Bai Zeting didn't even know how he got out of the car.
He only knew that there seemed to be something in his mind, guiding him to keep moving forward.
The man pushed open the door, and the familiar yard appeared in front of him. The living room was brightly lit. His eyes were bleary, and he almost staggered, and walked in a few steps.
The young man was humming an unknown tune as he brought out the hot dishes from the kitchen and put them on the table. He was wearing an apron, and his slender waist was drawn into a beautiful curve.
Xie Mu was coming out with the dishes, he raised his eyes inadvertently, and met Bai Zeting's gaze. In an instant, those beautiful eyes burst into dazzling starlight.
"Zeting!"
He happily called his name, put down the dishes naturally, walked forward, passed by the man standing there stiffly, went to the shoe cabinet to get a pair of slippers, and walked back.
Putting the slippers under Bai Zeting's feet, the young man's pale face was full of doubts, "What's wrong with you today? You didn't change your shoes when you went home."
The light in the living room was soft and dreamy, and the lover in front of him had a smile that he hadn't seen for a long time. For a moment, Bai Zeting almost thought he was dreaming.
"Xiaomu..."
After looking at Xie Mu's suspicious eyes for a while, the man who had been standing still squeezed out a sentence full of obscure words, "You, have you forgive me?"
"What?"
The young man's face was full of bewilderment. He stood up, stretched out his cold hand, and gently touched his lover's forehead, "You are so strange today, do you have a fever?"
"Come on, hurry up and eat. It's rare that you come back just in time when I'm cooking today. I thought I'd have to wait for a long time."
Like a puppet, Bai Zeting was obediently held by Xie Mu, and obediently sat in his seat.
Seeing that he sat down, the young man turned around in satisfaction, continued humming the out-of-tune tune, and went to the kitchen to serve dinner.
A bowl of rice was quickly placed in front of the man, the table was full of vegetables, sitting opposite Xie Mu who took off his apron and was rambling about what happened to him when he went shopping for vegetables today.
He took two mouthfuls of the food himself, chewed and swallowed it, and found that Bai Zeting, who was sitting across from him, was staring at him in a daze, with a strange look on his face, "Zeting? What's wrong with you? Eat. "
"After eating, take a good bath and sleep. You are so busy every day, your shoulders are uncomfortable and you refuse to go for a massage. I will press it for you when you go back to your room. Come, I will give you your favorite dish, eat quickly."
The coaxing tone used to be what Bai Zeting hated the most, but now, hearing this familiar voice, he almost shed tears.
Xie Mu got up and took some food for him, urging him, "Hurry up, it won't taste good when it gets cold."
Bai Zeting obediently lowered his head and took a bite of the food. At this moment, even if the food is highly poisonous, he is willing to eat it.
The meal was very harmonious, Xie Mu didn't speak any more, and ate quietly, but when he looked up from time to time and saw Bai Zeting looking at him, he would respond with a soft smile.
He was smiling, like he was before they broke their faces.
After eating, the young man stood up to clean up the dishes, Bai Zeting quickly stood up too, "Xiao Mu, let me clean up."
Xie Mu looked at him in surprise, "But you don't dislike these greasy things..."
That's right, Xiao Mu, who grew up in a slum and disliked being greasy and refused to clean up, and was pampered like a young master, why could he clean up.
Bai Zeting found out bitterly that he did take too many things for granted in the past.
He suppressed the bitterness in his eyes, forced a smile, and said in a gentle voice, "You have worked hard too, let me come today."
The young man stopped arguing with him, and those beautiful eyes smiled into the shape of a crescent moon again. He was very happy and said happily, "Zeting, are you so considerate after becoming a father?"
Bai Zeting's hand to carry the plate froze in the air, he slowly turned his head in disbelief, and looked at Xie Mu who was looking at him with a smile, "Dad...?"
Xie Mu's smile is still soft.
[Hey, dear.]