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At first, Heron thought that he had lived a long time and had enough endurance to face his new life.
But he forgot that he in this world has long been spoiled by Jiang Jingda, and he is not as tough as he imagined.
He couldn't even eat the simplest meal in the school cafeteria.
This is because he is very picky about food in this world, and now he does not eat any food that was tolerable in the past, and Jiang Jingda did not persuade him, so he served him vegetables according to his mind, but the school food was not It is cooked uniformly, and there are not many varieties, so the taste will not be much better.
When Helang ate it for the first time, he only stuffed a few mouthfuls, and felt the taste was chewy, and almost spit it out, but he was so hungry that he had to grit his teeth and swallow a few mouthfuls of rice, and ate it in a hurry to satisfy his hunger, so that after the meal, Mouth and throat discomfort, indigestion, and stomach cramps.
Every time at this time, he couldn't help thinking that Jiang Jingda would tell his servants what not to add to what dishes and what must be added to what dishes when Jiang Jingda was cooking at home.
For the sake of health, his parents would persuade him to eat vegetables or suitable dishes to balance nutrition, but Jiang Jingda didn't think about these at all. He only weighed one standard, and that was what he liked.
Others would think that Jiang Jingda spoiled his younger brother so much, but Jiang Jingda knew that he was not as good as others said, even selfish and vicious.
All the malnutrition and physical weakness caused by picky eaters are actually not within the scope of his worries... It is even said that a calm person like him has an incomprehensible madness in his heart.
Jiang Jingda would think that if his Lang Lang was sick and weak, then he would become more dependent on others, and that person, without a doubt, was him.
After that impulse, he quickly cooled down, and found that he didn't need to lower his posture and become so passive, because over the years, his efforts were not useless, and had no impact on that child.
They are all woven into a fine spider web, and they surround Helang. For the rest of the day, he just waits and sees what happens, and calmly traps his beloved prey, letting it find the spider thread and die. back.
And Helang's dormitory life finally came to an end after half a month.
Because he fainted during class and had frequent abdominal pains, it indicated that his body was not suitable for such a lifestyle, so the homeroom teacher had no choice but to contact the guardian. When Song Qinglian heard this, her face paled, and she immediately took him back, and asked a family doctor to help him examine.
When Jiang Jingda got home from get off work, when he heard the news, the coat in his hand fell to the ground in an instant. He scolded the servant for not informing him earlier, and strode towards Helang's room.
The person on the bed was not asleep, his eyes were open looking at the ceiling, his eyes were dull, and he didn't know what he was thinking.
"Lang Lang, what's the matter? Are you okay?" Jiang Jingda sat on the bedside and pinched his shoulders, but his brows were tightly furrowed, never letting go. After touching his cheeks, he even frowned Heart.
Helang just had a fever, his head was dizzy, and he didn't know that someone was talking to him, but he could only feel that he was being touched by a cold hand, which was extremely comfortable, so he hugged his hand unconsciously, rubbing Rubbing and rubbing, like a docile cat.
Jiang Jingda was speechless. While feeling distressed, he also felt a twisted pleasure. The heat on Lang Lang's body seemed to be burning all the way to his heart.
See, as he said, Lang Lang couldn't adapt to the outside environment, but he insisted on trying and leaving his care, which is why he became so weak. In the end, he could only rely on him like he is now. with him.
But it’s okay, I believe Lang Lang will understand a lot after experiencing it for himself.
Jiang Jingda carefully looked at the medicine prescribed by the doctor, and wanted to feed him, but Helang, who was unconscious from the fever, didn't even open his eyes, so it was obviously impossible for him to get up and take the medicine.
Jiang Jingda didn't intend to wake him up, so he pinched his sharp chin, asked him to open his mouth, put a few pills in his mouth, and took a sip of water into his mouth. Helang swallowed subconsciously. , Finally took all the medicine.
Although Jiang Jingda took the initiative to blend lips and teeth, Helang didn't respond because of his deep sleep. On the contrary, he himself was already blushing.
The soft touch on his lips was still there, gazing at the peaceful face, Jiang Jingda's heart seemed to be soaked in warm water, melting into a puddle warmly.
After an unknown amount of time, his body after working all day finally felt tired, and he knew it was time to rest, but he still couldn't help reaching out and stroking his cheek again and again.
He managed to raise his younger brother's cheeks to be round, but in this short period of half a month, the edges and corners have appeared again, making him look more delicate and slender.
Jiang Jingda lifted Helang's hair from his forehead, kissed his smooth forehead, and finally was willing to leave.
After that, he decisively called the school and directly canceled his application for accommodation in the name of a guardian, and sent someone to collect his things immediately, without giving him a chance to go back.
He felt that there was no need for Lang Lang to bear the pain of growing up, it was enough to live forever in his greenhouse garden, even though his greenhouse was made of his own cage.
Under the worry of the whole family, Helang completely cut off the way of accommodation. Jiang Jingda even asked him for half a month's leave at school, and honestly stayed at home to recuperate.
