Chapter eight hundred and forty-five called godfather!
Chapter 845: Call Godfather,
With the development of the times, various foreign cultures have invaded, and foreign festivals have become more important than our own festivals. The real Chinese Spring Festival has become a habitual festival. It is not to say that we don’t pay attention to it, but it is far from it. We have taken it seriously. After the family reunion dinner, countless young people ran out to have fun and spent less and less time at home. Gone are the days when we were children watching TV with our parents.
People's hearts have changed,
What has changed is society. The times have changed. How can people who stumble in the times stay calm?
As she said, Chen Xueqin rushed to the party without having a reunion dinner, stayed at home and played mahjong with a few housekeepers and servants. At three o'clock in the night, Chen Yifei finished the puzzle and gave it to the group of people who played mahjong all night. At midnight, this move shocked Chen Xueqin and his servants. They stood up in a hurry and said they didn't dare. Chen Yifei just smiled and waved.
"I've been working for the Chen family for a year. It's just a late night snack. You're welcome."
Not daring to say anything more, the servants played mahjong in fear, but Chen Xueqin smiled and reassured them.
After a midnight snack, Chen Yifei sat next to his sister and watched, occasionally making comments. The atmosphere was very harmonious.
It wasn't until six o'clock in the morning that everyone took a bath and rested. Chen Xueqin had taken a bath but did not go to rest. Instead, she changed into a pair of newly bought clothes and watched the Spring Festival Gala reruns with Chen Yifei in the living room.
She doesn't like watching the Spring Festival Gala, and she knows that Chen Yifei can't appreciate it, but what does it matter? What she wants is just the taste of home. Without her father's company, wouldn't she still have her brother? She simply can't imagine what the Chen family would be without Brother, how should I live this day?
Fortunately, my brother is strong enough and loves me enough.
Turning her head slightly to look at her brother's profile, which was far prettier than her own, Chen Xueqin was filled with happiness.
God is indeed partial to her brother, giving him a perfect appearance and wisdom that no one can match, but she is not envious because she knows that her brother is only partial to herself.
eight o'clock,
The Chen family home welcomed its first guest. Ling Hong entered the hall holding Chengcheng in her arms.
Back then, she was a frequent visitor to the Chen family. Even Mr. Chen was very fond of this straightforward and smart girl. If it weren't for Mai Changqing's relationship, he would have worked hard to bring Ling Hong and Chen Yifei together.
Now, the old friend revisited the old place, and there was a slightly unfamiliar smell on her face. When her eyes fell on the Chen family brothers and sisters, she nodded lightly,
"Sister Hong." Chen Xueqin went up to her with a cheerful face, took the child in her arms, and said with a smile, "My brother and I have been waiting for you for a long time."
"The child is a little fussy, that's why I came now." Ling Hong said slightly politely.
While talking, Chen Yifei also walked over,
He had a smile on his face and held the puzzle that took him a long time to complete. Seeing Ling Hong's eyes dodge a little, he said softly: "Happy New Year."
Ling Hong turned her face slightly and nodded gently: "Happy New Year."
Chen Yifei looked a little hesitant, but finally handed over the gift in his hand and said, "This is a gift for Chengcheng. I hope he will like it."
Ling Hong was stunned for a moment, looked at him erratically, waited for a moment before taking it, and said, "Thank you."
"Please sit down." Seeing Ling Hong take the gift, Chen Yifei secretly breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile,
Ling Hong nodded and took a seat. Chen Xueqin sat side by side with her. Chen Yifei ordered his servants to serve tea and sat across from the two of them.
On the first day of the Lunar New Year, the Chen family's Spring Festival atmosphere was relatively strong, and the two of them wore relatively festive clothes, which brought a warm impact to Ling Hong visually.
Chen Yifei's attitude was very affectionate, while Ling Hong's was a little cold. Of course, both Chen Yifei and Chen Xueqin were very satisfied with her attitude.
Time is a very vicious thing. It can dilute hatred and eliminate deep love, making people unknowingly let go of things they thought they could never let go. In Chen Xueqin's view, it was not her brother that Ling Hong hated, nor her brother. It's not the cause of the whole thing, but the result. But she still has a child, and she must live bravely and strongly. A woman living in hatred cannot give her child warmth and happiness, so she must escape from the shadow of hatred. come out,
How to get out,
Try to accept the person she hates. As long as she accepts it, she will untie her heart.
