I'm sorry, I don't need a son

On New Year's Day, Meng Churan's family of four, plus sister-in-law and grandparents, the whole family of seven sat around a table and had a relatively harmonious reunion dinner.

The relationship between Meng Churan and Meng Fanxing hasn't changed much, and they are still at the level of being disgusted with each other. Meng Chuling mentioned that he wants to open a kindergarten, but Meng Fanxing means that even if you don't want to take over the business, at least you have to. Doing a decent job, what is the future of being a kid king, it's not shameful enough, it was because I didn't pay attention to fill in such a broken major, and now I want to play big, how could I agree.

But now there is half a semester before graduation, he is not in a hurry to talk about it with his son, and if he really wants to do it then, he doesn't believe that Meng Churan will not go to him, so at this time, my position is still upright.

After the meal, we talked about the question of future career. It was my grandfather who brought it up. Meng Churan didn't intend to hide it, so he just said that he didn't care about the opinions of his family, and he would do it if he agreed or disagreed. Unexpectedly, grandpa would open up and support him, and promised that if you encounter financial problems, you can spend all your money. It's a loan, but no interest. This made Meng Churan slap on grandpa's wrinkled face. something like that.

After Meng Churan left, the old man taught Meng Fanxing a lesson.

Meng Fanxing said that starting a business now depends on the market demand. Kindergartens are all over the streets, so it is not suitable to squeeze in, especially large ones, with high investment, low returns, difficult enrollment, and slow promotion time. These are all problems, but the old man’s opinion It’s because the child finally had something he wanted to do, and he owed him a lot when he was young. It’s more than 20 years old, and he needs to support what should be supported. He can’t discourage his enthusiasm. For a penny, Meng Fanxing of course still objected, saying that this was to condone his prodigal family, not to support him. In the end, the father and father had an unpleasant incident and went home with their bags.

Seeing the empty house with only his wife in front of him, the old man couldn't help sighing, wondering when his Meng family would be reunited in harmony, no more quarrels, no more disputes.

His wife persuaded him not to be angry, and he should talk to his children. The mention of children made him even more distressed. There was also an old unmarried girl who stayed at home and refused to listen or beat him. Words, but none of them made him worry in the end.

I have no choice but to pin my hopes on my grandchildren, hoping that they will be promising, obedient, and do reasonable and compliant things.

If the old man knew that the eldest grandson who placed the greatest hope would bring back a son-in-law in the future, he probably wouldn't faint, but he would be speechless in shock.

Closer to home, as soon as Meng Churan entered the community, he saw the familiar license plate number parked in the courtyard.

The headlights were on, but the person seemed to have fallen asleep, and he didn't know how long he had been waiting here.

Meng Churan knocked on the car window, Zhong Chenxi sat up straight in a jerk, turned around and saw that the person who had been waiting so hard had returned, and quickly opened the door to get out of the car.

"Uncle, why did you fall asleep here? How long have you been here?"

It was probably due to being in the car for a long time, and his legs were a little weak. When the car door was closed, he couldn't stand still and leaned forward. Meng Churan reached out to hold Banyi in his arms.

The familiar taste, although icy cold, still makes Zhong Chenxi's heart flutter.

"It didn't take long. The key to my house was lost to my mother. I... have nowhere to go, so I just..."

This clumsy reason is probably only believed by three-year-old children. After speaking, he blushed completely, and Meng Churan took it as the real thing. He tightened the uncle's collar and said tenderly: "Come on."

The former snickered, while the latter shy.

Does this count as uncle pursuing me, Meng Churan asked himself.

Although the warm air was turned on in the car, it may have been too long, and the heat was not turned up because of sleeping. When I came to the warm room, I felt like spring. After taking off my coat, I couldn't help shivering.

Maybe it was really bewitched, in order to see him, I lied to my parents, I chose a coat because I was afraid that the down jacket would look bloated, and I ran all the way wanting to spend the first day of the new year with the people I miss. There is only one explanation for doing this kind of thing, and that is to love that young boy too deeply, especially after accepting the cold reception, the seeds of wanting to get closer to each other grow in his heart at a thousand speed every day, urging him to do something between conflicts and desires. thing.

