Mr. Dong Guo

The bedside lamp was dim and warm.

Guo Qiyu curled up on one side of the bed, only covering a corner of the quilt.

Subconsciously still being cautious, Guo Xiaobei pursed his lips, got out of bed and walked to the other side, pulling the quilt up for him.

His brows were also slightly frowned, even though he was so tired and slept so soundly, he still couldn't sleep well in an unfamiliar environment.

Guo Xiaobei looked at Guo Qiyu who was breathing steadily, as if he was looking at a rabbit.

He stretched out his index finger and tapped Guo Qiyu's brow lightly, and it stretched out after just a little.

Guo Qiyu opened his eyes slightly, "Xiao Bei, can't sleep?"

Then he backed away, revealing the open space in front of him, and patted vainly, "You'll get used to Ren Ren!"

He hasn't gotten used to it yet, so he's trying to persuade others first.

Guo Xiaobei kissed his forehead, "I'm going to the bathroom, I'll save the seat."

Half of Guo Qiyu's face sank into the soft pillow, and a "hmm" came out of his nose, soft and sweet.

Guo Xiaobei smiled, went out and closed the bedroom door again.

This home is a three-story duplex villa, and the kitchen is bigger than his home.

Guo Qiyu was amazed when he saw it, Guo Xiaobei could still see the sadness and inferiority in his eyes, he knew that Guo Qiyu had been blaming himself for not giving him a better life.

Not to mention, now there is a comparison.

Guo Xiaobei stood where he was. The 11-year-old child hadn't started to develop yet. Although he was raised well, he was still small and thin.

At this moment, a shadow cast by the stair corridor fell on the ground, and was suddenly elongated.

Guo Xiaobei hesitated for a long time, showing a struggling expression that a child shouldn't have.

But Li Qijue's words really exploded in his heart like a pill of regret. He never thought that he could go this way, and he could achieve his goal better, better and faster.

There is no better regret medicine than this.

Guo Xiaobei thought to himself, and slowly went downstairs.

As he expected, Mrs. Meng and Mr. Meng didn't sleep at all. They were sitting in the dining room downstairs, and there were many children's things and photos on the table.

The two are nostalgic for their previous life.

Seeing Guo Xiaobei coming down suddenly, Mrs. Meng was a little surprised, but then realized, "Xiao Xiao, it's getting cold, why don't you put on more clothes?"

The child's pajamas are a little too big, which makes him even thinner and thinner.

Mrs. Meng was very distressed, picked up the blanket on the sofa and wrapped him tightly, "Xiao Xiao, can't you sleep?"

Guo Xiaobei shook his head and looked at the table.

Mr. Meng came over and picked him up, "Want to see your childhood?"

Guo Xiaobei nodded.

The little doll in the photo is so cute that Guo Xiaobei couldn't even recognize it was him.

Mrs. Meng told the story of each photo in a low voice, and there were not many photos. Mrs. Meng shed tears while talking.

Mr. Meng said: "You were very young when you got lost. In fact, we are very grateful to Mr. Guo for adopting you. We will not treat him badly. Don't worry, Xiao Xiao."

Mrs. Meng nodded, her voice choked up, "This shows that Xiao Xiao is a good boy who knows how to be grateful. We are very grateful to Mr. Guo. He has always been kind to you."

Mr. Meng was silent for a while, "Xiao Xiao, what did you do, you met Mr. Guo?"

Guo Xiaobei's eyes froze, and then he relaxed again, "As long as I can remember, I have been raised by a grandpa. Later, when my grandpa passed away, I begged along the street. My father saw that I was pitiful, so he brought me food, and then took me back home. home."

"Xiao Xiao..."

Mrs. Meng cried, crying and laughing, "There are still many kind-hearted people, Xiao Xiao, we are really scared... really scared..."

She couldn't tell, Mr. Meng patted his wife on the back, looked at Guo Xiaobei, "Xiao Xiao, it's great that you're fine."

He paused and continued: "When can you take us to meet the grandfather who adopted you?"

Guo Xiaobei turned his head to the side, staring at Mrs. Meng who kept wiping away tears, and shook his head, "Grandpa doesn't have a grave, everyone paid for the cremation, and the ashes were spilled into the river."

He lied calmly, as if he was really as lucky as his lie.

