Zhou Shike returned home, covered in water vapor.

Zhou Shixun leaned on the sofa, as lazy as if he had no bones, "Oh, have the trophy been brought back?"

"Where is sister?" Zhou Shike remembered that she was walking in front.

"I took the document and went to the company." Zhou Shixun replied.

Zhou Shike nodded, "I've gone upstairs."

"Auntie roasted lamb legs, do you eat them?" Zhou Shixun was waiting for this. It was fresh lamb transported from air. The sauce made by the aunt was so fragrant. Zhou Shixun even brought two bottles of wine.

"Yes, call me later." Zhou Shike felt that this was OK.

Zhou Shixun lowered his head and continued to play his game, "Okay, you go up and change your clothes and get down. Yang Xiao goes to pick up Yang Shangchen, and you will be there later."

Zhou Shike returned to the room and he only turned on the wall lights to make the room less dim.

He took out the red envelope that Fu Simien gave him from his pocket, slowly dismantled it with his eyes down, and his eyelashes sprinkled a thin layer of shadow under his eyes.

All the money poured out were banknotes.

Zhou Shike's breathing stagnated.

Those scenes that thought they had melted in time came to my mind again.

"Brother, if I win the prize, you can give me a red envelope, if you have a big one, you need cash, do you know?"

"Um."

"Don't you find it troublesome?"

"Won't."

At that time, he always felt that Fu Simian was cold. Even now, Zhou Shike recalled the past, but Fu Simian was still cold, and the harm he had given himself could not be erased.

Zhou Shike thought he had never taken his words to heart.

His cell phone rang, and Zhou Shike took out his cell phone from his pocket with his fingers stiff.

It was the news sent by Zhao Xu.

[A Ke, the money in the red envelope was collected by Mr. Fu himself at the bank. He didn't ask me to help. He probably stuffed it in one by one. During this period, Mr. Fu was very sad, even more sad than when you broke up. It doesn't matter if you hate him and hate me. Think about it, think clearly, do you want to give him another chance?]

Zhou Shike deleted the message expressionlessly and threw the phone aside.

The corner of the clothes flew away a piece of paper money on the table, and a neatly folded white paper underneath was exposed.

Zhou Shike stood there for a few seconds, reached out and took the white paper.

It was a few lines of words, handwritten, and it was probably no one else except Fu Simian.

Zhou Shike could recognize Fu Simian's handwriting at a glance, but it had not changed much from college to later.

——Zhou Shike, it will rain for a long time in the north city recently. I remember you said, you hate Jiangcheng because it is rainy in Jiangcheng. Those years have made you wronged. I have always thought about the past, sometimes clear and sometimes blurred. I am afraid that one day I will not remember clearly. I forgot, and you still refuse to forgive me. I always want to do something for you, but I found that you actually lack nothing, and everything I do seems redundant, but if I don’t do it, I am afraid that you will really forget me.

——I’m sorry, I only realized now that I love you so much.

The last few strokes are written very heavily, heavier than the previous words. The ink penetrates the paper and penetrates the back.

Zhou Shike leaned against the door and looked at these lines of words expressionlessly for a long time. He felt no worries in his heart and was almost numb.

But in the blink of an eye, tears fell down, and as soon as he fell, he couldn't stop like a gate was opened.

His greatest expectation at that time was that he could hear a sincere and affectionate sentence from Fu Simien's mouth, rather than perfunctory "Well, love you" and "Well, love you".

Now he heard it and saw it, but he was not as happy as he imagined.

It would be better to see Fu Simian come with pain.

Fu Simian can be in pain, bankrupt, or even die. All of them are better than his remorse. However, by chance, it is always regrettable and heartbroken.

After a long time, Zhou Shixun shouted below, and the headlights in the yard shone in. Zhou Shike let out a breath, crumpled the paper in his hand into a ball and threw it into the trash can without hesitation, changed his clothes and went downstairs.

His eyes were red, and Zhou Shixun was stunned when he saw it.

"Don't you cry excitedly after winning the award, right?" Zhou Shixun could never have thought of Fu Simian going.

"No." Zhou Shike's voice was also a little hoarse.

"Okay, okay, go and help my aunt serve the dishes, eat barbecue, and roast lamb!" Zhou Shixun took the wine from the wine cabinet.

"Isn't that my mother's beauty drink?" Zhou Shike reminded him, "You also took the old man's treasure?"

Zhou Shixun drove it directly with the driver, "What are you afraid of? Can you still kill me?"

Zhou Shike: "..."

"Anyway, I will say you're drinking it." Zhou Shike took the lettuce from his aunt's hand and said without any emotion.

Zhou Shixun was also very heartless, "I just said it was Yang Xiaokai."

Yang Xiao put away the umbrella and was changing his shoes. He bent over, "I just said it was Yang Erkai."

Yang Shangchen knew the virtues of this family very well, and he followed, "Fang Ka opened it."

Fang Ka was stunned, for a moment, he pouted, "Ke Ke!"

Hearing Fang Ka's voice, Zhou Shike looked at the door, "Why are you here?" He also brought a message of power.

"I happened to be playing at Chen'er's house. Brother Yang Xiao came, so I came with me." Fang Ka's clothes were dressed very well today, and his goose yellow thin tweed clothes made him look tender and beautiful.

Zhou Shike's eyes retracted and fell on Quan Yan behind him. The tall figure of the boy stood at the door, and Fang Ka threw the person at the door and ignored him.

