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In the afternoon, shopping for mobile phones, and taking Chen Mo around the city, wasted up again.

Xiao Yihan took Chen Mo to stroll from elementary school to high school. City C is not as big as City A, but the bustling streets after sunset are no worse than City A.

The flow of people came and went as if it was an appointment time and place, and when they arrived at that point, they all rushed out, and the originally deserted street was instantly overcrowded.

Each store was brightly lit, and the young guy stood at the door and yelled, trying his best to introduce the top dish in the store.

As soon as Xiao Yihan and Chen Mo left the store, they met an uninvited visitor, who had a stinky face.

"How did you find this place?" Xiao Yihan looked at the person who came, and without waiting for the person to answer, he pulled Chen Mo and left on his own, pretending he didn't see him at all.

"Xiao Yihan!" The unexpected guest was actually Xiao Yuan, and he said angrily, "I have something to ask you when I get home."

"There's nothing to talk about between us, you'd better go back and make offerings to the Bodhisattva at home," Xiao Yihan mocked.

"You don't even listen to what I say, do you? You don't think it's embarrassing to quarrel in the street, I still want this old face," Xiao Yuan turned his back, and before Xiao Yihan could refute, he turned around and said after walking a few steps, " Take the one next to you."

As soon as these words came out, Xiao Yihan's heart skipped a beat, why did it involve Chen Mo?

Chen Mo patted him on the shoulder twice and said, "Let's go, I'll go back with you."

What Xiao Yihan was thinking at this time was not about Chen Mo going back with him, but why Xiao Yuan asked him to bring Chen Mo by name. As far as he knew, Xiao Yuan didn't know Chen Mo.

Moreover, he never mentioned Chen Mo to Xiao Yuan, let alone his relationship with Chen Mo.

The calm atmosphere along the way was eerily terrifying, and when Xiao Yihan came to his senses, he had already stepped on the threshold, leaving angrily this morning and returning to his so-called home at night.

"I'm back, rice..." Zhang Yan, who opened the door, stopped smiling when he saw Xiao Yihan, and then had to hang up and continue, "The rice is ready."

"En, more pair of bowls and chopsticks," Xiao Yuan went to the kitchen to wash his hands and sat down at the table, looked up at the two people who were still at the door and said, "Stop standing, sit down and eat."

"Speak directly," Xiao Yihan said.

"Let's talk after dinner," Xiao Yuan insisted.

Xiao Yihan pulled Chen Mo and had to sit at the dining table together, but as soon as his butt touched the chair, he saw Zhang Xi, who was obviously well-dressed, come out shyly with small small steps.

Zhang Xi sat across from Xiao Yihan and Chen Mo, his usual arrogance completely disappeared, and his eyes kept looking at Chen Mo.

"What's your name?" Xiao Yuan asked suddenly.

"Uncle, my name is Chen Mo," Chen Mo said politely.

"En," Xiao Yuan nodded, and began to eat on his own.

On the side, Zhang Yan was stepped on by Zhang Xi just as she sat down. She took the chopsticks and put on a smiling face. She stood up and bent over to hold a ball for Chen Mo, and said with a smile: "Chen Mo, come on, try this .”

"Thank you," Chen Mo took the bowl to catch it, and when the chopsticks just caught the meatballs in the bowl, someone pinched his palm, so he had to pinch it back.

"Eat more if it tastes good," Zhang Yan said with a smile.

Zhang Xi picked up the chopsticks and glanced at Chen Mo, stretched out his arms, picked up a few more for Chen Mo and put them in his bowl, then immediately withdrew his hand and said, "More... eat more."

"Thank you," Chen Mo said.

"Who asked you to bring food for him?" Xiao Yihan looked at the series of actions and said coldly, don't think he didn't know what Zhang Xi was up to.

As soon as Xiao Yihan's sub-zero voice came out of his mouth, Zhang Xi shook his hand holding the chopsticks, and played Marysu again, saying, "I... I just eat more if he likes it."

"Pinch it back," Xiao Yihan's icy voice lacked any warmth at all.

"Enough!" Xiao Yuan slapped the table and stared at the people sitting on the table, and finally stopped his gaze on Zhang Yan, "Take Xiao Xi back to the room, I have something to ask Yi Han."

"Oh...Okay," Zhang Yan stood up and pulled Zhang Xi, but she didn't pull, and then pulled again and slapped her on the back, and then she pulled. Although Zhang Xi was reluctant, she had to follow Zhang Yan. back to the room.

Xiao Yuan put down his chopsticks, sat down on the sofa and smoked a cigarette, gripping the thin cigarette butt with his rough fingers, taking one puff after another, the whole person looked extremely tired, the smoke rings were spit out, floated in the air and then dissipated .

