that his mother was very happy, Zhou Ziheng hugged her arm and asked tentatively, "Mom, who is the person outside?"

"Your father's childhood friend was raised in a courtyard house." Mom took out the cut fruit and inserted a piece of dragon fruit into Zhou Ziheng's mouth. He quickly took the toothpick and asked, "Where is a girl next to me..."

"I'm my dear daughter." Mom smiled, as if she was teasing Zhou Ziheng, "How about it, are you beautiful?"

When it comes to the word "beauty", Zhou Ziheng's only mind is Xia Xiqing who is sitting in front of the drawing board and drawing quietly.

"Don't tell me about my marriage. It's the age, and there is such an arranged marriage." Zhou Ziheng didn't realize that he was completely free of 300 taels of silver here.

Zhou's mother glanced at him and closed the kitchen, "I'll tease you, I'll say so much." She lowered her head to cut spring bamboo shoots. Zhou Ziheng wanted to help but couldn't get into it, just like he couldn't get into it either.

"Mom, I actually have..."

"I said what you want to say." Mom raised her head and her face was very calm, "Your sister-in-law told me."

"Sister-in-law? She..." Zhou Ziheng didn't expect that Jiang Yin would tell his mother that the news caught him off guard, "How could sister-in-law..."

"You were in a locked down for a few days. I found something was wrong. I asked her several times before she could tell me, and let me hide it for you." Zhou's mother put the chopped bamboo shoots into the chicken soup and covered it with a lid. "Although I don't know if you are born or changed later." She looked at Zhou Ziheng's eyes, "But if it was a whim, there was no need to say it."

"No." Zhou Ziheng retorted immediately, but he felt that his words were too extreme, so he had to slow down. "I didn't come on a whim, I really like him. No..." Zhou Ziheng was dissatisfied with his words, "I love him very much."

Zhou's mother put down what was in her hand and turned to look at Zhou Ziheng. She gave birth to him very early. Even now, her face left no traces of time. It was a kind of wise mature beauty. She looked quietly for a while, as if she was trying hard to understand the expression on her son's face.

"Actually, I couldn't accept it at the beginning. I couldn't sleep for several nights in a row. I felt very regretful and felt that I shouldn't let you enter the circle. You should study hard and do research like me. This is very natural."

She lowered her eyes, "But your sister-in-law told me with certainty that you are not influenced by the circle, you are still the one you in the past, and become more complete. But even if she said that, I still can't accept it. It's not that I want to deprive you of your right to like someone, it's that this matter is beyond my imagination."

Zhou Ziheng lowered his head and opened his mouth. He wanted to speak but didn't say what he should say. As a son, he really didn't have the courage to tell him.

"Our family is happy and happy than many people say. Although you are young in the entertainment industry, we have never ignored the education and concern for you. I don't know which link is wrong." My mother's brow frowned slightly, as if she was confused.

Zhou Ziheng looked at her, and the confusion in his mother's eyes touched a weak point in Zhou Ziheng's heart. He was actually afraid that his mother would be injured.

Compared to whether she could accept it, Zhou Ziheng was more afraid that she blamed her love for a man on her negligent care.

This does not work, and Zhou Ziheng was afraid.

But the next second, my mother's brows stretched out and her eyes were filled with relief.

"But later, I want to understand."

She raised her head, reached out to touch Zhou Ziheng's cheek, "I did not make any mistakes, nor did you."

"My son just fell in love with someone, who was just right, and he was also a boy." She smiled, "This logic is actually very simple, right?"

Zhou Ziheng's nose felt sore. He actually had a lot to say, but at this moment his sense of feeling exceeded rational logical thinking. He did not expect that his mother would silently think about his feelings for so many days and nights. As a mother, she must have struggled and panicked. After all, she was not on the mainstream path.

But Zhou Ziheng went from small to large, he was not the mainstream path.

He stopped his throat and stopped for a long time before he said calmly, "Mom, thank you."

"Don't cry for a big holiday." She patted Zhou Ziheng on the shoulder, "Don't say this at the dinner table today. Your father didn't say anything. He was impatient again. We have a long-term plan. If you really like someone, your mother will help you."

In fact, this was once the most painful part of Zhou Ziheng. Although he made the worst plan and believed that the possibility of not being blessed by his family would not cause much harm to him. As long as he did not lose Xia Xiqing, he could sacrifice part of his perfection.

However, for a child like him who lives in a happy family, the proportion of the family in his heart is so important.

He was willing to give up this important part, and he made this mental preparation. But now, this important part is in turn telling him that you are not wrong.

You won't lose me.

At this moment, Zhou Ziheng felt that he was the happiest person in the world.

Early in the morning of the first day of the Chinese New Year, Zhou Ziheng rushed back to Haidian. His mother specially gave him a lot of supplements, which were given to him on the name of the name, but when he left, he kept winking, "Say good New Year for me."

Zhou's father, who followed him out and saw him go away, looked puzzled, "Who do you want to tell me about a happy new year?"

The mother and son said in unison, "Tell me~"

Before returning home, Zhou Ziheng thought that Xia Xiqing must be sleeping. As soon as he opened it, he found that he was not at his home. He ran back to the right place and opened his home. He saw Xia Xiqing standing on a chair and wiping the floor-to-ceiling window. When he saw the sound of opening, he turned his head, "Why did you go back so early?"

Zhou Ziheng put down the supplement and rushed over, hugged Xia Xiqing's legs all at once, and was strongly resisted by him, "What are you doing, I'm working."

