Yan Yuzheng remembered a smell when he was twelve years old - cedar, refreshing, with a hint of amber warmth after being heated by body temperature. That was the smell of Shen Cheng'an, the temporary tutor hired by his father who was twelve years older than him and smiled tenderly at everyone.
Twenty-four-year-old Shen Cheng'an stayed in the Yan family for four years. When he left, he only took away a drawer of gifts that Yan Yuzheng had not sent out.
We met again seven years later. Shen Cheng'an came through the snowy night carrying two shopping bags, unzipping his coat, stuffing strawberries into the refrigerator, and telling him to remember to take his medicine as he did in the past. He is still so gentle, so gentle that there is no flaw in him. He was so gentle that Yan Yuzheng realized that what he wanted from beginning to end was not an "uncle".
But Shen Chengan looked at him with too clean eyes. That kind of clean, elder-like warmth without any impurities is more difficult to grasp than rejection.
Yan Yuzheng put the pair of leather shoes on the second floor of the shoe cabinet, sprayed the bottle of perfume called "Ji Ye" on his wrist, and swallowed back what was about to overflow every time Shen Chengan called him "Xiao Yu."
He knew it was a dead end. But he has never been one to take detours.
Intent: How to conquer the straight uncle