"Let's separate while you're still young," Xiao Yihan was dumbfounded by Xiao Yuan's unreasonable words.

What does it mean to be young, what is separation, what do you mean?

Xiao Yihan and Chen Mo stood up and walked to the sofa, just looking at Xiao Yuan who was sitting like this, Xiao Yihan suppressed the terrible thoughts in his heart and said, "Speak clearly."

"You know what I'm talking about," Xiao Yuan pressed the remaining half of the cigarette into the ashtray, raised his head to look at Xiao Yihan, "you are all men, there is no love at all, just a momentary irrationality, Separate as soon as possible while you are still young, lest later..."

"What next? You asked me to come back just to say this?" Xiao Yihan said angrily, "Then let me tell you, it's impossible."

Chen Mo on the side frowned, and said, "Uncle, I'm with..."

"Don't call me uncle, either you leave my son, or I won't let my son be with you as a man even if I die," Xiao Yuan said, "You don't feel disgusted by men and men."

"Hmph...disgusting? Are you and the mother and daughter brought back disgusting?" Xiao Yihan laughed.

"If Xiaoxi hadn't said that I saw you and this afternoon..." Xiao Yuan frowned, his fingers fluttered back and forth between Xiao Yihan and Chen Mo, and finally shook them vigorously, "You know what you did this afternoon. "

"Isn't it just a kiss? I'm already in bed," Xiao Yihan's icy voice echoed Xiao Yuan's words again, but the slap that greeted him would not let him succeed again.

Xiao Yihan grabbed the waving palm and said, "It's enough for you to hit me once, can I let you hit me a second time, you really think me stupid."

"Nizi...Nizi!" Xiao Yuan pointed his trembling fingers at Xiao Yihan's nose, covered his chest with his other hand, and roared after a long time, "Why did I raise such a naughty son like you? When will I break up with this man?" It's clean, when will you go home?"

"Family? You're only telling me about family now? Since Li Lan left, since you decided to marry that woman, it's no longer there, and there is no family to speak of," Xiao Yihan clenched his fists and said angrily.

"Unfilial son, I have provided you with food and clothing for so many years, now that your wings are hardened, you dare to talk to labor and management like this, right?" Xiao Yuan stood up, picked up the ashtray and threw it to the side, aiming at Xiao Yihan.

Seeing the situation, Chen Mo immediately hugged Xiao Yihan the moment the ashtray left his fingers, and at the same time the ceramic ashtray hit his back, probably bruised.

"Dachen!" Xiao Yihan asked in fright, "Where did it hit? Where does it hurt?"

"It's okay, it doesn't hurt," Chen Mo shook his head, resisting the pain in his back.

After this series of actions, no matter how hard Xiao Yihan suppressed his anger, it was time to erupt. He could be moved however he wanted, but he just didn't allow anyone to touch a single hair of Chen Mo.

Xiao Yihan pulled Chen Mo behind him, and kicked on the tea table, the cups on it also swayed with the shaking of the table, and the cups containing tea rolled to the ground, broke and scattered all over the place.

"Are you still addicted to smashing?" Xiao Yihan bent down and picked up the ashtray on the ground, played with it twice, and then slammed it on his head, and the liquid left from the wound in an instant, from the forehead to the ashtray. The corners of the eyes, sliding across the cheeks from the corners of the eyes.

"Yihan!" The moment Chen Mo's heartbeat was hit by Xiao Yihan, it suddenly came to his mind, and the blood all over his body flowed backwards.

Xiao Yihan threw away the ashtray in his hand, raised his head and stared at Xiao Yuan with red eyes, said with the same cold voice and stern gaze, "Is that enough?"

"Crazy, crazy, get the hell out of here," Xiao Yuan clutched his chest, sat down on the sofa, closed his eyes and kept breathing.

Xiao Yihan turned his eyes to the mother and daughter who poked their heads out from the bedroom, and in front of them, picked up the vase at hand and slammed it on the ground.

Before the door was closed, he could vaguely hear Zhang Yan's piercing voice coming from inside, not asking what's wrong with Xiao Yuan, but screaming ghostly.

"My vase!"

When Xiao Yihan and Chen Mo returned to the hotel, the atmosphere between them was not broken, and they were as immersed as they were along the way.

As soon as Chen Mo returned to the hotel, he pressed Xiao Yihan to the side of the bed, then carefully tore off the gauze on his head, picked up a cotton swab and began to deal with the blood. There was no red anger, no accusation, just kept helping him deal with the wound .

Xiao Yihan didn't make a sound this time no matter how painful it was, the whole room was unbelievably quiet.

