Dreaming back to the 90s to help my dad catch a rival in love

Ning Xiaobei lifted his head from the steering wheel, his eyes were confused.

"Ah..."

He sneezed a little, and the coldness climbed up the fine hair on his arms and got into his neckline, reminding him that the season had changed.

From spring to early winter, time has passed and the world has changed, but it is only a moment of youth.

Come to think of it, after taking Fan Xia back to his home from the hospital in the afternoon, colleagues and leaders from Fan Xia's bureau came to visit him not long after sitting there.

I don't want to disturb him, so he drove home after saying hello to Uncle Zhao.

It might be because of the rain in the hospital in the afternoon, Ning Xiaobei felt extremely tired, and couldn't help dozing off when the car drove to the underground parking lot.

Yawning, Ning Xiaobei took out his phone and looked at it, only to find that it was already past seven o'clock in the evening.WeChat prompts a row of unread messages, except for the occasional two subscribed official accounts, all of which are Fan Xia.

Ning Xiaobei was about to reply to the message when suddenly a thought flashed through his mind.

Now that the relationship between Dad and Uncle Zhao has surfaced, if he calls Dad's phone number now, if someone answers, does it mean that he has completely succeeded?

Unable to hide the excitement in his heart, he flipped through several times and finally got Ning Jianguo's phone number out of the contact book, and pressed the dial button with a trembling thumb.

"Beep...beep...beep..."

Ning Xiaobei held his breath and listened to the waiting voice coming from the mobile phone. It was cold and mechanical, and he felt his heart was lifted to his throat by a silk thread.

"Beep...beep...beep..."

Covering his chest with one hand, sucking in his somewhat blocked nose, looking through the roof window at the various pipes surrounding the underground garage, his heart followed the pipes all the way to his own home upstairs.

Will there be a dad there?

"Hey……"

He heard a thick, old man's voice coming from the microphone.

"Old, Dad!"

Tears welled up.

He covered his mouth and yelled out the name that made him think about it day and night.

The elbow accidentally rubbed against the horn, making a loud noise.It disturbed the passers-by, but he had no time to take care of it.

Dad, Dad, he really came back to life, he succeeded, he really did it!

"Little Bei?"

The other party was silent for a while.

"What's wrong with you? I'm Uncle Zhao."

My heart sank suddenly.

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Opening the door, Ning Xiaobei roughly threw the key on the cabinet in the entrance, and walked towards the living room while taking off his coat.

When I passed by the bookshelf, I took a special look, and sure enough, the portrait of Ning Jianguo was still there.

Ning Xiaobei closed his eyes, his heart throbbing, the disappointment after the great joy drained the last of his energy.

He sat on the sofa for a long time, sighed, turned around and took out a bottle of red wine from the wine cabinet.

It was given to him when he entered Zhuo Yuhang's first year, and he specially chose the year of Ning Xiaobei's birth to express his importance.

Because of this bottle of wine, Ning Xiaobei once had feelings for his boss that he shouldn't have.Later, even though he knew that he was married, had a daughter, and was a straight man through and through, he still regarded this bottle of wine as an important gift.Even in order to keep it well, I spent a lot of money to buy a wine cabinet.

It doesn't matter now, it doesn't matter what year the wine is, whether it is Bordeaux or Burgundy, good wine is a waste if it is not drunk.

The red liquid was shaking in the crystal glass, Ning Xiaobei turned on the stereo, cut a few slices of cheese and the Parma ham bought at the imported supermarket as side dishes, and leaned on the chaise longue next to the sofa to drink one cup after another .

In this world, Ning Jianguo still hasn't come back to life. The reason why he called Uncle Zhao was because he had transferred the call—according to what Uncle Zhao said on the phone, he personally handled the business for the old couple.

Although he has no impression at all.

While chatting in Tongzilou in the afternoon, Fan Xia mentioned Zhao Jingwen's other two properties in Pudong and Hongqiao, and suggested that since his uncle no longer lives in a nursing home, he might as well move there.The new house is spacious, and the surrounding facilities are better than the Tongzilou.

This is exactly the same as in "Dream World", Zhao Jingwen even bought two sets of three bedrooms and two halls for investment after the business of the cheongsam shop boomed.

Zhao Jingwen was still unwilling, saying that he was used to living here, and he was unwilling to move the place, and wanted to let Fan Xia move it by himself.Fan Xia laughed and said that in a few days he would still move to the second bedroom to sleep in, and return the master bedroom to his uncle, and they would be the same as when they were children.

