Mr. Rebirth hold hands

When Qin Huanlang woke up, he touched something warm first, and he tilted his head.Seeing Yang Yang lying beside his bed, half of his body threw himself on the bed, his buttocks sat on the ground, leaning on two big pillows.The pose is a little twisted.

He didn't sleep well, his brows were frowning, he felt the hands he was holding, and immediately rubbed his hands up and down, muttered something in his mouth, rubbed his face against the sheets, and went back to sleep.

The air conditioner was turned on a bit high, the curtains were not drawn, and the snow was flying outside the window.

When Qin Huanlang got up together, Yang Yang woke up with a start, with traces of bed sheet marks on his face, rubbing his eyes with one hand and shaking Qin Huanlang's hand with the other.

"Are you awake? Are you hungry? Mrs. Chen cooks many kinds of food, which are very delicious."

Qin Huanlang suddenly turned sideways, knelt on the bed, pulled Yang Yang into his arms, and buried his head on his shoulder.

Yang Yang was startled, Qin Huanlang hugged him, his breathing was still a little urgent, the breath from his neck was a little itchy.

Yang Yang slowly stretched out his arms to hug Qin Huanlang.

The last time I was hugged tightly was when I got into a car accident... right?

And when I was younger and more distant, I should also be cherished, loved and cared for by my parents.

"It's alright, it's alright."

Patting Qin Huanlang's back rhythmically with both hands, Yang Yang comforted him softly. Qin Huanlang hugged him, and his breathing gradually calmed down from his shortness of breath.

"Several times..."

"what?"

"Baa boy, aren't you afraid of me? I'm a...crazy." Qin Huanlang rested his head on Yang Yang's shoulder, almost wrapping his body around Yang Yang.

Putting his hand lightly on Yang Yang's waist, Qin Huanlang spread out his right hand, and there were still shallow scars on his fingers.He squeezed it hard, as if the wound had burst open again, and his hands were covered with blood.

Yang Yang felt an indescribable sadness, he could only comfort Qin Huanlang helplessly in his own way.

"You didn't hurt me, and... I'm smaller than you! If you want to hit me, I won't run away!"

Qin Huanlang was stunned for a moment, hugged Yang Yang even tighter, and then laughed in a muffled voice. The laughter became louder and louder, attracting Wei Fuming and Mr. Qin to come.

"You are right, if one day I want to hurt you, you should run away, far away."

Touching Yang Yang's cheek, Qin Huanlang smiled desperately, Wei Fuming's expression changed, and he walked forward quickly, Yang Yang moved faster than him, directly held Qin Huanlang's hand, and said seriously: "Definitely run, we I wouldn't be foolish enough to wait for you to fight. Otherwise, when you wake up, you will be so uncomfortable."

Yang Yang stretched out his right hand and patted Qin Huanlang's head, like soothing an anxious wolf.

"You only hurt yourself now, so don't look like you want to cry but can't cry. Look, I'm fine, and the archangel and grandpa are fine. Look at us."

Qin Huanlang's gaze gathered little by little, staring at Yang Yang with a serious face, and then fell on Wei Fuming behind him, looked at him for a while, then looked at Mr. Qin at the door, and sighed.

"Sorry, Grandpa, I seem to be out of control again..."

Let go of Yang Yang, Qin Huanlang sat on the bed, Wei Fuming checked his breathing with a stethoscope, and looked into his eyes.

Yang Yang climbed out of bed and searched for the slippers that he had thrown out all over the floor. When he turned around, he saw Wei Fuming rolling Qin Huanlang's eyes, asking something in a low voice, then took out a pocket watch and put it by Qin Huanlang's ear. Pat Qin Huanlang's back rhythmically, adjusting his breathing.

Staring at people while putting on his shoes, Yang Yang was very worried.

For some reason last night, Qin Huanlang suffered from apnea while holding him, almost frightened him to death.

