When the cell phone rang, Lin Wan thought he was in his bedroom, so he turned over and almost fell to the floor.

Chi Yuan reached out and fished him back to the sofa. Lin Wan was still confused when he stretched his arms to reach the phone. It was bright outside and the phone showed 8:37.

The call was from Shi Yu. Lin Wan was afraid of disturbing Chi Yuan and wanted to answer it in the kitchen. His waist was held by Chi Yuan and he couldn't move, so he could only tell him in a low voice: "I'll answer the call. Sister Shi Yu wants to see me if she has something to do."

Chi Yuan rubbed his head against Lin Wan's arm, frowning and not knowing whether to agree or not. The phone was still ringing. At this time, Lin Wan was worried that Shi Yu was in an emergency, so he simply answered the call.

Lin Wan kept his arms slightly supporting his upper body, kept the phone away from Chi Yuan, and lowered his voice and said, "Hello? What's wrong?"

Shi Yu sounded confused. He called Lin Wan in the middle of his busy schedule: "You asked me what day it is today. It's the Mid-Autumn Festival. Go home and see your parents."

"Ah..." Lin Wan suddenly woke up. Logically speaking, such a considerate person could not forget such a serious matter. He stayed with Chi Yuan until midnight yesterday, as if he was hypnotized, and there was nothing in his mind.

Pretended.

"What else can you remember? Well, put the information here..." Shi Yu told Lin Wan while working, "Buy some gifts and have a better attitude. Don't go against them. Do you understand?"

"I got it, don't worry, sister." Lin Wan sat up a little, hung up the phone and took a nap for a minute.

The sofa on the first floor is quite wide and covered with extremely comfortable soft cushions. It is more than enough to sleep one person - provided that one person is alone.

Lin Wan didn't know how he and Chi Yuan ended up falling asleep here while chatting at night. Two tall men over 1.8 meters tall were squeezed together and slept soundly. No one fell to the floor.

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"Chi Yuan," Lin Wan patted Chi Yuan's wrist and called him, "I have to go home today. You should get up and eat first."

Chi Yuan let go of Lin Wan's hand and after a while spat out a vague "hmm".

Lin Wan got up and closed the curtains first. The sun's rays were facing the sofa, glaring at his eyes. He turned around and went to the kitchen to take a look. Aunt Zhou didn't know when she came, and the food was already prepared and kept warm.

Lin Wan's neck started to feel hot when he thought that Aunt Zhou saw him sleeping on the sofa with Chi Yuan. It was okay to sneak around in the house, but it was too shameful for his elders to see him.

It takes seven or eight hours to drive from here to Beicheng. There will definitely be traffic jams on the Mid-Autumn Festival Expressway. Lin Wan glanced at the high-speed rail and air tickets, and they were all sold out. Maybe he can have dinner with his two elders if he leaves now, but he will really deserve a beating if he is late.

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After taking a shower and changing clothes, Lin Wan saw Chi Yuan still sleeping on the sofa with his coat wrapped around him.

He went over and told Chi Yuan that he had to leave before he had time to eat. He didn't know if Chi Yuan heard him. Lin Wan looked around, found a piece of paper, wrote a note and put it on the coffee table before going out.

The sound of the door closing was deliberately and carefully muted, with a very small "click". After a few seconds, Chi Yuan opened his eyes and looked in the direction of the door. There was no trace of sleepiness in his eyes.

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As soon as Jiang Lanxin entered the door, she saw her son lying on the sofa holding a sports coat and a piece of paper in his hand.

"Happy Mid-Autumn Festival, son." Jiang Lanxin walked in with two large bags of vegetables and kicked the door shut. Her eyebrows were almost exactly the same as Chi Yuan's, but softer. When she smiled, the fine lines at the corners of her eyes looked gentle.

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Chi Yuan's eyebrows moved when he heard the voice. He quickly stood up and went over to take the things. When he and Jiang Lanxin walked to the kitchen together, he said, "You're late."

Jiang Lanxin smiled and rubbed Chi Yuan's hair: "Is it late? I thought my precious son was still sleeping. It's only nine-ten."

After speaking, he looked upstairs, his voice suddenly became softer, and he covered his mouth with his hand and asked, "Where is the child named Lin Wan?"

