【Tea cloth ABO】feeding bottle, report and rose

"Naranga was beaten in the model airplane class."

Apache stared at the text message on the mobile phone for a full half a minute, until Shi Keyaluo who was beside him noticed his friend's stiff and ugly face, and secretly poked his friend's arm with a ballpoint pen.

"Hey, what's the matter?" the orange-haired Alpha asked in a low voice.

Apache withdrew his thoughts, but still frowned.He looked up at Mrs. Paklino who was writing on the blackboard with her back to her classmates, then lowered her body halfway and signaled to Skearo, who was beside her, to "take cover for me".

Then the silver-haired Alpha lay down on the table and started to make a phone call. The voice of the party connected after the ringback tone sounded a little surprised.

"Apache?! Are you not in class?"

The college student named ignored Bugarati's question and said directly, "What's wrong with Naranga?"

There was a brief silence on the other end of the phone, and Apache heard the sound of the car engine beeping.

"I don't really know yet." Bugarati said, "The teacher of the airplane model class just called me and said that Naranja was beaten by a boy in his same group. I am leaving from the company now, and the other parent It seems that I have already arrived at the school. I will talk to you after I see the situation."

It's just unbelievable.Apaki was frustrated, his forehead was throbbing with veins, Nalanja was stupid and slow to respond, and he was always good in the nursery class. Why was he beaten on the first day of the model airplane class?

"He must have been bullied!" Apaki said, sounding like he was gnashing his teeth, "Nalanga is so good, it must be that kid who sees him as a bully."

"Why are you more excited than me?" Bugarati's voice came, and he spoke quickly as if he was in a hurry, "It's okay for kids to fight. Gedo used to fight often, and I always went to school to wipe his ass. But Naranja...it's the first time. You have to study well, and I'll take care of it."

Bugarati hung up the phone, and Apache had to give up if he wanted to say anything else.Seeing the other party holding the phone in a daze, Shi Keyaluo took the initiative to ask, "Are you leaving?"

Apache raised his gaze and glanced at the other party: "Nalanja was beaten in the hobby class."

"what?!"

The unconsciously raised volume immediately attracted the attention of many students in the quiet classroom. Fortunately, Mrs. Paklino’s deafness has worsened in recent years—of course, it’s also possible that she doesn’t want to bother with this group of people who are taking elective courses and mixing credits. The cubs are gone.

Shi Keyaluo expressed his apologies to the surroundings while lowering his head and getting close to Apache: "How could Naranja be beaten?"

Apaki shook his head: "Mr. Bugarati doesn't know the specific situation yet, he said he will contact me when he gets there."

"Poor little friend." Shi Keyaluo patted his friend on the shoulder, "But it's normal for little boys to fight. Who hasn't been beaten when they were young?"

Apaki rolled his eyes at Shi Keyaluo, he is not in the mood to attend the class now, his mind is full of the matter of Nalanga being beaten.I have to check my mobile phone every 3 minutes, for fear of missing the news of Bugarati.

It wasn't until the class was about to end that the phone's notification sounded slowly.

"We are going to the hospital for an examination now, and it will probably be quite late."

"How's Naranja?" Apaki replied quickly by manipulating the keyboard.

"The eye is swollen, but the eyeball looks fine. But he also beat the other boy."

Of course you have to call back.Apache thought, we can't suffer in vain.So Apache replied:

"How did that kid get beaten?"

"The knee was broken and the mouth was opened."

That's okay.The silver-haired Alpha thought for a while, we hurt one place, they hurt two, we won.

After a while, Bugarati sent another message:

"After picking up Gedo in the evening, you can eat first, don't wait for us."

"OK."

Apache took back the phone, and Shi Keyaluo immediately came up to him: "How is it?"

"I went to the hospital. It should be fine to hear Mr. Bugarati's tone."

"I'll just say it." The orange-haired Alpha said with ease but also heaved a sigh of relief in his heart, "What can happen when children fight."

By the time Mista finished his duty, the sun was setting and there were already very few students in the school.Apache is waiting for him under the magnolia tree outside the classroom.

"Apache!"

The boy ran towards the man with his schoolbag on his back. He looked left and right, turned around in the atrium and asked, "Where's Naranga?"

