Scum attack, your father is here!

Chapter 27 "Daddy loves you very much."

Qi Yousui never thought that one day, he and Zhong Xue would stand in the same room calmly.

As if he had been hit in the head by a shot, his pupils were slightly dilated, holding vegetables in his left hand and flour in his right, his legs were rooted, and he stood at the door dully, looking at Qi Qingyun and Zhong Xuejin They talked to each other for a while, and watched Zhong Xue stretch out her fingertips naturally, and rolled up Qi Qingyun's cuffs, and picked up the scarf on the sofa, and tied it up for her.

The attitude and demeanor of the two of them were so natural that Qi Yousui couldn't even intervene. He felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.

Specifically, it’s, well, weird, another look.

He stared at Zhong Xuejin's face for a while, and after a long time, he felt a little anger belatedly, subconsciously clenched his fists, his chest heaved, his cheeks flushed——

Qi Qingyun didn't tell him in advance, so she called Zhong Xuejin over for dinner!

A sense of grievance and subtlety of being betrayed suddenly rushed to my heart like a tide, washing away the joy just now, and the string called reason suddenly snapped, Qi Yousui's eyes turned red, and he snapped the vegetable Crashing and throwing everything on the ground, I turned around angrily and wanted to leave.

His excessive movement attracted the attention of Qi Qingyun who was wearing an apron. The other party stepped into the kitchen and retracted his feet, and gave Qi Yousui a strange look:

"what happened to you?"

"Nothing!" Qi Yousui opened the door angrily, glanced at Zhong Xuejin who was standing in front of him from the corner of his eye, and the more he looked at him, the more annoying he became, and he said angrily:

"With him without me, with me without him, I'm leaving!"

Even though he said so, his footsteps were nailed to the ground as if rooted, his wrist on the doorknob trembled slightly, and a pair of foggy eyes stared at Qi Qingjun, as if he wanted to stare at the other person. Like a hole, he raised his voice and said:

"I really have to go!"

Pick me now, pick me now!

"Oh." Regarding Qi Yousui's provocation, Qi Qingyun seemed to have completely ignored the urging from the other party's eyes. She calmly glanced at the pouring rain outside the window, ignored him, went straight into the kitchen, and began to disassemble the dishes. Plastic bag, said lightly:

"Then you can go."

Qi Yousui: "..."

Qi Qingyun didn't lift her head when she said this, and didn't look at Qi Yousui's livid face at all, and started to wash the vegetables in a basin on her own, the sound of splashing water soon rang out in the kitchen, and Qi Yousui The sound of closing the door angrily was covered up.

Holding a dry towel in his hand, Zhong Xuejin glanced worriedly at the direction Qi Yousui left, and saw the aggrieved and helpless appearance of Qi Yousui just curling his lips and frowning as if he couldn't bite his master's trousers, and paused for a moment. , worriedly said:

"It's raining so hard outside, my son wouldn't..."

"It's okay, I made an appointment to have dinner with him this time, so he won't break his promise."

Qi Qingyun started to chop vegetables, lit the gas stove and turned on the fire, the sound of oil simmering into the pot made the smile in his words seem like nothing:

"Go and open the doors and windows. He must be back in a while."

Zhong Xue had no idea what Qi Qingyun's move was for. After hesitating for a long time, after thinking about it, she decided to listen to the other party, and opened the door and window of the living room suspiciously.

Qi Yousui ran away in a fit of anger. He wanted to leave on the spot, but the blood boiled with anger suddenly cooled down when it encountered the pouring rain outside the door. His whole body seemed to be poured over his head by a basin of ice water, and he stood stiffly in the wet and cold. At the door of the unit building, he touched his schoolbag.

It was empty inside.

He didn't bring an umbrella.

Qi Yousui lowered his head and realized that as long as his toes took one step forward, he would be able to step on the dirty rainwater and garbage, and then he would be soaked by the heavy rain after a while.

Qi Yousui: ...... so angry.

After all, Qi Qingyun doesn't have much money, so it's not bad to be able to rent a house next to the school, so naturally it's impossible to ask how good other living conditions are.

