self-control scale

"I don't know if you want to?"

Luo Zijun especially wanted to block the child with his big hand and answer: "I don't want to."

But he suffocated all his energy and just held it still, watching his nose and nose and heart.The box suddenly fell silent, all three of them lowered their heads, each with their own minds, waiting for a result, the frequency of breathing intertwined, fluctuating with the ticking rhythm of time.

The waiter knocked on the door suddenly and said, "Excuse me sir, the crispy pigeon is sold out, do you want to change it?"

The crispy pigeon is gone, let's change it to crispy duck, Teacher Luo twitched at the corner of his mouth, and finally waved his hand: "Remove it, don't want it."

I didn't come here for dinner, so it's gone, who cares about this.

The waiter closed the door with a "click", bringing the focus of the room back to the question just now. Luo Zijun was so anxious that sweat broke out on his head. Just as he was about to wipe it off, he heard the child softly say, "No more."

The three words sounded like the sound of nature to Luo Zijun's ears, and he instantly felt comfortable from his forehead to his throat to his heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys.

"It's inconvenient for you to move here rashly, and..." the child paused, pursing his lips at Luo Zijun, revealing two dimples: "I like being with Uncle Luo."

Who said that tea can't be used, Luo Zijun is in a daze right now.

Hearing that his son rejected him, Jiang Guowei became anxious: "I will tell you at home, as long as you..."

For the first time in Mr. Luo's life, he interrupted others impatiently: "Mr. Jiang, sometimes I feel that telling the truth without reservation is not necessarily the wisest thing. As you can see, I can take good care of him." Okay, then we should respect each other's living habits, and if you miss him, please come to my house anytime."

"Then what if you get married and have children in the future? What will he do?"

Jiang Guowei threw out the core of the problem in one sentence, like a time bomb exploded in the private room.

This time it was Du Chengyi's turn to hold his breath, his eyelashes flickered, and suddenly his trembling hand, which was hidden under the table and resting on his lap, was held in another warm palm, and he squeezed it tightly, getting stronger and stronger. Tight until the nails are pinched into the flesh, it hurts a bit.

"No ifs."

No, no if.

The short seven-word answer from one to the other has already brought today's conversation to an end.

Jiang Guowei knew that it would be useless to persuade him any more, so he simply stopped talking and just kept feeding Ducheng Yi.

Luo Zijun peeled the crab silently on the side. The meat of the crab shell and crab legs was removed one by one with tools, dipped in vinegar and ginger, and a large bowl full was pushed in front of Du Chengyi.

The child was not surprised, he took it and ate it without even saying "thank you", as if it had become a habit, he picked up the fish balls in the bowl Jiang Guowei gave him, wrinkled his nose, Luo Zijun opened his mouth, moved his head closer, the child Feed him contentedly.

"I'm not picky about food," Luo Zijun explained.

Later, Teacher Luo settled the bill while he was going to the toilet, so that the meal was not too ugly in the end.

Before leaving, Jiang Guowei suddenly stuffed Luo Zijun with two books, saying that they were left by the older generation, and it was useless for him to keep them, thinking that Luo Zijun brought them last time he asked for them.

The two books seem to be very old, and the yellowed pages are crumbling, but fortunately, they are still well preserved, not to the point of fragmentation.

When Luo Zijun saw him take the book out of the bag so casually, he was terrified. Who made Mr. Luo a book lover.

He asked the child to wait in front of the hotel and drove by himself.

Today's conversation was too fulfilling, and the child was bouncing back and forth at the door and couldn't help but secretly want to hum a song.Suddenly, I saw two people staggering out of a seafood restaurant next door. With their heads down, they could be seen as two men at a glance.

His fiery red hair was so eye-catching, and the person who was supporting him beside him gritted his teeth and muttered for some reason.

Du Chengyi was startled, isn't this Lin Xiaoyuan?He ran over to help, only to see Lin Xiaoyuan cursing while wiping tears: "You idiot!"

Zhuang Shihuai's face was pale, and the broken hair on his forehead was wet with cold sweat. His eyes were half open, but he was still conscious, but he didn't even have the strength to reply.

Luo Zijun also came in his car. Seeing this posture, he quickly stepped aside to help.A waiter rushed out of the restaurant and said that they couldn't park at the entrance. Teacher Luo drew two red tickets and stuffed them into the pocket of the man's uniform: "Thank you."

