Good Samaritan Mr Yu

"Mom, do you want to open it--" Xiaolan screamed and said, opening the small stove. Suddenly, she thought of some possibility, and she felt guilty and sympathized when she looked at Shen Yu.

Shen Yu didn't think much about it, but when she saw it like this, some bad guesses suddenly poured out in her heart.

"What is it? Go to the balcony and get me some dried red peppers. The vegetables are about to be cooked." Shen mother's loud voice was mixed with the sound of the range hood.

"Oh!" Xiaolan gave Shen Yu a wink while agreeing. Shen Yu hurriedly followed her to the small balcony when she saw it.

As a native of Sichuan, Shen's mother was very unaccustomed to eating and drinking after she came to the south. Fortunately, as the head of the family, she can cook by herself. Every year she buys several large bags of fresh red peppers and hangs them into dried pepper strings and puts them on the balcony. Used for seasoning when cooking. It was in this environment that Shen Yu and Shen Lan developed a taste completely different from normal southerners.

"What's wrong with mom?" Shen Yu asked in a low voice while helping Xiaolan fetch dried chilies.

"Brother, I said you don't blame me." Xiaolan was pitiful.

"Let's talk." Shen Yu replied helplessly, even if Xiaolan really did something wrong, she could no longer withdraw it now.

"That's right, when I came back from your summer vacation, I felt that you and Director Zhong were not right, so I just--" Xiao Lan thought about the adjectives, and said conservatively, "I had a little ventilation with my mother. "

"..." Shen Yu almost didn't throw out the dried chili in his hand.

"Brother, don't worry! I was just not sure at the time. I wanted to prepare my mother a little bit first, so I gave her a side touch and said." Xiaolan quickly promised, "You can rest assured that I'm absolutely ready for my mother's mentality. Work!"

Shen Yu could tell that Shen's mother was neither angry nor violently opposed to this. It was obviously due to Xiaolan's daily blessings. But if Mother Shen knew about it during the summer vacation, then why did she stay indifferent for such a long time?

"When I first told my mother, I didn't dare to say everything, just that I felt something was not right. Then she asked a lot about the details of how I got along with you when I was in Beijing. In the end, I didn't think too much about it." Xiaolan recalled Said, "But I feel like she has already recognized your relationship at the time."

"Later, I couldn't hold back and asked again. My mother told me not to disturb your work or ask you anything. It depends on when you plan to come and confess with her."

"..." Shen Yu had mixed feelings in his heart. On the one hand, he was touched by his sister's help and mother's understanding. On the other hand, he felt that the last sentence of Shen's mother in Cai Xiaolan's retelling seemed vaguely murderous.

"What about Dad, when did he know it?" Shen Yu remembered his father who was just as godly.

"Dad, I didn't dare to say anything. He only found out about the Golden Falcon Awards half a month ago, and then was suppressed by my mother and I." Xiaolan held the chili and made a suppressive gesture." Form a unified alliance and wait for you to go home and say by yourself."

"Little Lan, haven't you picked the pepper yet? The oil is hot!" Another call from the kitchen interrupted the siblings' whispering.

"Come here!" Xiao Lan yelled and hurried away, before thinking of something and leaving Shen Yu with a word.

"By the way, I told you, I contacted Director Zhong when I was shopping."

"..." Looking at Xiao Lan's back, Shen Yu holding a few bunches of dried peppers in his hand felt that his brain was not enough for a long time.

Frozen for a long time, he sighed resignedly and sent the pepper in his hand to the kitchen.

"Let's let it go, there are so many people to cook today, don't stay here to get in the way." Mother Shen glanced at Shen Yu, and then started a fight with the ingredients, as if nothing was the same.

In the eyes of Xiaolan constantly suggesting to sue Rao, Shen Yu had to stick to the wall and stand down, took out his mobile phone and found someone's chat interface.

"Where are you?" Shen Yu asked hesitantly for a long time, not knowing that his premonition was incorrect. Xiaolan was shopping for food nearly two hours ago. If nothing happens, there will be enough time--

"It's downstairs in your house."

A message popped up on WeChat, and Shen Yu almost didn't slide out the phone in his hand.

"Brother?" Shen Lan walked past the doubtful reminder with a bowl of washed vegetables.

Before Shen Yu could answer that he was okay, he suddenly heard a few polite knocks from the security door.

The two brothers and sisters immediately stiffened in place, their necks straightened, you look at me and I look at you, the complex messages are constantly being conveyed in their eyes, and they all ended in failure.

"Am I raising two big geese?" Mother Shen put down the kitchen knife and walked over and smiled. Before they could react, she shook her head and opened the door.

"Wait mom—"

"Mom wait—"

Shen Yu and Shen Lan said at the same time, but Mother Shen didn't seem to hear her, smiled and went straight to open the security door.

When Shen Yu arrived one step later, he saw Zhong Simo standing at the door with several paper bags of various sizes in his hand.

"Hello, Auntie, I'm Zhong Simo." He smiled and said hello politely.

"Little Zhong, welcome, come in and sit down." Shen's mother obviously saw Zhong Simo for the first time, but she behaved very naturally, politely but not affectionately letting Zhong Simo in.

