[Master, the young master has returned home. ]
Song Mingxuan looked at the text message sent to him by Hui's mother, leaned back, sat on the swivel chair and turned around, looking out of the floor-to-ceiling windows at the city that was still noisy and noisy despite the heavy rain, slowly curling the corners of his lips.
His adopted son in name is actually his blood-related nephew Song Yingchu seems to have discovered some great secret, but this secret, his real little adopted son still doesn't know. He only needs one opportunity now to completely tear the veil covering this secret in front of the young man.
As for Song Yingchu and Bai Xinlu, they were both excellent blades - shiny and sharp, they could hit the blood at the first blow, and they didn't need him to make a move.
"Ah!" Su Jinzhiwo sneezed on the cradle chair in the greenhouse, he sniffed and frowned, wrapped the blanket around his body tighter, and muttered, "Who is missing me?"
The light in the flower room was dim, and the mottled lights fell on Su Jinzhi's face and hair tips. He clutched his abdomen, and his stomach was burning because he hadn't had food to chew for a day. The surging stomach acid overflowed his throat, making him Feeling sick, the clothes that had been soaked by the rain before were sticking to his body half wet, even the faintest wind could make Su Jinzhi shiver from the cold.
He talked to No. 1 tremblingly: "No. 1, it's so cold here, when will my dad come home?"
Number One answered him: "Tomorrow morning."
Su Jinzhi was shocked: "Then am I going to freeze to death here?"
No. 1 comforted him hypocritically: "It won't die, host, don't worry."
Su Jinzhi still wanted to struggle: "...can I go back to sleep and come back here tomorrow morning?"
Number One said slowly, "Yes."
"No, no need. It's actually quite good for me to sleep here." No. 1 answered so briskly that Su Jinzhi didn't dare to go back. What if he accidentally overslept? Wouldn't that persona be completely ruined
Anyway, sleeping under the starry night sky, in the bustling and gorgeous flower house is quite romantic, it’s just a little cold...
Su Jinzhi comforted himself like this, and at the same time curled up his body a little tighter, carefully surrounding the rare warmth that had finally risen, he closed his eyes and gently smelled the fragrance in the greenhouse, his eyelids gradually drooped, and finally sank into the In sleep.
It won't be cold when you fall asleep, he thought.
That night, Su Jinzhi had a dream.
In the dream, he was still an earth diplomat, but the earth was not barren at that time. Although the atmosphere was seriously polluted, there were still many people living in a safe layer protected by isolation shields.
The soil outside the safe layer cannot grow any plants, but people need it and oxygen for survival, so every household has planted colorful flowers and plants on their roofs, windows, and rooms. So from the heights of the earth, outside the security layer is the quiet and desolate black rock desert, but inside the security layer is another colorful country.
It is fresh, beautiful, full of vitality and infinite beauty, where he smells the fragrance of flowers and falls asleep together at night, and when he wakes up, he will see—
Su Jinzhi blinked his eyes, the wet and warm feeling on the side of his face made him unable to react for a while, the bright sun in the morning stung his eyes, making the tears flow more violently, he saw Song Mingxuan leaning slightly in front of him, Smiling lightly, the dazzling and dazzling golden sunlight sprinkled on his hair and eyebrows like pieces of gold, outlining his already deep facial contours more clearly, his eyes fell on himself, his pupils were as black as In the dark night watching him in his sleep, occasionally a little dim light flickered out, like the few stars in the night.
The body moved one step faster than the mind, Su Jinzhi stretched out his hands and hugged the man's thin waist tightly, his face was pressed against his abdomen, his Adam's apple was trembling up and down, and his lips opened accordingly, but said Not a word.
The man raised his arms to gently embrace him, leaned over and kissed his hair, and asked him softly, "What's the matter, Jinzhi?"
"I had a dream..." Su Jinzhi said in a trembling voice, but after he finished speaking, those gorgeous and beautiful scenes in the dream quickly disappeared in his mind, without any traces to be found, as if he had come here When it happened so suddenly, he couldn't remember anything except a dream he had, and he didn't even know why he was crying.
"You have a fever." The man said with a sigh, stroking his forehead.
Su Jinzhi looked up at him in a daze: "Dad, Dad, I... Am I sick?"
"Yes, Dad will hold you and sleep for a while, okay? Let's go back to sleep..." Song Mingxuan stroked the boy's soft hair with his fingers, and softly coaxed him in a low voice.
Shi Jun stayed in the garage as usual in the morning, waiting for Su Jinzhi to go to class after breakfast, only to find that the young master hadn't come out after class time, which was absolutely abnormal for a boy whose life was extremely rigid. I went to find Mama Hui and the housekeeper in the mansion, but when they found out that Su Jinzhi was not in the room and had gone to the flower room, they immediately called Song Mingxuan.