After Chen Mo finished bandaging him, he was about to clean up the mess, Xiao Yihan held down the hand that was tidying things up, and looked up at him.

"Let me see if I take off my clothes," Xiao Yihan said.

Chen Mo looked at him, dropped the things in his hands, stood in front of him and took off his shirt, and his slender figure appeared in front of his eyes.

Of course, the first thing that caught the eye was the bruise that was an eyesore, and some bloodstains could be seen vaguely.

Xiao Yihan stretched out his hand to touch it, and murmured: "It's bruised, it just hit the cervical spine, does it hurt?"

"It's okay," Chen Mo shook his head, the bruise must not be as painful as Xiao Yihan's bleeding wound.

"Come here, I'll rub some medicated oil for you," Xiao Yihan patted the seat next to him, stood up and found the medicated oil before sitting back.

Four of the five fingers were pressed on Chen Mo's back, lightly touching the bones, for fear of accidentally pressing hard.

"Do you... want to listen to the story," Xiao Yihan said.

"Okay," Chen Mo said without hesitation.

"Once upon a time there was a little boy, black and thin, and suddenly one day..."

Suddenly one day, the little boy fell ill and had a persistent high fever, but the parents were so anxious that they had to go to the hospital every three days. The hospital there suggested that the little boy should be hospitalized, but they refused because they had no money. .

Although the little boy's condition didn't improve, but luckily it wasn't serious, so he was in a good or bad state until one day, the little boy got up in the middle of the night and heard the quarrel in the living room...

"I've had enough! You've signed the divorce agreement. You asked for the child. You should take him now."

"What are you talking about? He is not your son after divorce? If I knew that he would be sick and continue to be ill, how could I want it? "

"According to what you said, do you want to go back on your word now?"

"I don't think about anything now, you can go, and leave the money in your pocket."

"Why? Is your name written on it? I didn't get anything for the house child. What if I bring some money?"

"Then I'll give you the child, and you keep the money."

"Look, are you what people say? Let me tell you, if you want money, there is no door."

"Then you can't watch me and the child starve to death, can you?"

"I don't care about that anymore, don't you still have this house?"

"Even if I'm poor, I won't sell the house."

"Whatever you want, I will move out tomorrow."

"You can't be so cruel!"

"I'm not cruel, it's me who suffers and suffers."

The two people who were arguing in the living room didn't know that the little boy was listening, but the little boy didn't shed a tear, let alone ran to complain, but crawled back to the bed and continued to sleep.

From that day on, the little boy’s condition seemed to be gradually improving, but for a long time since that day, the little boy hadn’t seen his mother, and when he went to school, he would often be pointed at his nose and said, “Your mother ran away with someone.” ’ or ‘You motherless child’ again, when the little boy was only ten years old.

Afterwards, as the little boy grew up, the only family member, that is, the little boy's father, worked hard to make money every day. Sometimes, the little boy could not be seen for a month or even two or three months. The little boy is used to it, used to a person's life.

The little boy grew bigger and stronger, because he knew that only in this way would he not be pointed and scolded. Later, the little boy found a way to see his father, which was to cause trouble at school, so the teacher called him Parents, so that the little boy can see his father, but long after that, the method seems to fail.

The little boy stopped trying, but he didn't understand until the so-called father brought back a woman, a woman with a different appearance, and a little girl who pretended to be five years younger than him.

"He tried his best to protect such a home, and he was about to be taken over by others," Xiao Yihan kept massaging Chen Mo's back with his fingers, and continued, "But the little boy didn't want to. Just like this, the daily quarrels occupied the space between father and son." Most of the time, almost every meeting is a quarrel."

"I'm just a wild child, abandoned by my mother ten years ago and abandoned by my father ten years later," Xiao Yihan laughed at himself.

"You're not, and if I say you're not, you must be not," Chen Mo turned his head and stared at him, "You still have me, you still have Xiaoyan, from now on, you are no longer alone."

"En," Xiao Yihan said so much, he didn't shed a tear from the beginning to the end, he got used to it, but he became numb, who knows.

"I..." As soon as Chen Mo blurted out, he felt as if something was stuck in his throat. He was so uncomfortable that he could hardly breathe. Itchy arms.

"Dachen! What's wrong with you, Dachen?" Xiao Yihan hugged Chen Mo in fright, and grabbed his hands to prevent him from scratching. When he rolled up his sleeves, what he saw was not fair skin, Instead, it was covered with red spots one by one, and some places were so swollen by Chen Mo's scratches that they almost broke the skin.

"Uncomfortable...uncomfortable..." Chen Mo took a breath of air before he could finish his sentence, his whole body was so itchy that he couldn't stand it.