godfather

He Shaotang came back to Beijing, and at noon of this year's New Year's Eve, he brought New Year's goods to the door, and gave the Meng family a surprise.

At home, Grandma Meng was so excited, she became more and more nostalgic as she got older, with tears in her eyes, she slapped Shaotang on the back vigorously: "Shaotang, you said you, you came back a few days ago, why did you only come today?" Look at me?!"

Shaotang said: "I was thinking about it. It's not appropriate to bother me at the thirtieth year. Should I come again in the second year of junior high school?"

Grandma Meng: "Come whenever you want!"

Shaotang joked: "According to the customs of Shandong people, don't you say that you go back to your natal home in the second year of junior high school? Isn't this my natal home? Do you think I should come to the second year of junior high school!"

Grandma Meng was happy: "You are my son, this is your home, you are not going back to your mother's home! I can't see Meng Jianmin, and seeing you is like seeing him!"

Shaotang was hurt by the old lady's slap, smiled and stood upright, his body wrapped in a military overcoat was like a mighty gun.Between the brows and eyes, he is a little more mature and stable than when he was in Xigou a few years ago, the black eyes are deep and long, and the chin is clean-shaven, with a layer of light blue.

More than four years, getting older and promoted.

Grandma Meng pulled her precious grandson to show off: "Look at your godson, he has grown so tall, he is much taller than me!"

The two of them were surrounded by people, there was absolutely no room for whispering, Meng Xiaobei lowered his eyes and said nothing.

Shaotang said: "It's already fifteen, if it grows, it will be taller than me."

Grandma Meng said: "Our family's stele is great, and we go to a key school! At school, he is still the backbone of the literary and art propaganda team, and he is also the host of the radio station or something!"

Meng Xiaobei's ears were a little red, and he complained: "Grandma—grandma! Ours is not called a literature and art propaganda team...we are called a club..."

Shaotang looked at his godson with a smile in his eyes: "I know that he always writes to me, and he always talks to me in the letters when he has any good things."

Grandma Meng was happy, so she talked a lot, because her ears were gradually receding, and her voice became louder and louder: "Beibei, look at your godfather's epaulettes! This military uniform! How handsome! How handsome!"

"The stele, do you think so!"

"Do you think your godfather is handsome?!"

The people around didn't notice it, and the whole family greeted loudly.Only Meng Xiaobei was silent, lowered his head and squeezed the corners of his mouth tightly, holding back his words... Damn, he was so handsome that his eyes were blinded.

On New Year's Eve, according to the customs of Shandong people, the tradition of family affection is the most important. It should be that the son lives with his parents for the New Year.The three daughters of the Meng family are all married, and they are celebrating the New Year with their in-laws, and their son is not around. Shaotang naturally took Meng Jianmin's place at the wine table, sitting next to Grandpa Meng Xiaobei, drinking with the old man.

Shaotang raised his glass and stood up, saying, "I'll toast our parents a glass of wine for my elder brother."

"One more cup, this cup is for the whole family!"

Shaotang brought good wine from there, the "Mongolian King", goat cheese from Inner Mongolia, milk tea powder, two extra high-end cashmere sweaters, a large one for the old man of the Meng family, and a small one for Meng Xiaobei.

The radiator was very hot, Shaotang took off his military uniform, and the whole room was filled with warmth.Meng Xiaobei just sat on his godfather's head, ate his food, and said very little, asking and answering each sentence.

On the contrary, it was his godfather who was stable. During the meeting, he talked about his experience as a soldier in Inner Mongolia over the years, and various interesting things about performing missions in the old forests of Daxing'an Mountains.During the meal time, relatives and neighbors kept coming to visit for New Year's greetings. Every time a group of people came in, Shaotang must be the focus of everyone's attention. He wished to tell everyone about his experiences before and after. Drinking in big bowls, his expression was bright and cheerful.

Meng Xiaobei was sitting too close, it was inconvenient to look up, so he only peeked at Shaotang's temples, ears, and collar from the corner of his eye, and even secretly stared at the slowly rising and falling rhythm of the other's chest...

Maybe it's because they've been apart for too long. These four years have also been the period of Meng Xiaobei's physical and psychological development. Many feelings are completely different.

The most different thing is that his own temperament has also changed, it is impossible for him to be as thick-skinned and shameless as he was when he was a child, hugging and cuddling his godfather, and messing around.Boys will go through this period when they grow up, the period of youth development and voice change, taciturn at home, thin-skinned, desperate for face, self-esteem, and start to be inexplicably shy!He can't say a lot of crooked words, because he can't say them at all.

At that time, Meng Xiaobei's slender and handsome young boy's single eyelids saw someone he loved, pretending to be shy and sweet...