Thinking of the torment he suffered during the IV drip in the hospital a few days ago, Qi Yousui smacked his lips, feeling the bitter taste of medicine still lingering on the tip of his tongue, he couldn't help but clicked his tongue, went out to look around, and found that there was almost I can't get in a car, so I have to walk nearly 1000 meters to the opposite street to get a taxi.

Perhaps because of the urgency of Qi Yousui's departure, the rain became heavier and heavier. The sound of the rain changed from the big beads and small beads falling on the jade plate at the beginning to noisy and mixed bombs. The bright rain bubbles appeared and disappeared, and the The uneven puddles on the ground gathered into bright small water mirrors, and then converged into thin streams of water, merged together, and flowed towards the sewer with a splash, forming an exceptionally harmonious symphony with the wind in the rainy day .

The rainy day at the beginning of September was already a bit cold, Qi Yousui couldn't take a taxi, so he had to wait for the rain to stop before leaving, sitting with his knees hugged at the door of the unit building, scolding Qi Qingyun in his heart, scolding while I also had to resist the increasingly strong evening wind in the corridor. I was cold and hungry, curled up in a ball with my schoolbag in my arms, and I was so wronged that I was about to cry.

"Where did you come from, why don't you come home so late?" At this time, a grandma was passing by with her grandson, and when she walked through the corridor, she took a special look at Qi Qi, who was sitting at the top of the stairs and looked very attractive. With a glance at You Sui, the wrinkles on his face moved, and he had a kind and amiable appearance, and kindly reminded:

"Go home soon, boy, it's so cold outside."

"I have no home!" Hearing this, Qi Yousui felt even more aggrieved, bit his lip, kicked the rising water angrily, and soaked a pair of sneakers foolishly, feeling cold The cold air suddenly penetrated into the bone marrow, and he shivered from the ice:

"Ah!"

"Oh, I'm still angry."

Grandma narrowed her eyes when she smiled, and wanted to persuade her again, but was urged and dragged home by her grandson:

"Grandma, Mom said I'm making sweet and sour fish today, let's go!"

"Okay, here we come."

At around seven o'clock in the evening, the aroma of vegetables from every household was wafting out. Qi Yousui sat in the corridor and asked more intuitively about the smell that made the glutton in his stomach eager to move. He also added a sentence, making the hesitation in his heart disappear without a trace:

"Go home soon, don't be angry with your parents, they are waiting for you at home."

With his chin resting on his knees, Qi Yousui raised his head and glanced at the unit where Qi Qingyun lived. The warm yellow light was like a safe haven lighthouse in the dark sea, prompting him to have more and more thoughts of going back.

Go back, go back, it's just sharing the same room with Zhong Xuejin, it's no big deal......

Sugar oil sesame cake, sugar oil sesame cake......

Qi Yousui kept thinking about it in his heart. In the end, it was the hunger of sugar oil and sesame cakes that prevailed, prompting him to stand up in a miraculous way, swallowed, and ran back in three steps at a time. into Qi Qingyun's house.

Before returning to Qi Qingyun's house, Qi Yousui thought that he would face a closed cold iron door, but he didn't expect that the moment his sight touched the familiar house number, he was shocked to find that the door was not closed.

Qi Yousui grabbed the corner of his clothes with his fingertips, and the tingling pain in his palm made his heart rise for no reason. He stood in front of the door hesitating for a long time, took a deep breath, wiped off the sweat from his forehead, and then stepped on entered the door.

When Qi Yousui walked in, Zhong Xuejin was bending over with a feather duster to sweep the dust on the sofa. Qi Qingyun hadn't come back for a while, and he always felt that everything was dirty; the TV in the living room was still on , playing the cartoons that Qi Yousui loved to watch when he was a child, and the glass table was full of snacks and candies. The colorful candy wrappers refracted the light of the incandescent lamp in the living room, making Qi Yousui's eyes brighten involuntarily, and his stomach He cooed.

"I'm back," Zhong Xuejin looked up at Qi Yousui who was standing at the door a little bit ashamed and embarrassed, as if he didn't remember that the other party made a fuss just because of his existence, and calmly handed him a dry towel, He motioned for him to wipe his rain-wet hair, then pointed to the tabletop:

"There are snacks here, dinner will be ready soon."

