Slag attack classification system

The delicious smell of food wafted from the kitchen. With a smile on the corner of her mouth, Mother Zhao brought up the plates one by one.

Tang Zhi stood up and wanted to help, but was pushed back to the seat by Zhao's mother, "You are a guest, so there is no reason to keep the guests busy." After she finished speaking, she turned to Zhao's father with a serious face, "Old Zhao, sit there again What about giving birth without moving?! Come and help!"

Zhao's father repeatedly said yes, and quickly rolled to the kitchen to help with chopsticks and spoons.

Zhao's mother looked at Tang Zhi and found it pleasing. As soon as it was served, she picked up a large piece of fish for Tang Zhi. Tang Zhi stood up and picked it up with a bowl, "Thank you, auntie."

Zhao Zhenhe knew that Tang Zhi didn't like to eat fish, and if he was not busy with sea fish, he wouldn't move his chopsticks, so he was about to help share a little, but Tang Zhi had finished eating in a blink of an eye.

Tang Zhi's eyes were bright under the light... The child must be in a good mood right now... Zhao Zhenhe heaved a sigh of relief.

Today was really full of ups and downs. Not only did I confess to my parents about the person I like, but I also let them meet with each other... There is no frivolity as imagined, and everything is actually quite enjoyable.

Zhao's father seemed a little awkward at first, but then gradually let go of his movements... What's so awkward, it's not that he's in a relationship, damn it...my son's dating a man is not breaking the law, so let it go!

As soon as Father Zhao let go, he started to drink with Tang Zhi. He took out the Wuliangye that Uncle Zhao brought him last time from the cabinet, and poured a full glass for himself and Tang Zhi.

"Zhenhe usually doesn't drink alcohol, uncle has been unable to find anyone to drink, this time he finally came to drink with me." Baijiu was poured into the glass, exuding a choking aroma.

"Dad, Tang Zhi doesn't drink..." Zhao Zhenhe didn't finish his sentence when Tang Zhi's hand under the table grabbed the corner of his clothes and pulled him lightly.

Everything is silent.

"I'll toast the first cup to my uncle and aunt." Tang Zhi stood up, looking dignified, "Thank you for giving birth to such a good him and letting me know him."

He raised his head and poured the spicy white wine down his throat, it spread like a fire all over his body, and his hands and feet were immediately warmed to the point of scalding.

Tang Zhi refilled the second cup by himself and raised it up, "The second cup is still for uncles and aunts. I really like Zhao Zhenhe. I'm sorry for taking him away from you."

After saying this, he drank it down again without any hesitation.

"The last cup..." Tang Zhi turned to Zhao Zhenhe, "Thank you for being willing to come closer to me."

Zhao Zhenhe was stunned and stared intently at Tang Zhi as he drank the third glass of white wine in one gulp.

"Okay!" Papa Zhao patted the table and drank half a cup, "I just like bold kids like you!"

After drinking this white wine, his temper has been tempered. Zhao's father said frankly, "Actually, I am just worried that our little crane will be looked down upon by the society and that he will be cheated. Now that I see you, uncle will tell you something." Sorry, you're a good boy...a good boy."

Zhao's father seemed to be a little drunk, but Tang Zhi's performance surprised Zhao Zhenhe. He didn't seem to be blushing or heart-beating. He drank three glasses of white wine and behaved politely, without being affected at all.

"Xiao Tang." Zhao's mother interrupted, "What do your parents do?" This seems to be a question that parents must ask at the dinner table.

"My father is in management, and my mother is in the art industry." Tang Zhi was very organized.

"Oh..." Zhao's mother nodded in satisfaction, she seems to be from a well-to-do family, and the car the child drove just now is not bad.

"Then when will the two of us meet?" Mother Zhao picked up a piece of pork ribs for Tang Zhi, "Let's have dinner together or something."

"Auntie..." Tang Zhi hesitated to speak, his hands under the table were clenched into fists, "My parents are gone, so we may not be able to see each other."

After Tang Zhi finished speaking, the whole dining table fell into a terrible silence. Zhao Zhenhe grabbed Tang Zhi's hand from under the table, his heart throbbing with pain.

"It's okay!" Dad Zhao yelled to break the silence, "We will be your parents from now on!"

Mother Zhao didn't say a word, she stood up and brought Tang Zhi a lot of food. Tang Zhi straightened up and thanked obediently.

During the second half of the meal, Zhao's parents and mothers deliberately avoided Tang Zhi's family problems, and the atmosphere gradually softened. Zhao Zhenhe held Tang Zhi's hand under the table and never let it go.

After eating, Zhao's mother pulled Tang Zhi into the kitchen, and took out a red envelope from her pocket, "Auntie will give a red envelope to any good boy who comes to Auntie's house. You take it back and buy something to eat and play." Zhao My mother actually feels sorry for Tang Zhi living alone, and it is estimated that life is not good.

Maybe the car is second-hand.

Tang Zhi accepted the red envelope and thanked him with a smile.

"Xiao Tang, Auntie forgot to ask you just now." Mother Zhao said, "What do you do?"

Tang Zhi replied honestly, "He started a company."

Mother Zhao: "..."

Now... can she get her red envelope back.

After lunch, Zhao's father and Zhao's mother went out for a walk, Zhao Zhenhe took Tang Zhi back to his room and let him sleep for a while before leaving.

