to deceive

It's not easy being able to sound like you're jet-lagged. "

"Isn't it just jet lag? I lost a few hours of sleep." Pushing the door open and entering the room, Hou Shujian really wanted to lie on the bed and sleep like a dead dog, but...Hou Shujian looked at Hou Chi who was sitting on the sofa in the living room Su and Hou Anchen.

The two looked up at him innocently at the same time.

Hou Shujian went to the kitchen expressionlessly to make lunch.

In fact, he even suspected that he made lunch while sleepwalking.Anyway, he was only in charge of loading the dishes, and Hou Chisu came to help carry them away after they were loaded. After doing this for three or four dishes, Hou Shujian couldn't hold on any longer, and went back to sleep without eating a single bite.

When I opened my eyes again, it was a little dark.After waking up, Hou Shujian felt much more comfortable and less chaotic, so he immediately rushed to the kitchen clutching his flat stomach.

While picking out one dish to eat, Hou Shujian heated up the other dishes, and the leftovers were almost wiped out. Hou Shujian put down his chopsticks contentedly, and put the plate into the sink.

"I'll do the brushing, you can make dinner quickly."

Hou Shujian looked at Hou Chisu who didn't know when he came in, "Okay, make something good at night, after all, I don't know what I did at noon."

After eating, Hou Shujian was about to go back to the bedroom to code, but Hou Chisu stopped him, "Book."

"Ok?"

Hou Chisu looked at the familiar face in front of him, smiled and said, "It's okay."

Hou Shujian rolled his eyes and entered the room.

Hou Chisu stood there as if thinking about something, looked back at the dishes on the table, and smiled softly.

thirteen

The next morning Hou Shujian woke up hungry again.The day before, he only ate one meal in the afternoon, and he didn't feel any obvious feeling before going to bed, but after waking up, he really felt the feeling of being so hungry that his chest was pressed against his back.

Suppressing the hunger, Hou Shujian quickly finished washing, and immediately opened the refrigerator to see if there was anything that could fill his stomach immediately. Although Hou Chisu and the others went to the market yesterday, they didn't seem to buy any cooked food...Hou Shujian saw the food before the holiday. Bought sliced ​​bread.

...The shelf life should be fifteen days?Anyway, it must not be broken in the refrigerator, Hou Shujian held a large bag of bread and started to eat it contentedly.After eating two slices, he was not so hungry, so Hou Shujian slowly fried an egg for himself. After thinking about it, he fried another egg for each of the two who hadn't got up yet. After that, he cut out some slices of ham and cooked a few eggs a simple sandwich.

Hou Anchen was already awake when he went out with the tray, standing in the living room and said in surprise, "Dad, you woke up so early."

Hou Shujian didn't have the nerve to say that he woke up from hunger, so he patted Hou Anchen's head, "Have you washed your face and brushed your teeth? Come and have breakfast after washing."

The two sat at the table eating sandwiches.After Hou Shujian woke up, he went straight to cooking. Now that his hair was still loose, he accidentally ate the tip of his own hair in his mouth.Hou Shujian touched his wrist for nothing, only then did he realize that the last rubber band was broken.He pouted, brushed his hair behind his ears with one hand, and ate the sandwich with the other.

After eating this sandwich, Hou Shujian wished he could eat his hair five times.He looked up at his son's head, and suddenly said, "Son, should you cut your hair?"

"Ah, it's almost there."

"Will Dad take you to cut your hair after dinner?"

"Okay."

Before going out, Hou Shujian pushed open the door of the guest room and said to Hou Chisu who was still awake: "I took An Chen to get her hair cut. Breakfast is in the dining room."

The other party hummed twice, Hou Shujian assumed that he heard it, and led Hou Anchen out the door.

When Hou Shujian came back again, Hou Jisu was startled.

"You cut your hair?"

The feeling of Hou Shujian with short hair is completely different from before. Not to mention Hou Chisu, even Hou Shujian feels strange when he looks in the mirror after cutting his hair.The short hair covers a little of the outline of the face, looking soft and age-reducing.In the past, Hou Shujian's hair covered his ears, so the pierced ears could not be exposed at all. Now that Hou Shujian's sideburns are cut short, the sterling silver studs on the earlobes are more conspicuous.

Originally, Hou Shujian wanted to have a straight cut, but the barber insisted that it would look better. Hou Shujian didn't want to hear the barber's nonsense while getting a haircut, so he simply let him play freely.In the end, Hou Shujian always felt that this hairstyle was not suitable for his age after the cut, more like a young man in his early twenties would wear it.

But the cuts were all cut, and Hou Shujian couldn't say anything more, after all, he was the one who let the barber play freely in the first place.

"Well, I think it's too troublesome."

"Why didn't you find it troublesome all those years ago?"

