When Hang Sizhou returned to the living room, the little girl who had been sitting there watching TV with great energy had fallen asleep on the armrest of the sofa.
The colorful light from the TV screen shone on her delicate little face, and her drooping eyelashes looked like two colorful little fans.
How come this kid looks so much like her dad even when he’s asleep
Hang Sizhou reached out his hand and touched her bulging cheeks, his fingertips touched her bulging cheeks, and he couldn't help but pinched them.
Soft.
Just as I was about to pinch it again, I heard footsteps behind me.
"Maybe he didn't sleep in the afternoon." Xiao Hang walked around Hang Sizhou, bent down and picked up Xiao Zhihan.
Hang Sizhou: "What should we do? Just let her sleep like this?"
"Let her sleep for a while," Xiao Hang said, "My mother said she had finished her work ahead of time and will come down to pick her up."
Hang Sizhou opened his eyes wide: "So fast?"
As he said this, there was a reluctance in his voice that he himself was not aware of.
Xiao Hang heard it and glanced at him in surprise.
Realizing that Xiao Hang was going to take the baby to the guest bedroom, Hang Sizhou immediately stopped him: "Go to the master bedroom."
After waking up yesterday, Hang Sizhou walked around every room in the house. Although the guest bedroom was cleaned regularly, it looked like no one had lived there for a long time and was not a suitable place for children to sleep.
Xiao Hang froze for a moment while holding the child. When he looked at Hang Sizhou again, there was a look of surprise in his eyes that he could not hide.
From yesterday to today, Hang Sizhou gave him too many surprises.
He had to think about that question over and over again: Why did Hang Sizhou do this
Hang Sizhou sat back on the sofa.
He had his back to Xiao Hang and did not notice that the man had been standing in the corridor for quite a while, staring at him with increasingly deep and complicated eyes.
He wanted to turn off the TV, but accidentally returned to the home page interface. Hang Sizhou saw a movie on it that he had wanted to watch in the cinema.
Before he could see, he arrived ten years later.
It would be better to watch it without paying, thinking so, Hang Sizhou clicked on it.
This is a quasi-biographical film that tells the growth story of Huang Yang, a pianist he likes.
It is said that the script was shown to Huang Yang, who gave his approval.
There were footsteps behind him, and Hang Sizhou turned around: "Are you sleeping well?"
Xiao Hang nodded.
Hang Sizhou raised the volume a little to make himself feel more at ease.
Just now, he turned the volume to mute for fear of disturbing Xiao Zhihan.
In order to achieve better playback effect, Hang Sizhou turned off the lights in the living room, leaving only the cold white light from the screen and the warm light leaking from the corridor.
Shortly after the film began, Xiao Hang came over holding a tablet and sat next to Hang Sizhou.
Hang Sizhou didn't want to share the joyful movie-watching time with Xiao Hang at all, but the man had been looking at the tablet quietly since he sat down, as if he were air.
Hang Sizhou didn't want to argue with him and ruin his mood, so he quickly focused his attention back on the movie.
Huang Yang had an unhappy childhood, but unlike other musicians, his playing was full of vigorous vitality.
Hang Sizhou remembered that when he first heard the other party's performance, he was as excited as a stream rushing down from a mountain.
It was also at that moment that he fell in love with the piano.
Although he gave up playing the piano due to some things later, it did not prevent him from always liking such a pianist.
Unexpectedly, Huang Yang's childhood was even more unhappy than he had imagined, with his father's infidelity, domestic violence, and his father's suicide by cutting his wrists.
The tone of the film is always dark.
The little child had disheveled hair and ran barefoot into the long corridor.
The camera follows his main perspective, the sudden darkening of his vision, the sound of footsteps, and the child's chaotic and rapid breathing.
Hang Sizhou was shouting "fuck" wildly in his heart.
Isn't this a biopic? Why is it shot in such a subjective style
Hang Sizhou has been fearless since he was a child, except for horror movies and suspense movies with the same style.
Hang Sizhou curled up into a ball, his hands tightly gripping the armrests of the sofa, not daring to make a sound.