After finishing speaking, he walked over to close the door, and shouted to the kitchen:

"The person is back, we can have dinner!"

"Here we come!" Qi Qingyun replied.

Being urged, Qi Yousui walked to the sofa in the living room in a daze. As soon as he sat down, he sank into the warm and comfortable sofa. The light and heat were released, quickly drying Qi Yousui's drenched socks.

"Take off the socks first, and wash them later."

Zhong Xuejin was wearing Qi Qingyun's thin sweater, rolled up her sleeves and poured a cup of boiled ginger tea for Qi Yousui. Brown-red bubbles swirled in the transparent glass, and disappeared after a while, turning into white bubbles. Fog lingered in Qi Yousui's palm.

As Zhong Xuejin walked, a puppet cat meowing around him jumped onto the sofa where Qi Yousui was sitting. One gold and one blue eyes were like two bright gemstones, and they tilted their heads to stare at him. He looked at Qi Yousui for a while, then tentatively threw himself into Qi Yousui's arms, showing his fragile belly, and stretched comfortably in his arms.

"The cat at Grandma Su's house upstairs, the door was left open just now, and it smelled the scent and came out through the crack of the door."

Zhong Xuejin looked at Qi Yousui who was carefully poking the cat with her fingertips, folded her arms on the edge of the sofa, and said with a smile:

"It likes you very much."

"Really!"

No one can resist the temptation of Mao Mao, not even Qi Yousui. Qi Yousui, who was still hesitating whether to leave, finally gave up the idea of ​​leaving under the trust of Mao Mao, took off his shoes and socks and sank into the soft sofa In the middle of the day, he held the cat in both hands, buried his face on the cat's belly and rubbed it wildly, with a joyful tone:

"What a soft cat!"

Zhong Xue laughed, seeing Qi Yousui who was gradually letting go, eating snacks and watching TV like a master enjoying himself, resisted the urge to touch Qi Yousui's hair, and quietly He walked up to Qi Qingyun quietly, closed the frosted door of the kitchen, hugged Qi Qingyun who was sprinkling sesame seeds on the pastry with his arms, pressed his face to Qi Qingyun's back, sighed heavily, and whispered muttered:

"It scared me to death. I thought he would never come back."

"This child is a little stupid, but he is not short of heart." Qi Qingyun glanced at the heavy rain outside the window, and patted the back of Zhong Xuejin's hand comfortingly,

"He has just been discharged from the hospital. He has been on needles for two days. No matter how stupid he is, he will not rush into the rain."

"Okay, tell him to eat."

Qi Qingyun put the dish on Zhong Xuejin's hand who was still a little bored, and said with a smile:

"Okay, don't frown all the time, be careful to frown into a little old man."

Zhong Xue was startled when she heard the words, she quickly covered her forehead with her hand, looked up at Qi Qingyun nervously: "Really?!"

"I lied to you, idiot." Qi Qingyun smiled and flicked Zhong Xuejin's eyebrows, "It's time to eat."

Qi Qingyun went out with the steaming coke chicken wings, and when she looked up, she saw Qi Yousui lying on the sofa, rolling around excitedly hugging the cat, watching TV while eating snacks, as if she was already a He looked like he was too happy to miss Shu.

"Qi Yousui eats less snacks when eating."

Qi Qingyun took the chopsticks and walked up to Qi Yousui, and lightly slapped the other's sinful hand that still wanted to get snacks, in exchange for the other party's exclamation:

"If you eat too many snacks, you won't be able to eat later."

"Yes... Zhong Xuejin told me to eat it." Qi Yousui rolled his eyes, raised his hand, straightened his back like a primary school student, and complained loudly like Qi Qingyun.

Qi Qingyun raised her head immediately, and cast a glance at Zhong Xue.

Zhong Xuejin was lowering her head to set the bowls and chopsticks, turned her head when she heard the words, met Qi Qingyun's warning eyes, and said disapprovingly:

"It's okay for children to eat some snacks."

"You're used to him." Qi Qingyun stretched out her fingertips, grabbed Qi Yousui by the ear and carried him into the kitchen:

"Stop eating snacks, wash your hands and eat first."

