eurekapd Chapter 958 Goodnight, Little Daddy
Chapter 958 Goodnight, Little Daddy
The courtyard of Jinjiangwan Villa was already brightly decorated, with red lanterns swaying gently in the breeze.
The crisp sounds of firecrackers and fireworks exploding could be heard from afar, and the laughter of neighbors drifted on the wind, carrying with it a strong festive atmosphere.
The bright sunshine added an extra touch of festive spirit to the New Year celebrations.
The old lady was wearing a crimson brocade cheongsam with gold embroidery, the collar and cuffs embroidered with lotus scroll patterns.
Shen Rou was also wearing a light purple satin cheongsam embroidered with magnolia flowers, with delicate pearl buttons adorning the collar.
As she walked, the hem of her skirt swayed gently, accentuating her graceful figure and complementing the old lady's dignified elegance, creating a scene reminiscent of a refined New Year's painting.
Shen Rou carefully helped the old lady and happily strolled around the yard watching the excitement.
Rong Shishan and Song Shijie were holding several red "Fu" characters and directing the security guards to post them everywhere.
Bright red "福" (good fortune) characters are pasted upside down on the main gate, the pillars, and the stone benches, creating a festive atmosphere everywhere.
Jiang Chengyu stood in front of the stone table, holding a large wolf-hair brush in his hand, writing a couplet.
The ink spread across the gold-flecked red paper, the brushstrokes vigorous and powerful. After finishing one piece, he waved to Xiao Wu.
Xiao Wu quickly ran over and carefully lifted the corners of the couplet to the side so that the ink could dry.
May your family be filled with joy and prosperity, and may your descendants' virtues bring you good fortune for generations to come!
Song Shijie leaned over to take a look, read the couplet aloud, and clapped his hands in praise.
"Beautiful calligraphy! Beautiful meaning! Cheng Yu, well written!"
Upon hearing Song Shijie's praise, Jiang Chengyu dipped his brush in ink, preparing to write a painting.
Then a familiar voice came from the front door: "Dad, Mom, Grandma, we're back!"
Song Shijie turned around abruptly, and everyone in the courtyard looked in the direction of the sound—
Mu Xiaoji and Xiao Yue, dressed in brand-new bright red Tang suits with gold trim on the cuffs, each carrying a swaddled baby, were walking into the courtyard with smiles on their faces.
The gold thread embroidered on the swaddling clothes shimmered in the sunlight, making the smiles on the two people's faces even warmer.
"Oh my goodness, my grandson and granddaughter-in-law are finally back!" The old lady beamed.
Pulling Shen Rou forward, she said, "Let Grandma see, have you added two more playmates for our little rascal?"
Xiao Yue smiled and nodded, turning slightly to let the old lady see the children in her arms: "Yes, Grandma, look, they are twins, a boy and a girl."
"Twins?" Shen Rou leaned forward in surprise, reaching out to lift a corner of the blanket to see chubby little faces.
With her little lips pouting, she looked incredibly cute: "Oh my, this is truly a joyous occasion, a perfect match!"
"Dragon and phoenix twins..." Jiang Chengyu repeated in his mind, his smiling face instantly freezing.
Looking at Mu Xiaoji's face, beaming with joy at the birth of her son, she was so proud and composed.
At that moment, Jiang Chengyu felt a chill rush up from the soles of his feet and spread to his limbs and bones, making even his fingertips tremble with cold.
His left hand, which was holding the brush, trembled, and with a "thud," the wolf-hair brush fell to the ground, the ink from the tip splashing onto the bluestone slab, spreading into a small, dark stain.
The surrounding noise seemed to fade away all at once, and he could only hear a dull thud in his chest, as if something was being squeezed tightly, making it hard to breathe.
“Little Daddy, are you writing couplets? I want to write one too!” Jiang Shuo’s voice broke his daze.
The little guy, wearing a red jacket, skipped over and picked up the calligraphy brush from the ground.
Jiang Shuo dipped his brush in ink, just like Jiang Chengyu. His small body stood straight, and when his wrist was raised, he was surprisingly steady, unlike a child.
The pen tip landed on the red paper, a single dot like a boulder falling from a high peak, a horizontal stroke like a thousand-mile-long array of clouds.
His seemingly immature strokes concealed a powerful drive; as he approached the end, he suddenly paused.
The ink spreads in a small patch on the paper, but it doesn't look messy at all. Instead, it has a kind of neatness that brings the landscape to a close.
Those who saw it were secretly amazed: the spirit with which this child wrote was truly magnificent.
May your family be reunited in perfect harmony, and may you be blessed with the arrival of a perfect pair of dragons and phoenixes!
After Jiang Shuo finished writing, he placed the wolf howl on the pen mountain. Holding up the red paper to show everyone, his little face was full of pride.
"Grandpa, Grandma, Great-Grandma, how do you think my writing is?"
Everyone was amused by him and praised him, saying, "You've truly inherited Cheng Yu's talent; your words are full of boldness!" The laughter and joy in the courtyard grew even stronger.
Jiang Chengyu stood beside the stone table, looking at the neatly symmetrical couplet.
She then looked at Mu Xiaoji and Xiao Yue, who were surrounded by the crowd, and unconsciously curled her fingertips, her nails digging deeply into her palms.
Just as Jiang Chengyu was gripped by a sense of helplessness and defeat, Mu Xiaoji walked towards him, carrying the swaddled baby, her steps steady.
His face wore that familiar, gentle smile, but his voice exploded like thunder in your ears:
"Little monster, look, our child is just waiting for you to name him/her."
"No—!" Jiang Chengyu roared, his blood seemingly freezing instantly.
He sat up abruptly on the pristine white bed, his chest heaving violently, his heavy breathing particularly clear in the quiet bedroom.
