godfather

In the hotel that day, Shaotang slowly rubbed fire on Meng Xiaobei's body, turning this careless little bastard's bird red, and vented all his desire on Meng Xiaobei's buttocks and thighs, then The thing shot Xiaobei's crotch, and he finally relieved his anger.

Shaotang slowly rolled over from Meng Xiaobei's body, the last twilight faintly seeped through the curtains, and the emptiness and silence after indulgence permeated the dark room.

Shaotang turned on the small bedside lamp, lit a cigarette, and leaned against the bedside to smoke quietly.

Meng Xiaobei was still lying face down, didn't get up for a long time, all the bones in his body were torn apart by his little father, his underwear and long johns were all wrapped around his ankles, and there were red marks on his buttocks and thighs.

Meng Xiaobei moved, bare buttocks, rolled into his godfather's arms, and hugged him.

Shaotang sighed, hugged the big baby too, kissed the forehead silently, and ruffled Xiaobei's hair: "Does it hurt?"

Meng Xiaobei took a peek at his little father, his expression softened, and he immediately laughed hoarsely: "Oh...hehe...it's okay, it shouldn't hurt as much as I made you last time, right?"

Shaotang scolded in a low voice: "You kid was waiting."

The corner of Meng Xiaobei's mouth twitched, he didn't care: "Success, I'll wait."

Meng Xiaobei's underwear was dirty and wet, so he could only take it off, so he simply took off the underwear and put on long johns and outer pants.

After Shaotang finished being rough, he couldn't bear it anymore: "You don't feel comfortable without your underwear? Jeans wear out on you."

"I took off my panties for you?"

Meng Xiaobei said: "No need! Your nest is big, I'm afraid my little bird will wander around in it, and I won't be able to contain it!"

Shaotang was immediately happy, and held Xiao Bei into his arms, rubbing him fiercely.

Meng Xiaobei buried his breath into the other's chest: "Godfather, I went to the park just to chat with those people. I want to know why, I will become different from most people around me, and my classmates in school are talking about girls. Chasing girls but I don't feel that way about girls at all, why do I like boys... I don't feel that I am 'sick' or 'perverted', I want to hear other people's stories... Make more friends, don't feel like life It's so lonely."

Shaotang's eyes became hot all of a sudden, and the guilt could only be buried deeper in his heart. He hugged his son tightly and kissed him for a long time...

A small incident of jealousy and awkwardness quickly calmed down.Every quarrel and quarrel seems to crush the two hearts with the strong feelings between each other, making the repressed and indescribable feelings in the bottom of the heart more sharpened, eye-catching, and deeply analyzed.The two went back to each place, and quietly held hands behind the bushes on the street after parting.

Afterwards, Shaotang actually received a call from Teacher Xiao. Xiao Yi was more of a mother-in-law, caring, and cared about Meng Xiaobei's recent situation.

Shaotang called and said that I found him and brought him home.

When Meng Xiaobei filled in the parents' information at school, he filled in his little father's phone number and pager number, no wonder Xiao Yi was able to find the rightful owner directly.

Xiao Yi said on the phone: "Xiaobei has a good father who cares about him so much and protects him, so he will be fine."

Shaotang is now familiar with this person, and snorted coldly: "Thank you, Mr. Xiao. Don't 'show the way' to Meng Xiaobei in the future. This kid dares to break into anything with a bright mind. I'm afraid I won't be able to hold him back. he!"

In January, it seems that the Chinese New Year is coming soon, and the Chinese New Year is early this year.Since the beginning of the year, the dormitory area of ​​the second factory has been booming. The cooperatives are rich in various new year goods such as tobacco, wine, fruit and cakes.The social atmosphere is becoming more and more open, and the aunts in the same building are all wearing flowery cotton coats, which are very fashionable.A small self-employed shop erected a subwoofer in a tree pit at the entrance of the store. Someone was singing outdoor karaoke. A man with his head on and wearing a jacket imitated Fei Yuqing while the crowd watched, "Snowflakes are fluttering and the north wind is howling—" ——The sky and the earth are boundless——A cut of winter plum blossoms——Standing proudly in the snow——Only for the fragrance of Yiren..."

