The Complete Guide to the Marriage of the Father of the Beautiful Boy DreamWorks

"Wait a minute, don't worry." Xi Weier shook his hand, covered his head with a dry towel and rubbed it for a while, the rubbing was very perfunctory, it was obviously an inch of hair, but it couldn't be wiped clean at once, and the moisture was still attached to the ends of the hair The hair roots are getting colder, and Xi Weier is not too cold, with wet hair, reaching for the book that Aize spread out on the table.

"Please dry your hair!" Aize looked at the water drops from Xi Weier's hair on the table, and said with a dark face, "Also, clothes."

"I'm going to bed soon, what clothes should I wear?" Xi Weier patiently tried to flip through the thick hardcover book, saying the reason he didn't know where he heard it: "Sleeping naked is good for the body."

"..." Ai Ze resisted the urge to kick again.

Seeing that Aize was about to explode, Xi Weier smiled and threw the towel on his shoulder to Aize: "Dry my hair for me, and I'll go get dressed."

Originally Xiwell expected that Aize would throw the towel and leave, but he didn't expect that Aize looked at Xiwell with a dark face for a while, and actually walked behind Xiwei and helped Xiwei wipe his hair.

Xi Weier froze, and laughed dryly: "You, you are really here..."

"When your hair is dry, please put on your clothes properly."

"...You are really rigid enough."

Xi Weier said so, but relaxed his body and enjoyed the service from his son.

Aize's movements were careful enough, but after all, it was the first time for someone else... Occasionally, when he tried hard, he pinched Xi Weier's hair and tore off a few strands. Xi Weier grinned in pain, but still insisted not to let Ai Ze stop down.

You can't hurt your son's self-esteem.

Aize probably also noticed that he had pulled a lot of hair, so he stopped his hands in embarrassment, changed his posture awkwardly and continued to wipe Xavier's hair, but this time it was much gentler, and occasionally he used his fingers to lightly brush Xavier's hair. Gently flick to disperse the water vapor.

"Pfft hahaha! Ai Ze, your fingers are so hard! I thought children's hands should be soft."

Ai Ze suddenly felt that letting go was a good choice.

Xi Weier is definitely one of the people who can thoroughly interpret the word "instrument".

He simply let go of his strength, casually threw aside the book he was interested in just now, and leaned back on Ai Ze as if he had no bones.

Ai Ze was startled and almost took a step back, but fortunately, he stabilized quickly and reached out to hold Xi Weier's shoulder: "You really are!"

Xi Weier didn't try to justify a few words to restore his image. Instead, he moved his posture a few times as if he felt uncomfortable, and stopped moving when he felt comfortable.

The inconsequential Mr. Brave made Aize feel helpless and inexplicably happy, so he continued to brush Xi Weier's hair.

Stiff fingers moved through Xi Weier's hair with a cool feeling.

Not exactly comfortable service.

No kind words.

but……

Xi Weier leaned well in front of Ai Ze, suddenly raised his head to look at Ai Ze, looked at him, laughed, and said in a low voice: "That's great."

"what?"

"I said it's really good." Xi Weier repeated, stretched out his hand to touch Aize's cheek, the soft touch made Xi Weier feel the warmth that he had never had before, spreading from his chest to his whole body, and the heat burned his brain They were all a little dizzy: "Is that so... so... this is the feeling..."

The last sentence was just a murmur, but Ai Ze didn't listen, and said in a self-defeating way: "I'll tear off another hair of yours...it's not good at all."

The golden-brown hair was lying in the palm of the hand, the candlelight was flickering, and the orange light reflected, it looked more like red.

Ai Ze turned his palms over, and the strands of hair fell slowly on the ground. Ai Ze looked at it and suddenly felt a little pity.

What is the pity?Aizen couldn't figure it out.

He saw Xi Weier half-closed his eyes, leaning in front of him with a look of enjoyment, and suddenly felt a little itchy for no reason.

Ai Ze didn't understand why his heart itched.

But I really want to put my hands on Xi Weier's eyes.

Being stared at by him always makes me panic.

"What's wrong?" Xi Weier asked lazily.

"...the hair is dry."

"Well... so fast..." Xi Weier asked with regret: "Massage my scalp again..."

"Please get dressed and go to bed!"

Xi Weier had to put on his clothes and choose a bed to lie down on.

After Aize packed up the towels and books, he saw Xi Weier lifted the quilt and patted the place beside him: "Come here, we'll sleep together."

Aize went to lie down on another bed, and blew out the candle by the way.

Xi Weier looked disappointed in the darkness, even the hand that lifted the quilt stopped.

It took a while to close the quilt unwillingly.

"Good night, son."

Aizen paused for a long time before responding softly: "Good night."

Xi Weier opened his eyes for a long time in the darkness, and then whispered a few words: "Ai Ze? Ai Ze?"