Cold sweat trickled down his forehead and down his cheeks, soaking his temples. The back of his pajamas was also soaked with cold sweat, clinging to his skin with an icy chill.
He stared blankly at his trembling hands, the fingertips still lingering with the ethereal chill of his dream.
My heart was pounding wildly in my chest, as if it were about to burst my ribs.
Jiang Chengyu looked down at himself; he hadn't washed up at all. After dinner, he went back to his bedroom, intending to lean against the mattress and glance at the day's news.
My phone screen was completely filled with live reports of the opening ceremony of Longteng Film and Television's new drama, with headlines that were more eye-catching than the last, bombarding my vision like a rotating scrolling video.
He thought to himself, with such a big hype, the box office will probably be high when the film is released.
Unexpectedly, as I watched, my eyelids grew heavier and heavier, and I fell asleep.
He let out a long sigh, removed the pillow he had been holding, and stepped barefoot onto the cold floor as he walked into the bathroom.
Hot water cascaded down, and the rising steam quickly blurred the glass door.
He took off his clothes and let the warm water wash over his body, as if trying to wash away the inexplicable desires that had accumulated in his heart.
The water slid over his bruised wrists, down his shoulders, and he raised his hand to touch the bite marks of varying depths—
It was a mark left by Mu Xiaoji when they parted the day before yesterday, settling an old score. Now, it shimmered faintly red in the water.
As my fingertips traced that patch of skin, a complex feeling suddenly welled up inside me.
It's like a spilled spice jar—sour, astringent, and a little bit of indescribable sweetness, all mixed together, weighing heavily on my heart.
After Jiang Chengyu finished washing up, he was wrapped in a large white bath towel, water droplets dripping from his hair and spreading a small wet patch on his shoulder.
He walked to the sofa, sat down, picked up the wine bottle and glass on the table, and poured half a glass of amber-colored liquid.
He gently swirled the glass with his left hand, the liquid rippling on the glass. He tilted his head back and drank it all in one gulp, his Adam's apple bobbing as he let out a slightly tipsy, relaxed laugh.
My phone suddenly rang with a WeChat video call ringtone. The melody was both familiar and unfamiliar—I hadn't heard it for more than half a year.
They had just video chatted during dinner, and now the little guy was calling again. Jiang Chengyu's lips twitched almost imperceptibly. He wondered what the little guy wanted this time.
He had just gotten up to grab his phone when the doorbell rang with a soft, whimpering sound.
Jiang Chengyu first went to the bedside table and answered the video call. Jiang Shuo's bright and sparkling eyes immediately appeared on the screen.
He asked with a smile, "Sweetie, don't you have school tomorrow? Why aren't you asleep yet?"
Turning around and opening the door, Shengxue happily ran in, wagging her tail, and rubbed her head against his legs, her fluffy tail tickling him.
"Big brother personally led the new film crew to celebrate the start of filming today?" Jiang Shuo's voice was filled with excitement, his eyes shining like stars.
Jiang Chengyu walked back to the sofa and sat down, casually opening a drawer and taking out some dried carrots.
He fed Shengxue before slowly replying, "Hmm, it seems you're highly regarded by this big brother!"
“He promised me that himself, I didn’t force him.” Jiang Shuo said matter-of-factly, his chin slightly raised.
Jiang Chengyu's lips curled into a smile, a hint of amusement in his eyes: "Hmm, you didn't pressure him, he's the one who owes you. Judging by this sum, it's no small amount!"
"I won't let him suffer!" Jiang Shuo patted his chest, speaking with great confidence. "I'll give him all the money we make after the film's release; I won't take a single penny."
"You're so magnanimous, darling! You truly are a man of steel." Jiang Chengyu praised him with a smile.
At this moment, it really felt like going back to the time when I was taking care of my son. The father and son were not only father and son but also playmates, and they could talk freely and without restraint.
"By the way, little father," Jiang Shuo suddenly changed the subject, looking puzzled.
"Why isn't Uncle Gu Ze here today? Do you have to go in person?"
Jiang Chengyu smiled upon hearing this, and happily stroked the head of the little white horse, Shengxue:
"Heh, even Chou Bao found out? Nothing can escape your discerning eyes."
Gu Ze caught a cold and had a fever last night, and he fell into a coma. I didn't have any other options at the moment, so I thought of something!
Anyway, I'm the main character, so it'll be more impactful if I appear on screen myself. I'll go with Master Jing and Feng Tao to save the day.
"Hopefully, Uncle Gu Ze can showcase his superb acting skills later on. Your aura is something that not everyone can have."
As Jiang Shuo spoke, a layer of worry suddenly appeared on his young face, and he continued to explain:
"That's why I recognized you, not Uncle Gu Ze, at a glance today."
That hint of worry concealed an unmistakable seriousness, as if Jiang Chengyu had quietly etched the strict rules he had set for him since childhood into his very bones, leaving no room for oversight.
Looking into those clear yet stubborn eyes on the screen, Jiang Chengyu's heart suddenly softened.
She tapped the edge of her phone lightly with her fingertips, reassuringly saying, "Don't worry!"
With his many years of acting experience, Uncle Gu Ze will not disappoint you.
Furthermore, his background and experiences have been very difficult, and he has a strong desire for autonomy.
Otherwise, if you were to develop severe depression and go to Renxin Hospital, your father and I wouldn't have had such an easy time treating you.
Besides, with your older brother's intimidating presence, he wouldn't dare to make a mistake.
Upon hearing Jiang Chengyu's analysis, Jiang Shuo felt it made sense; the intimidation Teng Zijing instilled in ordinary people was indeed something very few could withstand.
He nodded and said, "Goodnight, little daddy!"
"Goodnight, my little darling!" Jiang Chengyu's lips curled up, revealing a handsome smile.