Withdrawing her emotions from the shock, Wei Xulan just wanted to bend the corners of her mouth and speak easily again, when the child put down his chopsticks and pressed it against his face.
"Aye?" Wei Xulan cupped his cheeks with both hands, making him feel sorry for him like a bouquet of rain-drenched roses.
"What's wrong?"
The man frowned uncomfortably, why were you crying just now
Did you do something else
Did you step on his lightning point when you weren't paying attention
Meng Wan got up and went to the living room to get the box of paper.
Huai Xing also gently wiped away his tears with fingers on his cheeks, like caring for a handful of beloved roses.
"I'm sorry, Ah Ye."
Wei Xulan frowned and blamed herself deeply, and wiped away the continuous tears with her palms, even her own palms were almost soaked by the other party's tears.
The head clasped in his hands shook his head desperately, and finally grabbed his wrist and lowered his head.
Huaixing also bit his lips tightly, a low and suppressed cry overflowed from his throat, the guilt and apology spreading in his heart almost drowned his whole body.
"hug."
The drooping head suddenly paused, his eyes widened in a daze, he stared blankly at the knees where the two collided, tears burst like a flood.
Huai Xing also looked up and threw himself into the man's arms, his hands passed through his arms and clenched his shoulders, his fingers wanted to pinch him tightly, pinch him in his hands.
Even clothes are fine.
The clothes on the shoulders were soon wet from crying, Wei Xulan hugged him silently, put her cheek against his hair, and listened to his cries with her ears.
Pressing his trembling body with both hands, his heart was filled with infinite love.
Meng Wan sat aside and watched the two children embrace each other, the sweetness that filled her heart before was gone, and the sweetness in the honeypot was already filled with the bitterness of tears.
The sadness in her eyes is hard to hide, maybe because she is a mother, or because she is also an omega, seeing a child like this, her heart is also filled with sourness.
The eye sockets gradually turn red.
She turned her head to take a breath, and stood up to hide her emotions.
"sorry."
After a long time, Huai Xing finally said the three words that he had repeated in his heart countless times.
Accompanied by choking, sobbing, tears, full of apology and sadness, he told Wei Xulan—
sorry.
"It's okay, Ah Ye." Wei Xulan ran his palm along his hair, stroking and reassuring him, "There's nothing I'm sorry about."
He held the child tightly, not only was he obsessed with his own smell, but he was also obsessed with his smell.
He closed his eyes and said comforting words one after another in a gentle voice.
After he calmed down, Wei Xulan called Meng Wan back to the table.
The heat from the dishes on the table has dissipated, but the weather has entered summer, and even after the heat is dissipated, it is still warm.
When the others sat back at the table, Huai Xing also pursed his lips and looked at Meng Wan: "Aunt Meng, I'm sorry."
Meng Wan was taken aback for a moment, and then smiled: "It's okay~ what's wrong with that?"
"Mom, I'm sorry too."
Wei Xulan lowered her eyes.
Meng Wan sighed helplessly: "Stop talking about this, hurry up and eat, family, there is nothing to apologize for."
Huaixing also bit his lip, picked up the chopsticks and squeezed them tightly in his hands, his wrists trembled uncontrollably.
After a meal, the three of them didn't speak any more, but the previous dignified atmosphere dissipated a little.
The three of them stood up and cleaned up the dishes, Meng Wan smiled, and turned to Huai Xingye: "Ah Ye still eats too little, have you lost weight?"
The boy raised the corner of his mouth slightly and raised a smile.
"I'll collect it," Wei Xulan took the dishes in his hand, "Aye's hand is not healed yet."
Huai Xing also opened and closed his lips, and finally closed his mouth, silently followed Wei Xulan into the kitchen, watching his back like this, and remained speechless.
"What's wrong?"
Wei Xulan smiled softly: "Why follow me? Go play in the living room for a while?"
"I, I have something to say." Huai Xing also let go of his encircling hands, and his expression couldn't help becoming serious.
Wei Xulan turned her head to look at him, with the corners of her mouth hooked and a smile: "Let's talk."
Huai Xing also bit his lip, raised his eyes and said, "I want to go out."
The man was silent for a while, and stopped what he was doing, and looked at the serious child in front of him.
"Now? It's getting late."
Putting down the things in his hand, he turned to face him.
"Yeah," Huai Xing also nodded, "I'm going out now."
Wei Xulan pursed her lips, sighed slightly, looked at the ground and then at his eyes.
This is probably the first time in the past few days that I have seen him speak so many words with such a serious expression.
go out? Where will he go
He wanted to ask in his heart, but he didn't look like he wanted to say, he probably didn't want to.
"It's late, come back early." Wei Xulan raised his hand to pinch his shoulder, and said suddenly, "Shall I take you out?"
"No." Huai Xing also shook his head, and raised his hand to pull his hands off his shoulders.
"I go by my own."
"..."
Wei Xulan pursed her lips and silently watched him walk out of the kitchen, standing there looking at the empty kitchen, or the man had already left the door after a while.
He turned around and propped his hands on the edge of the pool, watching the rippling water patterns in the pool, thinking where would he go
His lost eyes suddenly moved, he went out of the kitchen to get his cell phone, and then sent a few messages to Huaixing.
