Qin Zhiyuan and Qiao Fan

"Are you so nice to everyone?" Qiao Fan lay on his side facing Qin Zhiyuan.

"No, it's not that I'm overflowing with love and have nowhere to spread it." Qin Zhiyuan lay on his back without feeling sleepy.

"No one has ever been so kind to me," Qiao Fan said softly, "My mother is a lady, and no one knows who my father is. My mother was cheated when she was pregnant with me, and gave birth to me helplessly. She threw me away several times, but was always taken back by my grandma. Although my mother often beat and scolded me, my grandma loved me very much."

Qin Zhiyuan listened quietly until the sound of sobbing came, he turned around and patted Qiao Fan through the quilt.

"Do you know," Qiao Fan continued, "my grandma raised me for a purpose. He wanted me to provide for her daughter..."

Qiao Fan's voice mixed with crying came from Qin Zhiyuan's ears to his heart, "Stop it, Qiao Fan, stop it."

The crying became louder, "I always thought that the person I was closest to in this world didn't really love me. What she really loved was her daughter. She raised me for his daughter..."

The person under the quilt was twitching, Qin Zhiyuan sighed, got into Qiao Fan's bed, and hugged him, "Qiao Fan, listen to me, your grandma loves you, no matter what the reason is The reason raised you, it is a fact that she loves you, this is real, you can't deny it."

"Do you know why I am called Qiao Fan? My mother said that I am an annoying thing, a troublesome trouble. When I registered, the person in charge of the household registration told my grandma how to choose such a name. If it is not good, I will change it to ordinary. Look, even the name reveals disgust."

"Qin Zhiyuan, I think I really like you. I like to be hugged by you, and I also like to hold you. This is the first time I have such a feeling, so I like it." Qiao Fan reached out and hugged Qin Zhiyuan's waist , buried his head in Qin Zhiyuan's chest.

"If you don't like me, don't say it, as long as you don't hate me, just let me lean by your side." Qiao Fan lay on Qin Zhiyuan's chest and said with a heavy voice.

Such a fragile Qiao Fan made Qin Zhiyuan feel distressed. He pulled Qiao Fan into his arms, touched his head and said, "Stop talking, go to sleep, Qiao Fan."

Qiao Fan slept soundly that night. When he opened his eyes, it was already dawn, and Qin Zhiyuan was no longer in bed. Thinking of himself last night, Qiao Fan shook his head and cursed in a low voice, "Fuck."

"You're in good spirits this morning." Qin Zhiyuan stood at the door at some point, "Do you want to wash the bowls for another week?"

"Uncle Qin, you don't have to threaten me. I can cook rice, but I can't wash dishes." Qiao Fan got out of bed and was about to go to the bathroom. When he came to Qin Zhiyuan's side, he looked at him provocatively, "If you It’s not too dirty, and it’s okay to continue eating with an unwashed bowl.”

This kid has a strong recovery ability, come on, save him from comforting him.

"Hurry up and wash up and cook, I'm hungry." Qin Zhiyuan knocked on the bedroom door. He was so hungry that he was about to order takeaway, but he could bear it when he thought of the food Qiao Fan made.

"Well, just wait, uncle." Qiao Fan brushed his teeth, "It will be ready soon."

Qiao Fan fried the quick-frozen dumplings bought yesterday, and made porridge with preserved egg and lean meat. After the meal, Qin Zhiyuan finished it as usual.

"I'm not going out today, I want to read," Qiao Fan said as he opened his schoolbag, "Do you want to go out?"

Qin Zhiyuan thought of buying a desk for Qiao Fan, and replied, "I have something to do, and you need to go to my room to read. There is a desk inside, which is more convenient."

"When you came here for the first time..." Feeling Qin Zhiyuan's staring eyes, Qiao Fan swallowed back the word "Mom", "Why don't you let me use it?"

"Oh, I don't want you to use it," Qin Zhiyuan said simply and directly, "I'm going out, you can read a book."

Qin Zhiyuan still doesn't know whether this counts as being together, he has never been so unconscious before.When he was in a relationship before, he was very clear about every step he took, and he would plan how to take the next step, but this time he was a little messed up, feeling that everything was out of control.Forget it, let’s just leave it at that, Qiao Fan studies so hard, he can’t be distracted, let’s talk about it after the college entrance examination next year.

In the evening, the bed and desk were brought over. Qiao Fan looked at his room and didn't feel a sense of reality until he lay on the bed. He really lived in Qin Zhiyuan's house like this. How long will he stay?