It's not easy to be so sober after drinking so much.

Zhao Zhenhe sighed while closing the door of his own room. As soon as the door lock made a 'click', a wave of heat came from his back.

Tang Zhi trapped Zhao Zhenhe in his arms from behind with both hands, and put his mouth next to his ear, exhaling a warm smell of alcohol.

"Hahaha, Zhao Zhenhe, why do you have two heads?" Tang Zhi said in a naive tone, resting his chin on Zhao Zhenhe's hair and grinding, "What's the matter with you, why do you have so many heads? Hmm?"

Zhao Zhenhe: "..."

Very drunk.

Zhao Zhenhe pulled Tang Zhi onto the bed and covered him with a quilt, "You're drunk, you'd better sleep for a while."

"Then do you sleep?" Tang Zhi poked his head out from under the quilt, "I won't sleep if you don't sleep?"

"...I'll sleep." Zhao Zhenhe took off his clothes facing the corner of the wall, changed into pajamas, lifted the quilt and slept on Tang Zhi's right side.

During the whole process, Tang Zhi stared at Zhao Zhenhe with two bright eyes, like some kind of small animal.

Zhao Zhenhe thought it was cute, so he stretched out his hand and rubbed Tang Zhi's bangs, "Go to sleep."

"No..." Tang Zhi took Zhao Zhenhe's hand into his arms, "This is my hand, you are not allowed to take it away."

Zhao Zhenhe couldn't help but smile, "Okay, your hand."

Tang Zhi raised Zhao Zhenhe's hand, turned it over to look carefully at his palm prints, and traced it lightly with his fingers, "I see your palm reading..." Tang Zhi paused, "You are going to heaven .” He turned his head to look at Zhao Zhenhe, “Do you want to fly into the sky, shoulder to shoulder with the sun?”

Zhao Zhenhe: "..."

He felt that the current Tang Zhi was not as smart as his three-year-old nephew.

"Go to sleep..." Zhao Zhenhe tried to withdraw his hand, "Just squint for a while, or you will feel uncomfortable later."

"No!" Tang Zhi raised his voice, he snatched Zhao Zhenhe back, put it near his mouth, and kissed him several times. "mine."

Zhao Zhenhe's palms were almost numb from the kiss, his palms were attached to his whole body, and his heart was numb.

Tang Zhi seemed to be getting sleepy gradually. He used Zhao Zhenhe's hand as a quilt to cover his neck. Zhao Zhenhe's arm was already numb, but he raised the corners of his lips, and finally did not withdraw Tang Zhi's hand.

Tang Zhi's eyes were closed, and his eyelashes were long...Zhao Zhenhe leaned over to observe Tang Zhi's eyelashes, and couldn't help stretching out his fingers to touch them gently. They were so soft...the eyelashes were fine.

Zhao Zhenhe planted a kiss on the side of Tang Zhi's face, as soft and gentle as a feather.

"I love you." Zhao Zhenhe said very quietly, afraid of waking Tang Zhi up.

I love you.

My love for you is better than trivial things in life, better than the rules and regulations in the world, my love for you is never love at first sight, but accumulates like a snowball, until the avalanche in my world, the mountains and rivers are overturned.

I love you.

Love your innocence, love your fearlessness, can't stop, want to get closer to you every minute.

"I love you, Tang Zhi."

Zhao Zhenhe repeated it to Tang Zhi. He closed his eyes, relaxed his body and mind, and fell into a sweet dreamland amidst a wave of warmth.

While Zhao Zhenhe closed his eyes, Tang Zhi who had kept his eyes closed opened his eyes, staring straight at Zhao Zhenhe's profile.

I love you too...more than the entire universe.

Tang Zhi remembered that the first sentence he learned German in college was "Ichliebedich." (I love you.)

At that time, he silently recited it three times in his heart.

Ichliebedich.

Ichliebedich.

Ichliebedich.

Zhao Zhenhe.

Tang Zhi grabbed the hand in Zhao Zhenhe's arms and put it on his lips to kiss again, a warm sweetness flowed in his heart.

Five years of secret love seems to be a perfect ending, but he wants to ask for more... He wants Zhao Zhenhe to only have him in his eyes, so that Zhao Zhenhe and him can feel the same and cannot be separated.

Tang Zhi inserted his fingers into Zhao Zhenhe's hand, interlocking his fingers tightly and inseparably.

"I love you too."

A love that goes deep into the bones, a love that will never be separated, and a hand that will never let go.

Zhao Zhenhe opened his eyes after waking up, and found that Tang Zhi had already packed his clothes, and was sitting by the bed and looking at him.

"You're awake." Tang Zhi's tone seemed regretful.

"What's wrong?" Zhao Zhenhe tidied up the bed, "Any plans for this afternoon?"

"Yes." Tang Zhi helped Zhao Zhenhe tidy up the pillow, "I'm going to take you to a place this afternoon...Although you will definitely not like that place, you can refuse, I mean..." Tang Zhi was a little articulate clear.

Zhao Zhenhe saw the child like this for the first time, and patted him on the back, "Where are you going, I will definitely go."

"Go..." After a while of silence, Tang Zhi finally spoke again, "Go visit my dad."

Zhao Zhenhe's hands froze when tidying up the quilt.

Tang Zhi's father?Isn't it dead?