He had already found out what happened on the night of the boy's birthday, and he also knew that Bai Xinlu was blackmailing him. He didn't go home all day yesterday because he was waiting for the boy to call him or send him a text message. As long as the boy opens his mouth, no matter how difficult it is. He will help him solve everything.
It turned out that the little thing only called his brother.
But he was clearly painting him secretly, and he was making some secret flower language, and when he woke up and saw himself just now, didn't he hug him tightly immediately, why didn't he say it himself? Is it because you are too shy
But Song Mingxuan soon thought that the young man might not be able to get over the hurdle in his heart. After all, in his heart now, he was his "father".
But Song Mingxuan didn't know that Song Jinzhi always knew that he was not his biological son.
Song Mingxuan sighed looking at the little adopted son obediently closing his eyes in his arms, carried him back to the bedroom, called the family doctor to give him antipyretic injections and tranquilizers, put on glucose water, and asked the secretary to call the boy's head teacher Ask for leave.
He watched over the boy patiently, and did not leave the house until he fell asleep to go to the study.
Song Mingxuan seized the time, and when the effect of the tranquilizer began to wear off, he called Song Yingchu and asked him to come to the study for a while—if the young man couldn't get over that hurdle, he would use a shovel to fill it up with his own hands. .
Song Yingchu soon came to the study. He looked at the man sitting in front of the desk with downcast eyes and said, "Father."
Hearing his "Father", Song Mingxuan raised his eyelashes to look at him, flipped through the file bag in his hand, tapped his fingers on the table without haste, and after a while, he said in a low voice: "Did your brother call you last night?"
The man didn't do anything, but Song Yingchu felt that the air pressure in the room became lower as he slammed on the table, and suddenly heard him ask such an insipid question, Song Yingchu was slightly taken aback, and then thought When he saw the text message after he came back, he frowned slightly and said, "Yes."
Song Mingxuan nodded, staring at him with dark gray eyes, and said slowly: "So, you know the recent things around your brother."
Song Yingchu met his gaze with a firm and steady voice: "Yes."
"Knowing that you still don't help him?" Song Mingxuan looked at the corner of his clothes exposed by the open door, the corner of his mouth curled into an almost imperceptible arc, but his tone was still flat, "He's your younger brother."
While talking, Song Mingxuan put the things on the table into the file bag bit by bit. Song Yingchu was a little far away from him, and couldn't see the things on the table clearly. When Song Mingxuan asked him this, he just gently "Heh" said: "He is not my brother, second uncle."
"Wow." Su Jinzhi, who was eavesdropping behind the door, cooperated with him, and said to No. 1, "This day has finally come, and I will be kicked out of the house soon."
No. 1 said: "Don't talk, feel your character design with your heart."
Su Jinzhi raised his eyebrows, and stretched his legs into the study, trying to let Song Mingxuan see more clearly—your little ancestor is eavesdropping here.
After Song Mingxuan heard Song Yingchu's changed address, he asked, "You know everything?"
Song Yingchu clenched his fists and took a deep breath: "Second Uncle, why do you keep hiding this from me, obviously I am your relative! But you let someone who has nothing to do with you be your son! "
"I used to hide it from you to protect you. After all, your father only has you as a son." Song Mingxuan's expression remained unchanged. Jinzhi shouldn't be treated like this."
Song Mingxuan's words were impeccable. Only Song Yingchu, who could see his movements clearly in the room, knew what he was referring to. The young man standing at the door heard his words at most and thought about what his brother had done to him. I will think about it. Song Mingxuan originally wanted to bring up the matter of Bai Xinlu and tell Song Yingchu on the table, but he suddenly changed his mind. Bai Xinlu's sword has other uses, so he shouldn't just throw it away now.
Hearing what he said, Song Yingchu snorted coldly, "He's useless, he's not worthy of being part of the Song family."
Song Mingxuan lowered his face, and threw the contents of the file bag in front of Song Yingchu, his voice full of anger: "Enough, Jinzhi is your younger brother."
"Is he? I will never admit it!"
Song Yingchu turned around and left after leaving these words, and the two broke up unhappy. Normally, he wouldn't dare to do this in front of Song Mingxuan, but today is different, he has to let Song Mingxuan see his determination clearly - Song Jinzhi must not be an obstacle to stop him.
Su Jinzhi stood by the door and didn't have time to dodge it, his fingers got stuck in the crack of the door, and when Song Yingchu pulled the door, his four fingers were firmly clamped.
With ten fingers connected to his heart, Su Jinzhi withdrew his hand violently. He shook his body and bit his lower lip so as not to let himself scream out, but the physical tears in his eyes fell down uncontrollably and fell on the carpet. Dark circles were blurred, he raised his head to look at Song Yingchu, his voice trembling because of the severe pain: "Brother..."