Meng Churan went to the kitchen to cook ginger soup. Looking back, the uncle's face was still red. He was afraid that it was a sign of a cold, so the ginger was put into the pot, so he went to find the medicine box and took out the cold medicine.

"Uncle, you drink the ginger soup first to drive away the cold. Take this cold medicine before going to bed. I'm afraid I'll clash with the ginger soup. It's better to take some time in between." Meng Churan brought the bowl in front of Zhong Chenxi and stirred it with a spoon. Stirring, blowing, and handing it to him, the movements and eyes are gentle, even if the whole body is frozen at this time, it is worth it for this moment.

Ginger soup flowed down the throat, warming all the way to the heart, maybe it was cold after a while, after a while, Chenxi felt cold all over his body and shrank his shoulders.

"It's the twelfth lunar month soon. Why doesn't uncle wear a down jacket? No matter how thick the coat is, it won't be worth cotton-padded clothes. You're really, you're so grown up, you're still playing tricks. Lie down."

Meng Churan blamed him while going to the cabinet and took out a blanket to cover him, and tried his forehead with his hand, it was really hot.

"Uncle, you have a fever, shall we go to the hospital for an injection?"

"No, I won't go, I want to be at home." Zhong Chenxi pulled back Meng Churan's hand that he wanted to withdraw. This was the result of his premeditation, how could it be so fast.

"Then let's cool down physically like before, you wait, I'll get ice cubes."

Meng Churan remembered that there seemed to be cooling stickers, so he poured out all the medicines in the medicine box and found them. After checking, he made sure that they were not expired. Then he went to the bathroom to get a towel, took out ice cubes from the refrigerator and wrapped them around his neck.

From the beginning to the end, Zhong Chenxi didn't close his eyes. He knew in his heart that it was just a low-grade fever, but seeing Meng Churan's nervous look, running around trying to cool him down, he seemed to have found the feeling of being together again, and his heart The next warm current.

"Chu Ran..." Zhong Chenxi called softly, to make sure whether the warmth at this time was real.

Meng Churan's attention was all on his burning, and he didn't pay much attention to his expression.

"Huh?" Meng responded, switching the ice cube to the other side.

"Thank you."

There are too many things I want to say, too many things I want to ask, mixed together and finally turned into this sentence, sometimes Zhong Chenxi really hates himself for being stupid, and always stops when he wants to express, I don’t know if it should be like this, no Knowing whether that should be done or not, what I thought on the way, what I planned in advance, now it has come true but I shrink back.

The person you want to see is just around the corner, and your breathing, eyebrows and eyes are the same as usual. You can put your lips in your arms with a light hook, and you can also find an outlet for the pain of lovesickness at that time. Come out to obstruct, does he still like you, will you add to his troubles by doing this, no, don't care, I just want to hug this person, what can I do.

Stretching out his hand from the blanket, and about to climb onto the man's neck, Meng Churan changed his sitting position and stretched the distance for a while, so frightened that he quickly withdrew his hand, supported one side of his body and turned over.

"Is the sofa uncomfortable, let's go to the bedroom."

"It's good here, let's just stay here." Zhong Chenxi tried to hide his embarrassment, and buried his head on the sofa.

Meng Churan put down the ice cubes, bent down and picked up the uncle, and walked straight to the bedroom.

"I can't, I can walk by myself." Although he was nostalgic, he was still ashamed, at this moment he was like a child of a few years old, let someone take care of him, besides, this hug happened at this time, he really wanted to die.

"Why not, don't you like it? What will you do after you don't cherish yourself so much? You have to exercise more, you know, look at uncle, he is skinny, and his complexion is not good. Okay, the bed is more comfortable, you just lie down , I'll find you pajamas."

Meng Churan's soft words combined with a mind-grabbing smile were enough to kill him to pieces, his breathing became stalled with the beating of his heart rhythm, and the previous coldness was replaced by a hot current. Fortunately, Meng went out, Zhong Chenxi Only then did he let out a sigh of relief, and he had to admit that he was defeated by such an aura, and he was eaten to death, and there was nothing more to do.

