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Seeing that the bedroom door was about to close, the gentleman in a neat suit outside the door didn't intend to come in at all, Xia Yuzhou raised his hand and pressed the door: "Hey, wait, that's it?"
Si Jun was taken aback for a moment, what else is there? Looking at Xia Yuzhou's swollen face, he suddenly understood, took a step forward, and placed a soft kiss on the warm and furry forehead: "Good night."
Then, under Xia Yuzhou's dizzy gaze, he closed the door.
"Click", the heavy wooden door closed, leaving a quiet room.
Xia Yuzhou patted his forehead: "... okay."
Different from the dim and retro lighting of the whole old house, this room is very bright, and the inexplicable sense of depression disappears instantly, making people feel at ease.
Xia Yuzhou strolled around the house slowly. It was a small suite with a sofa, desk, bathroom, and a balcony. The furnishings in the room are still gorgeous in the medieval style, but the area is much larger than the guest room, and the color of the furniture is brighter.
On the European-style wooden table with high legs, there is a long sword with exquisite workmanship. It is not the saber commonly used by the Hanshan family, but the ancient Chinese sword, which is incompatible with the surrounding decorations. Xia Yuzhou walked over, picked up the sword, and pulled it out of its sheath with a "swipe". The sword body dangles and is soft, as thin as a sheet of iron, made of stainless steel.
"Prop sword." Xia Yuzhou's mouth twitched. This is the kind of sword used on the stage, thin and soft, not hurting people. In the past, Xia Yuzhou used this kind of sword to perform at the school party.
This guy, what are you doing collecting a handful of performance props? Even if it's just for decoration, most people still use unsharp real swords, and it's really low-grade to put a sword for performance. Xia Yuzhou was a little puzzled, and looked at other places with his sword in his hand.
There is a photo on the wall. At first glance, I thought it was another ancestor of the Hanshan clan, but upon closer inspection, it was Xia Yuzhou in costume. With a wide-sleeved gown and a horizontal sword in his hand, the boy with flying brows grinned at the camera, revealing two imperceptible fangs. The color tone of the photo is very dark and deliberately old, so it looks like an ancient painting. When he found out it was him, he was taken aback.
"When was this person taken?" Xia Yuzhou had no memory of this photo. This performance was when he and Si Jun had just met. Although he invited Si Jun to watch it, he didn't know whether that person went or not. When we talked about this after we got together, Si Jun didn't answer, so he thought he didn't go. But I didn't know that this person not only went, but also took pictures. Inexplicably, I was a little happy. The young man's mind is ignorant. At such an early stage, classmate Si may not have had any thoughts about him, but he already knows how to appreciate his handsome face.
In addition to these, there are many interesting little details in the room. The tooth model on the bookcase, the sports cup in the wine cabinet, the colorful chandelier on the roof, the kitten doll by the bed...all his favorite things, placed in this old-fashioned and nostalgic room, they are so out of place that they make people's eyes warm.
Xia Yuzhou threw herself on the bed, grabbed the doll and rolled it in her arms. The round cat's head, with its mouth open, reveals two small fangs, and it smiles cutely and doesn't deserve to be spanked. I couldn't help but grab it with my teeth and tugged at the cat's ears. The body is sunken in the soft goose down cushion, and there is no sleepiness.
For a while, he thought about Si Jun, who was too ceremonial and refused to have sex with him, and for a while, he thought about his son who had a rough life.
The more I thought about it, the more I couldn't fall asleep, so I simply got up, tiptoed back to the guest room, and took another look at the child.
The lights in the room were not turned on, and the curtains were not drawn. Moonlight streamed in through the glass windows, casting long streaks of light on the thick dark carpet. The boy who should have fallen asleep earlier sat alone on the window sill. The scene is somewhat familiar, yet very different.
When I saw the boy for the first time, he was sitting alone on the hospital bed with his legs curled up in front of his chest in a defensive and helpless posture. Although he is sitting alone now, but with one leg propped up, the other leg hangs casually under the window sill, lonely but unrestrained. Xia Yuzhou remembered that when he was young, he was handsome and posed for pictures, and he often had this look.
As expected of my son!
The heart that had just been picked up, slid back to its original position along the smooth lines outlined by the moonlight. Xia Yuzhou walked over and rubbed his son's head: "Why don't you sleep."
"I slept too much in the afternoon." Chen Mo rubbed against his palm along with his strength.
The cat-like movement scratched Xia Yuzhou's heart, and he sat down next to his son. Neither of them spoke anymore, listening to the "click click" sound of the old-fashioned pendulum clock in the room, they were silent for a long time.
"When I was young, I always felt that my mother was not good enough for me." The child spoke without warning, in a low voice, as if talking to himself. Xia Yuzhou didn't respond, and let him continue.
"Later, I observed the parents of other children. In fact, they would show impatient expressions in places where the children could not see. So I think the reason is that I am too smart to see through the adult's disguise. Until one time I had a high fever, and I saw that woman by the bed for a long time without doing anything.” “…”
"I guess, at that time, she hoped that I would burn myself to death."