Zhong Simo glanced at Shen Yu as he walked in the door, as if to say he was relieved.

"I'm coming, why are you still holding so many things?" Mother Shen said with one hand on the back of the chair before she took off her apron.

"I didn't know what you like when I came home for the first time, so I just brought some gifts." Zhong Simo didn't dare to relax and replied politely, and he glanced at Mother Shen as he spoke.

This was the first time he saw Shen Yu's mother. The other party's temper was obviously different from Shen Yu's, but his appearance was somewhat similar, and he looked like a temperamental person with a quick temper.

Fortunately, I have asked Xiaolan about a lot of information about Shen Yu's home. Zhong Simo put down the bag in his hand and said, "When I went abroad before, I saw a few Hermès with very good color combinations at the airport duty-free shop. Silk scarves, I think Shen Yu’s mother must be very beautiful and multiplied with them, so I bought them for your daily clothes."

"I remember that Xiaolan likes antique costume playthings very much. She asked her designer friend Shi Feng to customize a small dress with ancient elements and brought it to completion today. By the way, I also brought some books and manuscripts to my uncle."

"You were prepared early." Mother Shen smiled, meaning unknown.

"What manuscript?" Father Shen was a little curious when he heard the words.

Zhong Simo opened a gift bag and took out a few sealed papers that looked a bit old. "These are some of the manuscripts of literati during the Republic of China collected by my grandfather. I'm interested so I will bring it to you for research."

Shen Yu could almost see the eyes of his father's gold wire glasses lit up instantly, and then looked at Xiao Lan, who was eager to try the custom antique dress in Zhong Simo's mouth, and Shen mother who heard the silk scarf face eased a lot. , I secretly said in my heart that Zhong Simo is really a gift-giving ghost, and every word and every gift are sent to the hearts of his family.

In other words, for Zhong Simo, as long as he has the heart, there are almost no people he can't make friends with, and he obviously used twelve points of seriousness and sincerity with Shen Yu's family.

"Let me see." Father Shen, ignoring Zhong Simo's other identity, stepped forward and took the manuscript from him. The Shen family used to be regarded as a family of scholars. After graduating from the Chinese Department of Master's degree, Shen's father did not choose to find a job but inherited the family's old bookstore. However, in terms of various literary knowledge, he is not inferior to the Chinese professors in some universities. .

Carefully glanced at the contents of these manuscripts through the sealed plastic, Father Shen's eyes brightened, and he raised his head to look at Zhong Simo, "Who is your grandfather?"

Zhong Simo naturally uttered a name that was like a thunderous to the literary and academic circles, which made Father Shen's favorability suddenly increased by a level.

"Okay, don't squeeze at the door, go to the living room and sit down, I'm going to cook." Mother Shen interrupted the strange atmosphere.

"Does Auntie need my help?" Zhong Simo immediately rolled up his sleeves graciously and said that he could help.

"No, it's the first time I came to let people into the kitchen. Didn't I become a wicked mother-in-law." Mother Shen smiled, and turned back to the kitchen with a lip service, ignoring her son because This sentence blushed to his neck.

Zhong Simo was a person who never suffered a loss, but at this time, facing Shen's mother's secret run, he was obediently like a student, and he didn't say a word of rules.

"Little Zhong, come over and I'll talk to you." Father Shen said to Zhong Simo holding the manuscript, as if he wanted to ask him more about his grandfather.

Shen Yu suddenly felt that it was superfluous to stand on the spot. Before he could find his direction, he was ordered by Father Shen, "Ayu, go and make a cup of tea for the guest. This kid."

"Oh, oh." Shen Yu reacted, and went to pick up the tea pot on the museum shelf where the tea was kept in his memory.

"Brother, what is put there now is Dad's sesame paste." Xiaolan walked over and reminded.

Shen Yu had something on his mind. When he said that half of the jar in his hand almost slipped off, Zhong Simo on the side saw eye sickness and quickly reached out to catch the jar. Based on the height and position of the two, it happened to be one. Zhong Simo held Shen Yu with one hand in his arms.

"..." In the next second, Shen Yu hurriedly turned his head and walked away. On the contrary, Zhong Simo seemed to have nothing happened, with a face as usual with his arm retracted and the jar returned to its original position.

Father Shen watched this scene on the sofa behind and shook his head, not knowing what he was thinking.

Shen's father and Zhong Simo had overlapping interest circles. As soon as they sat down, they talked very happily. Shen Yu had to sit rigidly and listen to them from the Renaissance to cutting-edge art. Fortunately, Shen's mother's meal seemed to be just fine. After waiting for this moment, they were all on the table. A large family gathered around the table and ate a big meal, and the weight of the dishes seemed to have been prepared for Zhong Simo long ago.

After finishing their meal in this natural and undercurrent turbulent atmosphere, Shen Yu and Xiaolan were driven by Mother Shen to wash the dishes. Zhong Simo chatted with Father Shen for a while, and in a blink of an eye it was time to rest.

"Auntie, let me sleep on the sofa." Zhong Simo proposed actively.

