Lu Anzhi originally thought that Huo Zhiyan had arranged this return to her old home, but unexpectedly she mistakenly blamed him.
He himself was forced back by the old lady.
In order to squeeze out a week-long vacation from work, Huo Zhiyan spent almost 24 hours a day at the company some time ago, sorting through all the large and small projects before he could successfully return to his hometown to celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival.
No wonder the dark circles under his eyes were so heavy when I saw him the day before yesterday.
"A week? Seven days!"
Lu Anzhi hid in the pavilion in the center of the artificial lake and shouted to the sky: "Huo Zhiyan, you mean I want to be with you 24/7?"
"That's right." Huo Zhiyan quietly threw a handful of fish food into the lake. He looked refreshed and talked more.
The corners of his lips curved: "If you want to scold Huo Shiyu, she was the one who suggested to the old lady that we should stay in the old house more often to cultivate our relationship."
"Haha..." Lu Anzhi looked at the fish in the lake in a daze: "She deliberately pushed me away to pave the way for Lin Miao's variety show, right?"
"clever."
It was rare for Huo Zhiyan to praise her face to face. He glanced at Lu Anzhi and then looked away: "Originally, the old lady didn't pay attention to her. I heard from Uncle He that she went to Zhengding Temple two days ago and turned around and gave it to me. Call me and ask me to take you back to stay for a few days."
"Zhengding Temple?" Lu Anzhi rolled her eyes: "Old lady still believes in Buddhism?"
"She believes in unscientific things."
Huo Zhiyan put down the fish food, turned around and sat on the stone bench: "You don't have to be so stressed, it's just like before, just cope with it for a few days."
For him, the old house is the place where he grew up. When he is not busy at work, he occasionally comes back to stay for a few days. It is nothing special.
Lu Anzhi smacked her lips. She felt that as soon as Huo Zhiyan returned to his old house, his whole person's state of mind relaxed. It was obviously different from the usual feeling of being tense no matter where he went.
There was less anger in his eyes, and he looked much more pleasing to the eye.
Today he wore a loose white shirt, a very casual style, with the collar slightly open, revealing a very beautiful Adam's apple, and the looming collarbone could be seen vaguely.
Further down...
"Gudong"
Lu Anzhi heard her own swallowing sound.
She simply put away those troubles, raised her body slightly, tried to look deeper, and changed the subject in a subtle way: "Your clothes are very..."
"What's so special?" Huo Zhiyan lowered his head and pulled up his collar, making his collarbone more obvious.
Lu Anzhi looked away and said perfunctorily: "It's nothing, it's quite beautiful."
But she was murmuring in her heart, it was already exposed, so she couldn't be more generous, and open the neckline wider, she liked the breasts the most.
Her thoughts flew farther and farther, and it actually reminded her of the scene when Huo Zhiyan was carrying her on his back after she was burned in the Huo Manor, and she blatantly ate someone else's tofu.
Lu Anzhi looked at her palms subconsciously.
Well, Q bomb.
Endless aftertaste.
No, while she is in the old house these days, since she has to play the role of a loving couple, she might as well find a way to take advantage of this dead man. If she doesn't touch him a few times, she won't have this opportunity when the contract expires.
How can I meet a male Bodhisattva with such a good figure in the future?
Lu Anzhi thought about it more and more, and the corners of her mouth raised unconsciously.
Huo Zhiyan, who was sitting opposite, suddenly knocked on the stone table with his finger: "You don't use your eyes when you should use them, but you can see very far when you shouldn't use them."
"ah?"
Lu Anzhi quickly put away her expression, walked to the lake as if nothing had happened, and continued to look at her palms: "What are you talking about? I just want to see if my lifeline can live to be a hundred years old."
…
The old man and the old lady didn't have the habit of having lunch. They usually had brunch together, so Lu Anzhi and Huo Zhiyan had to make do with each other for lunch.