Uncle Zhao's spirit has obviously improved, his face is no longer sick, and he doesn't even use crutches anymore.It's outrageous to say that a man his age sleeps second.In Wang Yihong's original house, the original tenant refunded the rent, so it's better for Fan Xia to rent it out, and they can take care of them living upstairs and downstairs.Fan Xia said that's not bad, it's settled

Uncle and nephew gossiped, but they didn't know how excited Ning Xiaobei was listening to it.

The "real world" had indeed changed, for the better, it just wasn't enough for him.

After drinking a bottle, he felt it was not enough, so Ning Xiaobei opened the refrigerator and took out two more cans of beer, an old brand, Shanghai Libo.

Ever since he graduated and entered a foreign company, Ning Xiaobei was given beer by his colleagues and only drank imported craft beer.

This local Libo is what my father is used to drinking.Dad is not here, so it's good for him to come and have a taste.When Dad comes back, buy a box and put it at home.No, buy ten boxes as compensation.

The appetizers were finished, and I took out shredded squid and drunkard peanuts I bought at an unknown time.It should be the last time my father went to the supermarket to buy it. When he took it out of the recycle bag, a cash register receipt fell out. Counting the days, it was the day before Ning Jianguo's accident.

Seeing things and thinking about people, drinking and crying, no one saw anyway.

The relationship between father and uncle has been disclosed to them; the problems of welfare housing and house demolition have also been solved; even that kid Ding Zheyang has been transformed by him.

What the hell was wrong, what was the last piece of the puzzle that kept Dad from being resurrected.

Be puzzled.

Putting down the wine glass, Ning Xiaobei wiped away the remaining wine stains around his mouth with his fingertips, rubbed his aching temples, and walked to the bathroom with messy steps.

The body was immersed in a milky white, every pore was opened, Ning Xiaobei sighed comfortably, and closed his eyes.

From the fingertips to the toes, every nerve is surrounded by hot water, and it feels like returning to the mother's body.Unexamined, sinking, like the chaos that has not yet been enlightened, it is a rare confusion and freedom, allowing him to temporarily abandon the fatigue of constantly shuttling between the two worlds.

It didn't know when it started raining outside the window, pattering down on the small window sill facing west in the bathroom.There was a prickly pear on the window sill. It had been neglected by its owner for many days and had never been watered. It tried hard to open its shriveled flesh flaps, greedily absorbing the moisture in the air.

With his head up, his jet-black hair spread out beside the white porcelain, his face and body soaked in hot water turned as red as a shelled shrimp.What was even redder was the unconsciously opened lips, which looked like they had been rubbed with rouge, and had the color of water.

When Fan Xia took the apartment key from Zhao Jingwen and smelled the alcohol all the way from the living room to the bedroom, and from the bedroom to the bathroom, what he saw was the scene before him.

"Xiaobei..."

Standing at the door of the bathroom, his words were melted into a white mist of water, so dissolved that it was almost inaudible.

After hesitating for a while, Fan Xia walked into the bathroom and knelt by the bathtub, tentatively touching Ning Xiaobei's forehead with the back of his hand.

It was so hot that I didn't know which was hotter, my hands or my head.

"Xiaobei, get up...you have a fever, so you can't take a bath."

"Boss..."

He was a little crazy, with one hand on the edge of the bathtub, the other still resting on his cheek, smelling the aroma of wine wafting from his body, Fan Xia seemed to hear his own heavy breathing.

He felt that he should have said a lot.

For example, the phone call he made just now made my uncle very worried, so he asked him to visit.For example, after my colleagues left this afternoon, I kept sending him WeChat messages, asking him why he didn't answer, which made him very anxious.

Ning Xiaobei was finally woken up by all the ramblings, whether it was explaining or covering up.

Fan Xia looked at him half-closed his eyes, and looked at him with a half-smile, his eyes rolled hotter than hot water.

"So it was you that day..."

An inexplicable sentence.

"what?"

Fan Xia tilted his head slightly in bewilderment, but he was a bit cute as a boy.

Only Ning Xiaobei knew that in that rainy season, the flickering red lights, the excerpts of "Farewell to the Eighteen" came from the door, and the moldy peonies bloomed in the corner.

At sunset, the person who opened the door to wake me up, but didn't fully wake me up, turned out to be you.

You still blame me for not telling you for five years, but you were there that day.

The steaming moisture in the bathroom and the moisture on Fan Xia's body from the outside made him feel as if he had returned to the season when the plums were turning yellow, and returned to the Tuesday afternoon when the TV station was closed.

Two wet arms were lifted out of the water and wrapped around Fan Xia's neck, which was already completely sluggish. The back of the camel-colored wool coat suddenly turned dark brown.There were also large drops of water before they could be absorbed by the clothing, and fell on the silver-gray floor tiles and the uppers of the men's black leather shoes.

Boom, boom, boom, boom...it's the sound of a heartbeat.

