my brother became a scum

I originally wanted to separate the two leaves, but after hearing what he said, I simply took them together.We returned to the main road, Zhang Chen sat in the wheelchair again, and the group returned to the company. After returning to the company, the person who took care of Chen An called and said that the child had a slight fever.

I changed my clothes and was about to go to have a look. Zhang Chen called me and said, "Can I go and have a look together?"

"It's not convenient for you to walk, so stay here, and I'll take you to see it when I have a chance."

He stopped talking, I hurried downstairs, the driver took me to Chen An's residence, the child's fever came and went quickly, and when I arrived, the doctor had already treated it, and the fever was half gone. But I saw him frowned and fell asleep aggrieved, his heart was so soft that he hugged and kissed again, and in the blink of an eye, it was midnight.

The assistant asked me if I would like to sleep here, and I was about to agree to him, but for some reason, I remembered the words Zhang Chen asked me before I left. At that time, I was busy going out, so I didn't see his expression, and I was a little worried for no reason.

I sighed and said, "I'll go back tonight, take care of Chen An."

The car drove back to the company again. I got out of the car and took the elevator to the room. When I opened the door, I found that the room was pitch black. In the darkness, there was a faint smell of tobacco in my nostrils.

I don't know why I didn't turn on the light, but lowered my footsteps and walked in the direction of the smoke - I saw Zhang Chen, sitting in a wheelchair with his back to me, with a huge Floor-to-ceiling windows, and thousands of lights.

I was very close to him, but he didn't realize it. After a while, he stubbed out the cigarette in his hand and said in the dark: "You are back."

"I am back."

I didn't ask him why he smoked, and he didn't ask me why I came back.We can't be completely heart-to-heart, he has his ideas, and I have mine.

For example, I didn't ask how he got along with Wu Ming in harmony, nor did he ask why I seldom take him out.The syrup we have been trying to stir, at this moment, solidified and stagnated, and became cold and hard.

Zhang Chen took a breath and said, "Hug me."

I didn't hug him, just stood there, looking at the same lights as he had seen.

After a while, I heard the sound of a wheelchair sliding slowly by. Zhang Chen moved to my side little by little, stretched out his hand, wrapped his arms around my waist, and said, "You seem very unhappy?"

I am used to his sharpness, so I asked him: "Just now you were by the window, what were you thinking about?"

"Thinking of you, thinking of you waiting for me when you were young, that's probably how I feel now."

"That's not the same."

"Ok?"

"I know you're going to find someone else, but you know, I'm not."

The darkness blurred the expressions, and gave each other a layer of pretense that they knew each other well. Some words seemed to be separated, pretending that they were not worried about causing harm and distress to each other.

The relationship called gun/friend when I was young was a bondage for me, but it was a liberation for him. I didn’t want to invest too much emotion in him, but he left my grandfather’s room and smiled with me. When saying goodbye, I always find it difficult to contain the thoughts that shouldn't grow.

Look, he's gone, he's about to kiss and sleep with someone I know or don't know.

Sometimes I also hope that there is an eraser that can clean up some past memories, so that I can live the next day without any grievances and pure happiness, without having to occasionally let the memory roll out and vomit blood from my heart.

Zhang Chen kept silent. He was very smart and knew that everything he said at this time would be wrong, so he simply stopped talking.

I thought again, what do I care about with him, his legs are useless, mentally precarious, old and almost penniless, but I still like him a little bit, confused, this life is over.

You see, Zhang Chen is not that bad, he is very kind to me, he even tried his best to save me a few days ago, he has become well-behaved, obedient, cute, and clingy, making it easy for people to like him, what more can I ask for? Woolen cloth?

I may just not be reconciled to it.

I am not reconciled that I have not met a person who loves each other, who is consistent and accompanied by each other.

Unwilling to follow the old path of her mother, she spent most of her life working for a scumbag.

I'm not reconciled to Zhang Chen not being what he used to be, but I just can't leave him.

It's really hard to be a good person.

I stretched out my hand, stroked Zhang Chen's hair, and said, "I don't want to spend the next life with you."

Zhang Chen didn't speak, stretched out his hand and carefully opened the zipper of my trousers, released my limp penis, licked its tip with his tongue, and swallowed it bit by bit.

I watched him flirt with cold eyes, but I couldn't help but indulge in his lips and tongue. Desire/desire was raging in the too narrow narrow passage, and the corners of his eyes were filled with rational water, but he obediently let me play, fishy/ The sweet cum was swallowed by him, and I had a tiny, revengeful pleasure, but quickly suppressed it.

He tucked the desire/desire back under me and zipped up his pants.

I held out my hand to him, palm up, and I said, "Give me a cigarette."

He groped in silence for a while, found out the cigarette and lighter, lit one, and handed it to me. I stretched out my hand to hold the cigarette, and watched the flame burn up little by little without smoking.

Before the cigarette was burned out, I said, "I'll take you to see Chen An tomorrow."

"Chen Heping, what are you afraid of?" Zhang Chen slightly raised his head and looked at me, as if innocently puzzled, "That's your son, I won't hurt him."

"I'm not afraid that you will hurt him, but I'm afraid that you will spoil him."

"I'm in your heart, is it that bad?"

"When did you feel better?"

Zhang Chen turned his head, "cut", and said, "Don't worry, I won't spoil him. Besides, does such a young child know what is good and what is bad?"

"Because he doesn't know, we must teach him well, prevent him from going astray, and let him be a good person."