"Naranja had a conflict with his classmates in the interest class, and there was a little friction." Apaji took Mista's hand and walked out.

"Did Naranja fight with someone?" Mista raised his head and asked, "Who won?"

Apache lowered his head to look at Mista's big black eyes, his expressionless face curled up from the corner of his mouth.

"Naranja."

"Yeah!" The boy made a victory gesture beside him, and then seemed to think of something, and hurriedly continued to ask nervously: "Then...does Bugarati know?"

"Mr. Bugarati has been to the Naranga school, and now they should be in the hospital."

"Oh." Mista shook his head, "Poor Naranja."

Seeing Mista's reaction, Apache found it funny, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Mista replied: "He will definitely be beaten again by Bugarati."

Apache was noncommittal, he reached out and touched the boy's prickly head, bit his lip but said nothing in the end.

Apache was preparing dinner when Bugarati returned.The silver-haired Alpha looked at the person who opened the door unexpectedly, and it seemed that things were handled much faster than expected.

"So fast?" Apaji walked towards the gate, squatting down to inspect the wound on Naranja's face.

Bugarati supported the clothes hanger beside him, and sighed, his voice sounded obviously exhausted.

"The parents of the other party seem to be quite rich. The private hospital we went to seemed to be invested by their family. It should have been arranged in advance, and the children were checked as soon as they arrived there."

"Really?" Apache looked up at Bugara and asked, "How about checking it out?"

"The doctor said it's okay, but the soft tissue is contused and the eye socket is swollen." Bugarati walked towards the sofa and threw himself into it. If there's nothing wrong with it, it's over."

When Mista heard the movement, she also ran down from upstairs and touched Naranja's little head.

Seeing the little boys gathered together and chatting, Apache followed Bugarati into the living room.

"So why are they beating Naranja?" Apache asked.

Buccarati leaned back on the sofa back with his eyes closed and sighed: "I'll talk to you at night."

The two adults were chatting in the living room, when suddenly Mista's voice came, and the boy's angry roar resounded from every corner of the room.

"Why are you doing this, Bugarati!"

what? Omega sat up from the sofa inexplicably and looked at Mista who was pouting at the gate, while Naranja who was standing next to Mista was obviously frightened, and secretly tugged at the corner of his brother's clothes, But Mista didn't seem to care about him at all.

The boy stared straight at Bugarati with wide eyes, his big black eyeballs were faintly covered with water vapor.

"Why did you take Naranga to eat pizza!"

Buccarati frowned: "Guido, Naranja was beaten, I took him to eat pizza to comfort him."

"But...but I..." the boy questioned loudly, but tears flowed down his face uncontrollably, "But you never comforted me when I was beaten! You never took me to eat pizza!"

Buccarati stood up, frowning and ready to walk towards the boys: "That's because of the difference in nature, Naranja is the one being bullied."

"But I...I...I don't bully others!" The boy burst into tears, and his voice became broken because of sobbing.

Bugarati's expression became visibly unhappy, and his voice lowered accordingly. The Omega strode towards the boys, and Apaki gave them a quick glance and hurried to follow.

"Gadot, what are you doing? Why are you getting angry at this time, because I took Nalanga out to eat pizza?" Bugarati walked up to the boy and lowered his head and asked condescendingly, "My brother was bullied by someone today. do you know?"

The boy raised his little head and stared back unwillingly, biting his lips tightly, his little face turned into a wrinkled ball due to anger and sadness.

"He's not my brother!"

Immediately afterwards, Mista yelled loudly, and the boy ran back upstairs to his room when Bugarati was shocked.Omega, who came back to his senses, was tense all over, and Apache saw Bugarati's clenched fists hanging by his side trembling slightly.

"Guido! Come down!" he yelled, becoming as uncontrollable as his older son.The man who was completely enraged by the boy's words made a gesture to rush upstairs.

"Buggarati!" Apache, who was standing on the side, hurriedly stopped the other party. Bugarati seemed to be really angry, and all the muscles in his body couldn't help shaking with anger. Apache had no choice but to Only by pressing against the opponent with the strength of the whole chest can he suppress his actions.

"Calm down!" Alpha leaned on Omega's shoulder and whispered, "Naranja is about to cry."