Zhou Shike washed his hands and walked over and took out a pair of shoes from the shoe cabinet and put them in front of him, "Sorry, aunt is busy in the kitchen."

"It's okay." Quan Yan shook his head and said.

Zhou Shike did not leave immediately. He stood in front of Quan Yan, glanced at Fang Ka who was turning around the dining table, and whispered: "Fang Ka is ignorant, thank you for your hard work."

Quan Yan stood up straight and looked down at the eyes.

"I like him very much, I don't feel it's hard." He pronounced clearly and spoke firmly.

Zhou Shike returned to the restaurant and was hugged by Fang Ka.

He rubbed Zhou Shike hard, "Can I sleep at your house tonight? I want to sleep with you."

“…”

Zhou Shixun came over and he grabbed Fang Ka away, "You have a partner, please keep a distance from San'er. Are you immoral?"

Zhou Shixun was a few years older than him and was Zhou Shike's brother. Fang Ka did not dare to be arrogant and sat down with grievance and sat next to Quan Yan.

Yang Shangchen smokes on the small balcony on the first floor. It is suitable for smoking in this weather, and the taste dissipates quickly.

Zhou Shike walked over and took out the cigarette and lighter from his pocket, and lit one.

"Your brother will scold you when he sees it later." Yang Shangchen said with a smile.

"Are you beaten with your tattoo?" Zhou Shike replied quickly, "My brother is kissing and hugging me."

"That's because he feels sorry for you've been suffering in Jiangcheng," said Yang Shangchen. "You try to tattoo a bird now. Do you see if you're beaten?"

Zhou Shike didn't say anything, lowered his head and just smoked.

Yang Shangchen realized something was wrong.

He pushed Zhou Shike, "What's wrong? I'm still in a bad mood after winning the prize?"

"Somewhat." Zhou Shike admitted honestly, "but it wasn't because he won the prize."

The carelessness on Yang Shangchen's face gradually closed.

"Fu Simian?"

Zhou Shike didn't say anything, and the smoke was shrouded in smoke, which made his expression look particularly cold, which made Yang Shangchen shocked.

I don’t know when he felt that Saner had changed. That coldness was something that many people in their thirties and forties didn’t have.

"Just don't pay attention to him," Yang Shangchen lowered his head and thought, "He doesn't have to fight with him every day, wasting his energy."

"But this is the first time I see such an ex. Why don't I let go if I bite you to death?" Yang Shangchen found it funny again. The head of the Fu family seemed to be magical about his childhood friend, and it sounded like a fantasy.

He doesn't believe it if he says it. After all, Fu Simian is a child from someone else's family, and Zhou Shike is the demon king from someone else's family. There is nothing to do with these two people.

Zhou Shike quickly finished smoking a cigarette. He pressed the cigarette butt into Zhou Shixun's flower pot and said lightly: "Let it go." Who hasn't lived with? Why have you been through this for decades?

It was about to start dinner, he patted Yang Shangchen on the shoulder, and Yang Shangchen also knocked out the Yan in Zhou Shixun's flower pot. The two of them turned around together and looked at last Zhou Shixun's faint gaze.

"Why don't you press cigarette butts in each other's mouth?" Zhou Shixun slapped him.

Zhou Shike and Yang Shangchen looked at each other and ran away.

At two o'clock in the morning, the Zhou family restaurant was still lively.

Zhou Shike leaned in the chair, stepped on his foot under the dining table, and his eyes were dissipated.

They were talking about their childhood.

All the elders in the family knew each other and they played together since childhood. However, Zhou Shike, Zhou Shixun and Yang Xiao were not of the same age group. At that time, Yang Xiao was the king of the older children, and he didn't bother to play with the little brat.

If you play any real-life gunfight game, the heroes will be played by Yang Xiao and others, and the bandits will be played by Zhou Shike, who are usually bandit leaders.

Zhou Shixun leaned on Yang Xiao's shoulder, "It will be lively when they are all married."

Yang Xiao smoked a cigarette and glanced at the monkeys opposite him, "Why is that easy?"

"Yang Er is not getting married, just to make my parents accept me. He is not doing his job properly. Don't talk about it on Wednesday. Who will he like? Then Fang Ka, this thing will be taken off sooner or later." Yang Xiao narrowed his narrow eyes and said slowly.

"To be honest, I think Fu Simian is pretty good," Yang Xiao finished speaking and got a claw of Zhou Shixun. He held the other party's hand in his hand and played with it. "They have emotional foundation and family backgrounds are also similar. Fu Simian feels guilty about Zhou Wednesday. When they get along in the future, Wednesday will have the upper hand. No matter what happens, they can turn over old accounts and make him bow his head."

Zhou Shixun thought about it, "You are more powerful than being immoral."

"When doing business, I don't think I can find someone I like on Wednesday, so it's better to find someone useful." Yang Xiao's words are rough and not rough.

He and Zhou Shixun were completely surprised. Although same-sex marriage was legal, they did not accept a lot of homosexuals in China, especially those of rich families like them. The elders pointed at them to marry and have children to inherit the family business. Therefore, Yang Xiao rolled up the bedding to the Zhou family and was kicked out of the family tree by the Yang family. They first felt that Yang Xiao was embarrassed, and secondly, they felt that he was useless.

People like Zhou Shike cannot do things like those who are married to each other. It can be seen from his childhood emotional experience that those who are the same age can't count both hands when they have played.
To be continued...