Tanmei Fairy Tales

"Shelette? Are you asleep?" I knocked on the door, but there was no sound.

I sighed and walked slowly down the attic.Maybe Shelles was really asleep, but it is hard to imagine Shelles sleeping as peacefully as usual after such a shocking event.No, even my bedtime story was rejected.

But I don't need to embarrass Shelley, just let that little bit of ambiguity flow in the relationship between the two of them, which is not salty or light, without revealing or bluntly, which is a mature way of dealing with things for an adult.I can only say that if there is anyone between the two of us who really has an unreasonable affection for each other, Shelles is by no means the only one.

Back in the bedroom, I took out the pipe I hadn’t used for a long time, lit it, took a deep breath, and began to think about things related to the scandal, thinking about the vicious logic behind those rumors.When the bright moon rose into the sky, and a nameless sparrow squeaked on the branch, flapping its wings and leaping into the deeper darkness, I made a decision.

Sometimes, the more you want to hide, the more people want to pry into your private life in every possible way; why not go into the light and under the spotlight calmly, maybe it can feed these people's bad taste.

Don't they love to feed on gossip?Then I'll just throw out a harmless sweet bait to satisfy your greed.What's the point of sacrificing my personal reputation as long as I can protect my boy?Anyway, where I can't see or hear, my image of a "social philanthropist" has already collapsed, and I don't know what it looks like to be maliciously smeared by those people.

So at breakfast, I said to Shellets, who bowed his head and just ate bread, "Hey little guy, get ready, I'll take you to pick out some clothes later, and I want to take you to a charity dinner tonight."

Shelleys stopped talking and looked up at me in disbelief, as if asking me silently: Can I go out to meet people?Don't I have to hide?

I raised my hand to wipe the butter from the corner of his mouth, and affirmed: "Yes, you heard me right. I want to tell everyone that you are my son. They have no reason to question the purity of your blood."

In front of the mirror, a snow-white lace-collared shirt covered Shellitz's thin but full of youthful and graceful body. The satin-like background made the boy's face even more rosy.He bit his lip and turned his head to avoid my sight.I smiled and put a warm little cashmere cloak over his shoulders.

"Sheletts, you are beautiful," I admired with all my heart.

A beam of starlight flashed in Shellets' eyes, as dazzling as a blue jewel.Neither of us talked about the paintings, but the starlight made me dizzy, and I even began to hope that the half of Charlene's vicious speculation that he loved me was true.

It was night, and I was standing at the meeting place where there was a lot of drinking and drinking, with Shelles in my arms.People kept amiable and kind smiles on their faces, and people kept greeting me with a glass of wine, and glanced at the boy standing beside me with stiff limbs and obvious embarrassment.I can even feel that there are malicious eyes lingering on him, and there are whispers with sneers ringing behind us.

I tightened my arms slightly, and sneaked into his ear: "Shelette, don't be afraid, raise your head and face them bravely. Remember, you are my son."

Shelleys picked up her timid gaze, glanced around hastily, and answered my request.I know my boy has worked hard and I'm afraid to pat him on the shoulder as a compliment.

"...So, today I want to clarify one thing. In front of God and in front of all my friends, I want to be honest about the mistakes I made when I was an ignorant teenager more than ten years ago," I tried my best. Straightening his back, standing in front of the stage without fear of everyone's suspicious eyes, he slowly stated a "fact" that was not true, "Yes, as you may have guessed, Shelleys is not my adopted son. ', but... my own son."

There was a commotion in the venue.I sneered in my heart, go be shocked, go talk, as long as you don't call my angel "the devil's son", it doesn't matter.

In the crowd, I felt a scorching gaze looking at me.I looked back intuitively, looked at Shelles, and nodded firmly and calmly.I hope Shelley can understand what I have done for him, and I hope that from now on, he will no longer feel inferior because he does not have a father.

I continued: "I was with a blonde lady at the time—oh, it's been many years, I won't repeat her name, after all, I was sorry for her, and this may have violated her privacy. In short, She is Shelley's biological mother, and despite the opposition of my family, I spent a while fooling around with such a 'misfit' young lady, before I was allowed to marry. At that time we all firmly believed that it was true love, Until the reality of helplessness separated us. For many years I blamed myself and dared not pursue any 'true love'. But Shelley was a gift from God, although until recently, I dared not face his existence .I put him in foster care for many years with my personal nurse Ms. Kathy - for God's sake thank Kathy, she is such a nice person, just to secretly watch my boy grow up when he was 15 years old This year, I finally decided to right my wrong. So, I implore you all to reacquaint yourself with—my son, Shelize Witkins!"

But just as I was passionately giving my boy a surname that had nothing to do with him, and raised my hand to direct everyone's eyes to look at him, he disappeared without my noticing.