Qi Yousui washed his hands perfunctorily, and ran to the dining table, the excitement of having a big meal relieved his embarrassment, kicked his legs expectantly, his eyes sparkled like falling stars, Rubbing his hands excitedly:

"What's for dinner tonight! Is there any sugar oil sesame cake?!"

"It's still steaming, what's the rush?"

Qi Qingyun knocked off Qi Yousui's hand that was reaching out to grab the coke chicken wings with a chopstick, and glanced at him angrily:

"Just put the chopsticks next to you and don't use them?"

Qi Yousui did not change his mind, he ate the chicken wings made by Qi Qingyun in one bite, his eyes widened instantly, and he said vaguely:

"It's very yummy!"

He had chicken wings in his mouth, his cheeks puffed up slightly as he bit the food, frantically showing off the food in his mouth like a little squirrel, he saw what he saw, and when he ate a piece of Longjing crispy meat made by Qi Qingyun At that time, the whole person stared wide-eyed, almost jumped up when the delicious food was eaten, and ate half of the plate at once.

Qi Qingyun looked at him and smiled, and slowly opened a bottle of three-degree low-alcohol sparkling wine, poured a glass for herself and Zhong Xuejin, the snow-white foam made a piercing sound of bursting under the warm yellow chandelier. The five knuckles on the rim of the cup are distinct, and they are pushed to Zhong Xuejin's hand with a light push:

"Have a drink, are you thirsty?"

"Fortunately."

With great difficulty, Zhong Xue swept the chopstick meat from Qi Yousui's voracious gulp, and put it into Qi Qingyun's bowl:

"you eat."

"It's okay, let him eat." Qi Qingyun was not very hungry, holding a glass of sparkling wine and drinking slowly, looking at Zhong Xuejin and Qi Yousui sitting below him, with a gentle smile on their jade-like faces Concerned, slowly serve Zhong Xuejin and Qi Yousui with vegetables.

Outside the window, the wind and rain were drooping, pedestrians ran in embarrassment, their feet splashed cold water in the mud puddles, and the strong wind still swept the fallen leaves mercilessly, roaring fiercely as if trying to pull the trunk upside down; It has nothing to do with this warm little home, the light is yellowish, the dishes on the dining table quietly exude an attractive smell and luster, the candles in the pine cone cups on the glass table in the living room are flickering and burning quietly, The atmosphere of the three of them sharing food in the living room became more and more harmonious.

"Ah, delicious!"

Holding his slightly swollen belly, Qi Yousui was almost strangled. When he raised his head, he found that Qi Qingyun and Zhong Xuejin were clinking glasses and drinking sparkling wine. His eyes widened suddenly, eager to try:

"What are you drinking? I want it too!"

"You are underage, you are not allowed to drink."

Qi Qingyun glanced at him, raised her hand and poured him a bottle of Nutrition Express.

Qi Yousui: "..."

He was so angry that he almost flipped the table over.

Zhong Xuejin didn't drink well enough, she only took a few sips with her chopsticks and she got a little blushed, her cheeks were slightly red, she propped up her soft face, looking at Qi Yousui who protested with Qi Qingyun but was ruthlessly suppressed, her pupils were full of tears. The figure of the father and son when they were fighting and bickering, their brows gradually softened, and the corners of their mouths smiled lightly.

He really dreamed about this scene for a long time now, so that when it actually happened, he actually had a dreamlike sense of unreality.

"Forget it, if you don't give it, I won't give it." Qi Yousui failed to resist, holding a bottle of Nutrition Express and sipping angrily, looked up at Qi Qingyun, who was as immobile as a mountain, and muttered something softly, as if complain:

"The head of the feudal family."

"..." Qi Qingyun glanced at him casually:

"I'm not deaf yet."

Qi Yousui shrank his shoulders immediately, stood up, held the Nutrition Express in an extremely exaggerated manner and announced loudly:

"Handsome guy who cooks super delicious food!"

So, please continue to cook for me next time!