Grandma Meng held Shaotang's arm all the time at the dinner table, she liked it so much, she moved her head and asked, "The spoon is hot, come back this time, are you going?"

Shaotang said: "Back to Beijing, the forest fire brigade on the west mountain side should not move for a few years."

Grandma Meng smiled and was very gossipy: "Godson, you are not young anymore, you are already thirty!"

Shaotang hurriedly corrected: "No, I'm only 29."

Grandma Meng is very serious: "We are considered a false age, you are thirty! Do you have a date?"

Shaotang lowered his eyes and smiled: "Where can I find someone in the army?"

Grandma Meng hurriedly added this sentence: "Such a handsome young man, hurry up and marry a beautiful wife! When you come back to our house, you are here to marry a wife!"

Meng Xiaobei raised his head: "...?!"

There was something in Grandma Meng's words: "You said it downstairs just now, I heard it all, you said 'come back to marry'!"

Shaotang was very steady, expressionless, coaxing the old lady: "Don't worry... I'm not in a hurry."

Grandma Meng said sincerely: "Let me tell you, it would be the best to marry our little man from Shandong! She is beautiful, capable of housework, and--the most capable of giving birth to children!"

Meng Xiaobei spat out Mochi fresh peach juice with a mouthful.

He casually picked up the front of his clothes and wiped his mouth. That's right, you can definitely give birth. Grandma, you have given birth to five.

Auntie Meng Xiaobei has the thinnest skin, she is even more shy than Meng Xiaobei, she has always been weak since childhood.She sat far away, across the table, and suddenly asked after a while, "Is it appropriate to knit that scarf for you last time?"

Shaotang paused, then nodded politely: "It's suitable."

The sister-in-law asked: "Why didn't you wear it..."

Shaotang said indifferently: "It's windy and sandy over there, so the good wool has been ruined, I'm keeping it."

Meng Xiaobei listened with drooping eyebrows, thankful that his godfather didn't wear the scarf that his sister-in-law gave him when he came back to show off, but also unhappy that his godfather still "closed" the scarf! ...What about myself?The godfather didn't know where he "took" him, and he didn't even give him a hug when they met.

It took two and a half hours to eat a meal, and they even ate and chatted. There was no chance for Meng Xiaobei to interrupt for a little time alone...

After the meal, Shaotang played mahjong with the old man and the old lady, which was a routine entertainment activity for the Meng family every family gathering.

Meng Xiaobei's little cousin, the third aunt's child, ran over from the next building and called, "Brother Bei, let's go out and play."

With pockets in both hands, Meng Xiaobei strolled in the corridor, absent-minded: "Go by yourself."

The cousin yelled innocently: "You don't go out to play! Then how can we play?"

The cousins ​​in the family are used to only Meng Xiaobei is the leader. Brother Bei is the king of the children in the family. If Brother Bei doesn't take us out to play, we can't play by ourselves!

Meng Xiaobei: "...I watched them play mahjong."

My cousin was very surprised. Since when did Brother Bei like to watch our grandparents play mahjong?How boring are the foot-binding entertainments of grown-ups!

The old man and the old lady of the Meng family were very focused on playing mahjong.The old man usually doesn't like to talk, but he has a good brain and is very resourceful. He can touch each card with his fingers without looking at it.Play with the juniors and win along the way.If they don't come with a lot of money, they will use pennies of steel.One penny for peace, double for sitting on the bank, double for self-motivation, one point for exposed kong, and one point for concealed kong.

The sister-in-law looked down at the cards and muttered, "Father has started to show his power again, and he won three times in a row."

Grandma Meng complained: "You old guy, why do you always win?!"

Meng Xiaobei interjected from the side; "Grandma is acting like a spoiled child to grandpa, why don't grandpa return the money to my grandma!"

Everyone laughed, Shaotang smiled and looked up at his son.

What is Meng Xiaobei thinking about the money his grandma lost?He only concentrated on glancing at the person he likes quietly, every move of Shaotang is very handsome.

Shaotang rubbed his hands together as a gesture, and said, "It can't be done, my godfather's hands are too strong! I won't have any change if I lose again, so I'll rub my luck."

Shaotang patted the bed next to him: "Big darling, come here and help me change my luck..."

Before Shaotang could finish his sentence, Meng Xiaobei didn't need his godfather to say a second word, he stepped in with a big stride, and rubbed against his side, feeling so beautiful in his heart, Shaotang called him "big baby"!

He was sitting next to Shaotang, and the gang was confused by what they were playing mahjong.Intentionally or not, his thigh rubbed against his godfather's leg under the table, and Shaotang didn't dodge it either.Both had strong thighs, men's size, and strong knees.The heat, aura, intangible and indescribable sexiness emanating from a mature man's body...everything fascinates Meng Xiaobei.

