"Cultivating an Army" Wilder Army Dad

However, everyone came and lowered their posture. Seeing the pearl-like reflection in Zhile's big eyes, Baicheng finally nodded and said, "Sit down."

Baicheng wrote the examination in the room where Zhile was taught to read and write. Basically no one else came here, and he used it as an office. He'll hide here when he's in the "Baby Face's Training Performance Plan".The finished paper is stuffed into Zhile's pile of practice stickers, no one can see it, and it doesn't matter if Zhile sees it, it is definitely on his side anyway.

Of course, it is impossible for Zhile to have written the inspection. So far, his handwriting is still in a "shameful" state. Since this inspection will be archived by Zhao Bin, Baicheng decided to write it for him.

Zhi Le lay on the table, leaped over half of the square table, stretched her neck to see Bai Cheng write with her left hand: "Daddy, can you use both hands?"

"This is my unique skill." Baicheng began to panic again.

"I want to learn too."

"You can't learn."

"why?"

"Because I was originally left-handed, but later changed to right-handed."

Zhile was silent for a few seconds, and said, "Little Daddy, you are good or bad, you always lie."

These words greatly hurt Baicheng's heart. In his cognition, his image in Zhile's heart should be tall and perfect. How could this child call him "good or bad"! ?This is absolutely impossible!

After adding a few more "relaxed" items to the "Little Boyfriend's Friendly Training Program", Bai Chengcheng said firmly: "Don't talk nonsense, stay away from the little boy from now on."

"He didn't talk about you." Zhile looked at Baicheng with an uncomfortable posture, "I saw it myself, you didn't accept the fact that I am Ji at all."

As soon as Baicheng exerted force, the tip of the signature pen broke with a snap. He gritted his teeth and raised his head, saying, "What are you?"

"I'm Ki."

"You call it homosexuality. The word base is not good, so don't use it." Baicheng decided to practice bad boy, changed a pen and continued writing.

"Actually, it doesn't matter what word you use, it can't change the fact that I'm a different kind." Zhile folded her chin on the back of her hand, lying on her stomach like a bug, "Don't worry about it, little daddy."

"I don't care about this..." Baicheng looked up, closed his mouth again, and buried himself in writing the inspection.

Zhile waited for a while in boredom, then called out cautiously: "Little Daddy."

"what?"

"You're angry?"

Baicheng snorted indistinctly, he was not angry, but distressed, and besides distressed, he was also a little sour and unspeakably depressed.

"Little Daddy, don't be angry." Zhile crawled forward, touching the inspection with two bandaged hands, "I won't talk about these things in the future."

Baicheng snorted again, raised his eyelids and sneered: "Lying, you will say it again in the future."

Zhile was stunned for a moment, curled her lips: "Is it obvious?"

"Your lying skills are too low." Baicheng lowered his head again, "Tell me, who taught you this time?"

"No one." Zhile scratched the mottled tabletop with her fingers, "I just wanted to say it, but I was afraid you would get angry."

Baicheng swallowed a sigh, he didn't want to show his powerlessness and frustration in front of Zhile, although in fact, in this respect, the frustration and disappointment he felt was almost the deepest in his life.

"If you want to say something, come and tell me, don't just tell others."

"Ah."

There was silence in the room, only the slight rustling sound of Baicheng's pen nib moving on the paper.

Zhile carefully looked at Baicheng's face: in the deep sunken eye sockets, there was a faint light reflected in the pupils, like a well, trying to suck him in.The outline of the defeated city is very three-dimensional, fully up to the standard of cutting with a knife and an axe. It usually feels sharp during the day, but in this room with only one light bulb, the warm dim light leaks from the top, making his eyes The sharpness is hidden, like a soft oil painting.

"Daddy, you are so pretty."

Bai Cheng's pen paused for a second, then moved again: "What are you going to do?"

"I want to kiss you."

With a snap, the signature pen was photographed on the table, Baicheng raised his head, the corners of his mouth were pursed down, and heihuhu couldn't see the emotion clearly in his eyes.

Zhile shrank her head, retreated into the seat like a loach, lowered her head, and said nothing.

"Zhile."

Such an "official address" made Zhile's body stiff, and he straightened his back involuntarily, and raised his head and chest. This was the military imprint left on him by the recruit company for more than two months. Even if he didn't want to, his body reflexively did.

Baicheng was very satisfied with Zhile's reaction, and his voice softened a bit: "I have always regarded you as my son. I can tolerate many of your shortcomings, but you can't use this feeling to force me to do things I don't like, understand ?"

In the past, Baicheng felt that it was too early to tell Chiraku this "complicated matter", but now, he felt that Chiraku had enough ability to understand what he said.

Sure enough, Zhile nodded seriously, and said nervously: "Little Daddy, I won't do anything to make you unhappy."

Baicheng didn't speak, and carefully looked at the child in front of him.After eating and drinking enough, Zhile is no longer as thin and weak as before. She has grown taller, her eyebrows have opened, and the muscles exposed from the collar are strong and smooth. The expression in her eyes is no longer fear and panic, but calmness .At this moment, he is already a young man, having gone through wind and rain and setbacks, exuding a fortitude that ordinary children do not have.

Baicheng was very emotional for a while - the feeling of shaping a life with his own hands was so good that he couldn't help being a little intoxicated.However, after being intoxicated, what to do or what to do—he lowered his head and continued to "struggle" with that inspection.

An hour later, Baicheng finally finished Chiraku's inspection.During the whole process, Zhile just sat across from him, silent in a standard military posture, like a lifeless sculpture.This strange atmosphere is not rigid, but full of warmth and harmony. The "father and son" sit face to face, but they are both at ease and calm, not at all sad.

"Okay." Baicheng threw down his pen and handed the inspection to Zhile, "Recite!"

Zhile took the inspection and read it word by word. Baicheng's left-handed writing is really not very good, but it just meets his level.When he was muttering to himself, his chin was suddenly pinched by a big hand, a force turned his head to the side, and then, something warm fell on his cheek.

"Good son."

Zhile was stunned for a moment, Baicheng got up and left, and when he chased and turned his head, the door was empty.He sat back at the table, feeling as if he was in a dream, that kiss was like a touch of water, but it penetrated warmth into his heart.

Zhile couldn't help but smirked a few times, and carried the check on her back in satisfaction.