The old house of the Shen family is not too big, with three bedrooms and two halls, three bedrooms, one for Shen's father and Shen's mother, one for Xiaolan, and one for Shen Yu. There are no extra rooms to entertain Zhong Simo.

"Which sofa do you sleep on?" Mother Shen shook her head, "My sofa is less than one meter and five meters long. Do you mean that you are abusing the director when you sleep on it?"

Zhong Simo immediately heard the string and kept silent, watching Mother Shen find a quilt from the cabinet and move it into Shen Yu's bedroom.

"I have cleaned your room all the time. The sheets and quilts have been washed. Please take a rest if you are late tonight." Mother Shen turned and left, leaving Shen Yu and Zhong Simo looking at each other.

"Is this the place where you used to live?" Zhong Simo asked after turning twice in this small bedroom.

"Well, I haven't come back to live very much since I was admitted to college, it's still the way it was in high school." Shen Yu said after Zhong Simo. They were standing in front of Shen Yu's bookshelf. In addition to extracurricular books, there were some cartoon figures and piles of teaching aid materials on the cabinet.

Zhong Simo picked up a gray question book and opened it. It was neatly filled with notes in different colors.

"It looks like a primary school bully." Zhong Simo smiled looking at the beautiful handwriting on the paper.

"I used to have good academic performance. If I went on to the art exam and got accepted by mistake, I guess I will read out the PhD now." Shen Yu casually joked.

"That won't work, what should I do if you don't know how to test?" Zhong Simo closed the booklet and put it back in place, reaching out to wrap Shen Yu's waist.

"So fate is really amazing." Shen Yu sighed. Looking at the things left over from the past can always make people feel a lot of emotions.

The Shen family's work and rest schedules have always been relatively regular. After washing and changing their pajamas, Shen Yu and Zhong Simo also turned off the lights and lay on the bed properly.

The bed in Shen Yu's room is not too big. Two tall men lying side by side with a width of one and a half meters are really a bit nervous, and they will touch their hands and feet when they turn over. After Mr. Yu turned over and over again for the first time, Zhong Simo couldn't help but stretched out his hand and pressed his shoulder.

"Can't you sleep?" Zhong Simo asked in a low voice, and the sound of aura and warmth hit Shen Yu's ear.

"Yeah." Shen Yu replied softly, "When I was in school, I never thought that one day I would lie on my bed holding hands with a man."

"...Puff." Zhong Simo laughed, and before Shen Yu didn't react, he lowered his head and bit his lip.

I don't know how long after the kiss ended, Shen Yu panted silently, still clinging to Zhong Simo's shoulder with both hands, controlling himself not to make a sound.

"Do you feel more real?" Zhong Simo asked with a smile in his ear.

Shen Yu didn't know if it was irritated, but Wen Yan grabbed Zhong Simo's neck and raised his head and lightly bit his throat, causing the person on him to take a breath.

"Do you know what you are doing?" Zhong Simo's voice was low and dangerous.

"Let you bully me, you dare not do anything here anyway." Shen Yu whispered and lightly licked Zhong Simo's Adam's apple.

The body temperature of the person above the body instantly heated up. The dead Mr. Yu hadn't reacted yet, suddenly he was grabbed by Zhong Simo and turned over and pressed himself on the bed, his big hot hand leaned directly into the hem of his pajamas and touched it down.

"I really thought I didn't dare to do with you?" Zhong Simo said while biting Shen Yu's earlobe.

Shen Yu was really nervous now, his whole body flushed, and he didn't dare to make too much noise to be heard by his parents and Xiao Lan, so he could not help but struggle and whispered to beg for mercy.

Enough lessons for a certain Mr. Yu who didn't know the height of the sky, Zhong Simo finally took a deep breath, let go of him, and Shen Yu immediately wrapped the quilt and rolled a few rolls against the wall to sleep well, for fear that Zhong Simo would pounce on it again.

"Can you sleep?" Zhong Simo asked softly, and Shen Yu tragically discovered that after all the troubles just now, certain places that shouldn't be mentally made it a dream to fall asleep peacefully.

"Come here, close your eyes." Zhong Simo stretched his hand over Shen Yu, this time his movements were extremely gentle.

The two quilts were combined into one at some point, and the other was kicked to the end of the bed alone. The two people in the room tried to suppress their voices and kissed and touched them. After some time, Shen Yu finally whimpered and buried his head. Zhong Simo quickly fell asleep on his shoulders.

The bright moonlight shone through some old curtains on the small bed in the house, reflecting his peaceful sleeping face.

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Thank you, Vicky, for the grenade, thank you, Lingling, for the mines, okay!

Let the little angels in the south take science, "mother-in-law" in our dialect means the husband's mother, so it is said that Shen's mother has taken advantage of the clock hhh.

In addition, everyone said that you want to see Maomao Fanwai, Shitou has already written a "Little Fish Sterilization" on Weibo as a welfare (yes, I am the devil). You can find all Fanwai guidance on Weibo on top of it~

Everyone, remember to leave a message to the stone after reading, otherwise I would be too deserted and pitiful QAQ