Meng Xiaobei also went out with his grandparents, shopping for New Year's goods, preparing the family's New Year's Eve dinner and the "homecoming meal" of his daughter and uncle.Grandma walked all the way in front, bargaining and paying with a loud voice.Meng Xiaobei was behind, with a live chicken in his left hand and a bag of minced pork in his right, and a whole bag of garlic on his shoulder!

Meng Xiaobei asked: "Grandma, can I call Liangliang to our house for the New Year?"

Grandma Meng said, "What happened to him?"

Meng Xiaobei said: "Liangliang lives alone at home now. It's very deserted. His parents don't care about him. It's so pitiful to spend the New Year alone."

Grandma Meng has a generous and forthright personality, and said hurriedly, "Call me quickly, why don't I add a pair of chopsticks, Liangliang is not an outsider, is your good friend!"

Meng Xiaobei wanted to make a phone call at the cooperative.

Grandma Meng glared at him: "What are you calling? For ten cents per call, I can buy three cucumbers, or a large bundle of leeks! Go to his house by yourself!"

Meng Xiaobei wrinkled his face bitterly and acted like a spoiled child: "Grandma, you don't feel sorry for me! A dime can save me from traveling two miles, grandma, you are the step-grandmother, not my kiss!!"

Grandma Meng said with a grinning face, "Don't talk nonsense!... Hurry up!!"

Meng Xiaobei knew that his grandma was just such a person, sometimes she was very generous to others, and sometimes she was very stingy.His grandma doesn't mind her classmates coming to eat at home, adding more bowls and chopsticks, but usually she can't bear to turn on the faucet when using electricity and water.The faucet on the washbasin of their toilet is unscrewed a little all the year round, and a basin is used to connect it, and the remaining water is used to flush the toilet.

Meng Xiaobei said: "Grandma, are you tired? Drop by drop, when will the pot be filled? I think you are tired!"

Grandma Meng opened his hand: "Don't unscrew it, so that the dripping water meter won't slip."

Meng Xiaobei shouted: "You, this, this is not stealing water, stealing the country's water and electricity!"

Grandma Meng glared at him: "Nonsense, who stole it, the country's is not the common people's? It's so ugly..."

Meng Xiaobei went to Qi Liang's house to call for someone. Qi Liang's hair was disheveled and he crawled out of the bed in long johns and long clothes.

Qi Liang is still unwilling to go to Meng Xiaobei's house for the New Year.

Meng Xiaobei said, "Are your parents coming back for New Year's Eve?"

Qi Liang said indifferently: "Neither come back. My dad asked me to go to his new house to live together, and I'm not going to fuck his grandma who asked me to spend New Year with his new wife with a big belly!!! My mom asked me Go to her shop, I don't like to see her boyfriend, he's so cheap."

Meng Xiaobei: "Then don't be alone, go to our house, my little dad will come too!"

Qi Liang bit his lip and said for a while, "If I don't go, I'll sleep at home."

"No home, what's the festival?"

Qi Liang was talking to himself, his expression cold and withered.

Meng Xiaobei then came out from Qi Liang's house, with a few cassettes from Liang Liang's house still in the cotton monkey.The boy was still rough-hearted. Except for his little father, Meng Xiaobei was careless and careless towards everyone else, not too careless.He didn't spend more time with Qi Liang's family and spent more time taking care of his dear friend. He didn't expect that Qi Liang would do something big soon.

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Besides, Shaotang was very concerned about Meng Xiaobei going to the TV station to help people draw line drafts, and often asked about it on the phone.

Shaotang smiled and said, I am anxiously waiting to see you!You are my big baby, of course I am proud of your achievements.There is a color TV in my team, and I told the little soldiers in our team, wait and see the cartoons drawn by my son during the Spring Festival!