Zhong Xuejin slid her face in the palm of her hand, amused by Qi Yousui's ability to bend and stretch, buried on the table and couldn't help laughing, Qi Qingyun also smiled:

"It seems that the mouth can not only eat, but also speak."

"Hmph." Qi Yousui was about to say a few words to praise himself, when suddenly a burst of lightning struck him from the corner of his vision, like a poisonous snake covered in white scales, splitting the sky into countless pieces and throwing it at him coldly At a glance, Qi Yousui's pupils shrank suddenly, his heart beat faster, the thunder sounded like a galloping horse piercing his eardrums, fear suddenly flashed behind him silently like a ghost, the smile on his face froze, and cold sweat broke out in an instant. Full back.

boom -

As the huge thunder that could almost burst the sky rolled over the head, the lightning-like swift silver sword shot down, mixed with the sound of crashing rain, like a crazy symphony, it instantly turned into a black shadow and enveloped The city, resounding through the sky, deafening.

The lights suddenly went out due to the sudden sound of thunder, the surroundings were pitch black, and the cold rain drifted in along the window. There seemed to be strange monsters hiding in the air in the corner of the eye. If you were not careful, you could be dragged into a dark corner by it. His flesh and bones were eaten, and his blood was sucked clean.

Qi Yousui trembled in fear, his legs went limp, he sat on the ground with a thump, covered his ears and squatted on the ground, his expression was in a trance, as if he was terrified, he buried his face in his knees, and pressed his back against the cold At the corner of the table, he curled himself into a ball in a protective posture.

At this time, listening to the thunder outside the window, he seemed to have returned to the suffocation of more than ten years ago, when he was covered with a quilt and couldn't move on the bed. The feeling of terror flooded into his brain like a tide, causing him to cover his neck subconsciously. As if he wanted to escape some kind of bondage, he grabbed the skin with his fingertips, scratched out hideous red marks, and breathed heavily. .

When he was immersed in the nightmare, there was a sudden sound of chaotic footsteps, and then, he was drawn into a warm embrace, and the fresh scent of lavender laundry detergent poured into his nostrils instantly, and Qi Yousui suddenly seemed like a drowning When the traveler encountered a life-saving straw, he grabbed Zhong Xuejin's collar without hesitation, and pushed his face into his neck, trembling in fear, whimpering softly, like an animal cub that found its mother, Panic and overwhelmed.

"It's okay, I'm here."

Zhong Xuejin knelt on the ground on one knee, with one arm around Qi Yousui's waist whose expression had changed drastically, and the other comfortingly patted the back of his hand, raised his eyes to look at Qi Qingyun who was standing up with a stool to check the electric switch, and said worriedly:

"How about it, how long will it take?"

"It should be a collective power outage."

Qi Qingyun flicked the switch with her fingertips, then turned her head and came to a conclusion:

"The electricity will probably take a while to come."

"Son... The child is scared, what should I do?" Zhong Xuejin frowned instantly, subconsciously looking at Qi Qingyun, trying to find a solution from Qi Qingyun's face.

"What are you afraid of, it's just right."

Qi Qingyun still looked calm about everything, smiled, walked up to Qi Yousui who was trembling with fear, sat down cross-legged, put his palms on Qi Yousui's shoulders, and said softly to Qi Yousui He opened his mouth, with a firm tone:

"You year old, look at me."

Qi Yousui trembled when he was touched, and was so frightened that he lost his mind. The feeling of suffocation that lingered in his memory for many years made him hold Zhong Xuejin even tighter, and he hugged Zhong Xuejin tightly, refusing to let go. Buried in the collar of the opponent like an ostrich, trying to escape all the dangers that exist.

His ears are full of buzzing tinnitus at the moment, and it seems that the old telegraph suddenly lost control and issued a harsh alarm. All the voices are mixed together, and they are constantly attacking and scratching his eardrum, which makes him a little He closed his eyes in confusion, his heart was in a mess, he only knew that the instinctive approach made him feel safe, and it was difficult to whisper for help:

"mom......."

Zhong Xuejin hugged him, and when she heard this, her eyes suddenly became hot, her arms tightened slightly, and she clenched her teeth forcefully. It took a long time before she could hold back the tears that were about to burst out of her eyes.

