Chapter 57
The night sky was like a thick pool of ink, splashed about by a scholar. The moonlight was like a translucent gauze, slowly drifting down from the millstone.
Tiantian was snoring in his brother’s arms, his little face tilted up, his lips slightly parted.
Shen Xiuze carried him all the way back to the hotel, watching him smack his little lips in his sleep, as if he were eating some delicacy.
It wasn’t until he placed the little one on the bed that Shen Xiuze realized that Shen Tiantian was still holding his prop wooden fish.
One small hand was still tightly clutching the small wooden stick, remembering his duty as a little Taoist priest, as if he could tap you in his dream in the next second.
Shen Xiuze had watched Shen Tiantian’s live stream on the way. Now, looking at the little one’s appearance, he couldn’t help but find it amusing.
He placed Shen Tiantian’s small wooden fish aside, took off his heavy Taoist robe, and put on a comfortable and soft fleece-lined pajama.
Throughout the entire process, Shen Tiantian showed no signs of waking up. Even when Shen Xiuze wiped his face and feet, he kept his eyes closed, sleeping as soundly as a little pig.
After a busy period, Shen Xiuze finished tidying up Shen Tiantian and tucked him into the quilt.
Straightening up, Shen Xiuze let out a breath, feeling that Shen Tiantian was not like his little brother, but more like his son.
No, Shen Xiuze was a non-marriage person. He would never have a son in this life.
Perhaps this little thing, Shen Tiantian, would really have to take care of him in his old age.
Thinking this, Shen Xiuze found it a little funny. The corners of his lips lifted, and he tiptoed to the small living room in the suite.
He sat on the sofa. Before he could open his computer to work, his phone rang.
Shen Xiuze didn’t even have to look to know who was calling.
“Hahahaha! Shen Tiantian has changed his profession to be a little Taoist priest? Not bad, he looks the part. When are we sending him to a Taoist temple?”
The thought of having one less little devil at home made Shen Jinfeng’s mood soar.
Shen Xiuze held the phone a little further away to avoid hurting his ears.
After Shen Jinfeng finished laughing, he cleared his throat and spoke again, his voice as clear and cold as a biting wind in early spring.
“Where’s Shen Tiantian? Is he already asleep? Why is he so much like a little piglet, eating, drinking, and sleeping.”
Shen Xiuze was helpless. His gaze was fixed on the work on his computer, and he let out a soft scoff.
“You’re just showing off with your words.”
If he really said these things in front of Shen Tiantian, Shen Tiantian would definitely jump up and hit him.
Every time these two got together, it would always end in a fight and harsh words.
Shen Xiuze remembered very clearly that the last time they had breakfast together, Shen Jinfeng had been teasing Shen Tiantian.
In the end, it had inexplicably turned into a pillow fight.
Shen Xiuze was in a bad mood at the time and felt that Shen Jinfeng also needed to be taught a lesson. While the pillows were flying, he had secretly hit Shen Jinfeng a few times.
To this day, Shen Jinfeng still couldn’t forget the feeling of being beaten by his big brother with a pillow.
“I’m just concerned about Shen Tiantian. Didn’t Shen Yuanchuan say that we brothers should love each other? Can’t I be concerned about my little brother?”
Shen Xiuze couldn’t be bothered to deal with him. His fingers tapped on the computer desktop, paused for a moment, and then he asked:
“Where’s Dad?”
Shen Jinfeng was silent for a moment, then his tone unconsciously carried a hint of carefree and mocking.
“Who knows? He has so many female confidantes. Who knows where he is?”
In terms of private relationships, Shen Yuanchuan’s influence on Shen Xiuze and Shen Jinfeng was definitely not very good.
Growing up watching Shen Yuanchuan change women one after another, Shen Xiuze and Shen Jinfeng had been cold observers, and their emotional fastidiousness had risen to a perverted level.
Shen Jinfeng, in particular, was extremely disgusted with intimate relationships like love.
Every time Shen Yuanchuan changed his female companion, he would use the hypocritical guise of love, which was simply disgusting.
As the topic progressed to this point, neither Shen Xiuze nor Shen Jinfeng had any interest in continuing the conversation.
Shen Jinfeng hung up the phone, flipped through his phone’s call history, and saw the same number, which had been calling dozens or even hundreds of times a day.
Shen Jinfeng didn’t even have a note for this number.
His expression was silent, his face tense, his mind in a mess, his fingers unconsciously rubbing his phone.
Just then, the phone rang again. Shen Jinfeng’s finger accidentally tapped on it and answered the call.
“Jinfeng, you finally answered Mom’s call! Where’s your father? Is he with you? Let him answer my call!”
“Hurry up and let him answer the phone! We were so in love. How could we be separated by that little bitch?!”
“That little bitch, Jiang Ming. If it weren’t for her, how could Shen Yuanchuan and I have separated?”
Shen Jinfeng had heard these clichés since he was a child.
When he was young, Shen Jinfeng would occasionally be taken out by his mother and repeatedly told to secretly observe Shen Yuanchuan’s movements and report them to his mother at all times.
At that time, Shen Jinfeng was young and felt that his mother was very pitiful, unable to win Shen Yuanchuan’s affection no matter what.
