put on a show

Hearing that Pei Qing wanted to take him to the guest room, Xing Pei pursed his lips unhappily.But there was no other way, when Pei Qing became serious about this aspect, he looked like a newly unearthed old antique.Xing Pei really doubted whether this person was seriously implementing the rule of "only having sex after marriage".

The guest room is also spacious, and the beds are also made up, probably packed out early for the New Year holidays.Pei Qing also put Xing Pei on the bed, hung up his changed clothes, showed him the location of the lamp holder in the room, and finally went to the bed and tucked the quilt for him.

Half of Xing Pei's face was exposed outside the quilt, and a pair of eyes stared at Pei Qinghuan: "Mr. Pei, being your son must be very happy."

"I don't have a son as old as you."

After finishing speaking, she brushed the hair on Xing Pei's forehead with her fingers, bent down and kissed his forehead: "Good night."

Pei Qing still straightened up, when he turned to leave, Xing Pei reached out from under the quilt and grabbed his clothes.

"What else?"

Xing Pei took his chin out of the quilt and squirmed: "You sleep with me, it's a bit cold... at least sleep for a while." He also knew that this request was a little too much when Pei Qing returned to his parents' house.

"Is it cold? Do you want an electric blanket?"

Xing Pei pursed his lips and glared at Pei Qing.

Pei Qing had no choice but to reach out and press to turn off the light, then lifted the quilt and went to bed.He first grabbed Xing Pei's hand, which was indeed still a little cold. He squeezed Xing Pei's hand into a ball and put it on his chest, wrapping his arms around his shoulders to hug him. Brick feet.

Xing Pei was embarrassed to freeze him, so he took his foot away.

"I'm going to get the electric blanket."

Pei Qing was still talking about getting up, Xing Pei quickly put his hand on his shoulder: "No need, it will be warm soon."

"Really not?"

"Need not."

Hearing that Xing Pei said no, Pei Qing hooked his cold feet over and clamped them between his calves.Xing Pei struggled, and Pei Qing used his strength between them, warning: "Don't move around."

Xing Pei didn't move, and then he relaxed all over, even though Pei Qing was still holding him, grabbing him, and hugging him.He shrank into the quilt, retracted his head completely, bowed sideways, and pressed his forehead against Pei Qing's chest.

At this time Xing Pei hated his height a little bit, if he wasn't such a big man, if he was smaller and cuter, he would be able to nest in Pei Qinghuan's arms and act like a baby without embarrassment.Xing Pei simply put on his face and put his arms around Pei Qinghuan's waist, shrunk himself back and forth, pressed against his chest, and nestled himself into his arms.

Pei Qing was completely unaware of Xing Pei's embarrassment, so he took it for granted to let him rest his arm on his pillow, hugging his big baby who has a bad temper and awkward personality.

After a while, Pei Qing lifted the quilt over his head for him: "I'm so bored."

"Not stuffy, cover me up."

Cover him up again, and hug Xing Pei more completely with his arms from outside the quilt.

After a while, Xing Pei said in a muffled voice under the quilt: "I quarreled with my father."

"At first, my aunt persuaded me that there might be a reason why he was like that at the beginning. I couldn't think of any reason. I wanted to find some time to calm down and talk to him. But when he opened the door and came in, he said that what I am doing now is Degenerate, being an idol is self-deprecating, I don't know what else to do except fight with him."

Pei Qing also sighed softly: "Entrepreneurs who are engaged in industry really control the country's economy, and it's normal to look down on the entertainment industry full of speculators."

"Don't you also think that being an idol is self-deprecation?"

"Of course not. It's just that things like concepts are difficult to change, especially for older people. Experience has brought them achievements, and they are more accustomed to relying on their own experience to think."

"Then neither do you."

Pei Qing was still helpless: "Am I very old?"

"I mean we have an age difference, but we can understand and communicate."

"Actually, I still don't think idols can bring positive influence to the film and television industry. I don't agree with the methods you use to hype and maintain popularity. But after you, I seem to gradually understand that there are still positive aspects."

"That's right, that's what I mean. The key is not the age difference, but whether you are willing to understand and respect each other."

Pei Qing thought for a while: "Then we should get to know each other more deeply."

The person in the arms was silent, and it took a long time before he said: "Pei, if I don't come to you tonight, will we have nothing to do with each other again?"

If Pei Qing hadn't sent him a text message, and he hadn't quarreled with Xing Shangrong at this time, would he have come to knock on the door?If there is no knock this time, will it become more and more difficult to repair in the future.

"Not if you think we're still related."

"I was wrong about what happened last time. Wait until my contract with Yu Yan ends."

"Ah."

Xing Pei arched his head out of the quilt, with some hot and humid moisture, stared at Pei Qinghuan with a pair of bright eyes in the dark, and asked him: "If one day I make you angry, will you get bored with me? You don't want to talk to me anymore?"