The purest first love in the youthful years is actually a kind of spiritual feeling, no matter why I like it.A look, a smile, can make people's heart flutter, and the mind is filled with the other person's voice and smile, as if this person is the only one.

Later, his sister-in-law stopped beating, and her back hurt after sitting for a long time, and she said, "Xiao Bei, you can accompany your grandparents, your grandpa won't want to win money from you if you come to play."

Meng Xiaobei sits at the head of Shaotang, and his grandmother sits next to Shaotang.

Shaotang took out the money and said, "Don't use your pocket money, I'll give it to you. If you lose, it's your godfather. If you win, it's yours."

Shaotang threw out one, "Three cylinders."

Meng Xiaobei's eyes lit up, and he stretched out his hand to push: "Touch."

His grandma had sharp eyes and quick hands, snapping it away: "I'll eat it."

Meng Xiaobei shouted: "Hey, I, I, that one is mine!"

His grandma said confidently: "I am in front of you, I will eat first!"

Meng Xiaobei argued: "But I have already shown my cards, and you all have seen me show my cards!"

Meng Xiaobei was so frustrated, he glanced at Shaotang as if asking for help from the corner of his eye, gritted his teeth, very unwilling, as if Shaotang belonged to him, and the cards played by Shaotang had to be given to him.

The old man pushed the cards slowly: "You two don't argue, I've made it."

Meng Xiaobei was discouraged, and fell on his back on the bed, exposing his belly, and shouted, "Damn, I can't live anymore! My grandpa is too powerful!!!..."

Shaotang also subconsciously, as if the intimacy of the long time hit the nerves of the two of them like an invisible lightning in an instant, he stretched out his hand and pinched Meng Xiaobei's lower abdomen, unceremoniously, tickling him.

Meng Xiaobei was so itchy that Shaotang's fingers touched his stomach, the position was too close to the waist, it was too sensitive!He bounced like an electric shock, grabbing Shaotang's wrist with one hand.The two laughed and teased twice, Meng Xiaobei curled up on the bed into a big shrimp struggling and rolling, stretching out his arms and legs already occupied a lot of space, he was already making noises all over the bed, his smile melted to the corner of his mouth.

This was the first time godfather touched him after meeting him, a very brief intimacy.

That night, I accompanied the old man and the old lady to watch the annual Spring Festival Gala, and went downstairs to watch the firecrackers in the compound, and it was too late.

Meng Xiaobei was like a shadow of his godfather, with an ulterior secret in his heart, his eyes were fixed on the other's back, and he followed him upstairs and downstairs almost every step of the way, but he didn't say anything...

Shaotang turned around, patted him on the shoulder, and asked, "Why don't you like talking?"

Meng Xiaobei lowered his head and pursed his lips: "Do I have any?"

Shaotang asked, "Has your voice changed?"

Meng Xiaobei cleared his throat, trying to sound crisp and pleasant, but the voice he made was low and slightly hoarse. It was the 15-year-old boy after the voice change.Liangliang is also fifteen, and that guy is like a little thrush all day long, wow, wow, why doesn't Liangliang change his voice?

Meng Xiaobei is fairly generous in character, not twitchy.Many boys who have undergone a voice change are so shy that they become dumb and dare not speak.

Shaotang told his son anecdotes about Inner Mongolia and the three northeastern provinces: "Do you know how cold it is in winter? My hands were wet and I put on my cotton gloves. When I returned to the camp, I found that the gloves couldn't be taken off. It's so icy in there. Frozen my hands and gloves, I almost gave up my fingers."

"When I release my hand in the field, when I shoot it, it's still water; when it hits the ground, it makes a loud noise, and it's already turned into a bunch of little ice cubes!"

Meng Xiaobei burst out laughing: "Really? Godfather, just brag about it!"

Shaotang's handsome eyes narrowed, he exhaled smoke rings, and there were beautiful lines at the corners of his eyes: "Really, you will never be deceived. If you soak for too long, you can crystallize a parabola and freeze that thing." superior."

Meng Xiaobei finally couldn't hold back, and the two laughed together in the dark corridor and under the dim lights.

With a flash of inspiration, Meng Xiaobei suddenly remembered something that happened many years ago, and said, "If it's like the two of us in Xigou back then, who shot farther than anyone else, you were farther than me, and I shot closer! Then mine would be You can’t freeze it, you spray it so far, it’s not even two meters away, and you stay in the air for a long time, can you stop freezing after peeing for 3 minutes! Freeze your, that, that thing?”

