ten year dream

The sky is blue, so blue that it makes people tremble.

The room was so bright that Liang Xingjue could hardly keep his eyes open.

Liang Xingjue was wearing Mo Zheng's slippers, stepped on Mo Zheng's floor, and stood in Mo Zheng's house.

When Mo Zheng said they were going to stay at home yesterday, he never thought of Mo Zheng's house they were going to.

——Mo Zheng's home.

This kind of awareness made Liang Xingjue's mind go blank.

Mo Zheng said it was special training, but why is it here?At Mo Zheng's house?

"Xingjue, sit down first." Mo Zheng poured him a glass of water as he spoke.

"Come." Mo Zheng handed over the water glass, and Liang Xingjue took it with both hands respectfully.

Seeing his nervous appearance, Mo Zheng couldn't help laughing.

"Xingjue, I understand your family situation." Mo Zheng sighed slightly, and looked towards the bright floor-to-ceiling windows, "My father is a soldier. He stays in the army all year round and doesn't come back several times a year."

Liang Xingjue remained motionless, and the hand holding the water glass became even tighter.

"I was the same when I was a child. Although I had a father, it's not much different from not having a father." Mo Zheng didn't speak sadly, but there was some vicissitudes in his deep voice.

To be honest, Liang Xingjue didn't want to mention his father, especially in front of Mo Zheng.

A bastard without a father——he was afraid of such a label.

"So I understand how you feel." Mo Zheng said with fingers crossed.

You do not understand.

Liang Xingjue secretly said.

They may be the same in terms of missing a father in childhood, but a certificate directly separates them into two worlds.

When I was a child, my mother always sealed the household registration certificate at the bottom of the box, and never even wanted to mention it.I remember that when he signed up for elementary school, he took a peek at it, and it was printed with "unknown father" in faint ink.Just three words, doomed his childhood to be extremely bleak.

"I sometimes say in front of the camera that I'm celibate." Mo Zheng put his head lightly against his overlapping fingers, his dark eyes didn't know where to look.

Almost everyone knows about this matter. After all, newspapers and magazines like to dig up this kind of news and the reasons behind the news.Those in the company who knew the relationship between Mo Zheng and Duan Sheng thought that Mo Zheng was doing it for Duan Sheng, but hearing his tone, there seemed to be another reason.

"Back then, my mother was tired of the life of not being able to see each other for a year or ten days, so she filed for divorce. But the national regulations are there, no matter how crazy my mother is, it won't help." Mo Zheng sighed lightly, "I have been in love since I was a child. Just thinking, even if you fall in love with someone else in the future, you will never get married. Then if you get tired of each other, you can easily separate."

Hearing such a resignation sentence, Liang Xingjue put aside his bleak life for the time being, and looked at Mo Zheng silently.

"When I was in my teens, I had a big problem in a cameo TV series. I didn't know how to get along with the actor who played my father." Mo Zheng curled his lips, "My acting skills were criticized in that TV series. He quit the film industry at one point."

Liang Xingjue didn't expect Mo Zheng to have such an experience, and he was very surprised.

"Xingjue," Mo Zheng looked at his junior brother, "Now you have the same problem."

Liang Xingjue was shocked, and silently lowered his eyelids.

He thought he was hiding it well, but he didn't expect to be seen through so easily.

"If you can't solve this problem, then you can only become half of Jiang Guansheng." Mo Zheng's eyes gradually became serious.

Liang Xingjue was silent for a moment, then asked hoarsely: "What should I do?"

"That's why we are here today." Mo Zheng sat up straight, and there was a smile in his eyes, "Today, I will be your father for a day."

……

The melancholy atmosphere suddenly became comical.

What the hell is being a father for a day?

"That... Brother Zheng?" Liang Xingjue muttered, "I understand your intentions, but... I can't see you as my father."

Not to mention that Mo Zheng's age is only three or four years older than him, but in his mind, wouldn't it be a bit...incestuous to regard Mo Zheng as his father?

"What kind of person is your father?" Mo Zheng asked.

Liang Xingjue thought for a while, then slowly said: "He's a high school teacher. He wears thin-rimmed glasses. He is very thin and has slender fingers. He usually dresses very formally and speaks more seriously."

Hearing these words, Mo Zheng couldn't help but feel a little heavy. Liang Xingjue's impression of his father was almost all about his appearance, and he rarely had warm words.

"Wait for me for a while." Mo Zheng said and went to the storage room.

Liang Xingjue looked at the closed door, wondering what was going on inside.Not long after, the white wooden door was opened. Mo Zheng was wearing an old suit, a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on his nose, his hair was all combed back, and his back was slightly arched. He completely lost his usual charming appearance.

"Brother Zheng?" Liang Xingjue looked at him in disbelief.

"Does it look a bit like your father?" Mo Zheng asked as he straightened his cuffs.

Liang Xingjue nodded repeatedly. Although his father was not as handsome as Mo Zheng, he did look like this when he was young.

"What do you most want to do with your father?" After Mo Zheng finished speaking, he added apologetically, "I can't see the public with this face, so I can only do things at home."

Based on Mo Zheng's memory, the happiest thing he did with his father was playing spinning tops.It's not that the thing is so interesting, it's just that the top was cut by my father himself.

Liang Xingjue thought about it in embarrassment. He wanted to go out to play basketball, climb mountains, and eat barbecue with his father.But all outdoor activities are prohibited, so he can only reluctantly choose a way: "I want my father to read me a fairy tale once."

