socalfunplaces Chapter 447 Family Documentary
Chapter 447 Family Documentary
Wen Han originally thought that this minor injury was unnecessary to care about, and it would heal in a few days. He was not so delicate when he was injured on the Death Island, and he would just bear with it. He still needed to apply medicine to this minor injury. If Fang Cheng and others knew about this, they would laugh at him.
But Jiang Zongnan would not tolerate rejection. He pressed him forcefully onto the sofa, rolled up his trousers, applied a thick layer of plaster, and stroked the injured knee with his warm fingers. The red and swollen wound felt a little hot as the medicine penetrated. Wen Han's toes shrank slightly and he lowered his eyes to look at Jiang Zongnan. He half-knelt in front of the sofa and applied medicine to him carefully, as if he was treating a treasure. Wen Han was not used to the feeling of being treated like a treasure. It was strange and unfamiliar. In fact, having been with Jiang Zongnan for so many years, he could often feel that he was being cared for by Jiang Zongnan. He was really a good brother, very responsible and responsible, a brother that all his younger brothers would admire and respect.
But he always hypnotized himself that all the care and love were for Jian Yuxing, and all he got in return was disgust and abandonment. As time went by, he no longer had any illusions.
Jiang Zongnian's movements were very polite. After applying the medicine on him, he put down his rolled-up pants and said, "Apply a plaster in an hour. You rest in your room. I'll come to have lunch with you at noon."
Before Wen Han could refuse, Jiang Zongnan left.
Wen Han, "..."
His stomach was hungry before noon, so he put on his coat, put on a scarf and went out. As soon as he opened the door, he saw Jiang Zongnan leaning against his door with his hands in his pockets, wondering what he was thinking. He was a little surprised to see him go out. He raised his hand and glanced at the watch. It was an hour earlier than the time they agreed to go out for dinner together. Jiang Zongnan's eyes dimmed. It was true that Wen Han was perfunctory to him. She secretly wanted to escape and even felt annoyed with having dinner with him.
"What are you doing standing at the door?"
"Wait for you!"
"You won't stand at the door all the time, will you?" Wen Han frowned. The wind in the corridor was quite strong and not as warm as indoors. He wouldn't stand at the door like a fool, would he?
"Just arrived!" Jiang Zongnian was a little depressed, "Where are you...going?"
"I'm hungry. Where can I go at this time?" Wen Han didn't notice that his brother was in a low mood. He consumed so much calories in the snow, and he didn't have the habit of storing snacks, so he was already hungry.
Jiang Zongnan's heart settled down, and he followed Wen Han with a smile. He was now the kite string in Wen Han's hand. He would rise and fall with Wen Han, and no matter where he went, he would be in Wen Han's control. But he was still willing to do so.
"Have you applied plaster to your knee?"
The plaster was obviously brought by Jiang Zongnian from home. It smelled of Chinese medicine. Wen Han disliked it and didn't apply it. He said sullenly, "I applied it."
Jiang Zongnan also believed it.
He was afraid of annoying Wen Han, so he didn't ask any more questions. If he didn't know his and Jian Yuxing's identities, he would have asked Wen Han to roll up his pants so that he could check them.
Because it was a holiday, the restaurant had ski enthusiasts from all over the world, and it was a small social gathering. Many people were not here for the first time, and occasionally they would run into familiar faces. Wen Han was quite worried about running into familiar faces. If someone from Jiangcheng came to vacation and saw him and Jiang Zongnian, and if his father heard about it when he returned home, he would never be able to clear his name even if he jumped into the Yellow River.
Fortunately, this is a ski resort that European locals like, and it is not particularly famous. It is organized by ski enthusiasts or people from ski clubs. There are relatively few Asians, and even if there are, except for people in their circle, it is difficult to recognize Jiang Zongnian. President Jiang is very aloof in Jiangcheng. Like Gu Zhen, he rarely attends messy parties. He is firmly in a high position in the world of fame and fortune. Without a certain status, you can't get in front of President Jiang. Wen Han was a little nervous at first, but he was not so nervous after thinking it through.
He looked at Jiang Zongnan who was eating calmly opposite him and couldn't help sulking. Jiang Zongnan was the one who confessed his sexual orientation in front of his father and was beaten. He should have been terrified and panicked, so why did he become the one who was uneasy?
"How do you want to spend New Year's Eve?" Jiang Zongnan asked.
The day after tomorrow is New Year's Eve.
"Sleeping in the hotel." Wen Han replied indifferently.
Jiang Zongnian smiled and said, "If you don't have a plan, I'll arrange it."
Wen Han, "..."
It was freezing cold and he didn't want to move.
Jiang Zongnian didn't want to take Wen Han out in the freezing cold, lest he catch a cold. "How about having hot pot in the hotel and making dumplings? Haven't you always wanted to make dumplings?"
Wen Han, "Making dumplings? Here?"
"Yeah!" Jiang Zongnian smiled, "In recent years, it's Ah Xing who has spent New Year's Eve at the Jiang family, not you, right?"
Wen Han's expression froze. Jiang Zongnan had guessed right. He hadn't spent New Year's Eve at the Jiang family for so many years. He would switch back with Jian Yuxing when New Year's Eve was approaching. Jian Yuxing had asked him several times to spend the New Year at the Jiang family, but Wen Han was unwilling to do so.
Making dumplings is a family activity during the New Year in Jiangcheng, and it often symbolizes reunion. Wen Han felt that he was a lonely person, so he could only envy and be jealous, and had never participated in it.
"Two years ago, when the Chinese New Year was approaching, you were still in Jiangcheng, walking with Dad, and happened to meet a reporter for an interview. After the reporter interviewed Dad, he asked you what you liked to do most during the Chinese New Year. Do you still remember?"
Wen Han froze. Of course he remembered.
He told the reporter, "I like making dumplings with my family the most. It's a happy time together."
Unless Secretary Jiang goes to the grassroots level or visits the masses on New Year's Eve, he will definitely stay at home and make dumplings with them. He will do everything himself, from kneading the dough to mixing the stuffing. The children in the Jiang family have also developed the habit of making dumplings together during the Chinese New Year.
"How did you know it was me?"
That was his last day before returning to Europe before the New Year. He hadn't even waited until New Year's Eve, and he wasn't ready when reporters asked him about it, because he was alone every New Year and had no New Year activities, so he talked about the thing he longed for and looked forward to the most in his heart.
"You and Ah Xing are too much alike, and the memories of growing up over the past twenty years are too long. I can't say that I can tell exactly when you were around me. So, I watched all the family videos." Jiang Zongyan said lightly.
Wen Han, "..."
Mrs. Jiang was a woman who particularly loved to record life. She took numerous family videos and recorded many life moments of the four of them, father and son. It was unknown how many documentaries she could make.
"You saw it all?"
"Yeah, I saw them all!"
Wen Han blurted out, "Are your eyes okay?"