"That's good, that's good..." Mr. Meng closed his eyes, hugged Guo Xiaobei, and said solemnly, "Xiao Xiao, I'm really sorry!"

Guo Xiaobei lowered his eyes, and Mr. Ren Meng hugged him.

He has always listened to Guo Qiyu's words, and now he is doing the same, but he is still thinking in his heart, if you had been more careful back then, wouldn't I have been taken away and suffered such abuse?

But thinking of the person sleeping soundly in the upstairs bedroom...

He may never meet Guo Qiyu.

Guo Xiaobei smiled slightly, stretched out his arms to embrace Mr. Meng's broad shoulders, and greeted even more trembling and excited arms.

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"Here, the household registration book." Mrs. Meng came downstairs excitedly, and handed the household registration book to Guo Xiaobei.

Just now Guo Xiaobei suddenly said that he wanted to see the household registration booklet, so Mrs. Meng rushed upstairs and found the household registration booklet from the closet.

This was the first time Guo Xiaobei saw his own name: Meng Xiaoyan.

He silently read it several times in his heart.

After another glance, the date of birth is July 1988, 7.

In other words, he is not 11 years old this year, but should be 12 years old.

Guo Xiaobei was satisfied, and the gap between him and Guo Qiyu was one year less, and he couldn't catch up with his age.

He has been catching up for a year, and he feels a little proud.

Guo Xiaobei touched the household registration book, and his tone was a bit cherished, "Can I go to school with the household registration book?"

When the Meng family heard this, their hearts ached.

They knew what kind of life Guo Qiyu and Guo Xiaobei lived. Because they did not meet the adoption qualifications, Guo Xiaobei had no household registration and could not go to school. He could only spend money on cram schools and make up for one lesson after another.

Fortunately, Guo Qiyu has always been very generous in this regard. He ate green vegetables and steamed buns by himself and never defaulted on tuition fees. He even helped Guo Xiaobei enroll in an extra class whenever he had spare money.

Now that the child asks this question, he still hopes to go to school more.

Mrs. Meng nodded, "Yes, Xiao Xiao, we go to the best school!"

Guo Xiaobei smiled, "Can I go back to W City to go to school?"

Mr. Meng was taken aback, "Xiao Xiao, the educational resources in City W may not be as good as City A."

Guo Xiaobei shook his head, "It's okay, I don't want to leave Dad, and Dad doesn't want to leave me either."

Madam Meng's eyes dimmed.

But Mr. Meng pointed out, "Are you afraid that Mr. Guo will be sad? It's okay, Dad go and tell him."

Guo Xiaobei glanced at him, "Uncle Meng, if it doesn't work, forget it, I can do it."

Mr. Meng pursed his lips slightly, and said with some difficulty, "Xiao Xiao, don't you still want to be called Dad?"

When Mrs. Meng heard the sound, she almost shed tears again.

Guo Xiaobei struggled a little in his eyes. After thinking for a long time, Mr. Meng and Mrs. Meng heard a soft voice, "Mom and Dad, thank you."

Mrs. Meng hugged Guo Xiaobei violently, suppressing her crying.

Mr. Meng also turned around, his shoulders trembling a little, and he raised his hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of his eyes.

The three talked for a long time, until Guo Xiaobei yawned, Madam Meng told Guo Xiaobei to go to bed, and even said, "Xiao Xiao, will you sleep with your mother tonight?"

Guo Xiaobei shook his head firmly, "I'm going to stay with Dad."

Although the Meng couple was a little disappointed, they also knew that they should not act too hastily. They sent Guo Xiaobei to the door of the bedroom, and the child waved to them, then went in and closed the door behind him.

After getting into bed, Guo Xiaobei nestled into Guo Qiyu's arms.

Maybe the subconscious is still waiting for him, Guo Qiyu's actions have not changed.

Guo Qiyu was already in a deep sleep, Guo Xiaobei didn't wake him up, he looked at his delicate eyebrows and eyes, because of fatigue, only 24 years old already looked like a 34-year-old middle-aged man.

Sometimes Guo Xiaobei even felt that Guo Qiyu was shortening his life for him.

"Dad, don't blame me."

After a long time, he turned off the small bedside lamp, and gently kissed the slightly parted lips of the sleeping person in the darkness.