Bugarati was held in his arms by Apache, and he took a few deep breaths to calm down under the guidance of the opponent's limbs. Omega turned his head and glanced at his youngest son who was standing alone at the gate behind them. Naranja didn't say a word, but stared at them blankly with wide-open eyes, with a mixture of fear and bewilderment in his eyes.

"I'm going to find Mista, you have a good rest." Apache whispered in Bugarati's ear.He patted the other person's stiff back, and his palm slid down Bugarati's arm, and finally squeezed Omega's palm hard.

Unexpectedly, this series of actions really calmed down Bugarati. He looked up at the other party, his blue eyes turned from initial anger to worry.

"You don't know..." Omega opened his mouth, but he didn't know how to explain it for a moment.Apache smiled, and squeezed Bugarati's palm again.

"It's okay, I might come to you again."

Apache grabbed Mista's doorknob, but the little guy even locked the door.So he leaned against the door and knocked on the door: "Mista, it's me. Open the door."

There was no movement inside, Alpha listened for a while, and then said again: "Do you want me to stand outside the door and talk to you, so that your father can hear everything from downstairs, or do you want me to come in and let us have a whisper? "

After Apache finished speaking, he stood by the door and waited for a while, only a slight "click" of the spring was heard in the silent corridor. Alpha breathed a sigh of relief and walked into the boy's room.

Mista was sitting on the rug behind the door, leaning against the wall, holding a cushion that was randomly thrown on the ground in his arms.Apaki closed the door with his hands behind his back, and sat on the ground together.Normally, if Mista finished his homework early, he would sit here with the boy like this and play a game of video games with him.

"What were you doing just now? You startled us like that all of a sudden."

The boy turned his face away and refused to speak.

Apache looked at Mista's crying face and sighed. He straightened his upper body, grabbed a few tissues on the desk with his long hands, and pinched the boy's little nose.

"Strength."

The boy's hands holding the cushion tightened a bit, but he still obediently blew his nose.

"You don't want to tell me?" Apaki tested the boy's response while wiping Mista's tears.

Mista finally spoke, with a hoarse voice: "I told you that you still don't understand."

"How do you know if I understand if you don't tell me?" Apache finished tidying up the boy in front of him and sat back on the carpet again, "Do you think it's better to tell me or your dad?"

"Don't mention it, he is not my father." The boy turned his face away again in annoyance.Apache couldn't help but frown when he heard this: "Mista, you can't say something casually."

"Why am I lying to you? Ask him if you don't believe me!" The boy suddenly turned his head and looked directly at the Alpha in front of him, "He wasn't my father in the first place!"

Apaki was stunned for a while when he heard the words, and carefully recalled that just now Mista had indeed said that Naranja was not his younger brother. Alpha leaned over and narrowed the distance between him and the boy: "What do you mean?"

"I was adopted by him!" Mista replied immediately, and Apache's inner shock was enough to cause his brain to shut down again.

"What are you doing?" Seeing the disbelief on the man's face, the boy couldn't help rolling his eyes, "Do you think I look a lot like Bugarati?"

"Pretty similar." Apache said with a sincere expression.

"How is it possible!" Mista couldn't help raising his voice, and then he seemed to remember something again, his face became sad and puffed up again, and he shrank back into the corner, "He picked me up, Nah Lan Jia is his own."

"Then..." Apaki received too much information at the moment, unable to fully digest it, "...how did you know?"

"He told me by himself." Mista said, and his fingers were twitching the cushion in his arms, "He didn't seem to intend to hide it from me. I originally... I don't understand either." What is the difference between "picked up" and "natural" until he has Naranga."

The boy whispered more and more, and buried the lower half of his face in the cushion that he was hugging desperately.

"...Do you know how good he is to Nalanja? He bought Nalanja whatever he wanted since he was a child. I can't steal Nalanja's things, but Nalanja can play with my toys casually. Nalanja is so stupid, he can't write his own name well even at the age of five. But I can't scold him, I can't even say a single stupid word for him..."

Mista's words became softer, and the tears that had been so hard to stop began to burst again.Apache simply pulled a whole box of tissues and sat down beside Mista.

"I think he doesn't like me anymore, at least he doesn't like me like Naranga. You know Apache, for a while I even felt that I was the only one who caused trouble at school, and he came to see me in the teacher's office That's when he made me feel like he was my dad."