Qin Huanlang's whole body convulsed, his throat made a "ho ho" sound, as if he was being strangled by an invisible hand, his face was flushed, Yang Yang burst into tears, he was anxious and afraid, "Amitabha Hallelujah "Shouted indiscriminately.

After Wei Fuming arrived, he directly performed CPR on Qin Huanlang, counted down to 321 in English by his ear, put a pocket watch by his ear, and spoke with a strange rhythmic accent.

Amidst the ticking of the pocket watch and Wei Fuming's singing, Qin Huanlang grunted, began to breathe slowly, and gradually calmed down.

During the whole process, he held Yang Yang's hand tightly and did not let go. Yang Yang wiped away his tears and lay on the bedside to accompany Qin Huanlang all night.

Seeing that Qin Huanlang gradually calmed down, Yang Yang slipped out of the room, brushed his teeth and wiped his face, and ran downstairs, rushed into the kitchen, picked up the rice bowl, and ate so fast that he almost choked, and quickly drank a mouthful of soup.

After filling a bowl of pumpkin and millet porridge, taking two fluffy steamed buns, and pouring a glass of milk, Yang Yang took the plate out of the kitchen, and Qin Huanlang was already sitting at the dining table.

"Look! There is also lean meat porridge! You want to eat salty ones, but I also have secret pickled peppers! It's just a little spicy, eat two, and sweat will break out if you're not used to spicy food!"

With his hands behind his back, Yang Yang looked proud. He couldn't see how he was frightened last night at all, and he didn't have any other changes in his attitude towards Qin Huanlang.

Qin Huanlang held the spoon and looked at Yang Yang, his amber eyes remained motionless, and then there was a trace of tenderness.

"I'll eat this, but I also want pickled peppers."

"Then you have to eat some porridge first! I'll get it."

Ci Liu rushed back to the kitchen, took out a few pickled peppers from the small jar, Yang Yang swallowed, took out a few more, stuffed one into his mouth and started chewing.

The sauce-flavored millet pepper soaked for a year was sour, crispy, and spicy. Yang Yang took a breath and put the small bowl in front of Qin Huanlang. He picked one up with chopsticks and put it in his mouth.

After Qin Huanlang finished his breakfast, he picked up a millet pepper and put it in his mouth. Yang Yang looked at him happily.

The Great Demon King looked at Yang Yang expressionlessly, and grinned.Yang Yang was furious.

"Don't you think it's spicy?"

"Fortunately."

Qin Huanlang drank all the milk in one go without raising his eyelids.Yang Yang rolled his eyes, smiled and moved closer to Qin Huanlang's ear.

"Hey, your ears are red!"

The warm breath sprayed around the ears and neck, and smelled a scent of milk in the nostrils. Qin Huanlang trembled, and he raised his hands to cover his ears, his face turned red instantly, and he looked at Yang Yang in horror, making him full of tears. face puzzled.

"what happened?"

It was rare for Yang Yang to see Qin Huanlang blushing, and wished he had a camera in his hand to take pictures and keep them as souvenirs.

Qin Huanlang shook his left hand, and the tablecloth covered his lower body.

Yang Yang was still "cheating" and laughing, with a heartless expression on his face, Qin Huanlang's face was darkened, and he turned to look at Wei Fuming with a begging expression on his face.

Wei Fuming stared round his eyes, looked at Yang Yang who was wandering around Qin Huanlang, then looked at Qin Huanlang, and coughed.

"Yang, your homework."

Yang Yang snorted, and looked at Qin Huanlang worriedly. Under his gaze, the other party was rarely shy and... docile.

Wei Fuming saw through Yang Yang's worry, walked directly in front of Qin Huanlang, and patted Yang Yang on the shoulder: "It's okay, Yang, trust me."

Yang Yang nodded, and stretched out his hand to hold Qin Huanlang, who froze, then relaxed again.

"Don't be afraid, we are here."

Yang Yang said something in a low voice, and went upstairs with the millet pepper.

Sitting next to Qin Huanlang, Wei Fuming's eyes were full of worry: "Lang, you?"