Song Yingchu was startled slightly when he saw the young man's red eyes and brown pupils soaked in tears, but soon his expression turned cold, he pushed Su Jinzhi's head away and left without looking back.
"Jinzhi!" Su Jinzhi was still ill, his footsteps were limp, and he slammed into the door when he pushed him, making a dull sound. Seeing this, Song Mingxuan immediately got up from his chair and walked towards him.
Su Jinzhi pretended to be flustered, glanced at him helplessly, and ran away quickly, clutching his sore shoulder, no matter how much Song Mingxuan called him behind him, he didn't look back.
Song Mingxuan chased after a few steps, and stopped when he saw the boy refused to stop.
Forget it, let him take it easy by himself first, anyway, the net he cast is about to begin to close.
After Su Jinzhi locked the door, he jumped into bed. The sedative given by the family doctor made him sleep until noon. It was past the money transfer time that Bai Xinlu had given him, but Su Jinzhi took out his phone and found that there was no There were a few text messages, but they were all sent to him by his tablemates Yan Rong and Lu Yuqi, asking him if he was sick again because he didn't come to class.
Su Jinzhi flipped through the inbox several times, and after confirming that Bai Xinlu did not continue to contact him, he let out a "tsk", probably Song Mingxuan had already discovered her actions, so he should get rid of her.
No one came to harass him anymore, and he didn't have to get up early to go to class to watch a day's mosaic. Su Jinzhi happily jumped on the bed a few times, and even downloaded a mahjong game with his mobile phone and played a few times with interest, spending all the money of the game character After losing, he reluctantly stopped.
Later in the afternoon, Song Mingxuan knocked on his voice, his voice was soft and soft, coaxing him: "Jin Zhi, I'm Dad, can Jin Zhi open the door for Dad?"
There was no movement in the room, just silence.
Song Mingxuan paused and continued to coax: "Jinzhi, you haven't eaten all day. Dad is very worried about you. Dad brought you a meal. Can you open the door to eat first?"
meal? Su Jinzhi pricked up his ears.
"Dad invited a pastry chef from France yesterday for you. The cake he made is delicious. After you finish eating, Dad will let you eat the cake, okay?" Song Mingxuan's deep voice was still full of tenderness. , but the tone of his speech would surprise someone if he heard it, because it should not be the tone of a father speaking to his son.
No matter which father dotes on his son again, he will never speak in such a low voice. It is more like a man's tender words when he coaxes his angry lover, full of temptation and sweetness, like a soft and light mouthfeel. But Su Jinzhi only cared about the desserts and cakes made by the French master he said.
Su Jinzhi touched his deflated stomach. The doctor hung two bottles of glucose for him before. In fact, he is not very hungry now, and his appetite is not very good these days, and he doesn't eat much. He can continue to suffer for a while. boil.
The cake will not run away, he will have to eat it sooner or later. Su Jinzhi comforted himself like this.
Song Mingxuan waited at the door for a while, seeing that the boy still refused to speak, he could only sigh, and said: "Then father is gone, if Jinzhi is hungry, he must remember to come down to eat."
Aunt Hui, who was standing in front of the long table, let Song Mingxuan bring the porridge up and brought it back again. The porridge in the bowl was full, and when she looked at the dish, there was no shortage of food. She immediately understood that the young master was unwilling. Eat, the young master didn't know where he went and didn't come back to eat. She looked at Song Mingxuan who was sitting alone at the table drinking soup, with a calm expression, and was in a hurry: "Master, young master..."
"Jin Zhi's mood is still not very good, and he doesn't want to eat." Song Mingxuan put down the soup bowl, "Mother Hui, you have to keep the porridge in the pot warm. Jin Zhi may come down to look for something to eat when he's hungry at night."
"Hey, okay." Hui's mother responded repeatedly, "I'll make some side dishes and heat them in the microwave. If the young master gets hungry, he can eat them."
Song Mingxuan nodded, and then sent a text message to Shi Jun, asking him not to come to Song Zhai these days, saying that Jinzhi might not go to class these few days, and then called his secretary to contact Su Jinzhi's head teacher, Zhan Lanshuang, to let him She asked for a few more days off for the boy.
The secretary said hesitantly on the other end of the phone: "Sir, Mr. Zhan said he wanted to make a home visit, because Master Jinzhi's studies in the class... don't seem to be very...excellent, and he doesn't communicate with other students very much in class. …”
Song Mingxuan was taken aback when he heard the secretary's faltering words, then thought of the boy's appalling grades, he couldn't help laughing, and agreed: "Okay, then let's go this weekend, you can help me arrange the itinerary, and spare a day on the weekend to come .”
The secretary replied: "Yes."
Su Jinzhi restrained his hunger and thirst, and waited until Song Mingxuan went to work the next morning before sneaking downstairs.
