embrace you through lies

It was a black and white photo, the effect was not intentional, but because of the age.The surrounding area of ​​the obviously torn photo has been smoothed. The person in the photo is young, even more immature than the current Ye Zining.Fang Lanqing recognized that this was Ah Ning's father.Ye Zining's head portrait with big eyes comes from here. Aning's father's eyes and mouth are both big, and he looks surprised. I don't know if it is a surprise.

Fang Lanqing looked at the photos over and over in his hand, and suddenly remembered that he had seen similar photos at home.When he saw Ye Zining's head before, he was just frightened, but when he saw this picture, he felt familiar.Now, what shocked him the most was that he had, had clearly seen this photo.

I can't think about it anymore, if I think about it again, my head will definitely explode.Fang Lanqing put the photo back carefully, then stroked Ye Zining's face in the frame, and said softly, "I'm sorry, Aning." He silently made up the bed, changed his clothes, took the keys and mobile phone, Cover the bedroom door.Although he was wearing thick socks on his feet, and although he knew that the two of them drank too much and might have done something exhausting, they would not be able to wake up for a while, but he still stood on tiptoe when passing the living room.The sound of closing the door was small, resembling the humble grievance in his heart.

Fang Lanqing turned up the collar of his coat, put his hands in his pockets, grabbed the cold keys and mobile phone, and walked towards home, his and his father's home.The weather in December is really cold.In the past, the two of them would be lazy occasionally, and when they went out to eat supper in the middle of the night, they would both wear thick coats. Ye Zining held Fang Lanqing tightly in his arms, so there was no cold wind blowing, so it was really warm.Now, Ye Zining hugged another person, sleeping soundly in the warm home.

As he walked, the cold wind blew, and almost slashed his face, causing pain, and he kept walking.He was wearing a woolen hat and forgot to wear a mask. The white air he exhaled was quickly dispersed by the roar of the north wind and disappeared.The street lamps stretched his figure longer and longer, but in such a winter night, no one would know even if he disappeared on this earth out of thin air.He is not an impulsive person, he is good, he loves his father.His dad has nothing but him.Uncle Zheng hasn't caught up with Dad yet, so it doesn't count.

At the door of the house, there was still a thin layer of sweat, and the heat was escaping from the collar of the coat, making it a little uncomfortable.In the past few months, he has eaten well, slept well, and will go to the gym with Ye Zining to exercise when he has time, and his health is much better.It took almost an hour to walk down, and I was not tired at all.When he opened the door, the heat from the house almost melted him, and the warmth that hit his face forced him to tears.

He took off his hat and coat, and walked on the floor still wearing thick socks.He saw a table of sumptuous dishes on the dining table, all of which he loved, but he hardly moved.There are several soda cans scattered on the table, as well as the red wine collected by Dad, half of which is missing.Although Dad said he didn't care, he still hoped that he would go home and celebrate his birthday with him.This is the first time since growing up, Fang Lanqing did not celebrate his birthday with his father.

Sitting at the table, Fang Lanqing picked up the red wine, poured out the bottom of a glass, and drank it in small sips.He didn't dare to drink too much, and he was also afraid that he would go crazy and make his father worry.Quietly pushing open the bedroom door, the scene in front of me looked very familiar, but it was extraordinarily warm.A warm yellow desk lamp was on at the head of the bed, and Uncle Zheng surrounded Dad from behind, burying his face behind Dad's back, and Dad curled up in Uncle Zheng's arms, looking very fragile.Fang Lanqing especially thanked Uncle Zheng for being able to accompany his father when he left home selfishly for his love.Although Uncle Zheng was willing, he was still very grateful.Fang Lanqing knew that Uncle Zheng really loved his father and treated him like a son, so he felt very guilty, and he always made people worry.

Still quietly closed the door, turned around and got into the study.Hidden behind the foreign language books on the highest shelf is Dad's photo album. There are not many photos of Dad in it, but Fang Lanqing's photos are more.Stepping on the stool, carefully took it down, squatted on the chair, and opened it impatiently.The large photos are almost all of Fang Lanqing's. From childhood to adulthood, they captured many lovely and warm moments of growing up.It was a very big and thick photo album. Fang Lanqing looked through it for a long time before he saw the original version of the photo in the corner of the second half of the book.

If you only look at Ye Zining's half of the picture, you can only see panic, but looking at the whole picture, it makes people feel sweet and youthful.In the photo, the young dad and Ah Ning's dad are both wearing white shirts, looking ridiculously good-looking.This picture is probably a selfie. Dad stretched out one hand and grabbed Papa Aning's shoulder with the other hand, kissing his cheek with his lips. Papa Aning's eyes were wide open.Fang Lanqing thought, after taking the photos, they would laugh and play, and then hug each other affectionately.

