After picking up the baby, my father and I became rivals

Song Wenzhi took Bai Xingyu back to the apartment. Along the way, he could clearly feel that Bai Xingyu was suppressing a wave of depression, and his whole body was tense and uncomfortable, but Bai Xingyu kept his mouth shut, and Song Wenzhi couldn't open his mouth either.

"Xiao Yu, please come in." Song Wenzhi opened the door and lit the lamp in the living room, then bent down to find slippers for Bai Xingyu in the shoe cabinet at the door.

"Wow, it's so warm."

Bai Xingyu stood at the entrance and looked around. After changing his slippers, he looked around.

Fresh fruits are placed on the Nordic-style tea table, and a bunch of stacked paper cranes are hung on the arched milky white flower board. Several family portraits on the simple high table behind the sofa come into view, a couple in black and white The ceramic cups are also neatly next to each other.

Song Wenzhi remembered that Zhang Yu said that he would open the windows to ventilate when he came back. He opened the window on the balcony, and a gust of breeze poured into the simple living room, saying: "It's okay, I've only lived here for more than a month, and this is the only thing we have here. thing."

"Not really, Brother Song." Bai Xingyu looked at a few changes of clothes hanging on the balcony, and the air was filled with the smell of lavender laundry detergent due to the wind.

He shook his head slightly, and said word by word: "Because you love each other, it feels like home wherever you go."

There is also a small guest room in the apartment, which was tidied up last night. Song Wenzhi first asked Bai Xingyu to go to the bathroom to change into pajamas. He took a brief look at the room, and after confirming that Bai Xingyu would sleep comfortably, he sat down on his buttocks. On a fluffy double bed.

He took out his phone and wanted to send Zhang Yu a vx, but he stayed on the chat interface this morning to remind him that even if Song Wenzhi sent a message, Zhang Yu would not see it.

Song Wenzhi pouted and sighed.Looking at the intimate photo of him and Zhang Yu in the background of the chat, Song Wenzhi lay on the bed with his head up.

He wanted to make a deal.

Song Wenzhi wanted to say that he had met a dog, but Zhang Yu was not by his side and could not protect him.

It's true, if you can't see or touch, Song Wenzhi also vowed to tell Zhang Yu not to miss him, but within a day, he himself was suffering from lovesickness here.

"Old pervert, leave as soon as you say." Song Wenzhi muttered unreasonably by himself, and sat up when he heard the sound of the bathroom door opening.

After Bai Xingyu changed his clothes, he planned to cook in the kitchen.

Song Wenzhi was not idle either, and helped Bai Xingyu from the sidelines: "This is a jar of salt, this is light soy sauce, and oyster sauce." As he spoke, Song Wenzhi took out two dishcloths of different colors and said: "The blue ones are for cleaning tables, and the pink ones are for cleaning dishes."

Bai Xingyu kept nodding, smiled and said to Song Wenzhi, "President Zhang usually cooks, but it seems that you know everything in the kitchen like the back of your hand."

"I really don't know how to cook." Song Wenzhi said with some embarrassment: "But I usually help Zhang Yu when he cooks, so I know what's in the kitchen and how to use it."

Hearing this, Bai Xingyu blinked lightly a few times, stared at the green rapeseed on the cabinet, and said slowly: "That's great."

Zhang Yu has already bought the melons, fruits, vegetables and meat to eat in advance, and put them all in the refrigerator, as long as they take them out, they can cook.

Bai Xingyu cooked sweet and sour pork ribs, stir-fried small rapeseed and shredded apples.

Song Wenzhi helped serve the meal, and after setting the table, Bai Xingyu went to the room Song Wenzhi had prepared for him, and asked Song Wenzhi to pour a glass of water.

"Wow, that looks delicious."

Song Wenzhi took out his mobile phone and planned to take a photo for Zhang Yu, and asked him to come back and take a look.Zhang Yu's cooking is delicious, but the appearance is not very good, not as good-looking as Bai Xingyu's cooking.

He took the phone and adjusted the filter, Song Wenzhi hadn't pressed the shutter yet, when he saw a white hand intruding into the camera, holding a medicine box in it.

Song Wenzhi raised his eyes, Bai Xingyu was already sitting opposite him, holding medicine for abdominal pain.

Bai Xingyu had to take this medicine three times a day to relieve his abdominal cramps, which were the sequelae of being marked after transformation and not being treated in time.

In fact, Song Wenzhi tended to check this medicine out of curiosity, and it is the only medicine for treating the sequelae of conversion disease, and it has many side effects.Otherwise, no matter how much Bai Xingyu takes care of his body, he won't be able to recover to his previous state.

Song Wenzhi lowered his eyelids, feeling a pang of sadness in his heart: "Little Yu, does he know?" Song Wenzhi saw that Bai Xingyu's hand holding the water glass shook visibly: "He knows that you have become like this before?"

"It's not necessary..." Bai Xingyu said lightly, his tone full of desolation.

He put the medicine into his mouth with one hand, gulped a mouthful of water, covered his mouth, and didn't move for a long time.

Bai Xingyu suddenly cried.

"Xiaoyu..." Song Wenzhi stood up in a huff.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..." Bai Xingyu cried, crying suppressedly and intensely. He lowered his head and covered his mouth, which still contained medicine and water, with his hands. , sloping down.

"Xiao Yu, you, you..." Song Wenzhi frantically took out a roll of paper, but couldn't do anything about Bai Xingyu's appearance.

The unstoppable water in Bai Xingyu's mouth stuck to his mouth, and the rest flowed into his neck and clothes, and finally fell to the floor.

