sexual root

What's the matter with Sheng's father, my brother will not change, let alone that child is not my brother's child at all.You are not the Han Kaixiu I know at all, he will share his thoughts with his brother, he will hold him in his hands, and will not give anyone a chance... Unlike you, who only mocks himself here, is useless backbone……"

Pei Qingjun grabbed the excited Cheng Huan, dragged him into his arms and pressed him into the bed, "Keep down, don't wake up the child, and the village chief's family is going to sleep too!"

"Don't touch me, you are not good people, you are a nest of snakes and rats, you should sleep well together." Pushing him away, Cheng Huan didn't know what he was talking about.

Standing on the floor, Pei Qingjun was speechless and burst into tears.

The city gate caught fire and brought disaster to the fish pond. What is he guilty of?

Next door, separated by a wall.

It was very quiet, and everyone seemed to be sleeping soundly.

"Mom..." Dabao called in the dark.

The grassroots couldn't pretend anymore, the big treasure and the two treasures Nianyu sat on the bed and looked at him, the light of the mobile phone shone on their worried little faces.

"It's okay, go to sleep."

To appease the children, the grass roots sit quietly in the dark night, with a surging heart.

Husband, it turns out that you are so disturbed in your heart!

Xinggen Xingfu (Birth of a Son) Fanwaihan Kaixiu is jealous 3

The mountains in the early morning are shrouded in clouds and mist. Although it is summer, after several days of heavy rain, the temperature is obviously low. The village head came early and shouted in the yard, "It's a bit cold today, you need to wear more clothes..."

Grassroots has been away for many years, and I still remember everything here, especially the fickle temperature difference, so I prepared a coat for a rainy day.

Dabao and Erbao dressed themselves, sat obediently by the bed and waited, a row of cups and toothbrushes were neatly placed on the small table at one side.

Accustomed to flimsy summer clothes, Sanbao didn't want to wear a coat, so he writhed and yelled on the bed.

Grass root basically didn't sleep in the middle of the night. At this time, his eyes were red, and he lost a little patience in the midst of absent-mindedness. "Sambao, be good, if you make trouble again, Dad will come to clean you up."

The slightly trembling fleshy lump wanted to stand up, but was thrown into the quilt again by the grass roots, and his bare buttocks shook back and forth, "Mama..."

Feeling uncomfortable, Cao Gen threw the little coat on the bed, not in the mood to argue with him, and turned his back in a daze.

Nianyu brought in water and asked Dabao and Erbao to brush his teeth and wash his face first. The big noise made by the adults affected the two little ones.

"Silly Xiaoyu, why are you crying so early in the morning, brother washes your face and combs your hair..."

"Mom is upset, did Dad make Mom angry? Will Mom disappear..." Er Bao burst into tears, "We didn't make Mom sad, why is Dad so rude?"

Suppressing the soreness in his heart, he couldn't bear it, and turned his head to wipe away his tears, his body was trembling.

Not only Han Kaixiu, but even the children's hearts have never been at ease. The past injuries have left them with a shadow of distrust. He is by their side, but there is no way to give them any peace of mind...

The sadness was too strong, Sanbao gnawed a few paws in a dull way, and crawled to the grass roots, whining, "Horse... Ma Ma... Hug..."

With stinging eyes open, Caogen reached out to Erbao, "Come here, baby."

Erbao went over obediently, lying in the grass root's arms and crying, "Mom..."

Taking the comb in Nianyu's hand, Grassroots touched her long black hair distressedly, "From now on, I will comb the baby's hair every day until the baby grows up and gets married. Can I keep combing it? I'm stupid. If it hurts, say it, you are my lifeblood, I am reluctant to let you hurt a little..."

More tears dripped down, and a large area of ​​the little pink coat was quickly wet. Er Bao was sobbing and couldn't speak smoothly, "Mommy...Mama talk...you have to...you have to count..." Erbao Don't marry, stay with my mother... She cried so hard that she couldn't say the rest of the words.

Drop by drop of liquid hit the back of the hand, all the internal organs were twisted together, the grass root opened its mouth wide, and even breathing was painful, "...Forget it, mom swears..."

Nianyu picked up the three treasures who kept crying stupidly, his nose was so sore, "Han Che, go and see if Uncle Han and the others are up!" Logically speaking, it is impossible for them to be still. If he guessed correctly, I guess I'm listening now.

Dabao quietly wiped away his tears, "Mom listens to Dad, I'll go find Dad."

As soon as he opened the door, he bumped into the head of the village. Seeing a room full of people with red eyes, he was surprised, "What's the matter? Crying like this..."

"Mom... No, it's Dad. He hasn't come back for a long time. He was so happy to see his grandparents yesterday." Dabao spoke clearly, remembering Han Kaixiu's exhortation not to call his mother outside.