But in the evening, everyone still has to sit at the same table to eat.
In order to meet her elders, Lu Anzhi specially changed into a plain blue dress. The clothes were a very regular Chinese shirt. The buttons on the collar blocked her neck tightly. It was very conservative but attractive.
After sitting down, Huo Yinghua's eyes flickered to the two of them, then returned to Lu Anzhi and stayed for a few more seconds. He seemed to be very satisfied with her outfit today.
The old lady still has a cheerful face. As long as she sees the children coming back to see her, she is happy all the time.
During the dinner, the old lady kept urging Lu Anzhi to eat: "Anzhi, try this crispy chicken. In order to take care of us two old guys, the kitchen has stewed it a little softer. You can try it."
Lu Anzhi nodded obediently: "Okay grandma, thank you grandma."
"Also, the Longjing shrimps are very well cooked. Ayan, why don't you quickly give An Zhi a few spoonfuls?"
Huo Zhiyan was also very cooperative: "Okay grandma."
Both of them looked polite.
"Tsk!" The old lady was a little unhappy: "What are you doing, eating with the leader? So serious, people who don't know would think that my old lady with eight heads can eat people."
Hearing this, Lu Anzhi immediately laughed out loud and took over the words: "What grandma taught me is that Ayan should be taught a lesson the most. He asked me to eat and sleep without saying a word. If I say a word more, I will be punished." He cursed."
Huo Zhiyan paused with his chopsticks and quickly raised his eyes to look at grandma.
As expected, the old lady glared at him: "Oh, you are so capable, how dare you use rules to suppress your wife?"
"No...no." Huo Zhiyan's tone was a little panicked, and he immediately said, "My grandpa taught me. Grandpa taught me to obey the rules and respect etiquette in everything I do since I was a child."
"Bah!" The old lady glared at him, then turned to glare at Huo Yinghua: "Your grandfather taught you how to treat guests like this, can you treat your wife like this? Look at when he pressured me to obey the rules. ?”
Huo Yinghua coughed a few times, lowered his eyes and chuckled: "Okay, let's eat. It's a rare time for the children to come back. Didn't I promise you to stay for a week this time? Everyone, please relax and don't be restrained."
Lu Anzhi glanced at her grandfather secretly. She rarely saw him speak. Whenever he spoke, he would make concluding remarks.
Sure enough, ginger is still spicy.
Several people didn't dare to say anything. Lu Anzhi didn't dare to do anything too presumptuous for the time being, except for taking the opportunity to ask Huo Zhiyan to pick up food and pour water for her.
After dinner, the old couple went out for a walk as usual, asking Lu Anzhi and Huo Zhiyan to follow them.
The two old men walked in front, and they subconsciously fell behind.
Several servants were more sensible and followed him ten meters away.
Lu Anzhi felt very comfortable enjoying the evening breeze in the countryside. From time to time, she would turn back and talk to Huo Zhiyan about something.
The two people moved and fell silent. Lu Anzhi couldn't stop, either skipping to the roadside to pick wild flowers, or picking up a stick and waving it around, while Huo Zhiyan kept putting one hand in his pocket and not squinting.
It's as if everyone is going his own way, and it doesn't feel like he's on the same road at all.
Compared with them, the two old people were obviously much more affectionate. The old lady walked slowly, but Huo Yinghua was always by her side with his hands raised to help her, as if protecting a rare treasure, for fear of being bumped.
Although Lu Anzhi didn't say anything, he saw everything with his peripheral vision.
She had never seen her mother since she was a child, let alone what a loving couple should look like, so when she saw this scene, she felt a sense of warmth in her heart.
But she didn't know what to say or who to tell about this little thought, so she could only wave the stick in her hand to destroy the wild flowers on the roadside.
After they walked for a long time, the old lady suddenly turned around, clicked her tongue, and shouted to the two of them in a high-pitched voice: "What are you doing? Is it okay to hold hands? Hold your hand..."