In the past, Hou Shujian always wanted to cover the holes in his ears.Let's not say whether he likes it or not, but whenever he sees Erdonghou Shujian, he always thinks of Fang Meiche, which is very annoying.

But when Hou Shujian saw his pierced ears recently, what Jiang Xiaoran said was what Jiang Xiaoran said, "Mr. Hou is very suitable for piercing ears".

Hou Shujian thought that he was just touched by this feeling and had a little reciprocal favor, but in fact, the favor may be more than he imagined.

"Before was before." Hou Shujian replied.

"It's really been a long time since I've seen you like this." Hou Chisu laughed, with nostalgic eyes, "The last time you had such a cute hairstyle was when you were in school."

"This is called gentle, okay?" Hou Shujian, who was gentle, rolled his eyes unrefinedly.

Hou Chisu shrugged, stared at Hou Shujian for a long time, and suddenly said, "I want to visit G University in the afternoon."

"...You can go if you want." Hou Shujian didn't know why Hou Chisu made such a request suddenly.He dropped out of school to take care of his children when he had a brain attack, and he only studied in college for one year. To a certain extent, this is actually a scar. Now that Hou Chisu said it so directly, Hou Shujian really didn't know what to answer for a while. What.

"Aren't you taking me with you?" Hou Chisu asked confidently.

"Of course, no, ah." Hou Shujian lowered his head, "I will stay at home with my son in the afternoon."

"Dad, I can be at home alone..." Hou Anchen said, seeing Hou Shujian's expression, he immediately changed his tone, "I would be happier if you were at home."

Hou Chisu exposed him mercilessly: "Even if you are at home, you must be negotiating code words in your room, what are you saying to accompany your son?"

Hou Shujian put on a cold face and said, "It's not impossible for me to sit next to my son and type."

Hou Chisu was defeated: "Okay, I'll go by myself."

Hou Shujian nodded.Maybe he will accompany Hou Chisu to other places, but let’s forget about G University.Although he didn't leave many memories there, maybe it's because he didn't leave many memories there, and if he goes now, it will only increase his nostalgia, which is useless.

Hou Chisu called in the evening and said that he would be back later and there was no need to prepare his meal.Hou Shujian put down the phone, turned around and asked Hou Anchen: "Son, is there anything you want to eat? Dad will take you out to eat."

Hou Anchen looked at the sky and thought for a while: "Let's eat something at home."

Hou Shujian stretched out his arms to hug Hou Anchen, alas, how could his son be so easy to support.

Saying it was "casual", Hou Shujian still cooked several dishes seriously.There is no chance to make Hou Anchen his favorite food during this holiday, Hou Shujian feels that there is nowhere to put his majestic fatherly love.

Hou Shujian, who put all his father's love into the dishes, watched Hou Anchen eat the rice contentedly, and moved his chopsticks happily.

After dinner, the two of them sat on the sofa and watched TV, and Hou Shujian began to reflect on how he really didn't spend much time with his son when he was at home.So he sat a little closer to his son, planning to chat with him while the news was on TV.Hou Shujian pondered for a long time, found a topic and was ready to speak.

"Son, have you made any new friends at school recently?"

"No, I'm in fifth grade, Dad. If I can still make new friends in class, I'm so bad at making friends."

Hou Shujian was left speechless by his son's answer, feeling deeply that he was always lacking in IQ when facing his son, so he simply brought up his favorite topic in the past: "Is there any little girl you like?"

"The prettiest girl in the class has been scared to tears by your love letter, Dad."

Hou Shujian was speechless again, "Then is there anything you want to tell Dad?"

"Hmm..." Hou Anchen blinked, "Dad, when is your birthday?"

"November [-]st." Hou Shujian realized after answering, "Why did you ask about the birthday? Is it the homework left by the teacher?"

"No, it was Teacher Jiang who asked me. I'm afraid I remembered it wrong, so I came to ask you."

Hou Shujian was silent for a moment, and asked, "An Chen, do you... like Mr. Jiang?" After asking, he immediately laughed in his heart at himself for asking what he knew.

"I like it!" Seeing Hou Shujian's expression, Hou Anchen asked cautiously: "Dad, don't you like Teacher Jiang?"

After the news ended, Hou Anchen's favorite cartoon started, and Hou Anchen, who was attracted by it, couldn't wait to turn his head and watch it attentively.

He didn't hear his dad say the answer of "like" softly, as if talking to himself.

After the show ended, Hou Anchen washed up and went to sleep.Hou Shujian went back to his room and couldn't write anything on the computer, so he found a movie and watched it.

Something is getting out of hand.

Hou Shujian said to himself, "It's okay, it's okay."

There is only one day left of the holiday, when Hou Shujian opened his eyes on the bed on the [-]th, he always felt unreal.In fact, a freelancer like him doesn't feel much about vacations. The only advantage is that he can stay with Hou Anchen, who usually goes to school, for a while