He could choose to stop the movie, but Xiao Hang was sitting next to him. It would be better to be scared to death than to be discovered by the other party that he was afraid of these things.
The child finally walked through the long dark corridor and stood at the bathroom door.
His hand, so thin that only bones were left, was pressed on the door panel. On the other side of the door, his father was lying in a pool of blood, and a bright red handprint was imprinted on the door.
"Dad?" A weak voice came in the silent air.
Hang Sizhou shuddered all over and his heart almost stopped.
Before his brain could issue any command, his body automatically flipped over and jumped into the arms of the person next to him.
She curled her arms and legs around Xiao Hang like a snake.
"dad?"
Another shout was heard, this time it was much clearer than before.
It also sounds familiar.
Before Hang Sizhou could react, the man had already held his waist with one hand, grabbed the remote control beside him and pressed the pause button.
"Hanhan? Are you awake?"
Hang Sizhou looked towards the corridor with his head stiff.
The little girl rubbed her eyes, stood at the entrance of the corridor, and looked at them with confusion.
"Dad, what are you two doing?"
Hang Sizhou lowered his eyes and met the eyes of Xiao Hang who was looking up at him.
Hang Sizhou: “…”
With a stiff face, he said in a voice that even he himself couldn't convince himself of, "The sofa is too hard, Dad, please lend me Big Dad's legs to sit on."
Xiao Hang: “…”
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Xiao Zhihan came out to drink water because he was thirsty.
After drinking the water, Xiao Hang carried her back to bed.
But she refused to sleep. She took out the picture book she brought and asked Xiao Hang to tell her a story.
Since Xiao Hang was not there, Hang Sizhou didn't dare to continue watching.
But he didn't have the face to go in and chat with Xiao Zhihan, for fear that the little girl would ask some strange questions again.
Hang Sizhou sat in the living room for a while, and soon the doorbell rang. Xiao Hang's mother came.
Different from his impetuous mother, Xiao Hang's mother Kang Ying has always been a very gentle and kind woman.
Time seemed to have left no trace on her body. Only when she saw Hang Sizhou and curled her eyes could she see a few crow's feet.
Hang Sizhou had met Kang Ying several times before, but the relationship now was different from before.
He stood there, holding it in for a long time, and finally uttered "Mom".
Kang Ying was stunned: "What did you call me?"
If not mom, then what should I call her
Hang Sizhou probed: Mother-in-law
Kang Ying: “…”
People who never called her mom or mother-in-law before suddenly used both words today, and she was really scared.
After the two looked at each other for a moment, Xiao's mother raised her hand and touched his forehead. She thought to herself, he didn't have a fever, so why did he suddenly become so abnormal
Hang Sizhou also touched his forehead.
Is there something on his forehead
Fearing that the child would not sleep comfortably, Xiao Hang helped her take off her socks and skirt when he brought her in.
Xiao's mother helped her put on her clothes. When she was about to carry her out of bed, the little girl suddenly hooked her neck and asked, "Grandma, can I sit on your lap when we go back later?"
Although Kang Ying is gentle, she doesn't spoil her child: "No, Hanhan has to sit in her own little chair."
"But, just now the little daddy was sitting on the big daddy's lap!"
The little girl puffed up her cheeks, and the dimples on her lips appeared and disappeared as she spoke. "He said that the sofa was too hard. I think my baby chair is too hard too."
Mother Xiao: “…”
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Xiao Hang sent Xiao Zhihan and his mother downstairs.
After the little girl climbed into the car, Xiao Hang said goodbye to her as usual.
Just as he was about to walk to the other side to help his mother open the door, Kang Ying suddenly grabbed him.
After pulling his son to the shade of a tree nearby, Kang Ying said, "Ah Hang, I think I still need to make some things clear to you."
Xiao Hang lowered his eyes: "What's wrong?"
Kang Ying pursed her lips: "You and Sizhou, are you still...divorced?"
"If you can live together, then live well; if you still have to divorce in the end, then you'd better maintain the way you were before and don't create a loving image in front of the children. This way, if you really divorce in the future, she won't be too upset."