"You are old, don't be afraid."

As soon as the words fell, a few candles were quietly lit, like a lighthouse suddenly lit up on a stormy sea in the dark night, faint but firm, jumping under Qi Qingyun's palm, Qi Qingyun's tone became more and more gentle, Like the gurgling water in the spring, it is clear and transparent, with an unparalleled sense of security:

"Look up, there is light."

Qi Yousui was suffering from a splitting headache, he could only feel that the colorful colors suddenly floated into his sight before the light, as if a big hand tore through the darkness and pulled him out of the hell where he couldn't see his fingers.

His tense body relaxed slightly with the lighting of the candle, he raised his head blankly, followed Qi Qingyun's call, and involuntarily looked at the place where the candle was lit.

Qi Qingyun was holding a small cake in his hand. A small mushroom was drawn on the small cake, and candles of different colors were inserted on it, illuminating Qi Qingyun's jade-like face in a warm and amiable way.

"You..." Qi Yousui's rationality slowly returned, his eyes widened in disbelief, the foggy eyes were still a little silly, and he said at a loss:

"what is this?"

"Birthday cake, I wish you a happy birthday." Qi Qingyun quietly prepared for a long time, just for this moment, and said with a smile:

"Although your birthday has passed, I hope you will be really happy this time."

Qi Yousui leaned against Zhong Xuejin's arms, not realizing how dependent his movements were, curled up and hugged his legs tightly, buried his head in his knees, and said in a low voice

"It's not my birthday."

"My dad's death day is the same day as my birthday, I don't want to."

Maybe it was the darkness that amplified his sense of vulnerability, his final sound was vague, and dissipated in the thicker crying, the whole person was like a homeless animal cub, hiding in a corner and licking his wound silently.

"When you are old, the dead are dead, and the living should live well."

Sitting beside him, Qi Qingyun touched Qi Yousui's head affectionately, "If Dad is here, I hope you will be happy too."

"..." Qi Yousui shook his head vigorously, raised his face, with crystal tears in his eyes, and the tip of his nose was red from crying:

"My mother chose this name because she hoped that I would remember my father's death day every year and not forget him."

"So, I can't celebrate my birthday, so I'm sorry for Dad."

"........."

As soon as the words fell, there was a moment of silence in the huge living room. It was like glue slowly sticking to the air, making it difficult to breathe. The atmosphere dropped to freezing point, almost suffocating.

"no."

Qi Qingyun was silent for a moment, before she could think of how to speak, Zhong Xuejin, who had been silent just now, suddenly spoke, breaking the silence and grabbing everyone's attention.

He lowered his head, looked at Qi Yousui firmly in the gentle candlelight, and slowly wiped away the tears from the corners of Qi Yousui's eyes. His voice was a bit ethereal amidst the whistling wind and rain, but it was extremely gentle:

"He hopes that in your lifetime, you will be happy every year, every year will be successful, and every year, every year, every year is happy."

"........"

Qi Yousui's tears fell instantly, and he looked at Zhong Xuejin in panic, grabbed the corner of his clothes with his fingertips, and asked in disbelief:

"really?"

"Really." Zhong Xue said with absolute certainty:

"He wants you to be happy every day."

Qi Yousui stopped talking, and didn't know whether he believed it or not. In the darkness, he quietly curled up his body beside the table and chair, lowered his head and sobbed softly. Although he was still crying, his complexion was not as ugly as before.

"Okay, silly boy."

Qi Qingyun sighed and asked in a low voice:

"The candles are almost burnt out, why don't you blow them out and make a wish?"

"Yes, I will."

Qi Yousui wiped away his tears, put his hands together and closed his eyes, almost without thinking about it, he quickly made a wish, and then blew out the candle.

The moment he blew out the candles and the room returned to darkness, the dazzling lights lit up instantly, and the furniture made a "beep--" sound, and started to work again.

Qi Yousui's pupils suddenly received the bright light, his eyes were still a little white, he squinted his eyes and before he could react, he put a pair of warm silver bracelets on his hands.

He raised his eyes and saw Qi Qingjun sitting cross-legged opposite him, smiling at him:

"For you, a belated birth gift."