"Let's go," Chi Yuan put the things on the table, opened a bag of fruit, and repeated lazily: "You're late."

"Oh, you didn't tell me earlier, he went home for the holidays, right?" Jiang Lanxin slapped her son's hand away, handled the dishes herself, turned on the faucet and washed the carrots, "Yu Qi said that the child was not having a good time with the family, so I still

I thought he could survive here."

Chi Yuan didn't speak. He stood with his hands in his pockets and looked down at her work. After a while, he yawned.

Jiang Lanxin saw it and asked him: "Didn't you sleep well last night?"

Chi Yuan said "hmm" and the corners of his mouth curled up inexplicably: "I have a headache and can't sleep."

"Are you chatting with Lin Wan?" Jiang Lanxin came close to Chi Yuan, sniffed, and said clearly: "I'm pestering someone to accompany you, and you smell like someone else."

Chi Yuan did not deny it. This was his biological mother. She had a very good nose and understood him better than her nose.

Jiang Lanxin is good at cutting carrots, but she doesn't know much about Lin Wan. Chi Yuan rarely takes the initiative to contact her, and Yu Qi can't keep an eye on her every day.

Judging from Chi Yuan's current demeanor, Jiang Lanxin really felt that Lin Wan was really unlucky to have his son fall in love with him.

Jiang Lanxin pointedly commented on Chi Yuan: "You know how to act pitiful, and no one knows how to behave well."

He has headaches every year and has no one to accompany him. This year he has been so pretentious. Jiang Lanxin can think of how his son pretended to be pitiful and made Lin Wan feel distressed.

It's not that Jiang Lanxin doesn't care about Chi Yuan, but she knows too well that Chi Yuan is actually a person who rarely expresses his emotions. Even Jiang Lanxin, his own mother, rarely listens to him say "what's wrong with him".

People who are accustomed to silence suddenly start to express their opinions. Besides deliberately making people feel sad and pitiful, what other reason can there be.

Jiang Lanxin made three dishes and one soup with her hands and feet, and Chi Yuan served them to the table. Mother and son sat facing each other to eat the Mid-Autumn Festival reunion dinner.

Jiang Lanxin took a sip of soup and said, "Dr. Qu told me that you haven't contacted her this month?"

Chi Yuan picked up a piece of shrimp, put it in his mouth and swallowed it: "It's salty."

Jiang Lanxin ignored him: "Did you not take the medicine on time? Are you still writing songs every day?"

"Mom," Chi Yuan took a sip of the soup and then another sip of water, "the soup is too spicy."

"Forget it," Jiang Lanxin glared at him. Chi Yuan didn't say anything. She sighed melancholy, "If you don't take medicine or consult, I'm your mother. I don't know if you are cool or not..."

Do you know how worried I am?"

Jiang Lanxin's cooking skills have been the same for decades. Chi Yuan put down his chopsticks and lowered his eyes slightly in a sickly manner. The expression on his face can be said to be soft: "What are you worried about? Are you worried that I will drug Lin Wan like I drugged Chi Zhenxuan?

?He didn’t make me unhappy, I won’t.”

Jiang Lanxin said quickly: "No one is perfect, what if he made you unhappy?"

"Ah," Chi Yuan held his chin, with a faint smile on his lips, and said in a low voice, half jokingly and half seriously: "I will lock him up and teach him how to make me happy."

Jiang Lanxin was so angry that she couldn't speak for a while and poured a large bowl of spicy soup for Chi Yuan.

She couldn't accept the doctor's diagnosis more than ten years ago, but everything Chi Yuan did at that time was for her. Even if her son was born different from other children, she would not give up.

Now that Chi Yuan has grown up, Jiang Lanxin can no longer pay as much attention to many things as she did when she was a child. While she wants her son to have a family and live a normal life, she is also worried that Chi Yuan will make a big mistake.

Chi Yuan took another sip of the spicy soup without paying much attention: "Eat."

"I can't eat anymore," Jiang Lanxin threw away her chopsticks and said with an ugly face, but her mouth was strong: "I think of that bastard Chi Zhenxuan, how can he still have an appetite? If he dies well, he will be less worried."

Chi Yuan did not comment, and went to the kitchen to get the rice cooked by Aunt Zhou and put it on the table again. Jiang Lanxin naturally picked up the chopsticks again, and Chi Yuan looked at her and smiled.