But as he grew up, Shen Jinfeng felt that his mother had gone mad.
She was painfully and anxiously ill, constantly torturing herself, but the culprit, this executioner, was still at large and wouldn’t even spare a glance for the madwoman.
What’s the point? Shen Jinfeng thought.
A person like Shen Yuanchuan, the time he gave to his own biological son was just a “study hard” in the midst of his busy schedule. You still expect him to fall in love with you?
It’s simply ridiculous.
Shen Jinfeng took a deep breath, lowered his eyes, and held his phone.
“Have you taken your medicine? Is the nurse with you? Let her give you a sedative.”
A heart-wrenching roar came from the other end, shouting wildly:
“Why did you send me to the hospital? I’m not sick at all! I’m your biological mother. Are you just going to watch that woman, Jiang Ming, harm me?”
Shen Jinfeng really wanted to say that Jiang Ming was already in the past.
Now, the female companion by Shen Yuanchuan’s side had become Zhao Ming, Qi Ming, Wang Ming. It was no longer Jiang Ming!
But his mother wouldn’t listen. Her spirit had already completely collapsed. She was living in her own world, in unbearable pain, and no one could pull her out.
“That’s it then.”
Shen Jinfeng sighed and hung up the phone.
Shen Jinfeng flipped to a post that Shen Yuanchuan had posted a while ago. It was a picture of a toast at a banquet.
In the picture, Shen Yuanchuan was holding up a wine glass, and a slender hand was wrapped around his arm. It was clear that this was a new female companion.
Shen Jinfeng let out a cold scoff, and couldn’t help but think, why isn’t it Shen Yuanchuan who’s going to hell?
His eyes darkened. Shen Jinfeng suddenly realized that his own mental state was also a little worrying. He took a deep breath and opened the new episode of the variety show.
This episode had been released two days ago, but Shen Jinfeng hadn’t had time to watch it.
In the group game segment of the second episode of the variety show, Shen Tiantian was absent because he had to film.
So his live stream variety show time was a few minutes longer than the other children’s.
In this episode, neither Shen Jinfeng nor Shen Xiuze had much screen time. Most of it was Shen Tiantian alone.
But the word “lonely” was not in Shen Tiantian’s dictionary. He would quack like a duck, chase after little birds on the lawn, and wait obediently on the set for the actress’s older sister to feed him.
Shen Jinfeng watched and couldn’t help but wonder.
Is Shen Tiantian a yellow sponge?
How can he live so happily?
Just by watching on TV, Shen Jinfeng could be infected by this happy energy.
Shen Jinfeng felt that when Shen Tiantian grew up, he would definitely be an incredibly bright and radiant young man.
And such a young man would still have to call him “big brother.”
Shen Jinfeng inexplicably smiled, a warmth in his chest. For the first time, he felt the weight of the words “big brother.”
The weather was slightly cool, and a hint of dawn had just appeared in the sky.
Shen Xiuze woke up early and jogged back from the east side of the film city. As soon as he reached the hotel entrance, he saw Shen Jinfeng.
Shen Jinfeng was leaning against his car, looking down at his phone. When he saw someone stop in front of him, he looked up, and a hint of morning light seemed to have fallen into his eyes.
“Up so early for a morning run?” Shen Jinfeng stretched and asked.
Shen Xiuze looked at the dark circles under Shen Jinfeng’s eyes, frowned hard, and the curve of his lips straightened.
“You didn’t sleep all night?”
Although Shen Jinfeng was physically exhausted, his spirit was still very active. His soul was still jumping, and he felt that he could go for a ten-kilometer morning run with Shen Xiuze.
“It’s fine. I’m not very sleepy.”
Shen Xiuze let out a cold laugh, a hint of disappointment in his sharp, long, and narrow eyes. He wiped the sweat from his cheeks with a towel and took the elevator upstairs with Shen Jinfeng.
“You didn’t sleep all night just to drive to the film city hotel?”
Shen Jinfeng stood in a corner of the elevator, didn’t say anything, a dark circle under his eyes.
When they reached the hotel bedroom and opened the door, a small round ball pounced over with a roar.
“Bad guy! Take this!”
Shen Tiantian held the small wooden stick used to tap the wooden fish, wore a fleece-lined rabbit pajama, and struck a strange martial arts pose.
He had woken up to find that he had changed places, his small wooden fish was gone, and his Taoist robe had also flown away.
A thief must have entered the room!
The brave Tiantian found the small wooden stick that had fallen into a crack, and as soon as he opened the door, like a meatball, he bumped into the little thief’s leg with a duang duang.
Shen Jinfeng, who was walking in front, felt an unbearable pain in his leg.
His face twisted for a moment. He rubbed his knee, hissed, and tapped Shen Tiantian, who was still ramming into him with his head down.
“Look clearly. I’m your brother.”
Only then did Shen Tiantian look up. His round, beautiful eyes sparkled. Seeing the extremely dark circles under his second brother’s eyes, he exclaimed and quickly retreated.
“Second brother, you… you look like you’re about to die.”
Shen Tiantian obediently held his small hands, stood in front of Shen Jinfeng, and said in a weak, milky voice:
“Did… did I kill you?”
Is he that amazing now?