The half of the key chain protruding from the pocket of the coat was bought for him by myself, how could he not know him, he deliberately wore a coat and slept in the car, he didn’t go to the doctor for a fever, his eyes never left his face since we met, desire No, dodging and hesitating, Meng Churan knows exactly what he wants to say, what he wants to do, what he wants, such an uncle is like a mouse under his claws, he feels a sense of satisfaction while playing, and also feels the joy of being chased.

Although, sometimes I can't bear it, and I can't bear it and want to pounce on it.

"I'll change it myself." Zhong Chenxi stood up, wanting to take the pajamas from Meng Churan's hand.

Meng Churan didn't move, the clothes in his hands were tightly clenched, the words were self-evident, and he raised one eyebrow to signal him to take off his sweater.

The ambiguous atmosphere is getting stronger and stronger, and the movements of his subordinates are naturally slow. Meng Churan likes to look at him as a shy little woman, so he escalates even more while playing around. can be placed anywhere.

Taking off the sweater, Meng Churan didn't dare to take a closer look. He was afraid that he would not be able to control it. The automatic delivery of delicious food to his door is an invincible temptation. Let him show you how it is a matter of control.

Stretch out the pajamas for him to put on, put them through the arms, and fasten the buttons, and the long-lost throbbing from the body temperature touch in the shuttle, Zhong Chenxi forcibly suppressed the desire to hook it up again.

"I'm not feeling well, so don't take a bath today. I'll go downstairs and pour water. I'll be fine tomorrow morning after taking the cold medicine." Looking at him dotingly, blinking her eyelashes into Zhong Chenxi's heart .

Meng Churan put the changed clothes on the stool at the end of the bed, turned around and went downstairs.

Then there was another sweet smile.

After feeding Zhong Chenxi the medicine, the two of them touched their foreheads to test the temperature. I don't know if it was a psychological effect or it was really a good medicine, but the temperature actually dropped a lot.

"Uncle, sleep well, have a good dream." Fingers slid across the red lips, wiped away a drop of water around the lips, smiled charmingly and got up to leave.

Meng Churan felt that he could give ten points to his performance tonight, what he said and what he did were all in place.

He was sure that in a short while, the uncle would throw himself into his arms, call him 'ran' again, and even say those three words first.

For Zhong Chenxi, Meng Churan is both a good medicine and a poison. Seeing or not seeing this medicine can control the latter's thinking very well. When not seeing, he appears like a devil in dreams to torture himself from time to time; when seeing, All ailments and unhappiness can be healed and disappeared immediately as long as there is eye contact.

There is a special magical power in this person, which can make up for what he doesn't have, can fill in what he lacks, can bring him a brand new one, and can inject what he can't even imagine.

Chatting with his parents at night, the parents once again mentioned the matter of finding a mother for Lele, he hesitated several times, and prevaricated indiscriminately. At that moment, he felt that it was not the time, but at this moment, he felt that it was time to have a showdown with his parents when.

What Lele needs is not a mother, but a little daddy.

What I need is not the gentleness of a woman, but the majestic embrace of a man.

As his only friend, Wei Zhiming told him later that he was in a depressed state after breaking up with Meng, "If you feel happy, if you feel that you will last forever, if you feel that you must be him, Leaving him is like dying, so go ahead and do it, I support you."

The strength from a friend at least made him less worried. He cherishes this friend very much. He is also a teacher, a friend and a partner. Although he made a fool of himself in the matter with Zhang Xiao before, he still stands up for himself. This is the biggest comfort.

Then the rest are the parents, Lele is absolutely fine.

Parents have old-fashioned thinking and live in a marginalized urban area. Can they accept that their son is an outlier, a weird person that they have never thought about, and believe that there is nothing that cannot be accomplished with hard work, and there is no door that cannot be opened.

The night was still and the lights were warm, Zhong Chenxi recalled the touch of the fingers sliding over his lips, and slowly closed his eyes.