Meng Xiaobei was particularly unwilling to let Shaotang go out to meet everyone and said that he still couldn't understand the excitement of being a father.What's more, the program director who contacted him stopped answering his phone calls after meeting him several times and held several meetings. As soon as he heard his voice, he inferred that he was in a meeting or was busy with the Spring Festival program, and was helping to draw samples for cartoons. Just drag it down.Meng Xiaobei was originally enthusiastic, but after being poured with cold water, he gradually let it cool down. At home, he had accumulated hundreds of sketches in cardboard boxes on the bed, on the bookcase, and it was a pity that he could not publish the results.He really likes to paint, and there is a dent in the palm of his left hand, which is a "groove" left by his palette when he often sketches outside.There is a hard callus on the index finger and middle finger of his right hand, and it feels as rough as his grandma's hand that has worked all her life.Those are two thick skins that have been painted and colored with pens and pencils all the year round.

Meng Xiaobei once went back to the Academy of Fine Arts to attend classes. A group of students in a certain studio next door were working on sketches. In front of the podium, a whole row of original painting samples were held up with wooden easels. They were the front, side, half-side, and back of the main characters in the animation in a certain scene. The action demonstration diagram of the costume modeling diagram is very detailed.

Meng Xiaobei looked at the picture, the more he looked at it, the more familiar it became, and he was suddenly surprised.

He went in and asked, where did this group of samples come from?

The student said that we were rushing the program team to catch up with the tasks. The original picture was the final design finalized by the director and the color picture sample sent by the director.

Meng Xiaobei said, I drew the original picture.

Did you draw it?The team of behind-the-scenes painters present were all led by their department heads, negotiated prices, and took over jobs in large quantities.These students are equivalent to the technicians who manually copied the original pictures, drawing all the movements between the original pictures, and finally connecting them into an "animation" effect.A work team is a class, with dozens of people collectively drawing.Animation artwork is calculated in thousands.No one knew which number Meng Xiaobei was.

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With Meng Xiaobei's age and experience at that time, he had no experience in society, and he didn't know all kinds of dark boxes in the industry. He didn't know how to deal with this kind of thing.He sat on the curb by the street blowing the cold wind for half an hour, then called Liangliang to complain, and then he thought about it, boy, be more open-minded, forget it.He didn't even think about going to war and not forgiving.

Qi Liang's father didn't show up again either.Liangliang's father didn't know that director at all. He met him at the wine table of a certain big boss. He just handed over a business card. In business dealings, he only talked about benefits and didn't recognize acquaintances.Liangliang's father was very enthusiastic and forthright when he was doing the work, but when a cooperation dispute happened, Shenlong disappeared immediately. Can this person be expected to help Meng Xiaobei discuss justice?

The off-white office building of the TV station shone with the elegant luster of marble and stone in the sunlight, making it look heavy and elegant.The staff in the building come and go, and several interview vehicles are parked in the yard, with the Taiwan logo sprayed on the body.On this day, He Shaotang came to the staff restaurant downstairs of the TV station's office, holding the business card between his fingers, and asked the program director to talk directly in the restaurant.

There were people coming and going in the cafeteria, and the director was still holding a bowl of sweet and sour pork ribs with dried beans.

When Shaotang smelled the fragrance, he was not polite, and quickly raised his hand to point: "It's just right, I'm hungry too, don't eat it yet, get me a copy too!"

Shaotang came here in a military vehicle, wearing a pair of gold-rimmed toad glasses—the most fashionable frame style at that time—wearing a military police uniform with a badge on his chest, and a cowhide military belt in his hand. snap.

His son has no social experience, but he has.

When you come to this place, you need to wear an outfit that can scare people, otherwise they can talk to you honestly?This kind of unit department is just a group of social veterans who bully the weak and fear the strong, see the needles and see others.

The director saw He Shaotang's style of dressing, he was very polite and didn't dare to say anything, so he also made him a sweet and sour pork ribs.

The two ate ribs at the table.Shaotang wiped his fingers, opened the briefcase he was carrying, took out a few drafts, spread them out, pointed to the official design and Meng Xiaobei's sketches, and showed them plainly, "Director Zhang, these two pictures, You copied it from my son, right?"