Obsessed with father and son weaving dreams

It must have been easy.

Two people couldn't lie down in the small bed, so the little angel took out the mat from the bottom of the bed and hugged him from behind with both hands.

The little angel's eyes flashed fiercely, but Su Shenyan didn't see it.

So smooth, turning the little angel's puzzled face behind his back, pressing him onto the small bed, with obscene words in his ears, he began to take off the little angel's clothes.

The little angel began to struggle and resist, but Su Shenyan threatened to force him to submit. In the end, the little angel was naked, and Su Shenyan's hands lingered on the skin, wandering away, completely changing a person.

Su Shenyan told the little angel that he liked his body the first time he saw him, and had been thinking about when to do it, thank the little angel for giving him this good opportunity today.

He told Little Angel that he is actually a TXL who likes to play at his age, and he has serious LTP.

I have liked him for a long time, and my hands are more and more dishonest, trying to find out the beautiful secrets of the little angel.

The hand stopped at a very secret place, rotated, and told him how to enter, develop, and how he would feel with excitement.

The person in his arms was successfully frightened and trembled slightly, but what was facing him was a small face that was not frightened and cried, looking at him quietly.

Don't understand?

Still thought he was joking with him.

But his face turned pale, so he was petrified!

Su Shenyan found a random step for himself, covered the little angel with a quilt, and threatened him viciously not to tell anyone what happened tonight.

The threats are all the same.

If he is disobedient, he will tell other children that he often farts. This sentence is learned from the orphanage, and someone has threatened him.

Su Shenyan thought it was quite embarrassing to say it, but he didn't feel embarrassed when he really spoke.

Anyway, the image of a good uncle he created in front of the little angel had already collapsed from the moment he took off the little angel's clothes, and there was nothing to take care of.

"I'll let you go today, get a good night's sleep, and remember not to let others take you away casually, no one knows, why are you so casual." Su Shenyan tucked the quilt up for the little angel. Horn, said with a bad voice.

The little angel's expression was gloomy, and he looked extremely disappointed and regretful. This was what Su Shenyan thought unilaterally and felt in his eyes.

Of course, the little angel did not obey and compromise because of that strange threat. He firmly believed in something in his heart, so he stubbornly believed. The facts told him that his persistence was right.

This strange man didn't hurt him, what he said was contradictory, maybe he didn't feel it, if he was really the kind of person he said, he would let him go so easily because of his sudden loss of interest, ignoring this once-in-a-lifetime situation Good chance, lying on the ground with his back to sleep?

The little angel couldn't fall asleep anymore, and he was not used to taking off his clothes to sleep for the first time, especially this person who he had always wanted to see was dressing and falling asleep not far away from him.

By the moonlight, the little angel put on her clothes and got out of bed.

Su Shenyan opened his eyes, his arms felt numb, and when he saw the little angel sleeping in his arms, he smiled subconsciously, the little angel just opened his eyes, and the memory of what happened yesterday quickly came together.

The little angel lifted the quilt, took Su Shenyan's hand, and helped him rub his arm that had been numb all night.

Su Shenyan is only wearing long-fitting autumn clothes, long johns, and shoes at some point. Now Su Shenyan suspects that they have entered the painting.

There is a picture of two people lying down with a big thick quilt on the floor, hugging each other. The difference is that they are also covered with quilts. What happened yesterday, I don’t know what the little angel thinks of him.

The little angel asked him to have breakfast, Su Shenyan did not decline, the orphanage only had holidays on holidays, not summer and winter, maybe this was the difference from normal school.

The little angel didn't go, the strange thing is that no one came to him, Su Shenyan didn't have much to ask.

At this moment, Su Shenyan finally understood why the stall selling Christmas clothes was deserted, even though it was the right time.

It turns out that beauty is only a momentary thing.

Isn't he like a little angel?The short-lived happiness has passed, leaving only memories, and now it has returned to a state of peace and no trace.

The little angel changed, ignored him, and treated him as if he didn't exist when eating.

He was the one who inquired about the rice bowl and washed it in the dining room and put it back, whether it was because he stimulated the little angel by talking with the vice president, or hurt the little angel by his bold actions last night.

The little angel didn't take him seriously anymore, and started ignoring him, leaving him alone, and stopped hanging around, pestering and playing with him.

When Su Shenyan realized this, he was very depressed, feeling powerless, and his expression was in a trance.

As the sun rises, the little angel sits on a small bench and draws pictures. Su Shenyan still remembers the first time they met, the little angel sat there looking at him, and drew a portrait of him. desolate.

Turning his head to look at him with a smiling face, Su Shenyan suddenly thought that there was a hallucination, so he concentrated on looking carefully, and the little angel waved to him.

Su Shenyan didn't even think about going over there, the little angel asked him to look at the painting on the drawing board, it was him, a picture of Santa Claus giving gifts, Su Shenyan returned the drawing board to the little angel, "The drawing is really like it!"

