Zhou Dumb

Wen's ancestors were a family of military officers, and it was passed down to the generation of Wen Xi's grandfather. He abandoned martial arts and followed literature, and devoted himself to building a scholarly family. However, he did not know that the only son born was rebellious. He insisted on abandoning literature and going into business. According to the transaction, this is Wen Xizhi's father.

In his early years, father Wen ran away from home holding a puff of anger, starting from scratch, and suffered the first blow in his life - he didn't know people well, all the property he invested was swept away by his partners, and he owed a lot of debts. The lowest point of my life.

It is inevitable that you will be depressed for a while when you are hit by a blow. Just when you are in a hurry to drink away your sorrows, on a heavy rainy day, carrying a bottle of wine and wobbling towards the main road, you are almost hit by a car.

The dazzling car lights flickered, Father Wen tried to open his eyes, and looked at the pair of legs that opened the car door and got off the driver's seat.

woman?

As the man stepped out of the car, Father Wen saw a graceful beauty with an umbrella trotting over in high heels, and he heard the beauty ask, "Are you okay?"

Like a clear spring in a mountain, the spiritual sound lingers in your ears, playing with your mind.

This was the best voice Father Wen had ever heard in his life.

Probably drunk, Father Wen thought.

So he fell flat on the ground.

This is the first time Father Wen and Mother Wen met.

"My father said that he was very grateful that his first setback allowed him to meet someone as beautiful as my mother."

It was already late at night, on the big bed in the study, Wen Xizhi put his arms around Zhou Menglai's waist, and wrapped him in his arms.

When the two were in this posture, Zhou Menglai always listened quietly, occasionally covering his waist with his hands, and kissing his chin on the top of his hair to tell Wen Xizhi that he was listening.

"My mother was a journalist, and even as my father's career flourished, she never stopped working.

24 years ago, during an interview with strikers in a chemical plant, she held a microphone and was about to talk to the gatekeepers...

Something unexpected happened.

The chemical plant was artificially ignited and an explosion occurred.

Although my mother was not fatally injured, she was shocked by the explosion and injured her eardrums, and while waiting for rescue, she was choked by the smoke and her throat was injured, and she lost the right to speak as a journalist..."

Zhou Meng hugged the person beside him back and forth, running his hands along his back from top to bottom, comforting a child.

"After losing my job, my mother stayed at home, and my father found a doctor for my mother. Dev was the doctor's assistant at the time. He told me that the moment he saw my mother, he was crazy about it. Until He is still doing research in this area.

Later, my mother stayed at home every day. In the past, because of the busy work of reporters, she had no time to accompany my brother. Since she became deaf and dumb, she dared not accompany my brother, and she was not even close to my father...

My father noticed the strangeness of my mother, and found that she often approached him secretly after he was asleep, carefully clutching the quilt and sobbing silently.

She changed from a sunny and proud girl to an inferior woman who washed her face with tears all day long.

My father was so distressed by this, he left a lot of business affairs in the company, and took my mother to travel around the world.

My father often said to me that I was the best gift he could give to my mother. "

Wen Xizhi looked at the memory through the lover beside him, with gentle eyes, "They had me on the way, and my mother gradually regained her confidence because of this young life in her womb.

I grew up in the silent environment of my mother since I was a child. My mother would play with me and watch me quietly from the side.When she was tired, I would help her beat her shoulders and squeeze her neck. When I was tired from playing, she would hug me and go to sleep together.

However, after giving birth to me, my mother's health became worse every day, and she passed away when I was nine years old. "

He shrank towards the end of the bed, put his head on Zhou Menglai's forehead, his body was slightly arched, and he held his lover's face in his hands, like an insecure child when he spoke.

"Dream, I miss her very much."

"So Menglai, don't feel owed to me. My mother, my lover, are all suffering from illness, how can I stand by? I love you, and I am willing to do my best to let you be like my father. You happy."

"If it is said that I am the best gift my father gave to my mother, then you, Zhou Menglai, must be the most suitable packaging bag my mother gave me."

"Every movement and every expression of yours is closely related to my love."

I don't remember whose kiss was on whose lips first. When Wen Xizhi finished speaking the last word, the two of them couldn't wait to stick together, eagerly asking for a kiss, their lips and tongues deeply entangled with each other, and their hands lifted their clothes. The robes were touched one after another, and the hot heat of the body provoked the emotion of desire, which rose and fell with the chest and spread with love.

"can you?"

With a hoarse voice, Wen Xizhi shook his head slightly as he looked at the boy with the open skirt beneath him.

"I haven't prepared anything, can I...?"

Zhou Menglai looked at him, put one hand on the bed, sat up slowly, the half-hanging pajama jacket slipped from the half of the red shoulder to the wrist, the other hand pulled his neck, and kissed him face to face.

The moon hangs high above the head, figures gather under the eaves, fingers are lingeringly clasped, and the tent is warm and smells the fragrance, falling into a dream.

Zhou Menglai dreamed of that woman again, but this time he could clearly see the slightly familiar eyebrows and eyes, and heard her laughing and coaxing the baby curled up in her arms in the silence, and gently patting her cheek with extreme tenderness.

She handed the baby to Zhou Menglai and watched him carefully hug the baby and hold his little fleshy hands.

She said, I love him.

Zhou Menglai looked at those clear and doting black pupils, and he heard a strange voice coming from his own mouth——

He said, I love him deeply too, I...will not let go, and will no longer use inferiority as an excuse...

He saw the woman's figure becoming clearer and clearer, and the moment he let go, it turned into bubbles all over the sky, carrying images, filled with colorful memories, like the "dream" Wen Xizhi sent him.

There are little babies crawling beside women, there are children toddler holding women's hands, and there are teenagers running in the courtyard like bean sprouts...

The baby in his arms touched the bubbles and grew up at a speed visible to the naked eye. When he was 22 years old, he became the Wen Xizhi he was most familiar with. They cuddled tightly in their dreams and connected physically and mentally after waking up. .

He thought that one day, he would personally tell the man who embraced him how important his presence was in his entire life.

(The text ends, and there are a few sweet side stories, which may be updated soon.)

The author has something to say: Afterwards——

Zhou Menglai looked at the man holding him behind him, and thought, one day, he will tell him, "You are so heavy!!!"

It’s been a while since Shimizu has been updated for a few months. Well, there will be a small bonus in the episode. Thanks to the little cuties who have been chasing and collecting more. I know that my plot and writing are useless. I hope the next article will bring it to you. Better reading experience, thanks for watching.