The red envelope kept Kan Jun in a good mood for several days. The lanterns outside were bright red, and his mood was also bright red. He rarely got up early. He lay in bed, flipping through the newspaper that was just delivered this morning, and he could see the boy's profile when he turned his head.
The boy grew up, and the fine hair on his face had completely disappeared, but his skin was still very white. When he curled up in the quilt, his wrist was also white, and you could still see the red marks on it from being sucked.
Kan Jun stretched out his hand and compared it. The boy's arm was much thinner.
As he was pulling the quilt, there was another crackling noise outside. Someone's family had woken up and were busy going to the grave to burn some paper money for their ancestors.
Brian was also awakened by the sound. He yawned and half-emerged from the bed. He didn't lean towards the head of the bed, but leaned directly against the man, his eyes half-opened, "Uncle Kan?"
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