Most importantly - call him if you have something to do.
Huai Xing was already sitting in the car when he saw these messages.
He looked at the new news of the two reappearing in the chat box, his eyes wished to follow each word's gestures, and outline each stroke with his eyes.
He pursed his lips together, closed the phone and looked out the window.
When the car stopped by the side of the road, Huai Xing also looked up and looked around. This neighborhood should be where his brother lived recently.
He closed the car door, stepped onto the sidewalk alone, lowered his eyes to look at the ground under his feet, and walked steadily one after the other.
bang—
Huai Xing's eyes also widened suddenly, his heart beat violently, and he turned his head in panic, only to see a woman in a long red dress closing the door and walking behind him with a bag.
His eyes fixed on the woman's back, and finally he sighed and looked away.
Raising his hand to press his forehead to ease his shortness of breath, his heart ached from the rapid heartbeat just now.
His forehead seemed to be covered with a thin layer of sweat for an instant.
He lowered his hands and looked up at the orange sky.
There seems to be a bloody smell in the air...
Lingering in the nose, around the heart, lingering, can not forget.
Huai Xing also took a look at the phone, then put it back in his pocket and walked into the corridor, stopping in front of the house number that appeared in the message.
He raised his hand and rang the doorbell.
He stood outside the door for a few seconds, and there was a sound from inside the room, and the door was soon opened.
Huai Yeming, who was wearing home clothes, appeared in front of his eyes. His black hair, which had not been treated with pomade, hung softly in front of his forehead. He didn't have the feeling of an elite, but looked like a big brother in charge.
"Ah, come in quickly."
Huai Yeming turned sideways to let him in, his brows and eyes were adorned with a joyful look.
In order to make Huai Xing have a good impression when he also came to the house, he specially cleaned the room, took a shower, carefully selected clothes, and did not comb his hair.
Will this have the feeling of my brother when I was young
"Ah, you probably haven't eaten yet, right?"
Huai Yeming closed the door and walked in.
Huai Xing was also standing in the living room, his eyes glanced at the table of food on the table and he paused.
"without."
"Come on!"
Huai Yeming put his arms around his shoulders and hurriedly led him to the table.
"My brother's cooking tastes better and better~"
He pressed Huai Xingye's shoulder to make him sit down, bent down to check the temperature of the bowl.
"It's still hot! Hurry up and taste it!" Huai Yeming followed him and sat next to him, picked up chopsticks to pick up food for him, "Brother can make a lot of things now."
Huai Xing also glanced at the table, and the delicious dishes were printed in his eyes one by one, all of which were the names of the dishes that he had mentioned to him when he was a child.
Some have eaten, some want to eat, some have heard of others...
"Aye," Huai Yeming looked at him expectantly while holding the chopsticks, his eyes fixed on his cheeks, "Try a bite?"
Huai Xing also tightly held the porcelain bowl in his bandaged palm, looking down at the bowl, all kinds of dishes were put into his bowl.
Mixed with the aroma of food, and the heart of my brother, the heat spread from the side of the bowl to his palm.
The wound seemed to be burning hot, even his heart was burning hot.
"What happened to your hand?"
Huai Yeming put down his chopsticks, put all the bowls and chopsticks in his hand on the table like a blast, and took his hands to examine carefully.
Blood seemed to emerge from the layers of gauze wrapped around the palm of his hand.
"This is?" Huai Yeming raised his head and looked at him.
Huai Xing also looked at him with calm eyes, and his expression was as calm and indifferent as water on the surface of a lake, seeing him like this without any ripples.
He felt dazed for a moment.
Is this person in front of him the younger brother who was scolded and cried when he was young and wanted to be coaxed by him? Is it a child who needs to be coaxed patiently by him for a long time with a little scrape and a small wound...
He grew up and seemed to have become aloof.
Huai Yeming looked down at the hands in his hands, momentarily bewildered by his expression.
It seemed that it was just a small injury, but he was making a fuss.
He moved his dry throat: "Does it hurt?"
"It doesn't hurt."
Hoshiya's voice was still as calm as water.
"Okay..." Huai Yeming nodded, rubbed his fingers lightly, and then let go.
"Eat quickly."
Huai Xingye's eyes looked at the man in front of him, the elder brother in his memory became more and more mature, the kind he could always rely on...
At this time, the elder brother seemed to be lost, lost because the younger brother no longer wanted him to coax him, lost because the younger brother had something to do and not to talk to him...
Also because of the relationship between the two who have become estranged.
The two of them started chatting about 'business' after they finished their meal. It was Huai Xing who also brought it up on his own initiative, so there was no way to delay the matter too much.
Even when Huai Yeming washes the dishes, he has to stand by and discuss.
"How did Liao Ke sue me?"
Huai Yeming clapped his hands and his eyelashes trembled.
And Huai Xing just waited quietly for his answer, as if he had to say something.
The man sighed insignificantly, and stretched his hand into the cold pool: "Manic violence tends to be omega, you need to go to the prison for re-education, and wear an electric shock collar..."