Helang is not in good health, and Helang can't go out. He is bored at home writing and drawing every day. Song Qinglian can stare at him as soon as he returns home.
Seeing her child growing up to be tall and handsome, she pursed her lips slightly, moved her mind, and asked tentatively, "Is there a girl named He Meijia in your school?"
"I don't know." Heron held the fragments of ancient books collected earlier in his hand, looking back and forth, and replied casually.
Song Qinglian opened her eyes slightly, covered her mouth and continued to say to her son, "You don't even know this? Isn't she quite famous in your school? Have you ever heard of Wan Yasi Real Estate? It belongs to their family."
"Don't do my business." Helang looked at his mother suspiciously, not understanding what she meant by these words.
"Hey, don't be so irrelevant. I think the little girl likes you very much. When your father visited their house last time, she said that she would see you every time she passed by Class 9. Your picture was hung in the school calligraphy exhibition. She also wrote down several copies." Song Qinglian showed a gratified smile as she spoke, and smiled with her cheeks in her hands.
His son has finally grown up, and some girls will like it.
"..." Helang put down the broken page expressionlessly, with complicated emotions. Are all the women here so open-minded, talking about these things directly with their parents, is it possible that they still want to use the words of their parents to make an agreement.
It was only now that he realized that his mother was so worried about his relationship problems, and seemed quite interested in matching them up.
Seeing her son's unhappy face, Song Qinglian seemed to repel her talking about these topics, and her mood sank a little.
In the past few years, his father's health has not been very good, but he is young and can't do much. Until now, Jiang's father's wish is to see his daughter-in-law and grandson, and he is afraid that he will be admitted to the hospital again someday.
If possible, Song Qinglian really wanted to find a woman for her son who could take care of him as soon as possible, get married and start a business earlier, and bring her children to fulfill her filial piety.
No matter how much she dotes on this child, there is always a bottom line. Since he himself said that he has grown up, he has to bear the responsibility of growing up, whether it is at home or filial piety to his parents and elders.
The original relaxed atmosphere gradually sank, and Helang's brain was also spinning non-stop, weighing whether he should follow his mother's idea to make friends with another woman in order to avoid this trouble, or even go deeper, marriage.
But what makes him feel terrible is that he seems to find that he has lost interest in the opposite sex. When he imagines a woman, he can't even have half a daydream and a sense of intimacy. How can he compromise like this
"My brother is older than me, why don't you worry about his feelings first?" Helang found an excuse and replied confidently.
There are many people who like Jiang Jingda, right? If they can really get married, he can transfer his special feelings to the right person. If she has a child, Song Qinglian will be happy, and if the woman is powerful, she will definitely help their company.
But after he asked this sentence, he shut his mouth for an instant.
He forgot for a moment that his mother didn't have such a good attitude towards her adopted son, because Jiang Jingda was not their own. Although they treated him well, they never kissed him, and there was no need to care about his feelings. Looking at the age in the future, I just reminded me to say a few words.
Sure enough, Song Qinglian's complexion turned sour all of a sudden, and she even gritted her teeth. She even used this to talk back to the child she had loved for many years.
"I never leave my brother every day, and I don't even want a girlfriend! After your father and I die, you can live with your brother!"
Song Qinglian, who has always been gentle with her son, did speak with a heavier tone this time, which made Helang quite uncomfortable, and her attitude was not much better. I also think what she said is too serious. Now that my parents are middle-aged, what are they doing to mention such an unlucky word.
"Jiang Langmin, don't think that your wings will be hard when you grow up! You don't listen to what your mother says, and asks you to meet girls and make girlfriends, isn't it good? Why are you angry?! You can't even say a word Don’t blame me and your father for spoiling you with your temper, it’s because your brother is used to being lawless!” Song Qinglian’s temper was not mild, and she didn’t stop after the fire was lit. Seeing that the child was indifferent to her , she was sad.
"I have a good temper, but I will never do things I don't like." Helang hugged his ancient book, turned around and went upstairs.
After the quarrel, the mother and son finally broke up.
Helang felt tired for a while, he didn't mean to say these words to his mother, but he really didn't want to give in just yet.
To be honest, the only person in this family that Helang can really rely on without any burden is Jiang Jingda.
His parents dote on him endlessly, but there will always be discipline and coercion.
Jiang Jingda, on the other hand, would understand him, and would never let him be half wronged, nor would he say anything serious. Except for some things he did in a fit of convulsions during this period, overall he is still very reliable. If there is him Say something for yourself, will my mother stop saying those things to him out of face
Helang went straight back to his room, but when he looked at the door next door that was not closed tightly, the gap in the door seemed to be waiting to enter, so Helang pushed Jiang Jingda's door open.
The author has something to say: In short, there is no special cheating in this world... These skills are relatively normal for an ancient person, in short, it is right to be very powerful [cross out]
Because the length is not long and there is no way to create too many conflicts, I personally hope that at least it will go smoothly. I really don’t understand many details, and I haven’t explained them seriously. I just wrote according to this idea. I can understand when I see the play. The world of Orz is a bit broken, I will try my best not to write something so bad...
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