"Sizhou doesn't like children, so just take them. Anyway, I have been taking care of them for so long, I can help you take care of them forever."
Somehow, Xiao Hang, who usually wouldn't refute him, suddenly asked, "Is it because Auntie has been taking care of him for so long?"
"How do you talk like that, kid?"
Xiao Hang frowned.
He didn't say anything else, but nodded: "I understand."
Looking at his son's receding back, Kang Ying let out a long sigh.
She has always liked Hang Sizhou, but some of his behaviors over the years really made her feel cold.
As a mother, she didn't want her son to be dragged like this. Although she knew she shouldn't say these words, she couldn't help but say them.
I just hope Xiao Hang won’t be angry with her because of this.
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Hang Sizhou took a quick shower and lay on the bed to chat with his friends.
[Zhou Zhou: Brothers, have I ever complained about the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law problem before?]
[Handsome Yan: ???]
[Handsome Yan: Mother-in-law and daughter-in-law issues? ]
Hang Sizhou scratched his head.
[Zhou Zhou: I think Xiao Hang’s mother doesn’t seem to like me very much.]
[Zhou Zhou: But she clearly liked me in the past. Did she and I have a quarrel over raising children these years?]
After typing a series of words, Hang Sizhou turned over and wanted to lie down and continue chatting.
As soon as I raised my eyes, I saw Xiao Hang standing beside the bed with an expressionless face.
I don’t know how long this person has been standing there. The phone was just placed flat on the bed, and I don’t know if he could see it clearly from that angle.
No matter what, it’s always right to accuse first: “Are you a cat? You walk without making any sound!”
The phone in his hand kept vibrating, and so did his heartbeat.
Xiao Hang stared at him, his face, which usually showed no emotion, was tense, his jawline was as if carved by a knife, and his pair of dark eyes were deep and unfathomable.
What's wrong with this guy
It's just sending a child back home, why are you so unhappy
The boss is a grown man, but he can't even handle these little emotions of parting, tut tut tut.
Hang Sizhou complained in his heart for a while, but finally decided not to make things difficult for him since this man was both a cook and a pot-washer.
"Are you also reluctant to let Hanhan go?"
Although Xiao Hang didn't say anything, Hang Sizhou could feel that Xiao Hang had nothing to say about the child.
Hang Sizhou thought that Xiao Hang, who was cold to everyone, must be a very serious and unreasonable father. Unexpectedly, in front of his children, he behaved like a very qualified father.
"also?"
Hang Sizhou frowned.
What's wrong with this person? Is the key point of his question "also"? He clearly asked "I'm not willing to part with it"!
Xiao Hang looked at him and said, "What do you think about us taking Hanhan home and raising her ourselves?"
Hang Sizhou blinked: "Did your mother say something about you?"
Xiao Hang did not answer, but repeated the question again: "Do you want to?"
Hang Sizhou didn't have much thought about raising children. He was busy taking care of himself now and naturally didn't want Xiao Zhihan to come and affect his life.
But in the softest corner deep in his heart, the tiny seed that Xiao Zhihan had just planted showed signs of taking root and sprouting.
"If you want, I have no objection." Hang Sizhou finally kicked the ball back to Xiao Hang's feet.
Xiao Hang looked at him for a while, then suddenly laughed: "Didn't you hate picking her up before?"
What's wrong with this guy today? He looks sad one moment, then smiles the next, and asks irrelevant questions.
Hang Sizhou glanced at him and said, "I hated you so much before, but I still married you, didn't I?"
Xiao Hang tilted his head slightly and suddenly leaned down.
Before Hang Sizhou could react, he was pressed down on the mattress by the man, with their foreheads almost touching.
Every breath he took was filled with Xiao Hang's smell, a strange yet familiar one.
Hang Sizhou subconsciously wanted to push the man away, but the hand on his waist tightened even more, and half of his chest was embedded in the man's arms.
"And now?"
A large area of light was blocked, and Hang Sizhou could only see the man's straight nose and the faint haze under his drooping eyelashes.
"Do you still hate me?"
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