Fan Xia's eyes widened, and after hesitating for less than three seconds, he grabbed Ning Xiaobei's chin and kissed him deeply.

He has always been a man whose body moves before his mind.Surviving several catastrophes in handling cases over the years is more or less relying on this intuition.

Originally, the chaotic mood that couldn't be sorted out in the past two months, after such a kiss, suddenly became bright and cheerful.

ah!So I like Ning Xiaobei!

Fan Xia finally knew what he was struggling with and suffering these days.

Only in him has such a feeling.

The strangeness at the first reunion, the second time I suddenly felt inexplicably familiar, and the third and fourth time, it seemed that every time we met, my feelings for him would change rapidly, even as long as I saw other people beside him It feels inexplicably obtrusive to walk around.

It is so, it is so...

He also finally knew what his uncle's disgusted and impatient attitude in the nursing home meant—the old man was so amazing, he had already noticed his intentions!

As if sensing his inattention, Ning Xiaobei bit the corner of his mouth forcefully.

Not to be outdone, Fan Xia pried open his lips and teeth, and paid back.

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"Xiao Bei has a fever... Well, there is medicine at home, I will let him take it first. I know that if the high fever persists, I will send him to the hospital. Uncle Nong, please rest first, and we will talk about it tomorrow. I will take good care of him. "

"I didn't take advantage of other people's danger! After all, the people's police are ready to attack? You have a little confidence in me. Oh, Xiaobei needs to drink water, so he hangs up first."

After pinching the phone, Fan Xia felt a little guilty.

Jiang is still old and hot, and my uncle really knows him very well.

He turned his face away to look at the camel hair coat that was thrown on the tiled floor of the living room. The wet color reminded him of how intense the kiss was, and almost half of him was immersed in the bathtub.

If he hadn't been concerned about Xiaobei's body, maybe he had really "taken advantage of others" just now.

He took a hot bath again, wiped his hair with Ning Xiaobei's towel, wore Ning Xiaobei's bathrobe, and walked barefoot on the lamb's wool cushion in Ning Xiaobei's bedroom. Fan Xia was like a lion patrolling the territory. After patrolling the bedroom, he found to his satisfaction that there was nothing belonging to the second man here, and everything only smelled of Xiao Bei.

I checked the bathroom just now, and there were only Xiaobei and Uncle Ning's toothbrushes and towels.The old-fashioned Chrysanthemum brand vertical pattern towels are still used besides Uncle Ning and only his uncle.

After Uncle Ning has been gone for so long, Xiaobei still can't let go of his things, which really makes people feel distressed.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, looking down at Ning Xiaobei who was sleeping with a pink face, Fan Xia had a satisfied face, like a big unreasonable black cat.

"Boss..."

Although he wasn't allowed to call him that, Fan Xia still couldn't help calling him that.

Everyone can call him Ning Xiaobei, only he can call him "Boss".

This is a title that belongs to him alone, from the age of 11 to now.

Fan Xia touched the corner of his bruised mouth eagerly, surprised by Ning Xiaobei's enthusiastic response.But he couldn't help worrying—he was so drunk, did he know that it was him who kissed him just now?Can he accept that it was a man who kissed him?If he wakes up tomorrow, will he beat me up?

Let's beat it, it's at least tomorrow's thing, at least not today.

Besides, he had been beaten by him a lot.

Fan Xia boldly got under the quilt, put his arms around Ning Xiaobei's shoulders, lowered his head and sniffed, he still smelled of alcohol, with a hint of sweetness.

He turned sideways, buried his head in his elbows, looked at Ning Xiaobei's sleeping face, and smirked unconsciously.

It doesn't matter what kind of man or woman he is, what he likes is Ning Xiaobei, the unique Ning Xiaobei in the world.

Uncle is right, whether he accepts it or not, let's chase after him first.Thick-skinned men have wives.

The men in the Ning family are soft-hearted, thin-skinned, and nostalgic for the past. His father is like this, and so is Xiaobei.

An evil star like uncle, I heard that he fought with Uncle Ning the first time we met, and was beaten to the ground, so I was so scared.

Even he can catch up with Uncle Ning, Fan Xia and the eldest brother are childhood sweethearts since they were young, and their love is stronger than gold, why can't they?

It's a pity that he reunited with him too late, wasting a few years in vain, now that he is middle-aged, he realizes that he was going around and around, so he was waiting for him.

"I wish I could have found out that I like you sooner."

Fan Xia leaned his head on Ning Xiaobei's shoulder, and couldn't help but recall his middle school years.

"If I'm given a chance to go back to the past... I must open up early."

The author has something to say:

I'm going to start writing the small pair

However, due to JJ's regulations, you can only fall in love if you go to college~~