He went into the freezer and tried all the cakes made by the French pastry chef at home. He didn't have a good appetite these days, and he didn't eat much, but he didn't know why he suddenly wanted to eat sweets. I didn't starve him to death on the road yesterday, so I just had a good meal today.
Su Jinzhi sighed while eating, No. 1 really didn't lie to him, these cakes were sweet in mouth, moist and delicious, and the cream was fragrant and slippery, because it was still cold after being taken out of the freezer, one bite was almost sweet to his heart up.
But it was cool, but he hadn't eaten anything for almost a day and a night, and now he ate a bunch of cold and greasy desserts, or overeating, and the result was that he was tortured to death by stomach pain.
Su Jinzhi came back from vomiting in the toilet. Those cuties whom he praised so much before were all washed down in a ball of stomach acid. He crawled back to his bed, curled up and covered his stomach and moaned softly: "It hurts so much, brother!" …”
Before the word "ha" was uttered, Song Mingxuan, who received a call from the housekeeper, opened the door and came in. Su Jinzhi quickly shut up and hummed in a low voice.
And the softness in Song Mingxuan's eyes who hurried back was replaced by the coldness between his brows when he heard the pale boy on the bed call out the word "Brother". He didn't lean over immediately, but walked slowly Sit on the edge of the bed.
On the bed, the young man was already a little delirious from the pain, his already fair face was now as white as freshly wrung pulp paper, even his normally rosy lips had lost any color, his forehead was dripping with sweat, he stretched out his hand to touch it. , only touched a cold and slippery hand of cold sweat.
As if sensing that someone was approaching, his little adopted son reluctantly raised his eyelids, and looked at him dimly with those watery brown eyes, his lips squirmed twice as if to speak, but Song Mingxuan spoke ahead of time.
He said, "Jinzhi, I'm Dad."
Not the brother you called.
Su Jinzhi was so painful that tears came out. He blinked twice, and felt the warm liquid slide down the side of his face, but was quickly wiped away with his hands. The man lowered his head, his fiery breathing could be clearly heard, and he murmured softly close to his ear: "Is Jinzhi in pain? Why did he suddenly eat so much?"
Do you want to make yourself sick, and then let your dear brother come back to see you
But the elder brother you have always cared about doesn't care about you at all.
"Once he is stimulated, he will subconsciously look for the closest person for comfort, and may even have self-harm behavior..." Xia Xi's voice was still clear in his ears, and Song Mingxuan stretched out his fingers to gently touch the boy. Tightly clenched the fingers of the quilt—the next moment, his hand was tightly held by the boy.
Only then was Song Mingxuan slightly satisfied, and he leaned over and kissed the young man's smooth forehead: "You're so good."
Then he took out the stomach medicine in his pocket and stuffed it into the young man's lips, but he didn't stretch out his hand immediately, but pushed his teeth away with his fingers, hooked his little adopted son's warm and slippery tongue and gently turned it over Stirring, after seeing the boy raised his head in pain, he took a sip of hot water and lowered his head to feed the boy.
The sugar coating on the outer layer of the pill has already melted, and the rich bitterness spread in the mouths of the two, but Song Mingxuan deepened the kiss again and again, sucking and licking heavily with his lips and tongue, and biting it lightly with his teeth. Watching the boy's soft lips turn back to a rose-like color, he squeezed the boy's sharp chin tightly, forcing him to raise his head to bear himself, and entwine closely with him.
Su Jinzhi's head was dizzy, and when he regained consciousness a little, he found Song Mingxuan lying on the same bed with him with his coat off, Song Mingxuan was sitting half leaning against him, and he was lying in his arms, with his head tightly pressed against the man's. On his strong chest, he could even clearly hear the steady heartbeat from his chest.
Song Mingxuan held his waist with one hand, lifted the hem of his clothes with the other hand, pressed it against his stomach and gently rubbed it.
The man's palm was very hot, and the pressing force was neither light nor heavy, and it was extremely comfortable, which gradually relieved his pain. He blinked again, and the vague memory before his consciousness fell silent suddenly flashed in his mind.
Su Jinzhi licked his ripped and painful lower lip. After being dazed for two seconds, he jumped up from the man's chest, and looked back at him with wide eyes: "... Dad?"
"Fuck me!" Su Jinzhi recited Yan Rong's catchphrase, "My father kissed me! God! I'm so scared!"
No. 1 let out a heck: "I've noticed the unbearable joy in your heart."
"Absolutely not." Su Jinzhi vetoed No. 1 very seriously, "No. 0 promised me to arrange a world where I have a sexual life. I deserve it. Besides, I can use love to influence him to save him. Why not do it? ?”
No. 1 said: "Host, as long as you are happy."
Su Jinzhi was overjoyed in his heart, but on the outside he still showed the confusion of an ignorant teenager after he stumbled.