"You are old, don't forget that your parents were looking forward to your birth."

"Your birth is not the original sin, don't attribute your father's death to your own fault, okay?"

Qi Qingyun threw the candle onto the plate, cut the biggest piece of cake, put it on Qi Yousui's plate, handed it to the other party, and said with a smile:

"Daddy loves you very much."

Qi Yousui blinked his sore eyes from crying, sniffled his nose, and stretched out his hand to Qi Qingyun persistently:

"I want to eat sugar oil sesame cake."

"I'll give you the cake after eating."

Qi Qingyun stood up, and brought out a plate of sugar oil and sesame cakes from the kitchen. Seeing that Qi Yousui didn't blink, he picked one up and stuffed it into his mouth hungrily.

"Eat slowly, there will be more after eating."

Zhong Xuejin patted Qi Yousui's back slowly, watching Qi Yousui holding the plates in his arms as if he was afraid that someone would snatch them, grabbing the other before swallowing one, and crying bitterly while eating , the crumbs fell on Zhong Xuejin's body, and were gently brushed away by Zhong Xuejin. He sighed and hugged Qi Yousui, who was crying so hard that he couldn't help himself, and patted the other person on the back of the head as he did when he was a child, comforting him softly. .

Qi Qingyun leaned against the door of the kitchen, and decided to give the mother and son a time to spend alone. She walked into the room, found two sets of pajamas that fit, filled the bathroom with water, and calculated the time until 10 minutes later. Going out, he smiled and said:

"Little Mushroom, take a bath."

Little Mushroom had already cried enough, came back to his senses, and felt very ashamed at the performance of crying in Zhong Xuejin's arms just now, sitting in the corner of the sofa with his knees hugged, his ears buried in his knees were so red that they could almost burst into tears. water vapor.

"What's the point of being shy? Ruthless doesn't necessarily make a hero. It's okay to cry."

Qi Qingjun patted Little Mushroom's head with a smile, "Go take a bath, and go to bed early after you finish your homework."

Qi Yousui let out an "ah" and was a little confused: "Do I also live here tonight?"

"If you don't live with me, where will you live?" Qi Qingyun was speechless:

"Will you wash it or not? If you don't wash it, I'll wash it first."

"Wash and wash." Qi Yousui wiped away his tears, rushed into the bathroom in three steps at a time, took a quick battle shower, rushed to Qi Qingyun's bedroom with one stride, threw himself into the soft quilt, like a Rolling on it like a puppy, excitedly sniffing the smell of the sun stained on it, a head of yellow hair fluffed up slightly, like a dandelion falling and swaying in the sun.

yeah!I can finally not sleep alone tonight!

"Qi Yousui, how many times have I told you not to run on the bed with your shoes on, it's so dirty."

Zhong Xuejin came over, patted Qi Yousui's buttocks, threw a dry towel to the other party while the other party muttered "Got it" reflexively, and then turned and went into the bathroom.

Qi Yousui was lying on the bed, smelling enough of the smell of Qi Qingyun's quilt, he didn't know what to think of, suddenly got up, and shouted at Qi Qingyun who was still packing the dishes in the kitchen:

"Today's sugar oil sesame cake, can you take it to school to eat?"

Such a delicious food, he wanted to take it back for Chu Queze to taste.

"No, it can only be kept for one day and one night. It won't taste good on Monday."

Qi Qingyun wiped his hands clean, and from the corner of his eyes, he saw that the water on the table was still steaming. Zhong Xuejin should have poured it for him, so he picked it up and drank it in one gulp.

"Aw..."

Hearing the words, Qi Yousui lowered his head in disappointment, like a puppy, put down his chubby ears, answered slowly, took out the phone in his pocket, thought for a while, and dialed a video for Chu Quezhe Call over.

There seemed to be something on Chu Queze's side, and Qi Yousui counted 15 seconds in his mind before receiving the message that he usually answered in seconds.

As soon as the video signal was connected, a handsome young man's face appeared in front of Qi Yousui, his overly gloomy eyes were slightly blocked by thick bangs, but it was not difficult to see that he must be a beautiful embryo when he grows up.