Apache was speechless, he looked at the boy shivering beside him, the boy tried his best to control his tears, but his shoulders still twitched slightly uncontrollably.

"... Naranja also got into a fight at school today, and he said that Naranja must have been bullied. Why? He never asked me why I fought at school, whether I was bullied, wouldn't I be bullied !"

As soon as Mista finished speaking, she finally couldn't control herself and burst into tears.Apaki stretched out his hand and pulled the boy into his arms, and the boy's little hands pulled the sweater on Alpha's body very tightly.Apaki only felt mixed feelings in his heart, he rested his chin on the top of Mista's head in his arms, and slowly patted the boy's back to give him comfort. Alpha frowned, staring straight ahead, thinking about how to speak.

"I'm sorry, Mista. This question is too difficult." In the end he chose to explain his thoughts truthfully, "I can't answer, but... I can tell you a story."

Apache bowed his head and kissed the top of Mista's head.

“About ten years ago, there was a little boy—when Mista was about the same age, he lived in a small town, and when he came home after school every day, he ate alone and did homework alone, Even sometimes until it's time to go to bed, he's the only one in the house."

The boy in his arms twitched, and asked in a muffled voice, "What about his parents?"

"Yes." Apache said, "At that time, the boy often asked himself: Where are my parents? Why are my parents always away? So one time, the boy suddenly felt that he was in this home. Probably a dispensable role. So one winter, when the snow just fell, the boy didn’t go home after school. He kept walking along the way home, walking and walking, walking Ah go, I don't know how long he walked, he walked into the forest, until a big lake appeared in front of him, and he had no way to go on. The lake has started to freeze, but it is still very fragile. Boy He raised his foot and stepped on the ice on the shore, and the ice shattered with light force. He suddenly thought, if I sink into this lake, will no one find it? He thought so and squatted down Down to stare at the piece of broken ice in a daze. Suddenly a trout swam over, and the lake water splashed on his face was as cold as being pierced by nails. The boy suddenly remembered that his father would use The rare vacation time took him to go fishing in the park. He once spent a whole day with his father but didn’t catch any fish. His mother would make delicious fish steaks and use the fish he and his father caught. , served with sauerkraut pickled by mother herself. The little boy suddenly wanted to eat fried fish steak made by mother.”

"Then what?" Mista finally stopped crying and lay quietly in Apache's arms.

Apache smiled and patted the boy on the back, just like his mother used to comfort her as a child.

"Then the boy started walking back, and he went back into the forest, and he saw the light of a flashlight in the distance, and he heard his parents calling his name everywhere. Eventually his mother rushed over and knelt down. Hugging him tightly on the ground, the boy lowered his head, looked at his mother's uniform covered in snow, and looked at the epaulettes exposed on it. The boy's father was silent all the time, only saying "it's time to go home" from the beginning to the end .”

After the story was finished, Mista lay on Apache's chest with tears and snot all over him.Because of the prolonged crying, the boy's voice became a little muffled: "Apaki, is this child yourself?"

Apache withdrew his gaze from the distance and looked down at the boy in his arms. He chuckled, but didn't answer Mista's question directly.

"You're so smart, you know everything when you think about it."

"Hmph." The boy didn't answer, but just reached out and pulled the tissue in Apache's hand.

"No one's family is perfect and completely happy, and no one's life will be smooth sailing. Every child in every family has their own secrets that they don't want to know and want to hide forever in their hearts. Some people suffer from others. I can't help you, you can only digest it by yourself. But I'm very happy, Mista." Apaki touched the boy's burly head, "You are willing to tell me, although it should not be all your troubles, But you are willing to share with me, you regard me as a friend you can talk to, right?"

The boy lowered his head and said nothing.Apaki laughed, and he took the wiped tissue from the boy's hand and threw it in the trash.

"I haven't had dinner yet. Are you hungry? Special preferential treatment. You can eat whatever you want at night. I'll do it right away."

"...Beef belly buns." Finally, Mista whispered.

"This..." Apache frowned, it was too difficult for him to do it.

"I'm ordering takeaway now, please don't tell Mr. Bucciarati!"

-TBC-