The little angel was very happy to hear Su Shenyan praise him, and wrote a few traditional characters for the nomination, and took it down and gave it to him directly.

It was only then that Su Shenyan found out that the little angel could actually write with a calligraphy brush, and that he was like everyone else.

Although I don't know those words, I am very happy to accept it, and plan to frame it and hang it in the living room.

Neither of them mentioned what happened last night, and Su Shenyan left while the little angel watched.

Among the crowd waiting for the bus, Su Shenyan's attire was particularly eye-catching. Fortunately, the speed of the bus was not slow, so she backed up a few times and quickly entered the corridor.

Su Shenyan saw the small box with green apples printed on it at a glance. There was a greeting card written in pen on it.

With a long and thin face, "Merry Christmas", I searched everywhere but couldn't find the courier list. It was a gift delivered to my door by a mysterious person without a signature.

The things should have been stored overnight, but Su Shenyan didn't carry them in. He untied the cardboard boxes tied with strings outside, and there were some miscellaneous gadgets inside.

It must have been sent to the wrong place!Su Shen said in his heart.

Su Shenyan tied the knot again, and carried the box to a corner, thinking that those who did not receive it might contact them, and those who sent it wrong might come to pick it up. He was also afraid of causing unnecessary misunderstandings, so he left it there and left it there. home.

In fact, it is full of children's things, such as pillows, teddy bears, piggy banks, a box of cat and mouse cartoon CDs, sealed, and there is no trace of opening, and the things are brand new.

If those things were given to little angels...

Su Shenyan lay on the bed tossing and turning and couldn't sleep. At night, when he opened the door, the things were still there.

Su Shenyan was struggling in his heart, even though he knew it was sent to the wrong place by someone else, he couldn't let it go, and he felt extremely uneasy.

It's been two days, and the things haven't been taken away. Su Shenyan went out to buy groceries and passed by. When he came home, when he saw the box, his hands would always itch, and he forced himself not to look at it, but it didn't help.

On the morning of the third day, he plucked up his courage and convinced himself to keep it for others. If someone came to pick it up, he would definitely return it to them as soon as possible.

Su Shenyan did pay attention to whether anyone came to the door from time to time, and the small box was placed in the shoe-changing entrance of the living room.

No matter what to do, I always take a look at it before I feel relieved. After all, the things in the box are roughly worth more than 300 yuan. For him who has no job now, it is a kind of temptation.

Su Shenyan still didn't want others to see the painting that the little angel gave him, and received it in a shoe box specially for priceless treasures, which he regarded as the most precious treasures.

The courier always comes here every now and then. The little angel said many times in the letter that there are many children in the yard who have been adopted during the trial period. He didn’t say anything else, but he seemed to be able to see the lonely and envious eyes of the little angel through the paper. .

Su Shenyan never replied to the letter, he didn't know what to say, he already planned to cut off contact with the little angel in the future, so he cruelly ignored him.

Letters are still springing up like mushrooms, as if forcing him to write letters will stop this behavior.

Snacks often come with the letter, and the format is always the same. The envelope is always pressed under the snacks, as if it is afraid of being blown away by the wind.

Life went on like this, Su Shenyan sold LCD TVs, old-fashioned DVDs, everything that could be sold, and life in the city was difficult without money.

Su Shenyan can't just eat instant noodles every day. Money needs to be saved and spent carefully. This is for the poor, and Su Shenyan is such a person.

That's why he can do it without taking pictures, and sell all the things he thinks are useless without emotion. Nothing is more important than being alive.

Su Shenyan hadn't had a good year this year, he had a serious illness, and after recovering, he lost even more weight. Fortunately, he had a tall stature to support him, so he seemed more energetic.

The little angel didn't know when he stopped talking to him, maybe he was bored, bored, and there was no small box at the entrance.

In the end, he still couldn't get over his inner demons, and went to the Shentong Express site on the night of the New Year's Eve, and sent him to the "Red Cross Welfare Institute" through logistics.

It was very cold that day, he was wearing thick clothes, and the wind was too strong. It was still because of the frostbite that he went out that he couldn't get up. The common cold dragged on and turned into a high fever.

New year and new weather, Su Shenyan can't understand this.

The whole family should be reunited to celebrate the new year, but Su Shenyan curled up in the corner of the sofa and waited for the phone call.

The phone call in the middle of the night seriously affected Su Shenyan's ordinary life, torturing him to the point where he could hardly sleep or eat.

At first Su Shenyan thought it was the wrong call, but later he thought it might be harassment and chose not to answer it.

Until one day, he couldn't take it anymore and answered the phone, please don't sexually harass him for no reason, and the other party spoke.

Hearing this, he was so scared that he dropped the phone, it was actually Su Sheng calling.

The person he wanted to forget in his dreams, the person who died in a car accident, the person who donated the body, actually called him in the middle of the night?