Pei Qing also straightened the hair on Xing Pei's face, and said softly: "If you make me angry, then you can take the initiative to coax me, and I will forgive you."

The corners of Xing Pei's lips curled up: "You want someone to take the initiative to coax you?"

"Of course. But you'd better not do things that make people angry."

Xing Pei kissed his chin: "I like you so much."

Before Pei Qing could speak, he took Xing Pei's arm away again.

The next day Xing Pei was woken up by voices outside.

The night before before Pei Qing got up when he was getting dizzy, she didn't leave without saying a word, but whispered in his ear that she was going back to the room, so that he could sleep well by himself.

Xing Pei got up and opened the curtains, the sky was already bright, the sun was shining after the snow, and everywhere he could see was a white, fresh and clean world.

When he came out of the room, the aroma of the hot breakfast had already permeated the air.The TV in the living room was on, and the Spring Festival Gala was being played again. Mr. Pei sat on the sofa and hummed comfortably along with the Peking Opera being played on TV.Pei Qing also put on a fleece home nightgown over his pajamas. He had just finished washing and his face was still wet. Seeing Xing Pei, he said naturally: "The new towels and toothbrush on the shelf are for you. , go wash up, and have breakfast in a while."

The aunt at home came home to celebrate the New Year, and Mother Pei turned her face out of the kitchen and asked, "Xiao Xing, how many dumplings do you eat?"

Xing Pei was somewhat stunned, as if he didn't break in suddenly last night, but had lived in this house for a long time, no one was surprised by his sudden appearance, everything was very natural, as if he himself was a member of this family.

"Fifteen... twenty, I'll eat twenty."

"Okay, how much do you eat for Qing?"

"Ten is enough."

"I want fifteen." Father Pei continued.

"Not yours."

Xing Pei hurriedly said: "Then I want ten, and give the teacher evenly."

Mother Pei turned her head and smiled at Xing Pei: "It's okay, his stomach is indigestible, he needs some porridge." Then she called to the old man, "Come in and serve the food."

Because he didn't have his dumplings, Father Pei pouted and pretended not to hear.

"Pei Ruzhen, I can't call you anymore, can I?"

"Okay, mom, I'll help you." Pei Qing hurriedly said that his old man had become more and more petty and fragile in the past two years, and he should sue him behind his mother's back soon.

Xing Pei walked to the sink, and when he looked in the mirror, he found himself smiling.It was a strange feeling, not only did the Pei family not treat him as an outsider, but he himself did not feel that he was an outsider. He integrated into the family without any effort and loved each other.It may be that Pei Qing told his parents about him in advance, and no one at the table asked him why he ran out on New Year's Eve.

With the background sound of the morning news, I finished my breakfast.Pei Qing also went with his father to pay New Year's greetings to neighbors and acquaintances in the community, while Pei's mother was at home preparing sacrifices for the cemetery.When Pei Qing came back, Xing Pei would also go to sacrifice with him.Pei Qing was still a little helpless, Pei's parents were not too particular, so they asked Xing Pei to follow.

After a heavy snowfall, the sun was clear, but there was no temperature, and the air was so cold that people's noses ached.There were a lot of people in the cemetery on the first day of the new year, judging by the situation, Pei Qing hadn't let Xing Pei get off the car yet.Xing Pei waited boredly in the car for a while, and Pei Qing returned soon after.

"Where are the teacher and mistress?"

"I have to wait a while to chat with the old man."

As soon as he said it, Xing Pei understood that every time his grandma visited his mother, he would sit by the tombstone and chat for a long time.

Xing Pei still remembers that he didn't feel anything when his mother just passed away, but he just resented Xing Shangrong's indifference.After about a month, one day he suddenly realized that he no longer had a mother, and would never see that woman who was seldom happy, who was gentle and strict to him, and was suddenly overwhelmed by a huge sadness .

He began to miss the woman who often bored him when he was alive, and began to regret why he didn't try harder to do better.He often dreamed of her, and unconsciously called "Mom" at home. When he thought of it, he felt sad and wanted to cry. His sadness and pain turned into deeper resentment, which was transferred to Xing Shangrong.This situation lasted for more than two years before gradually getting better.

But his grandparents seem to have been stuck in the time when his mother died. The pain of the white-haired man sending the black-haired man spread from the bottom of his heart to the corners of his mouth, and he couldn't help but confide in everyone.Zou Heping told him that this is because he is young and his time flow is forward, as long as he moves forward, he will come out one day.But his grandparents are already very old. The time flow of the elderly is backward. There are not many new things in their lives. All are memories, and the pain in the memories is difficult to erase.

Xing Pei also felt sorry for his grandparents, but he really couldn't bear to mention his mother for no reason every time he went to the elderly.It was an excuse to say that he was afraid that the old man would feel uncomfortable for several days when he saw him. In fact, it was himself who felt uncomfortable for several days every time.