There were bloodshot eyes in Chu Queze's eyes, and he seemed a little tired, but when he saw Qi Yousui, he still managed to show a smile:

"Sui, why did you suddenly remember to call me?"

"Let me tell you, today I ate a super delicious sugar oil sesame cake!"

Qi Yousui's long-cherished wish of seeing him was shaken, he danced excitedly, almost jumped out of the bed, and told Chu Queze everything about today, hiding the fact that he was crying, and focused on brightening the silver pair of bracelets on his wrists. Show off to Chu Queze:

"Look, the bracelet he gave me is pretty."

After finishing speaking, Qi Yousui shook it proudly, and the clear and crisp sound of the bracelets colliding was like bells, jingling on the young man Ningshuang's bright wrist, which was pleasant to the ear.

Qi Yousui collapsed on the bed with his mobile phone in his hands. Even at such a death video angle, he was still handsome and extraordinary, and murmured:

"Like other children, I have a birth gift..."

Although this gift came a bit late, it doesn't matter, he can barely forgive Qi Qingyun.

When Qi Yousui said one more word, the smile on Chu Queze's face stiffened, until Qi Yousui whispered, "I like Qi Qingyun quite a bit", the smile on Chu Queze's face finally disappeared. Instead, there is a terrifying gloom, like a mountain rain is about to come, so black that it can almost drop ink.

"Aged..."

Chu Queze slowly covered the phone lens to prevent his distorted expression from scaring the other party. His low and cold voice was transmitted from the hissing current to Qi Yousui's ears, and he could not hear his emotions:

"Tell me, who do you like?"

"Qi Qingyun."

Qi Yousui said without thinking.

After finishing speaking, he quietly added in his heart: "It would be great if he was really my father."

His nature is not bad. Most of the girlfriends he talked to were just talking and playing, and they separated within a few days. Now, he has never really held hands with girls. Instead, he often talks to Chu Que. Ze stuck together.As a child, the two of them have a deeper relationship than anyone else. As they get older, Qi Yousui will occasionally stare at Chu Queze intently, feeling his heart beating faster, but this feeling is too strange. He has always been big-hearted, but he threw it to the back of his head in a short while, and never thought about his feelings for Chu Queze.

And he has the kind of dependence and trust towards Qi Qingyun that is close to family affection, like a little mushroom getting close to the big sun that warms him, without a trace of sexual love between men and women.

Chu Queze didn't know what Qi Yousui was thinking in his heart. When he heard Qi Yousui say "I like it", all his psychological defenses collapsed in an instant, and dark vines grew like a net in the corner of his heart in an instant, tightly bound Caught in Chu Queze's heart, almost driving his rationality out of his brain.

Chu Queze suddenly covered the camera, and in the voice of Qi Yousui asking "why can't you see anyone?", he closed his eyes hard, not daring to look clearly at the bright tiles of the hospital. With a hideous face, he took a breath, and the finger bones holding the phone were almost white. It took a long time to relieve the suffocation in his heart, and said in a hoarse voice:

"It's nothing."

"It's weird." Qi Yousui muttered, and glanced at Qi Qingyun who walked in with her hands shaking and was about to do her homework. She had an idea and wanted to surprise Chu Queze, so she pretended to say:

"Qi Qingyun urged me to sleep, see you on Monday."

After finishing speaking, he forced to hang up the phone first, not noticing Chu Queze's turbulent eyes, raised his bright eyes, like a puppy, grabbed Qi Qingyun's clothes and shook them, flattering him:

"Qi Qingyun, can you make me sugar oil sesame cake again on Sunday afternoon, I want to take it back for Chu Queze to taste."

His words reached Qi Qingyun's ears, but not Chu Queze's.

Chu Queze was sitting on a cold chair, with the ICU ward behind him. The cold wind came from the corridor and blew all over his limbs. Holding tightly the phone holding Qi Yousui's photo as a screen saver, trying to draw some warmth from it.

"Ozawa," a tired male voice suddenly came from behind Chu Queze. It was hoarse like sandpaper scraping on an asphalt road, and the ending was full of tiredness and grief that could not be concealed:

"Grandpa soon