Lin Xiaoyuan whimpered and said: "My dad refused to let me go out and withheld all my documents. He went to negotiate with my dad, but my dad forced me to drink a table of wine before he could take me away. This idiot just drinks Already!"

Zhuang Shihuai's sweat trickled down his temples, his eyes were red with pain, he rarely took off his gentle manner and scolded: "I've already drank it, what can I say for nothing."

Lin Xiaoyuan kicked him in the air: "You still have the strength to speak! You can forget about drinking to death! If it wasn't for the young master following you, are you planning to confess here today? Do I want you to save me! Like it or not I don’t like anyone who wants you to pity me!”

Zhuang Shihuai glanced at him without saying a word, and suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood while lying on the curb.

Pedestrians screamed, and people rushed out of the restaurants on both sides of the road. Looking at the battle, they thought someone was drunk and started a fight, clamoring to call the police.Seeing that the situation was getting more and more chaotic, Luo Zijun hurriedly stuffed Zhuang Shihuai into the back seat of the Hummer, and rode Juechen to the hospital.

Lin Xiaoyuan usually keeps his mouth shut, but he is still a child at the critical moment. He has never seen such a situation. In the back seat, Zhuang Shihuai is still trembling with his lap on his pillow. It's not the man on the lap but himself.

Zhuang Shihuai seemed much calmer. After vomiting blood, he seemed to have completely drained the last trace of energy from his body. Now he closed his eyes and lay quietly on Lin Xiaoyuan's lap. When Lin Xiaoyuan went to shake his hand, it was rare for him not to dodge.

The emergency room was in turmoil, with acute gastric bleeding, and he had to be hospitalized immediately.Although Lin Xiaoyuan is usually violent, he is still a young master who does not touch the spring water. He is always greeted by servants when he is sick. Why did he come to the hospital alone in the middle of the night and run back and forth? He has no clue. Fortunately, Luo Zijun Accompanying him in and out of registration and infusions until midnight, finally put this tall patient on the hospital bed and settle down.

After calming down and looking at Zhuang Shihuai's pale face, several people felt hungry.

Du Chengyi accompanied Lin Xiaoyuan to the convenience store behind the hospital to buy some food. The doctor ordered that the diet should be mainly liquid rice soup for half a month. It's soft and light.

Lin Xiaoyuan came back with a bowl of instant porridge, warmed it up in the microwave and brought it in, not knowing what else to do, she just sat by the bed in a daze.

"My dad did it on purpose today!" He thumped the bed angrily.

Lin's father had been wanting to build a film and television city for a while, but he hadn't been approved for a long time. Later, Lin Xiaoyuan mentioned Zhuang Shihuai to him, and he took it seriously. They all went back without moving.Lin Xiaoyuan's father has always held a grudge against this matter, this time knowing that Zhuang Shihuai was going to take the child out, he even directly threatened to open the back door or drink, Zhuang Shihuai would rather not bend, so he chose to drink.

"It's my fault..." Lin Xiaoyuan buried her face in Zhuang Shi's shoulder and rubbed it, like a cat, the pillow towel was wet.Zhuang Shihuai fell asleep, his shallow breathing accompanied by the bright moon outside the window, no one in the ward spoke for a long time.

Lin Xiaoyuan played with Zhuang Shihuai's hair, sniffed and said to Luo Zijun and Du Chengyi, "Go back first, I'll watch him, and I'll ask the nanny to bring something tomorrow."

"Can you do it alone?"

"Crap, I can't live anymore! Besides, I'm going out, it doesn't matter if I don't go to class." Lin Xiaoyuan pulled out a smile that was uglier than crying, and then lay on the side of the hospital bed motionless and looked at Zhuang Shihuai.

Luo Zijun glanced at the man on the bed several times before leaving.Watching Lin Xiaoyuan help him tuck the corner of the quilt for a while, and poke his earlobe for a while.

This world is too unreal, going round and round is not about friends not getting together. Who would have thought that Zhuang Shihuai, who had vowed to help a "smooth exchange of human favors at the same value" a few months ago, would toss himself into the world for the sake of a poor child a few months later. Hospital.

Emotional matters, who can tell clearly.

We can only resign ourselves to fate. If God opens his eyes, everyone will have their own blessings.