She Came To My Concert

"Why do you call me aunt but call him brother?"

It's not that he wants to take advantage of Ling Chen, but he suddenly feels that he has grown older.

The little nephew blinked, not understanding what Zhu Wenshu meant.

"Then what should I call me?"

Zhu Wenshu looked at the phone, and Ling Chen tilted his head, looking at her with a half-smile, with an answer ready to come out in his eyes.

After the two looked at each other through the screen for a while, Zhu Wenshu leaned into his nephew's ear and whispered, "Uncle."

The little nephew looked at the phone ignorantly and jerky, unable to speak for a long time.

"Um?"

Ling Chen raised his eyebrows, "What exactly are you calling me?"

At this time, my aunt called Zhu Wenshu in the living room and asked her to eat.

So Zhu Wenshu said casually: "Just call me brother."

She raised her eyes and saw a faint smile in Ling Chen's eyes, so she repeated: "Brother."

The video call faltered due to the network, and at the last second, it was frozen at Ling Chen's expressionless face.

But if it wasn't for the freeze frame, Zhu Wenshu wouldn't have noticed that he was blushing a little.

Due to the large number of people, Zhu Wenshu's New Year's Eve dinner lasted for an hour and a half.

It wasn't until the TV remembered the singing and dancing at the opening of the gala that the family moved from the dining table to the living room one after another.

In recent years, the parties have become more and more unfriendly to middle-aged and elderly people, and most of the guests are young stars they don't know.

Only skits can slightly arouse the enthusiasm of the elders, while programs such as singing and dancing tend to be more conservative. The elders just listen to the sound, and most of them hold their mobile phones to grab red envelopes in various groups.

Zhu Wenshu was the only one in the whole living room staring at the TV seriously, not wanting to miss any shots of the guest seats.

After more than an hour, Ling Chen took the stage.

The little nephew ran around in front of the TV with the ball in his arms, frequently blocking Zhu Wenshu's sight, so she called him over and held him in her arms, not letting him go no matter how hard he struggled.

Finally, the little nephew gave up the struggle and lay peacefully in Zhu Wenshu's arms.

When looking at the TV screen, he suddenly pointed at Ling Chen and shouted, "Uncle!"

The adults on the side were distracted by the sound, and followed the little nephew to look at the screen.

"Oh, our Jiajia really thinks about my aunt." The aunt said with a smile, "This is the choice of uncle, so tell your aunt to work hard."

Zhu Wenshu stared at the screen in a lively atmosphere without speaking, laughing so hard that his eyes curled up.

Zhu Wenshu's mother raised her head from the phone, glanced at the TV, frowned and said, "Isn't this your high school classmate? What's his name?"

"Ling Chen."

Zhu Wenshu said, "Jade is that Chen."

"I know, I heard from your school teacher."

The little nephew was still shouting excitedly: "Uncle! Uncle!"

Zhu Wenshu's mother reached out and rubbed his head, and then joked: "If your aunt had worked harder in high school, maybe she is really your uncle now."

"What are you talking about with the kids?"

Zhu Dad answered, "I really talked to someone in high school, I don't think you will break his leg."

"You talk too much."

Mom glared at Dad, then suddenly turned her head and winked at Zhu Wenshu, "Did something happen in high school?"

"No ah."

Zhu Wenshu said with a smile, "We don't know each other well in high school."

Mom gave a "tsk" regretfully, "Thanks to you inheriting my looks, I fascinated all the boys in the class back in high school."

"Then I-"

Zhu Wenshu turned to look at his mother, "To seduce him?"

"What did you, a people's teacher, say?"

Mom slowly turned her head to stare at the screen, and smiled uncontrollably, "If there is a chance, it's not impossible."

"No chance, he has a girlfriend."

Zhu Wenshu said.

"forget about it."

Mom shook her head and watched the TV intently, "It's a pity, there is a chance, but such a handsome cabbage is taken away by other pigs."

"……mom."

Zhu Wenshu twitched the corner of his mouth, "I am that pig."

At half past twelve in the morning, the party ended with a chorus.

Uncle and aunt took their children home before ten o'clock, and grandparents and grandparents also left one after another, leaving only a family of three.

Since Huiyang banned fireworks, every New Year's Eve is extraordinarily quiet, and only distant suburbs can set off fireworks.

Zhu Wenshu was lying on the window sill looking at the faintly gorgeous sky, and new messages came in from his mobile phone, almost all of which were group-sent blessing messages.

After a while, under the urging of his parents, Zhu Wenshu went back to the room.

There were a lot of people posting on Moments tonight. After reading Zhu Wenshu for a long time, I only saw one posted by her mother more than two hours ago.

[Mummy]: My son-in-law! [Sunglasses][Sunglasses][Sunglasses]

The accompanying picture is Ling Chen on the TV.

Below are a few comments that Zhu Wenshu can see.

[Aunt Wang Hong]: Yo, we bumped into our son-in-law.

[Mummy replied to Aunt Wang Hong]:? ? ?

[Aunt Chen Feiyan]: My daughter also said that this is my son-in-law.

[Mummy]: Unified reply, this is really my son-in-law! ! We talked about taking him home for dinner some time ago.

Zhu Wenshu rolled on the bed, lying on the pillow, giving Ling

Chen called.

No one answered the first time, and he came back after a while.