No one answered.

Xi Weier happily moved to another bed, lifted the quilt and got in.

Holding the warm little body beside him in his arms, Xi Weier felt unprecedentedly at ease - even the darkness that surrounded him was not so disgusting.

Silver has always hated a sealed environment from the bottom of his heart.

The dark and airtight space around him can drive him crazy.

Xiver still remembers that in his previous life, he dragged his broken body and lived in a crowded and small room for more than three years. No one communicated with him, and even looking at the blue sky was a luxury.

Even getting out of bed was difficult at first.

The lower body is paralyzed on the bed, and it is difficult to clean up even personal hygiene.

He couldn't accept such an embarrassing self, and he didn't want anyone to see it.

Probably anger, hatred, low self-esteem... All kinds of negative emotions are entangled together and finally precipitated.

All emotion fades away, and in the end only silence remains.

I no longer have feelings for anything or anyone.

Only once in a while, when everything is dark as far as the eye can see, my mind is full of anxiety.

Is it going to be like this forever?

Lie in bed and eat and wait to die.

There is no future, let alone hope.

You want to change the status quo, but you can't do it.

Later, I was finally able to get out of bed. At first, I was delighted.

Pushing the wheelchair out with difficulty, what he got was not the friendly greeting he imagined, but eyes mixed with sympathy and disgust, even a smile was very reluctant.

So no matter how bright the sun outside was, it was still so gloomy that he shivered.

After all, it was still quiet.

Stop dreaming about a better future.Don't even expect comfort from others.

Occasionally, he would try to smile after ruining most of himself in the mirror.

It's a pity that even he himself felt horrified by the way he laughed while pulling his facial nerves.

In the final analysis, it is still not reconciled.

But there is no way not to compromise with reality.

At that time, he thought of dying several times.Although he is afraid of death, he is even more afraid of living alone.

Living alone in a small, closed room is unbearable for him.

But after all, I can't make up my mind. After all, I still have family and friends.

Looking back now, Xi Weier was surprised when he found out that there was a fire on the other side in his previous life.

At that time, I resolutely dragged my broken leg to save people, maybe I made up my mind to die.

Perhaps it was not exhaustion when he fell to the ground, but a subconscious feeling that it would be better to die.

That's why I couldn't even move a finger.

For too long, Jiang Xiweier's memory is no longer clear.

I almost forgot my mood and situation at that time.

It's just that he still remembers what he hated at that time - and he still hates it now.

Closed rooms, cramped places, and dim lighting.

So every night when I go to sleep, I open the windows and doors wide, and always leave a lamp by the bed to feel at ease.

Not fear or dread.Just seeing it makes me anxious.

Because he will recall that time, that weak, incompetent, and weak self.

Obviously looking forward to someone who can help him, but can't stand the sympathetic eyes of others.

With a boring self-esteem, the last thing to die is only a puddle of ashes.

After Xi Weier died once, thinking about it, he just felt that he was not worthy of sympathy at all.

Obviously as long as you have the courage to accept, as long as you face yourself calmly, you can live a better life.

"Teacher?" Ai Ze suddenly said.

Xi Weier was half asleep and half awake thinking about miscellaneous things, but was brought back to reality by Aize's call.

"what happened?"

"...I should be the one who asked what's wrong." Ai Ze rubbed his aching temple.

"Why are you in my bed?"

"Hmm..." Xi Weier thought for a while, and chose an excuse at random: "It's cold to sleep alone."

"You just need to ask the waiter for another quilt..."

"Okay, okay, it's too late, go to bed quickly."

Xi Weier was interrupted by Aize, and naturally forgot all the things he thought before, and patted Aize on the back: "Go to sleep!"

"..." Ai Ze glanced at Xi Weier, and finally did not refute, and closed his eyes with a complicated expression... It seems that there is still some time before falling asleep.

Xi Weier clumsily tucked the quilt for Aize and then closed his eyes.

It wasn't the first time that the two of them shared the same bed, but this time they finally managed to fall asleep.

When Xi Weier opened his eyes again, it was already morning.

Aize sat up and pushed Xavier beside him to wake up.

"Please wake up."

"What time is it?" Xi Weier lay still lazily.

"It's already six o'clock, please get up quickly..."

Xi Weier yawned, and pulled Ai Ze who was sitting up back under the bed: "Don't worry, the morning exercises for these two days will be saved, you have to gather up your energy to do the task, and when the time comes for actual combat, you won't be able to because of exhaustion Effort is bad."

"Our departure time is eight o'clock in the morning, and we still need to pack our bags, and we'll be done after breakfast."

"Huh? We set the time at eight o'clock?"

"...you forgot?"

"...D-Of course not," Xi Weier coughed dryly, trying to make his image a bit taller: "I just want to make sure...I...I'll go wash up."

Syver ran into the bathroom.