The cool kiss carried the fragrance of eupatorium japonicum came and left as soon as it touched the lips.

Someone who had been waiting (anticipating) for a long time… just like this?

Wan Qiu seemed to have stolen a vicious cat. He rolled up his quilt and turned over, kicked his feet happily, and fell asleep contentedly.

Shan Yu stared at the tent ceiling in a daze for a long time, wondering why Wan Qiu didn’t stick out his tongue today. On the other hand, he felt that Wan Qiu was really a scumbag.

He ran away after kissing someone, turned his back to someone, and refused to cover him with a quilt. What else was he to be but a scumbag?

Shan Yu grabbed the corner of the quilt, pulled Wan Qiu, who was curled up and sleeping, into his arms, and said quietly and firmly: “I won’t let you have secret kisses anymore.”

What happened later was…

Shan Yu just settled in Wan Qiu’s room. He didn’t find any reason to stay overnight, and Wan Qiu didn’t chase him away again.

They were just like a normal couple, raising a baby three times a day, and the secret kiss every night made both of them very sweet.

The only thing that made Shan Yu feel melancholy was Lian Zhou.

The ignorant young master still looked like he wanted to have a cold war with Shan Yu to the end. He bluntly said that Shan Yu could only choose between him and Wan Qiu, otherwise he would never interact with each other until death.

This was like that stupid question that some idiot came up with, asking if his wife and mother fell into the river at the same time, which one he would save first.

What was this?

Wasn’t this unreasonable and forcing others to make things difficult?

When could love, family affection, and friendship be weighed on the same scale? Were they even comparable?

Could it be that for a person to live in this world, love alone was enough? Or was family affection enough? Or was just friendship enough?

Shan Yu had a sound personality and didn’t choose anything.

Not to mention that he was just in an ambiguous stage with Wan Qiu now, even if he was really with Wan Qiu, he would not make any compromise for anyone or anything.

Love and friendship were not in conflict, but Lian Zhou could not turn this corner.

Shan Yu had always wanted to find a suitable opportunity to have a good talk with Lian Zhou, and it happened that the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month was Lian Zhou’s birthday.

Although there was no Laba Festival here, Shan Yu still prepared the ingredients for making Laba porridge early, and went to a clothing store run by a time traveler to buy a few sets of the latest winter clothes. The one he chose was Lian Zhou’s favorite red color.

He thought that Lian Zhou was always homesick, so he went all the way to a famous tea house to buy dozens of tea leaves, wrapped them in red oil paper bags, and wrote a small blessing character.

As for other gadgets such as red envelopes, snacks, and storybooks, he didn’t need to list them one by one.

Wan Qiu looked at the carriage full of birthday gifts with envy.

He wanted to be jealous, but he didn’t have the energy.

Not to mention those expensive jewelry and clothes, just talk about the whole baskets of tea. What valuable things!

‘No matter how rich you are, you wouldn’t buy so much tea at once, right? How can people like them afford it?’

“My husband is so generous.” Wan Qiu stood at the door and whispered, “You have never spent so much money on me…”

Shan Yu laughed when he heard this: “They are not valuable things. If you want them, wait for your birthday. I can also buy them for you.”

These things were really nothing to Shan Yu, and he worried that Lian Zhou would just throw them away later.

In modern times, the Lian family was a tea merchant that had been in business for hundreds of years. It was extremely wealthy. Compared with the original pomp and circumstance when Lian Zhou celebrated his birthday in there, this was really shabby.

“Husband, do you know when my birthday is?” Wan Qiu pursed his lips, dug his fingers into the door frame, and answered firmly for Shan Yu: “You don’t know.”

After saying that, he turned around and entered the house. To say he wasn’t angry would be untrue; he was definitely in a petty mood.

Shan Yu searched the memory of the original owner but couldn’t find any information about Wan Qiu’s birthday. He followed him into the house and took a look. What a good boy! Wan Qiu was actually crying while holding the little bun.

“Look at you, it’s not like you don’t know what a bastard I used to be. I don’t even remember my own birthday; how can I know about others?”

Wan Qiu cried even more sadly: “But you know Lian Zhou’s.”

Shan Yu choked for a moment and couldn’t explain his relationship with Lian Zhou, so he wiped away Wan Qiu’s tears and said, “Don’t cry in front of the child, it’s not good.”

Wan Qiu sniffed, and sure enough, he saw that the little bun in his arms had deflated his mouth and was about to cry.

Shan Yu hugged the little bun and coaxed him, but the little guy kicked his calf and slapped him on the bridge of the nose with a snap.

Wan Qiu was startled, intuitively thinking Shan Yu might lose his temper, and said nervously: “The child is not sensible, husband, are you okay?”

Shan Yu shook his head and looked at the little thing waving his arms and staring at him with big eyes, raised his eyebrows: “What? Are you venting your anger for your mother?”

The little bun’s two big watery eyes looked at Shan Yu, and he called softly: “Dad~ Dad~”

Shan Yu lowered his head, and as soon as his lips kissed the little bun’s milky cheek, a strand of long hair beside his ear was pulled out.

“Hiss! It hurts!”

The child, who was under one year old, didn’t know where he got such strength. His little hands pulled Shan Yu’s long hair and refused to let go. Shan Yu tilted his head in pain and exhaled loudly.

In the end, Wan Qiu had no choice but to find scissors and cut off the strand of hair that was held by the little bun, and then he rescued Shan Yu.

“As expected, he crawled out of your belly. He knew he was here to defense you at such a young age.” Shan Yu hurriedly handed the little bun that was not very friendly to him back to Wan Qiu, grinning and rubbing his scalp: “You will have to handle him in the future.”

Wan Qiu burst into laughter and smiled, “He is also my husband’s child, and he cares about you too.”

Shan Yu smiled and said nothing, but couldn’t help but start thinking about a question.

If this little kid was not raised well, would he push his wheelchair down the hillside in the future?

“Husband…” Wan Qiu saw something wrong with Shan Yu’s face and said with some anxiety: “The child is ignorant, don’t be angry, I will teach him well…”

After all, they were father and son. If Shan Yu didn’t like the child, Wan Qiu would be very sad.

“Where are you thinking? Am I such an old man, how can I care about a child who is not even one year old?” Shan Yu smiled and continued the topic: “When is your birthday?”

Wan Qiu pursed his lips, not knowing whether he didn’t want to say or what was going on, but his expression was quite tangled.

“What’s wrong? Seeing that I didn’t remember your birth date, you’re going to get angry and don’t want me to celebrate you in the future, right?”

“No.” Wan Qiu was not a person who played tricks, so he whispered: “It’s unlucky…”

So… no need to mention it.

Shan Yu was surprised. After questioning for a long time, he found out that Wan Qiu was born on the fourth day of the Lunar New Year. Because “four” sounded like “death” in Chinese, this number was avoided.

Moreover, according to Wan Qiu, his mother died in childbirth on the day he was born, and he lost his father in the same year. Wan Qiu had been dependent on his grandfather since he was a child, and the old man was angry to death because of the separation. Therefore, in the eyes of some people, he was considered unlucky.

Shan Yu was shocked and felt an inexplicable pain.