The village head nodded to show that he understood, and was about to say something when a duck voice sounded like a broken gong came out from behind him, "Grassroots are very filial, and they will never forget their parents, Nizhuwan, and even more... ...forgot about our relationship as husband and wife. Grassroots, am I right?"

The light in the room was dimmed, and a thick wall of flesh was blocked at the door. The woman ignored everyone, and laughed at the dazed Grassroots, "Grassroots, Dabao called you in his dreams last night, look at me early in the morning." Bring him here."

Under the strong pull of the woman, the skinny boy hit the threshold with his body, frowned and swallowed what he wanted to say.

"Damn you, call someone!" The woman's hand pinched the boy's waist hard.

His long bangs covered his eyes, and only his tightly pursed lips could be seen in the backlight.

"Dad..." he called in a low voice, his voice was like a mosquito.

Although the voice was small, it was still annoying, the woman smiled with satisfaction, "You and your father haven't seen each other for many years, hurry up and let him have a good look..."

"..." Grass root hurriedly got up, looking a little flustered, "Yesterday...yesterday...yesterday I already...have seen it."

You are useless, my mother said you are useless and unworthy of being my father.

Don't worry about me, you are not my father at all, you will only embarrass me if you are so useless.

……

Back then, when he was still a child, he clamored and refused to recognize Caogen as his father. When he heard him call Dad for the first time yesterday, Caogen really felt that it was an auditory hallucination.

The teenage boy has already grown up, and he can vaguely see the shadow of his childhood, except that his thin body is similar to that of a grass root, and his appearance and temperament are completely different from those of a grass root...

Caogen looked at the boy, and hugged Erbao in front of him.

"Baby, call me brother!"

The little girl's braids were half combed, and the other half was spread out to cover half of her face. Just half of her face was amazingly beautiful. The boy looked at her in a daze, and he heard her soft voice saying, "Baby There is a brother, he is not..."

The boy was expressionless, but he felt a strange sense of loss in his heart.

Sister... When he was young, he also wanted to have a sister, a sister who was like an angel.

Dabao ran over, "I am Dabao, and I am Xiaoyu's older brother."

The corners of the boy's lips were raised, with a hint of sarcasm, "I don't care too much!"

The woman's expression changed, "What nonsense are you talking about..."

"Okay, okay, please be quiet." The village chief hurriedly smoothed things over, "The grassroots just got up, and let him have some time to tidy up, let's not disturb him here, go out and wait..."

"village head……"

The village head gave the woman a hard look, "Why are you in such a hurry, what are you regretting now!"

The woman's eyes flickered, she hesitated to speak, looked at the grass roots, and then glanced at a few juicy children one by one, and pulled the boy out.

***

Xinggen Xingfu (Birth of a Son) Fanwaihan Kaixiu is jealous 4

The room was silent.

Han Kaixiu stood in front of the window, took the last puff, threw the cigarette butt under his feet and stomped it out, the smoke was blown out of the window with the wind, and the chill in the room became heavier and heavier.

Looking across the black stains of cigarette butts all over the place, Cheng Huan turned over and continued to sleep.

"Can you sleep?" Pei Qingjun got off the bed and put on his shoes.

Otherwise, what else... Cheng Huan closed his eyes and did not speak.

Han Kaixiu moved, he put out the cigarette he just lit, and walked to the door, Pei Qingjun asked, "Where are you going?"

"Open the door!" He smoked too hard, his voice was rough.

After about a few minutes, Nian Yu came over with the children, Han Kaixiu didn't ask anything, and silently hugged Three Treasures, "Is the baby hungry?"

Erbao shook his head and hugged his father's leg, "Dad, Erbao wants to go home!"

"I miss home too, I miss grandma..." Dabao raised his head and looked at his bearded father.

"Mama, Mama..." It was the first time that Sanbao put his arms around Han Kaixiu's neck so meekly.

"Okay, let's go home today!" Han Kaixiu said, "Pei Qingjun, call the driver and tell the driver to hurry up and prepare."

Cheng Huan sat up, "Where's brother?"

No sound can stop the wooden house, crying, pleading, comforting, sighing... the mixed syllables of various emotions are heard intermittently, and Han Kaixiu's body shakes violently as if he was hit by something Twice, almost fell to the ground.

"Dad—"

"Han Kaixiu──"

"Brother Kaixiu──"

Waving his hand, Han Kaixiu calmed down and cleared his mind, "Pack up your things, the weather forecast last night said that there will be heavy rain tonight, if we don't leave today, we will stay here for at least half a month, let's go now when the rain stops .”

Pei Qingjun was suspicious, so he came over to touch his forehead, "God, you have a high fever!"

The temperature was frighteningly high, and no one knew how long it had been burning. When they woke up, they saw him standing in front of the window, not moving.

Han Kaixiu was lying on the bed with a towel on his forehead, his breathing was short, but his complexion was pale.

Cheng Huan rubbed his hands, "I'll call my brother..."