Fang Lanqing took the photos out of the album, wanting to take a closer look.The illumination of the light seems to show that there is something behind the photo. Turn it over and see a few lines of words.Line 20: I took a photo with Haobo today, he looked cute in surprise.On the second line, Haobo left me alone and left. I missed him very much.In the third line, Haobo really left and will never come back.In the fourth line, Ning'er looks very similar to Haobo, will he also leave Qing'er behind?The fifth line, Haobo, told Ning'er not to bully Qing'er.A line of block letters clearly belonged to Fang Pingyuan.It took more than [-] years for his handwriting to go from green to mature.The most recent one was obviously not long ago when his father took him home.As Fang Lanqing looked at it, tears began to fall, and kept falling.He covered his mouth tightly so as not to cry.

Over the years, my father has always been very cheerful, never showing anxiety or sadness in front of Fang Lanqing.His longing, his grievances, and his helplessness can only be chewed by himself, acting like a baby to the person who has passed away forever.Only now did Fang Lanqing realize that he didn't know his father at all.He can already understand the strange question that his father asked him at the beginning.Judging from the torn half of the photo, Ye Zining must have some kind of misunderstanding about the relationship between his father and his own father.So Ye Zining wanted to take revenge on his father by hurting himself.

That's probably it, Fang Lanqing figured it out.He is usually optimistic and cheerful, pretending to be innocent, no one can tell the truth.He still wanted to continue living with Ye Zining until Ye Zining was ready to leave him and take revenge, so he let him go and set him free.He didn't want Ye Zining to hate his father, what a good man his father was.He is willing to use himself to repay the debts that his father may have owed. After all, Ye Zining is the first person he fell in love with in this life, maybe the last person he fell in love with in this life.

Carefully put the photos in, then put the photo album back in place, and then restore the bookshelf to its original position.After finishing this, he looked at his watch. At 03:30 in the morning, he couldn't help but miss Ye Zining.Back in my bedroom, everything is well prepared: thick quilt, soft pillows, winter pajamas, and the hand warmer my father bought for him because his hands get cold from reading novels, the blue Doraemon A dream shape, very cute.Blue, blue, thinking of Ye Zining again from the blue.

Fang Lanqing took off his clothes and changed into pajamas and climbed into bed. Although it was winter night, the bed was dry and warm.Dad must have dried the quilt for him recently, just waiting for him to come back to live.Dad is really kind, Fang Lanqing fell asleep thinking of his dad's kindness soon.He was very tired tonight, tired from walking, and his heart was a little tired.The familiar environment makes him feel at ease, and he doesn't have to be afraid of waking up in a dream and seeing what he shouldn't see.

Due to the biological clock, Fang Lanqing woke up early the next morning.Stretching out of the room door, I saw Uncle Zheng coming out of his father's bedroom, closing the door gently, his careful look was really fun.Closed the door, turned around and saw him suddenly, almost screamed out.Fang Lanqing pressed his index finger to his lips, making a silent gesture.Zheng Zidi approached him and whispered, "Qing'er, when did you come back?" Fang Lanqing rubbed his eyes and smiled, "I came back last night. I didn't call you when you fell asleep." Zheng Zidi looked afraid Believe it, "A Yuan is drunk, we didn't fall asleep until two o'clock, what time did you come back?" The conversation changed, "Are you wronged again? Or don't go back again, so as not to make A Yuan Worry."

Fang Lanqing knew that he was worried about himself, and didn't mean to blame him, so he prevaricated, "I came back just after you fell asleep. How can I be wronged, I just miss my dad. This is the first time I don't Celebrating my birthday with my dad, I feel bad. A group of people made a scene in the middle of the night, Aning drank, and a friend happened to be nearby, so I asked him to bring it back for me. Really, nothing happened Ah." Then he leaned into Zheng Zidi's ear and said wretchedly, "I went to my father's bedroom to take a look, and guess what I saw? Do you think I should tell him?"

Zheng Zidi's face turned red all of a sudden, there is no way, although Uncle Zheng is nearly forty years old, he still has a kind and shy heart.Grab Fang Lanqing's shoulders with both hands and bring them into his arms, threatening him, "Don't tell A Yuan, just pretend nothing happened, you know? Be careful that I will abuse you in the future." Fang Lanqing snickered, how could you be willing? abuse me?It would be nice if you don't spoil me to heaven.Zheng Zidi treats him as much as Fang Pingyuan treats him.He is very happy, there are two people who love him.The relationship between his mother and his father had never been good before. Although they were kind to him, it still looked weird.Now, although Dad is awkward, his attitude towards Uncle Zheng has gradually softened, which is a good thing.It's great to finally see the loving elders.But what should he call his father's husband?This is a problem.But since this problem is too small, let's not consider it for the time being.

Fang Lanqing nodded with a smile, his face looked harmless to humans and animals, and the blue dark circles under his eyes made him look a little thin.After calling Zheng Zidi to wash up, he went into the kitchen to make breakfast. For so many years, he hadn't cooked breakfast for his father.His father is such a sweetheart, he should also know how to be grateful.He should have figured it out.

The author has something to say:

However, in this chapter, there is actually no particularly big progress, but it still has a relatively large effect on the series before and after.Please don't spray.

In the next chapter, I'm considering whether to let Ah Ning eat it, anyway, it's his person.

I don't know if I can write a hundred chapters.Hey.

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