After being dumped by his son and his father

There is no deep hatred between Wen Ziheng and Wen Yuanxian, but Wen Ziheng's dislike for Wen Yuanxian is like the continuous drizzle, quietly flowing into his heart, as time goes by, that Layers of negative emotions will only build higher and higher like a fortress.

So much so that now when Wen Ziheng saw Wen Yuanxian's name, he would have a physiological nausea reaction.

Wen Ziheng didn't know the existence of a half-sister like Wen Yuanxian until he was seven years old, but this sister was not a good thing in Wen Ziheng's life.

She is like a sharp thorn everywhere, hiding in her clothes all the time and piercing Wen Ziheng's skin, but she did not cause substantial harm to Wen Ziheng. The trauma she caused to Wen Ziheng was invisible The pranks that arise at any time in childhood, the spiritual ridicule and oppression, encourage others to isolate Wen Ziheng and even carry out cold violence against him.

Little by little, it interspersed in Wen Ziheng's life from childhood to adulthood.

Five years ago, if Wen Yuanxian hadn't racked his brains to sow discord, Wen Ziheng wouldn't have broken his heart with his only relative in this world, Wen Liren.

Wen Ziheng held the phone in a daze for a long while, until Wen Xi, who was awakened by the ringing of the phone, made a humming sound in his arms, he realized it belatedly, pressed the mute button, put the phone on the bedside table, hugged Wen Xi buried herself in the bed.

It's a pity that Wen Yuanxian has never been a person who is easy to let go. If the first call is not connected, then continue to call the second one until Wen Ziheng is connected.

Even if Wen Ziheng dragged her mobile phone number into the blacklist, she could still find another mobile phone and make a call in the first time. This perseverance is amazing.

However, Wen Ziheng didn't want to have any communication with Wen Yuanxian. In his perception, this vicious younger sister would go to the Three Treasures Hall for nothing. After Wen Ziheng lost contact with that "family", he and Wen Yuanxian hadn't spoken to each other for more than five years.

The impatient Wen Ziheng directly turned off the phone, Wen Ziheng glanced at the wall clock on the wall, and then hugged the sleepy-eyed Wen Xi to get up, dress and wash.

First put on a small shirt for Wen Xi and pair it with a one-piece vest and jeans. After watching the little guy stepping on Pikachu slippers, opening the door and running to the bathroom, Wen Ziheng picked out an ordinary suit from the closet and changed into it. , just put on the coat, and heard a rush of footsteps.

I saw the little guy running in from the outside, his numb face was expressionless, and his beautiful brown eyes were full of panic.

"Father!" Wen Xi rushed into Wen Ziheng's arms, buried his small head on his chest, like a little camel trembling when encountering an enemy and seeking protection.

"Son, what's the matter?" Wen Ziheng thought that Wen Xi wanted him to help him wash up, so he patted his son on the back in a funny way, comforted him softly for a while, and waited until his reaction was not as intense as before, then picked him up and walked out.

As soon as he walked into the living room, he saw Wei Qing in an apron leaning against the kitchen door frame, holding a broken eggshell in one hand and a spatula in the other, staring at Wei Qing with a raised eyebrow. Wen Ziheng——no, to be precise, his gaze should be on Wen Xi who was hiding in Wen Ziheng's arms.

"You're so timid, doesn't it look like a mother?"

Wei Qing snorted mockingly, and approached with long legs, Wen Ziheng suddenly felt that Wenxi's small body trembled even more, and wrapped his hands tightly around his neck.

"You haven't left yet? What did you do to my son?" Wen Ziheng hurriedly took a few steps back, thinking of the pitiful appearance of Wen Xi who rushed into the bedroom and rushed towards him just now, he was instantly angry, "I agree with you Stay at my house for one night, but it doesn't mean you can bully a child casually!"

He is less than five years old!

He also has autism!

What's more, he is your own son!

"How dare you bully him..."

Wei Qing didn't expect Wen Ziheng's emotions to become so agitated all of a sudden, and he was a little panicked in an instant. After calming down quickly, Wei Qing also stepped back to distance himself from the father and son, and slowed down. Try to explain quickly: "Listen to me, no matter how unnatural I am, I will never bully a child with no hair. I was frying eggs in the kitchen just now. .”