Seeing the child disappear at the end of the corridor, Qin Huanlang lifted the tablecloth. Although he was wearing looser pants, he could still see a bulging crotch, which made him extremely embarrassed.

"I'll go to the bathroom first."

After that, he got up and hurried into the bathroom, leaving Wei Fuming to sit on the chair and think alone.

More than half an hour later, Qin Huanlang came out of the bathroom with a red face and wet hands.

Wei Fuming sat by the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at him with a smile. The soft cushions on the small chair had been set up, and the boiling water was rolling in the teapot with the tea leaves, and the fragrance gradually wafted into the air.

"Lang, can you tell me what happened last night?"

After pouring a cup of tea and handing the cup to Qin Huanlang, Wei Fuming spoke softly.

Sitting on the chair, Qin Huanlang was holding the teacup, his eyes became distracted for a while, and then became concentrated again.In the mist, he opened his mouth softly.

"Someone gave my parents my phone number and my mother called me - sorry, gaffe."

"Did your mother ask anything?"

Wei Fuming sighed inwardly, and continued to guide gently.

"She said...she hopes to see me go to New Year's greetings this year, and I will have a younger brother soon. I want to be a brother who loves my younger brother——"

Qin Huanlang put down his teacup, looked at his hands, and showed a distorted smile on his face: "Love? Does she want to see how I go crazy and strangle her son to death? Disgusting people."

Wei Fuming closed his eyes, his good self-cultivation allowed him to maintain a calm face: "Then dear, why did you react so strongly last night?"

"And my father, asking me where I went to school."

Qin Huanlang lifted Erlang's feet, the smile on his face disappeared, and he leaned back on the chair: "After so many years, I finally thought of asking about my studies—it's a pity that I didn't study two years ago—you are really good parents."

Slowly put his left hand on his neck, Qin Huanlang spoke calmly and expressionlessly: "Then, I accidentally saw him——I was strangled by my mother and said why don't you die, and I was slapped by my father Fanned and rolled down the stairs - but a person who shouldn't exist, who deserves to die a long time ago -"

"Lon."

Wei Fuming interrupted Qin Huanlang, and was about to take out his pocket watch, Qin Huanlang held his forehead and laughed: "At that time, I felt that my forehead was so painful that I couldn't breathe again, and then the child ran in - you are wondering why I would want to Did you find him? He held my hand. In the hallucination, my parents didn’t want me, and I was alone. He cried and hugged me. I don’t want to let go of such warmth.”

Qin Huanlang suddenly sat up straight, staring straight at Wei Fuming: "Just now, he whispered in my ear, and I got an erection. What does this mean, uncle, can you tell me? Know this In spite of this, will you still support me in finding a child and putting the child by my side?"

Wei Fuming's face revealed an incredulous expression, Qin Huanlang stared straight at him, and he couldn't keep the expression on his face for a moment.

"Lang, you just..."

"Cousin, tell me that I am needed. Even if my parents abandon me, there is always a person in this world who trusts and attaches wholeheartedly, who will only care about me in the end, who will accompany me for the rest of my life. I will also Met—then, is it him?"

Wei Fuming swallowed, and the hairs all over his body stood on end.At this moment, Qin Huanlang is like a lone wolf with fangs and claws exposed, full of determination, if he is not careful, both sides will suffer...

"Lang, I'm so glad you're going to ask me for ideas, Yang is a very sweet kid - honey, you know what I mean, he's still a kid, isn't he? So, give yourself time , but also give him time, if you really love him, give him a chance to choose."

After Wei Fuming finished speaking for a while, he felt that the threat he felt around him slowly dissipated. Qin Huanlang's body softened, and he leaned back on the chair, murmuring alone.

"This is love... Yes, he doesn't know anything yet, he doesn't understand anything, time is the test..."

Gently exhaling, Wei Fuming looked worriedly at Qin Huanlang who had calmed down, and lowered his head to record in his notebook:

The disease relapsed, and the initial guidance failed.Self-directed success, results to be determined.