Inspirational life of rebirth

On August [-]th of this year, every household always eats some moon cakes as usual.Tang Qinghong never liked to eat this, but the family had to arrange for the festival, and bought a bunch of mooncakes of various flavors to give away to relatives and friends.

Even on Jia Siyuan's side, he sent people money and moon cakes, but he didn't go there in person. This time, my father didn't say anything. Seeing the noise of the men and the crying of the women in the family during the festival, they always It will affect the good mood that should be expected.

The three members of Xinyan's family came over for lunch again, and the aunts and grandmothers of the Tang family also brought the whole family to eat, and they went back to their in-laws' house for lunch. At night, when it was time to watch the moon, only he and his father were left in the Tang family. He also gave half a day off to the chefs and nannies, and they all went back to their homes for the holidays.

Since he was going to watch the moon, he moved the tea table seat to the balcony in a proper manner, and sat face to face with his father, chatting while unpacking the moon cakes.

Shuanghuang, lotus paste, five kernels... He felt very greasy, and he never finished one, that is, he could still eat more than half of the cloud leg mooncake.Today, with the help of his father to eat together, he took a small knife with a smile, and wanted to cut the big moon cake into two, so that one person could eat half of it.Dad didn't care much in front of him, so he just told him not to cut it, just eat whatever he wanted, and throw the leftovers to Dad for help.

He was sweet in his heart. When he was a child, he couldn't finish the food in the bowl occasionally, and his father would eat his leftovers. This kind of love seems to be something every father can do to his son, but the feeling he gave Far more than a father-son relationship.Because father is not his real father after all, being able to be so close has nothing to do with the natural ties of blood, but only because of liking for him.

When he grows up, he seldom has any leftovers, but he consciously takes the initiative to make delicious food for his father, and he doesn’t even have the chance to eat his father’s leftovers—he almost never has leftovers for his father, although he doesn’t I will say something very pleasant to him, but eat carefully and have a satisfied expression, this is the highest reward for his dedication.

Maybe it was because his heart was too sweet, he felt tired after eating half of the moon cake, his father turned his head and glanced at him, took the remaining half from his hand naturally, and ate it silently.He saw that his father's appetite seemed to be quite good, so he brought another whole one for his father. His father waved his hand with a wry smile and said, "Forget it, it will be suitable for the occasion after eating it. It's not that you don't know, I don't like sweets."

The two father and son looked at each other in silence for a moment, and laughed softly at the same time. Tang Qinghong put down the mooncakes, and excitedly went to pull his father up, "Let's go to the front yard! I have been cultivating myself recently. I planted a lot of flowers and plants. Watching the moon is better than sitting here in a daze."

Dad looked up at the full moon in the sky, stood up and walked with him, "Do you feel bored? I'm usually too busy, and you are too busy planting flowers and plants, just like an old man."

He held his father's arm and shook his head in denial, "No, I'm actually very busy too, it's just that the pace of processing things is too fast and my mind is tired. Planting flowers and plants is good for decompression."

This method of self-cultivation and self-cultivation was taught by Mr. Gu. He had made a special trip to visit Mr. Gu once before. The nearly hundred-year-old doctor was still full of energy. After taking his pulse, he said that he was overthinking. There are too many things to worry about, and you should pay attention to rest and keep healthy. Even strenuous exercise is fine. Even playing chess is not suitable for mind-consuming pastimes. It is best to have an air conditioner to arrange flowers and plants, and take a walk in the garden. It is good for the body and Don't bother.

So as soon as he came back from Yungou, he started planting flowers and plants in his front yard. At first he thought it was troublesome and time-consuming, but after he got used to it, he found that it was really good for him.

After his painstaking and time-consuming care, many flowers bloomed in the front yard. The two old sweet-scented osmanthus trees in the yard had a refreshing fragrance. He later planted many varieties of rose, evening primrose, clove, jasmine, etc. Now It is also in the flowering period, and it looks very prosperous and beautiful under the moonlight.He stood in the yard looking at these flowers, feeling very proud and proud. He smelled them here and touched them there. No matter how he looked at them, he felt that they were well raised.

He was looking at the flowers seriously, but Tang Minyi stood in the flowers and looked at his son seriously. As a man, this son is actually a bit too beautiful, especially in the shadow of flowers under the moonlight, his facial features are exquisite and his skin is delicate. The whole person is so white and shiny, the whole body seems to be covered with a layer of moist light, it is like a picture.

In a blink of an eye, my son is over 30 years old, and his appearance is the same as when he was eighteen or twenty. He usually stays at home for a long time, except for the phone calls and a little more friends who come to see him, and he is completely living a reclusive life.He didn't know whether his son wanted to recuperate his body, or he was willing to go out because of him. In short, although he felt a little guilty for his son, he was selfishly happy for it—he never forgot that his son had unintentionally gone out when he was in school. He provoked too many girls, and later even provoked men, but his son was all focused on him, so those people were not qualified to become his rivals in love.