"But Chen Heping, you have been a good person all your life, aren't you tired? As long as you are a little bad, you won't have such a hard life."

"As long as I'm a little bad, your life won't be so comfortable."

Zhang Chen didn't refute my words, but just stretched out his hand to grab my hand, I let him grab it, and he curled his mouth in satisfaction.

"Thank you."

"You don't have to thank me. How I treat you is my business after all, and has nothing to do with you."

Zhang Chen took my hand and pressed it against his chest, as if joking, he said to me: "One day you regret it, just kill me."

"I won't kill you," I answered seriously, "It's not worth destroying myself for you."

"Then will you treat me badly?"

"Why do you think I treat you badly?"

"Didn't you think about it before, and you told me about it."

"I chose to give up at that time, and I will never do it later."

"Sometimes, I wish you could treat me better. The wound in your heart is buried too deep. I will feel sorry for you when I look at it."

"You sounded nice, but these injuries were clearly stabbed in by you."

"I regret it." Zhang Chen clenched my hand, as if he was afraid that I would pull it out, "Chen Heping, I regret that I was not so kind to you when I was young."

"That's useless, there's no way to turn back the time and do it all over again," I sighed, a little helpless, more relieved, "I can't care about these things with you, the more I worry about it, the more upset I get."

"You're such a nice guy."

"I thought this sentence was calling me stupid."

"So, do you still hope that your son will be a good person in the future?"

"Hope."

"He will meet many villains like me in the future, and will be hurt a lot. Maybe he will cry secretly like you."

"I'm not so sad that I cry in secret," I retorted this sentence, and felt that it was better not to refute, "I will protect him well and make his journey as smooth as possible."

"But you can't protect him for the rest of his life, there is always a way, let him walk by himself."

"Then we can only let him go. I hope that he is an upright and strong good man who can stand upright in this world and do whatever he wants. Just ask for four words and be ashamed of his heart."

Zhang Chen stopped talking.

Sometimes I also feel sorry for him, no one has taught him the complete truth, he was stubborn and lacking in love in his childhood, he just opened his heart to the world when he was a teenager, and when he encountered those things again, he got involved in power, money and beauty prematurely , I don't know black and white.

But he's been in the dark for so long, black from the inside out, I don't think years in prison will teach him what's right.There are his unique rules in his world, and this rule has long been fixed and will not change with the influence of the outside world.

It is absolutely impossible to ask Zhang Chen, who is in his 20s, to restrain himself and love someone wholeheartedly.He was at the highest point of his life at that time, he was used to wanton and reckless, and he was cruel enough.

Sometimes I think, there are so many opportunities, I will take a completely different path with him, never get in touch with him, and I can't grasp it.It's nothing more than his stalking, and I'm not hard-hearted enough, so I can only say a bad fate.

The hour hand has passed two o'clock, and most of the lights in Wanjia have gone out. I pushed Zhang Chen back to the room, hugged him and sank into the bedding. Talking about love stories.But in his love words, I closed my eyes and fell into a dream.

When I woke up the next day, it was already late. After breakfast, Zhang Chen found out a scarf and hat for himself, and looked at me with a half-smile.

I rubbed the space between my brows, and could only say, "Let's go, let's go now, isn't it okay?"

The child's illness has just recovered, and he was still a little sleepy. Zhang Chen stretched out his arms to hug him, and kissed him cautiously. Chen An was not afraid of life. He seemed to have the same attitude towards everyone. too rusty.

Zhang Chen hugged it for a while, and I took the baby out of Zhang Chen's hands. After shaking it a few times, I heard the baby crying. The nanny reminded me softly, "It might be peeing."

"Do you need a diaper change?"

"Yes, just pass it to me."

I was holding the baby, hesitating whether to change his diaper myself, but I heard Zhang Chen say, "Let me change it for him."

"Very dirty."

"I have to change it for him. When the child grows up, I have something to say."

Having said that, I put the kid down and told him to do it.

He did it very carefully, without any boredom on his face, wiped the dirt with wet wipes several times, and replaced it with a clean one.

"Chen Heping." He called me softly.

"how?"

"It's not a way out for your son to always be outside. The place we live in is big enough. Let's take him there."

"The child is still young, and I am too busy."

"The nanny will go there with me. Besides, I'm free, so I can help change a diaper."

"Do you think you can live under one roof with this kid?"

"Why not, don't worry, I won't take him badly, or let us get along first, and if it doesn't fit, send him back."

"He is a child, what can he say is appropriate or not?"

"I won't abuse him. I still want to raise him well. When he grows up, he won't dislike me and drive me out."

"You think so much. With me here, how could he drive you out?"

"In another 20 years, I will be old Zhu Huang, and you should retire to take care of yourself. At that time, if you don't listen to him, what else can you do?"

"If he dares to do that, I'll break his leg."

"You say that now, and it sounds very heartwarming to me," Zhang Chen smiled, his brows curled up, but his words were cold, "But people's hearts are changeable, and there are always many unavoidable things. This child will one day become the most important thing in your heart." Important person."

I wanted to refute him, but realized that there was nothing to refute. After all, blood is thicker than water is not a lie. Even I am not sure how many times I can leave my child in the middle of the night and turn my head away. Find Zhang Chen.

If they could develop some affection, they would have avoided a lot of things that could have happened anyway.

So before winter came, Chen An’s child moved into the building, and Zhang Chen also evolved from a scumbag to Zhang’s father. Every day, he began to compare the nutritional content of milk powder and complementary food, obsessed with changing diapers and teaching children to speak.