As a child, only his mother read him bedtime stories, because his father never dared to stay there.Firstly, the home was too small with only one bedroom, and secondly, he was afraid of being discovered by his wife.

"Well, it seems that our role should be pushed back more than ten years ago." Mo Zheng went over and took a picture album. He didn't have a fairy tale book here, so he had to find a similar one.

"Action." Mo Zheng shouted from a few steps away.

Liang Xingjue immediately shrank back to the sofa, and shouted with a smile: "Dad, tell me a story."

Isn't that a good fit?

Mo Zheng slandered, but his face became a little stern, "Let your mother read it to you."

Liang Xingjue knew that this "father" would not refuse, so he said coquettishly: "Mom always reads to me, and dad reads to me once."

Mo Zheng seemed to be hesitating, but finally picked up the album at hand and sat beside Liang Xingjue.

The albums are all kinds of works of art, some of which can be seen as people or ghosts, and some don't know whether they are real objects or not.

Liang Xingjue got closer to the album, and Mo Zheng pointed to one of the portraits and said, "This is the protagonist, Mr. Dog."

Liang Xingjue looked at the ferocious-looking man in the picture, and couldn't imagine how he would react if he saw these at a young age.

"A long time ago, Mr. Dog lived alone on another planet," Mo Zheng pointed to a picture that looked like a flower or a ball, "Mr. Dog felt that he was the king of this planet, so Go up to the stone and show off: 'I am the king here, you must submit to me, quickly become a palace, let me live in'."

Although Mo Zheng's voice was deep, it gradually became more and more ups and downs, as if he was really reading a picture book of fairy tales, "But how could the stone respond? Mr. Dog was very angry and kicked the stone hard."

"Mr. Dog must be in pain." Liang Xingjue frowned and said like a child.

"That's right," Mo Zheng looked at him with kindness in his eyes, "So, Mr. Dog walked to a wooden stick with his injured foot and said, 'That trickster didn't listen to my king's order. You smashed him to pieces!'”

Liang Xingjue couldn't help laughing, and moved his head to Mo Zheng's chest to see clearly what looked like a pipe or a long tube in the picture.

"Mr. Dog walked back to the stone with a wooden stick, and hit the stone hard. Suddenly—" Mo Zheng's tone changed suddenly, and Liang Xingjue's heart was lifted.

Mo Zheng's face became surprised, "I only heard a 'click', the stone did not crack, but the wooden stick broke."

"Ah?" Liang Xingjue exclaimed like a child.

"Mr. Dog was taken aback when he saw the half of the stick in his hand, and then said happily: "What a good stone, I want to turn you into my palace." After Mr. Dog said, he moved a few more stones from the side and piled them up. A small wall, live happily inside." Mo Zheng said with a sigh of relief, closed the album and said: "The story is over."

Liang Xingjue stared wide-eyed, "That's it?"

Mo Zheng nodded, then turned on the TV, "That's it, the game is about to start."

"Ah! Ah! I want to watch the children's channel!" Liang Xingjue hurriedly grabbed the remote control.

Mo Zheng stretched out his long arms to prevent Liang Xingjue from reaching him. Seeing the anxious look of the child, he smiled viciously.

"Hmph!" Liang Xingjue couldn't grab the remote control, so he folded his arms and acted like I would ignore you.

"Okay." Mo Zheng patted his head pretending to be annoyed.

"Then you play basketball with me after the game." Liang Xingjue pouted pitifully as he touched the place where he was photographed.

Mo Zheng nodded, then stared at the TV screen.Liang Xingjue sat on the side obediently, also watching the game.

"Dad, why is it that the guy in the red shirt scored the goal, but the guy in the white shirt still throws the ball?" Liang Xingjue asked pretending to be ignorant.

"Because the guy in the red shirt scored the goal, but he pushed the guy in the white shirt. So the referee let the guy in the white shirt throw the ball, which is only fair." Mo Zheng began to teach, "You see, everything has its own merits. Rules, if you do something wrong, you will be punished, understand?"

Liang Xingjue pouted his cheeks and said, "But I haven't pushed anyone."

"But you just snatched the remote control with your dad, that's wrong." Mo Zheng looked righteous.

Liang Xingjue was already laughing in his heart, but he still had to pretend to realize suddenly, "Oh, I see. That is to say, if I get the remote control first, Dad can't snatch it either?"

Mo Zheng was taken aback, scratched his nose and said, "Little ancient spirit."

Liang Xingjue stayed at Mo Zheng's house until dusk. Seeing that the sky was getting dark, he planned to go back.

Mo Zheng was still wearing an old suit, and his gold-rimmed glasses made people feel dull, "Xingjue, come here."

They were sitting on the sofa together, Liang Xingjue didn't know how close he was going to be, so he just moved a step.

Mo Zheng turned to him and said, "I know I can't replace your father."

Liang Xingjue pursed his lips and smiled. Although he couldn't replace him, Mo Zheng spent much more time with him than his father.

"What do you want to say to father, just take this opportunity to say it." Mo Zheng's voice was extremely soft, shaking Liang Xingjue's fragile heart.

Liang Xingjue nodded slightly, wondering if he should speak the truth.

"It's okay, I won't tell anyone." Mo Zheng gently raised his hands, as if he wanted Liang Xingjue to hold them.

Liang Xingjue felt a numbness spread from his fingers all the way to his heart, he squirmed his lips, and asked tentatively, "Can you say anything?"

Mo Zheng nodded solemnly, "Anything is fine."