Song Wenzhi couldn't tell whether the dripping liquid was water or the criss-crossing tears on Bai Xingyu's face.

Mixed with the sound of crying, it echoed in the living room and disintegrated in an instant.

"I don't blame him for being so woo-woo." Bai Xingyu shouted vaguely: "I also want to have a good talk with him, I feel that he is really not that heartless, but why do I mess up every time, Every time I have a bad relationship with him!"

Song Wenzhi knew that Bai Xingyu had been suppressed for too long these days, and his emotions had accumulated to a certain extent, and there would always be times of collapse.

The thin boy buried his head in tears, and Song Wenzhi could only see his violently shaking shoulders and curled up body, weeping uncontrollably.

"Xiao Yu, it's not your fault really." Song Wenzhi gritted his teeth, his eyes became clear and foggy, foggy and clear again, and said, "It's Tan Zihao the bastard."

Song Wenzhi couldn't understand some things Bai Xingyu said.But Song Wenzhi knew that what Bai Xingyu was talking about was not the matter between him and Tan Zihao, but the family matter.

Some unknown family affairs.Song Wenzhi always felt that Bai Xingyu and the Tan family were hiding something from Tan Zihao together, something that Tan Zihao could not say even if Tan Zihao hated Bai Xingyu even more.

In the end, Bai Xingyu didn't eat, went to the bathroom to wash his face, and then fell asleep.

Song Wenzhi put him on the bed, only to hear Bai Xingyu murmur: "What will Zihao do if he doesn't go home..." I don't know if he is talking to Song Wenzhi or he is talking to himself: " Mr. Tan is sick..."

"Xiaoyu? Xiaoyu?" After Bai Xingyu finished speaking, there was no movement for a while.Song Wenzhi tried to call his name, but the only response to Song Wenzhi was even breathing.

The food on the table was already cold, Song Wenzhi clumsily heated the food in the microwave, and simply filled his stomach by himself.

After tidying up the bowls and chopsticks, perhaps because of the impression of Bai Xingyu's emotions, Song Wenzhi felt a little lonely in his heart.He looked at the silent living room, only the ticking clock echoed him.

Song Wenzhi's cold is still not healed, but the symptoms have been relieved, so he doesn't need to drink ginger soup anymore.

Zhang Yu repeatedly told him to drink more hot water, and Song Wenzhi reached out to open the locker, wanting to take out the sterilized thermos bottle and drink hot water.

Suddenly a yellow sticky note fell on the ground, Song Wenzhi picked it up, and saw that it was written in neat and beautiful fonts [Drink more water, baby, the cold will get better soon]

Song Wenzhi chuckled, as if his heart had broken out of a cocoon and turned into a butterfly, a wave of warmth rippling in his heart.

He stared at the note for a few seconds, as if he had thought of something, he quickly got up and opened the side-by-side refrigerator, and sure enough, there were several neatly arranged boxes of fruits and vegetables inside.

Sure enough, there is also a sticky note on it [Take it out for half an hour and eat it, otherwise it will be too cold]

Song Wenzhi searched at home again, and sure enough, there were sticky notes left by Zhang Yu in the bathroom, bedroom, and balcony, each of which was a reminder of Song Wenzhi's concern.

[Remember to unplug the hair dryer after using it, baby, and remember to dry your hair after washing]

[Your eye mask is in the second drawer of the bedside table, will you sleep well without me? 】

[Remember to close the window before going to bed, or you will have a headache when you wake up!I haven't shielded you from the wind for the past few days! 】

Song Wenzhi laughed hoarsely. He looked at the sticky notes one by one, and then put them all back intact.

No wonder Song Wenzhi felt in a daze last night that Zhang Yu had been out of bed for a long time, so he had prepared so many notes.

"What are you doing? I'm already a father. Can't I take care of myself?"

Song Wenzhi complained softly, but the arc of the corner of his mouth kept rising, his heart was as sweet as candied fruit.

He couldn't do without Zhang Yu more and more.

……

"Xiao Zhi! Xiao Zhi!"

"Here we come!" Song Wenzhi had just finished his breakfast. He was wearing a dark blue school uniform, and when he heard Zhang Yu's voice outside the door, he picked up his schoolbag and was about to open the door.

"Zhizhi." Father Song sat on the sofa holding a teacup and stopped Song Wenzhi.

Song Wenzhi paused, turned his head and said, "What's wrong, Dad."

Father Song didn't even look back, and shook off the newspaper in his hand: "You forgot your school card."

Song Wenzhi let out a groan before picking up the school badge on the shoe cabinet, on which was printed in gold letters on a blue background [XX City No. 5 Middle School, Class Three ([-]), Song Wenzhi]

"Dad, I'm going to school!" Song Wenzhi opened the door and saw Zhang Yu standing at the door alone.

Zhang Yu Junyi's face is a little green, but it can't stop his perfect facial features, and his hair is just right without any excess. The fat school uniform on Zhang Yu's body also makes him look tall and long. .

Song Wenzhi's face turned red, apparently Zhang Yushuai had noticed him.

"Let's go." Seeing Song Wenzhi's red ears hidden in his hair, Zhang Yu couldn't help but chuckle. He raised his hand and turned the keychain in his hand, and pulled Song Wenzhi's wrist: "Do you want to ride on my bicycle?" seat?"

"What are you sitting on?"

Before Song Wenzhi could speak, he suddenly felt a wall of flesh behind him.

Turning around, Father Song had a sullen face, holding a teacup in his left hand and a newspaper in his right hand, staring down at Zhang Yu.

That look seemed to say, what kind of pig is this pushing my cabbage?

[The author has something to say: Song Wenzhi has it, but Bai Xingyu is out of reach, hey]