The festive air of the New Year had not quite faded when Jiang Xun and Shen Wangjing moved back to East City Villa.
Claiming that "the servants are on holiday during the first lunar month, so there's no one to look after our little brother," Jiang Huaixiao and Jiang Yanchu followed them over, laden with bags.
Jiang Xun slept until he woke naturally every day, and Shen Wangjing was responsible for digging him out of bed. The boy in his arms kept his eyes shut and acted up, hanging his arms around Shen Wangjing's neck and playing dead. Only after being carried into the bathroom would he open his eyes a crack.
Jiang Huaixiao could not bear to watch and hid his face behind a newspaper at breakfast for an entire week.
Jiang Yanchu had already learned how to save himself. Whenever he stumbled upon something he should not see, he silently turned and went to the kitchen to boil eggs. By the time he returned, the eggs were peeled perfectly smooth. He handed them to Jiang Xun without eating a single bite himself.
Duan Qizhao went back to his hometown with his parents for the New Year and only returned to Capital City on the fifth day. Before he had even got out of the car, he was clamoring to organize their first hotpot meal of the year.
Shen Yuxing flew back from Hong Kong City on the seventh. His small face looked a little fairer and clearer than before he left, and at Duan Qizhao's insistence, he moved into East City Villa too.
The four young men, along with the two older brothers, thoroughly enjoyed themselves at almost every fun spot in Capital City.
Hot springs, skiing, escape rooms-they even braved the crowds at two temple fairs.
Happy