Later, his son actually confirmed the vicious rumor first and then played it. He really blamed himself and felt distressed at the time, but he didn't go to clarify for his son.He is obviously the person he loves the most, but he only owes this person. Only then did he realize that he is really just an ordinary man, and after all, he also has an absolutely exclusive possessive desire for love, and it is very strong.

Maybe the son saw this, so he took the initiative to show him, just to make him feel at ease.But every time he thinks of the expensive price his son paid for him, his mood is complicated. In comparison, he can pay too little for his son.

Honghong always said that love is not about doing business, he is a big man, busy for the world; but he is a small man, it is enough to guard his family and career, the important thing in a relationship is to work well with each other, you can't care about who pays more Much... He understands these principles better than anyone else, he knows that Honghong is accommodating and comforting him, just like at this moment, Honghong only smiled happily at him when he saw the complicated expression on his face, "Dad, don't frown today, come and smell it, it smells so good! Look at how beautiful they are!"

He also bent down and smelled the fragrance of the flowers, and then leaned closer to his son and sniffed harder, "Well, it smells very fragrant."

Tang Qinghong blushed under the moonlight, but his actions were bold. He dragged his father back to the house quickly, and after closing the door, he put his arm around his father's waist and leaned over his mouth for a sticky kiss.

Even if the door was closed, the strong fragrance of flowers outside couldn't be shut off. Tang Qinghong leaned against the door panel and panted softly, feeling the gentle and firm arms of his father holding his back, and he couldn't be in a better mood for a while.The flowers he planted with his own hands, and the man he obtained with his own hands, all belong to him completely at this moment, and he will not exchange this happiness for anything, even if God promises him to live another life.

He relaxed his body and hung lazily on his father, put his arms around his neck and whispered, "Hold me up, I want to drink nectar."

Tang Minyi picked him up and walked upstairs slowly under the moonlight leaking in from the window, and couldn't help laughing at his son's love words, "Are you a little bee? There are so many ways to drink nectar. You can't directly Say something?"

Tang Qinghong pretended to be shy, and buried his head in his father's arms, "How embarrassing is this...I'm not that obscene."

"..." Tang Minyi didn't say anything at all, but walked quickly into the room. He would never be as thick-skinned as Tang Qinghong in this respect.

After entering the bedroom, he weighed the weight of this person on his body, and with a little effort, he threw the whole thing on the bed.With a flick of his body, Tang Qinghong saw his father leaning over and propped up his upper body to take off his clothes, but his father stopped him by pressing his hands, "Close your eyes and lie down, I'll do it."

He closed his eyes obediently, with only the scent of flowers coming in from the window in his nose, listening to his father's unsteady breathing, feeling his father's fingers brushing gently on him, and taking off his slippers and socks very slowly , and then trousers, jackets... Just like unpacking a beloved gift, carefully and carefully remove layer after layer of packaging.

This is even more wonderful than their first time. After so many intimate experiences with each other, Dad understands his body better than himself. It is also peaceful and pleasant.

The initial experience is too different from the present one. They are tense and painful. Even with constant kissing and appeasement, the body of a man is different from that of a woman after all. Only happiness, because he was afraid that his father would never come to him again.

It wasn't until after being together for several years that they groped and experienced each other that he experienced the kind of "death or life" that Huang Zhen said in this kind of thing, and he screamed out of control.It was at that time that my father discovered that he used to be very good at pretending, and he blamed himself for it for a while, and asked him many difficult questions with embarrassment.

And up to now, Dad is still not very open about words, but tonight has become an exception.

While sliding his fingers on his body, Dad whispered in his ear, "Here? Is it comfortable? Do you need to push harder?"

His face was hot, and his heart was jumping with joy. He could no longer speak in a normal tone, and his voice was as lazy as a cat's, "Well... I want to... here I want to..."

Dad's chuckle was like a hook, and his whole body was soft, and there was only one place where he became more and more energetic, "What about here?"

"Oh...slow...slow...too fast..." He shivered and evaded, too strong stimulation made him feel bad.

When the most sensitive parts were close together, Dad listened to his request and slowed down his movements, and he gasped again, "Don't...too slow...Hurry up..."

Dad stretched out his finger and touched the tip of his nose, gently wiped away the drop of sweat from him, and licked his earlobe casually with the tip of his hot tongue, and asked in a low voice against his ear, "How fast? "

"To...to...I don't...don't know..."

He himself was confused, talking nonsense, but his legs were tightly wrapped around Dad's waist.