Wei Qing spoke dryly. Since he broke up with Wen Ziheng that year, he has never explained something to someone so patiently. He doesn't like to explain and doesn't bother to explain. With his identity and status There is no need to use words to gain understanding and support from others.

But Wen Ziheng is different...

Even though Wei Qing really didn't like that child, when he thought of the joint blood of Wen Ziheng and a strange woman flowing on the child, he was so jealous that he was about to go crazy, as if a hand had tightly squeezed his heart, and his limbs were all skeletal. blood is flowing backwards.

"Okay, don't talk about it." Wen Ziheng looked indifferent, and gradually retreated to the bedroom door with Wen Xi in his arms, "It's ten past eight o'clock, and you should leave my house."

After finishing speaking, Wen Ziheng didn't look at Wei Qing again, turned around and went into the bedroom, Wen Xi who was lying on his shoulders opened a pair of round eyes, looking at Wei Qing timidly.

Until there was a bang on the door——

closed.

The surrounding area was extremely quiet, as if the sound of the air slowly settling could be heard, and the time passed by, Wei Qing was still standing there, her eyes as deep as a pool of quiet springs fixed on the closed bedroom door, her face expressionless It was impossible to see what he was thinking at the moment on his face.

After a long time, Wei Qing sighed almost inaudibly, went into the kitchen, and threw the egg shells crushed in his heart into the trash can.

On the other side, Wen Ziheng quickly put Wenxi on the sofa after returning to the bedroom, while he stuck to the door and listened carefully to the movement outside the door. After an unknown amount of time, Wen Ziheng finally heard the security door being opened There was a creaking sound, but within a few seconds, the door was gently closed again.

Wen Ziheng heaved a sigh of relief, opened the door and walked out. Wei Qing was no longer in the room, but there were baked toast, fried eggs and ham, and two cups of warm milk on the dining table.

"..." Wen Ziheng looked at the things on the table with a complicated expression, and felt mixed feelings in his heart for a while.

After breaking up with Wei Qing, Wen Ziheng never thought that he would get along with him in this way again.

When they lived together in the past, Wei Qing liked to cook very much. Whether it was the morning of class or holiday, he would prepare breakfast and bring it to Wen Ziheng in front of the bed. He also called it taking care of his boyfriend. In fact, he just wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to eat tofu, which made Wen Ziheng feel ashamed and annoyed every time.

After Wen Ziheng helped Wenxi wash up, he carried his son to the dining table and sat down. The father and son ate breakfast in silence.

The familiar taste seemed to be alive and drilled into his mind along the taste buds, and it was like a hand suddenly pressing the memory switch.

Wen Ziheng looked down at the golden and crispy toast, suddenly a scorching liquid was about to pour out of his eye sockets, when he quickly closed his eyes to try to stop the tears from flowing out, there were already a few pea-sized teardrops dripping down into a milk glass.

Then, those tears could no longer be held back...

He suddenly recalled his past with Wei Qing. The last time he and Wei Qing met was in the United States five years ago. Wen Ziheng, who was only 21 years old at the time, was still a junior student, and Wei Qing was studying at the same school as a graduate student.

At that time, they had been dating for more than two years. As time passed, the misunderstandings and conflicts between the two became deeper and deeper. Finally, after drinking once, Wei Qing said that he was tired.

That is, I don't want to continue.

Those three words pierced Wen Ziheng's heart like a sharp sword, and the sudden pain made him almost unbearable, so he disappeared for a month, giving both parties sufficient time to think about it.

A month later, when Wen Ziheng contacted Wei Qing again, he found that the other party had blocked all his communication methods. Wen Ziheng, who was hopeless and unwilling to give up his last hope, had to call Wei Qing's friend Qiu Xi, and contacted him. Ask Qiuxi to tell Wei Qing that at two o'clock the next afternoon, I will wait for him in the coffee shop I often go to.

——The wait is a week.

Wei Qing never appeared in Wen Ziheng's life again, just like he broke into Wen Ziheng's world unexpectedly, and disappeared so quickly without making a sound.