A good memory is actually not a pleasant thing for children. Adults don't know that he will remember and show his ugliness unscrupulously. Xia Yuzhou frowned, and looked at his son who was still calm: "What happened later? Why did she change her mind?"
Yang Meina is a woman who is capricious, and Xia Yuzhou finds many behaviors incomprehensible. Just like this time, when Chen Mo was seriously ill, she didn't go to the Shen family to ask for money, but let him fend for himself and even wanted to rely on him to get some money after his death; after Chen Mo had no news, she went to ask Shen Tianhong again, Asking him to save this illegitimate son who was dying, the love of a mother who had been lost for sixteen years suddenly flooded.
Chen Mo looked at the middle finger of his right hand, where the joints were a little crooked due to learning to write too early: "Because the children's program group called and said they want me to participate in the recording of a program, and the reward is very high."
In the past few years, he often wondered if he hadn't been smart enough to make money, would he have died of that high fever. Countless times I hated my high IQ, and I was grateful for my high IQ countless times.
Xia Yuzhou pinched his son's fingers. The young man had no flesh, and his skin was covered with thin bones, which were slightly bent and misplaced: "It's not very good now, she is not your mother anyway."
If it's not a mother, those expectations, disappointments, and sorrows for her can also disappear.
"That's right," Chen Mo pulled his finger back, "Putting the expectation of love on others is a stupid act."
With a stubborn and awkward tone, Secondary School is like a newborn blood swearing allegiance to Dracula. Xia Yuzhou laughed out loud, pulled the little guy away, and rubbed vigorously on the kiwi-shaved flat cut: "It's okay, Dad loves you."
The son paused for a moment, then buried his face in his arms suddenly, and said in a low voice, "Actually, you're not a few years older than me."
Xia Yuzhou tugged at his ear: "Even if I'm younger than you, I'm still your father, the father who is absolutely fidelity, and you have witnessed the establishment of a blood relationship with your own eyes!"
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Although this may sound strange, it is indeed true. Regardless of those bloody grievances, who is real and who is fake, at least Xia Yuzhou's blood father is real. From factory transformation to delivery, Chen Mo witnessed it with his own eyes, nothing could be more real than this.
"Thank you, Dad."
Feeling the small arms holding him suddenly tightened, and the hot and humid liquid on his chest soaked his clothes, Xia Yuzhou's sense of responsibility as an old father jumped from the soles of his feet to the top of his head in an instant, hugging his son back and smoothing the fur on his back like stroking a small animal. . Weak, well-behaved, and lovely child, no matter what requests you make right now, you will absolutely want the stars and not the moon.
"I don't want to go to Uncle's."
"Okay, let's not go."
"I don't know him, and he's not a legal guardian. It's really bad to be dependent on others." These days in the dental clinic are the happiest days he has grown up.
"I will definitely not let you go, you are my son." Xia Yuzhou made sure of it and tried hard to coax the child.
The child was tired from crying, and fell asleep in his arms while talking. Xia Yuzhou struggled to drag his son back to the bed and put him on the bed, and left the guest room lightly, leaning against the door and taking a long breath.
The life of a single father is really tiring, and if there are more children in the future, it will probably be exhausted.
Xia Yuzhou looked at the master bedroom at the end of the corridor. It would be better for the child to find another father to share the pressure of parenting. Thinking of it this way, he just made himself laugh, and wanted to see Si Jun itchingly, he raised his foot to go there, but suddenly stopped in his tracks. Scratching the sticky and wet patch on his chest, tears and snot in the face, he turned and went back to his room to find some clothes to change on.
Everything in this room is complete, except that there are no clothes to wear outside, only a few pajamas and bathrobes of different styles. I picked out a passable pajamas, the silk material was very snug, and it had a big V-neck, revealing a small white chest. Fortunately, it's only two steps away, so you won't meet anyone in the middle of the night.
Xia Yuzhou tidied up his clothes, rushed out the door quickly, and bumped into the vigorous butler Ron head-on.
"Ah!" Xia Yuzhou immediately jumped up.
"Master Xia, where are you going?" Ron smiled gently.
In the suite of the lord's wife, there are everything, toilet, bathroom, refrigerator, drinks, and snacks. If you come out to wander around at this time, there must be needs that cannot be met in the room.
"I'm going to have a drink." Xia Yuzhou said nonsense.
Ron nodded clearly. There was indeed no wine in the room, so he raised his hand to signal Xia Yuzhou to go downstairs with him: "Why do you want to drink in the middle of the night?"
"Drink too much so you can climb the lord's bed."
Ron: "…"
Xia Yuzhou: "..."
Too bad, when I was nervous, I told the truth, and the atmosphere was a bit awkward.
Xia Yuzhou coughed dryly, wanting to say that he was joking: "Cough, what, ahaha, I..."
"That's really great." Ron still maintained a decent smile, and put the crystal cup filled with amber liquor in front of Xia Yuzhou, "Young master will be very happy."
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