Chen Xueqin was very pleased with Ling Hong's change, and at the same time lamented that time is really good medicine.
While coaxing the child in her arms, Chen Xueqin took the initiative to find a topic to chat with, ensuring that the atmosphere in the living room would not become cold.
At first, Ling Hong was still a little resistant, but gradually, as the topic deepened and some interesting things from her childhood were involved, Ling Hong's eyes became filled with nostalgia and warmth.
Childhood memories are irresistible to anyone, no matter if she is a poisonous snake or a cold-blooded tyrant,
After chatting for a while, Chen Xueqin found that her brother's eyes fell on the child from time to time. This change made Chen Xueqin's heart soften.
She knew that her brother had always loved this child and wanted to hug him with her own hands.
Letting Ling Hong come and sit at Chen's house was the limit Chen Xueqin could do. Letting her brother hold the child, she didn't have the courage to ask Ling Hong.
But seeing her brother's eyes becoming gentler, Chen Xueqin felt quite uncomfortable. She turned her head slightly and saw Ling Hong drinking tea. She couldn't help but ask: "Sister Hong, please stay for lunch later. How good is my brother's craftsmanship?" Already."
Ling Hong was stunned for a moment, nodded with a smile and said, "No need to bother me then."
"What are you talking about? What is our relationship?" Chen Xueqin smiled slightly, teased the child and said, "Sister Hong, I bought a few sets of clothes by myself two days ago, but no matter how I look at them, they don't feel right. Can you help me?" I'll go and see if it's okay."
Ling Hong smiled and said, "You look beautiful no matter what you wear. What's so good about you?"
"Nonsense." Chen Xueqin said angrily, "I am not as naturally beautiful as you, Sister Hong. Besides, I also have a New Year's gift for you."
"Okay then." Ling Hong smiled and nodded.
"Then Chengcheng," Chen Xueqin mustered up her courage and said hesitantly, "let my brother take care of you for a while."
As soon as he finished speaking, the hall became eerily quiet.
Ling Hong's expression was a little stagnant, her beautiful brows were furrowed, and her soft beautiful eyes were hazy and subtle.
Chen Xueqin's heart beat faster, fearing that Ling Hong's refusal would hurt her brother's heart. After all, half a year after the birth of the child, her brother didn't even have a chance to see her. In addition, her brother's brotherly relationship with Mai Changqing must have meant that she wanted to take care of Chengcheng.
Such a wish seemed simple, but it was as difficult as reaching the sky. She had to be nervous.
Chen Xueqin made this request, and Chen Yifei looked at Ling Hong expectantly, his beautiful eyes filled with eagerness.
The three of them fell silent at the same time. Ling Hong's movements stopped. Then she slowly put down her tea cup, sighed softly, raised her eyebrows and said, "If Chengcheng cries, just let me know."
As soon as these words came out, Chen Xueqin's heavy heart finally relaxed.
After carefully handing the child over to Chen Yifei, Chen Xueqin took Ling Hong upstairs, leaving enough private space for the two men, the older one and the younger one.
Chen Yifei tremblingly caught the child, with complex expressions written all over his face that was so beautiful that women would envy them.
He has never held a child, but he is gentler than any woman who is a mother. His eyes are full of kindness and love, just like the child's father,
He sat on the sofa, gently caressed the child's cheek with his slender fingers like a piano, raised the corners of his lips slightly, and stared at the child's eyebrows.
He gently rocked the child so that the child could be more comfortable and at ease in his arms. Every move he made made people feel that he was willing to give everything for the child.
The child looked very much like his father. Chen Yifei stared at the child's facial features carefully, feeling a warm feeling in his heart.
But the child’s father is already dead,
He died in his own hands, and the child lost his father and could no longer feel his father's warmth.
He does not regret his decision, but he is full of apologies and self-blame for his children.
Holding the child in his arms, his cold and cruel heart melted completely, releasing deep love.
He gently lifted the child, rubbed the child's beautiful face sideways, closed his eyes slightly, and murmured in a complicated and emotional tone: "Chengcheng, call me godfather."