Jiang Lanxin glared at him: "I'm still in the mood to laugh. If I don't take medicine, I always see and hear messy things, and I can't sleep all night long... The fans like the song I wrote, and it makes my heart hurt when I listen to it as a mother."

Chi Yuan took a sip of soy milk nonchalantly: "I haven't eaten it for six years, so I'm not crazy."

“It’s been so long—what did you say?” Jiang Lanxin’s chopsticks clattered onto the table.

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The original owner did not have a driver's license, so Lin Wan had to take a taxi back. He did some homework with Shiyu in advance, got off the car and went to a luxury store to buy gifts. It was already past eight o'clock at night when he got home.

It's a bit shabby to say that Lin Wang borrowed the money to buy the gifts from Shi Yu. He was now at the end of his rope and needed to make money.

As he went upstairs, he carefully recalled the details about his parents. Lin Wan got off the elevator and rang the doorbell.

The footsteps approached from far away, stopped for more than ten seconds, and then became distant again. After about a minute, the door opened.

The person who opened the door was his mother, Lang Zhi. Seeing that Lin Wan's eyes were full of emotions, but his face was tense, he leaned sideways to let Lin Wan in and taunted him: "Hanchuan, look at which rare guest is here, I don't even know him."

Already."

Perhaps because he and Chi Yuan talked a lot about the past last night, Lin Wan was very touched by the emotion in this mother's eyes, and felt a little dazed for a moment.

After reacting, Lin Wanxian smiled and said "Mom, Happy Mid-Autumn Festival", and while changing his shoes when he came in, he explained naturally: "There was an event yesterday and I didn't make it back. I went out early this morning. I was too far away and I'm not here now."

arrive."

Lin Hanchuan just came out of the hospital from a heart attack a few days ago. As an old professor who has taught at the university all his life, the only stain is his son. Because Lin Wan was too troublesome, he had to retire early and run a hotel with Lang Zhi.

When Lin Wan came in, Lin Hanchuan was sitting in the living room watching TV. He saw his son back. No matter how angry he was, he was still his own son. Today was the Mid-Autumn Festival again. He took a deep breath, frowned and asked Lin Wan to sit down.

Lin Wan's attitude was very good from the moment he walked in. He was not too humble to make them feel offended, and he was full of apologies and regrets, showing his sincerity. Not to mention that he could make people immediately soften their hearts, and he couldn't get angry enough to scold him.

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Lin Wan sat down next to Lin Hanchuan obediently, took out the jade pendant and gold bracelet he bought in advance, smiled and said again: "Mom, Dad, happy Mid-Autumn Festival."

Lin Hanchuan's frown deepened: "Why did you buy this? It's a waste of money."

Lang Zhi sat on the other side of Lin Wan, took a look at the bracelet, and said, "The style is really good. You, Sister Shiyu, are the counselor, right?"

Lin Wu said yes, and Lang Zhi scolded him a few more times. When he stood up again, he had already put on the bracelet: "I'm going to cook, but you said you had to buy such a big one. It will be in the way of work."

Lin Wan said sweetly: "The big ones are beautiful and complement your nobility."

"Number one nonsense." Lang Zhi snorted.

Lang Zhi went to the kitchen, and the father and son were left alone in the living room. Lin Wan poured a cup of tea for Lin Hanchuan, and when he handed it to him, he took the initiative to admit his mistake and apologized seriously for what happened before.

"Dad, I was confused before and couldn't understand clearly. I did things that I feel like an asshole now even thinking about them." Lin Wan frowned with serious eyes and spoke in a calm tone. "I'm not young anymore, it's time for me to do it.

I am responsible for myself and you. I have already thought of a solution for the debt I owe. You don’t have to worry about me taking detours. I am not here to borrow money this time. Dad, I just miss you."

Lin Hanchuan's eyes turned a little red after hearing what Lin Wan said. This was the first time that his son heard such decent words from Lin Wan's mouth after his son had been fooling around for so many years.

Picking up the tea cup to block it, Lin Hanchuan took a breath, frowned and changed the subject and asked: "Listen to Shiyu, are you working with that celebrity as an assistant now?"
To be continued...