When he said a certain word, he stumbled, and suddenly felt that he was stupid to death!

Your face is going to be red, your tongue can't be straightened, Meng Xiaobei, your host is eloquent, why are you stuttering in front of Tangtang?

He couldn't laugh himself, laughing at himself as stupid.The rough and obscene smiles between the men filled the corridors and hearts.A few jokes, a dirty joke, seemed to quickly dilute the four years of helpless and long estrangement...

That night after listening to the zero o'clock bell and watching the cannonballing, it was too late, and Grandma Meng insisted on keeping Shaotang at home overnight.

Meng Xiaobei actually wanted to say, Godfather and I sleep in the small bed, is it okay?

However, Shaotang glanced at the situation of the two beds in the hut, and immediately refused, without any discussion in his eyes, and said in a deep voice, "No, it's inconvenient, godmother, I'm leaving."

Grandma Meng is eager to keep someone, so she can sleep well in exchange!

Perhaps to avoid suspicion, Shaotang quickly recovered his dignified and dignified expression, and said, "I'm going back. I'll come back another day."

Meng Xiaobei was slightly disappointed, but actually heaved a sigh of relief.

The whole day today was too sudden, he was completely unprepared, he was seriously out of order!

Also miss each other too much.

Or a little frustrated and lost, feeling that Shaotang is not as affectionate and indifferent to him as he was when he was a child.Shaotang is a great military officer now, and now he really looks like a father. There is a long and profound sense of distance between the two sides.Shaotang didn't pinch the dimple on the back of his neck with his fingers, nor kissed his forehead...

Shaotang put on his military cap, and before going out, he glanced at Xiaobei's bed, and saw the bright and eye-catching poster on the wall.

Under the big-brimmed hat, his eyes were narrowed to the thinnest, his eyelashes flickered, Shaotang frowned: "Who is it?"

Meng Xiaobei: "Well... you don't know the star."

Shaotang: "Madonna? Do you like this?"

Meng Xiaobei lowered his head and touched his nose: "..."

Shaotang was stunned for a while, staring at the close-up of Madonna's head, with blonde hair and flaming red lips, making a teasing expression of pouting, wearing a bra-like dress, showing plump cleavage, very coquettish.

The expression in Shaotang's eyes flashed.

Meng Xiaobei felt that his little father might still have spotted Ming Tang, but he didn't say anything.

As soon as Shaotang left, Grandma Meng began to scold the little girl with her carefree temper: "You said that Jianju is you, and you are too! When Shao Tang didn't come back, you were thinking about it all day long!"

"Did you come back today, you can't even say a word, you really can't do anything, you don't even fart?!"

My sister-in-law’s voice is two octaves lower than her own mother’s, the sound of mosquitoes, big eyes and melancholy, maybe because of natural disasters, she was born without enough food, she is the softest and weakest member of the family, and she doesn’t even exist at home. feel!People have different tempers and personalities. Grandma Meng is violent, and the other daughters of the Meng family are aggressive. Only the eldest, Meng Jianmin, and the younger daughter, Meng Jianju, follow Xiaobei's grandfather in personality. They are introverted, heavy-hearted, and not talkative.

Introverted people just like men who are outgoing, generous, straightforward and talkative, and have external charm, so my sister-in-law has a crush on Shaotang.Shaotang is already in her thirties, and Aunt Meng Xiaobei is not too young. If she drags on, she is really an old girl, and Grandma Meng is almost worried to death.This girl can't make a fart with three kicks, so don't hit my hands!

That night Meng Xiaobei tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep for half the night.

The point is that his sister-in-law in the bed next to him couldn't sleep either, which made him feel guilty and didn't dare to breathe.

The streetlights outside the window shone light obliquely on the wall, and Madonna's sexy lips could be vaguely seen.In the dark, Meng Xiaobei also pouted, and blew a kiss to Madonna in the air, and touched the little pout at the corner of the red lips with his finger, which was extremely sexy and alluring.

He had another handsome face in his mind, with watery eyes and sexy lips.There is also a beauty mole at the exact same position on the corner of the lip.

The dim light cast Meng Xiaobei's shadow on the wall through the bed curtain, and the shadow concealed ups and downs and throbbing.He opened his thighs and touched the young and sensitive part of the boy. He leaned back his neck and comforted his restless and longing body under the blanket.He fumbled for the toilet paper from under the pillow, his fingers moving rapidly, and his eyes were fixed on the painting on the wall.The scorching warmth finally gushes out from the body, and the pleasure is like an electric current stirring the lower abdomen and chest, mixed with a sad and joyful feeling.

The back light and the moon are overcast, and it is already ten years of traces and ten years of heart.