"Why are you so hardworking, my little painter?" Zhou Ziheng hugged him on the chair, turned around and put it down, pressed his shoulders and kissed his cheeks, "So good."

"Ming Xixi." Xia Xiqing wiped his face disgustedly, and looked at his shoes and couldn't help but curse, "Why are you wearing shoes? Come out and change shoes for me, I'll be so annoying."

Zhou Ziheng spitted his tongue and ran back to the entrance to change his shoes. Regarding his mother's story, he wanted to wait until everything was done before telling Xia Xiqing to avoid worrying.

"If you don't buy such a big house in the future, you will be exhausted to clean it." Xia Xiqing sat on the floor and unscrewed a bottle of water.

When he said about buying a house in the future, Zhou Ziheng felt it was heart-wrenching, and it seemed that the future scene appeared in front of him.

"Call me, the cleaning lady." Zhou Ziheng walked over and sat down, hugged him in his arms.

Xia Xiqing's eyes were empty, as if she was really tired, slowly opening up like an exhausted kitten, "I have to clean it myself during the Chinese New Year."

"You are so cute."

"Get out, you're cute."

"It's the cutest thing that doesn't admit that I'm cute!"

“…It’s time to fight during the Chinese New Year, right?”

The two were having a fuss, and a call came in. Xia Xu asked them to come over for dinner. Xia Xiqing had not agreed, but Zhou Ziheng was very happy and kept interrupting. Xia Xiqing had no choice but to go with him. The two of them had to go in and go to his house.

"Like a Mission: Impossible, you have a relationship. "Xia Xu opened it to Zhou Ziheng, who came later. Zhou Ziheng took off his hat and hood and walked in. When he saw Xia Xiqing sitting on the table in the restaurant for a while, he helped Xu Qichen make dumplings.

"Brother Ziheng!"

Before he could react, a figure rushed over and hugged him like a small bomb. He looked down and saw that this was not Xia Xiuze, "You are too?"

"Yes, I'm Xia Xu too..." Halfway through his words, Xia Xu kicked him on his calf and kicked him back in the second half of his words, "Hehe, I said my brother wants it, so I'll pass."

Zhou Ziheng walked to Xia Xiqing with a smile on his face, "Is this the dumpling you made? It's not artistic at all."

Xia Xi was innocent, and he glanced at him, "I think you are just looking for a fight."

Originally, he was not a good cook, and he even put a dumpling in one piece and exposed the stuffing. He had to ask Xian to ask Zhou Ziheng to take over his position to help Xu Qichen make dumplings. Xia Xu was playing games with Xia Xiuze, but Xia Xiuze lost in the pan. Seeing that Xia Xiqing was almost rolling up his sleeves, "Can you do it? If you don't, just put it down."

Xia Xiuze pursed his mouth and moved his butt, "You win it back for me."

"Don't worry." Xia Xiqing snatched the handle, "Look at my brother, I won't leave any armor."

Xia Xu sneered, "Stop setting up a flag for yourself. Chen Fang will pass by us in a three-person game."

“just .”

"What should I do if I lose?"

"It's up to you."

Xia Xiuzedong looked around and found that there was nothing to do in the corner of the living room, and Lao Gao said, "Why... Brother, what is this?"

He called Brother Cheng, and Xia Xu then turned around and explained, "My mother asked me to move my house two days ago, saying that the old things from the past were left without a place."

"Old things?" Xia Xiuze laughed, sat cross-legged on the ground and began to pick and choose, "I like old things the most."

"You can pick it up and take it back if you like it."

"Um!"

In fact, there is nothing special. Most of them are from Xia Xu's previous hard drives, and there is also a book, which is basically related to programming and management. Xia Xiuze went to the bottom and found a large photo album.

"Wow, so many photos of you when you were a kid."

Xu Qichen quickly wrapped the last one, washed his hands and ran over, "I want to see."

"Brother Chenchen, have you not seen it?" Xia Xiuze asked with his head turned around.

Xu Qichen shook his head, "Some have read it, but this one doesn't seem to be there." He looked down at the old yellow photo, "Maybe your tiger teeth were too obvious when you were a child, so how could you change the teeth? There were tiger teeth before you change them." He flipped back and found a photo of two children, both of whom were only three or four years old, and they were like glutinous rice dumplings, sitting next to a small stool.

Xu Qichen was confused, "Is this next to you your brother? It seems that he is not that young." He raised the album and asked Xia Xu to look at it, and Xia Xu glanced at it, "It's Xia Xiqing."

"You two looked like you when you were young, even more like your brothers." Xu Qichen added in a low voice, hitting Xia Xiuze's shoulder, "But your brother is still more beautiful, right?"

Xia Xiuze nodded and said in a low voice, "My brother looked like a girl when he was a child."

"You say it again?"

"I didn't say anything!" Xia Xiuze hid beside Xu Qichen like a little mouse, lowered his head and flipped the album backwards.

Zhou Ziheng saw them talking from a distance, and wanted to go over and see, but there were still several sheets of leather at hand, so he had to speed up the making. Finally, he finished the last dumpling, and sorted it neatly, washed his hands quickly and walked to the living room.

"Hey, who is this picture?" Xu Qichen held down one of the pictures, no one turned it over, Xia Xiuze pointed to a person on it, "Who is this little girl?"

Zhou Ziheng sat down next to Xu Qichen, and saw a photo of his finger, and his heart suddenly jumped twice.

A vague and vague childhood memories suddenly flashed through my mind.

A girl in a white dress handed him the white rose in her hand, "Hold it, don't cry." I'll take you to find your mother."
To be continued...