After being reborn, it becomes a beautiful crying bag

In the dead of night, the soft and wide double bed is like a sudden wave, the quilt is suddenly rolled up and lifted, the slender white and thin arms are like branches waving in the wind, and the suppressed weeping sound is like a flood breaking a bank.

Jiang Zetong opened his eyes immediately. He went to look for Jiang Bao immediately, and when he touched the warm liquid in his hand, he became sober.

He stretched out his arms to turn on the bedside lamp, and the soft light illuminated the situation on the bed. Jiang Bao's face was wet, whether it was sweat or tears, his hair was messy and sticking to his cheeks, his brows were tightly frowned, and he was clutching the quilt with his fingers. Hard to pale.

Jiang Zetong panicked for a moment, but immediately calmed down again. He leaned down and patted Jiang Bao's cheek, hoping to wake him up quickly and escape from the terrible dream.

But Jiang Bao seemed to be completely immersed in his dream, ignoring Jiang Zetong at all, he thought for a while, picked up Jiang Bao and hugged him tightly in his arms.

The distressing muffled crying stopped immediately.

Jiang Ze made up his mind for a while, and looked at Jiang Bao anxiously, sweeping his tightly closed eyes and tightly pursed mouth one by one.

Jiang Bao's fingers that used to paint grasped everything he could grasp. Jiang Zetong glanced at Jiang Bao's hand that had thrown away the quilt and changed to grabbing his lapel. As if he had received encouragement, he kept calling Jiang Bao's name.

"Good baby, wake up! Good baby, Jiang Bao."

While calling Jiang Bao, Jiang Zetong kissed his sweaty forehead.

Just calling out his name didn't work, so Jiang Zetong got up, clamping the soft flesh on Jiang Bao's cheek with two fingers and exerting a little force.

"Wake up, Baby Jiang."

"Don't be afraid, brother is here, baby, don't be afraid of anything."

Jiang Zetong coaxed tirelessly, and gradually, although he was still awake, his brows loosened.

He coaxed Jiang Bao, completely unaware of the speed of time passing. When Jiang Bao calmed down completely and fell into a deep sleep again, the hour hand had already passed one frame.

Jiang Zetong moved his stiff neck. His arms were numb and his back was slightly sore. Feeling the two heartbeats in his arms that gradually synchronized, he tried to slowly put him back on the bed.

Fortunately, Jiang Bao just hummed twice during the whole process, Jiang Zetong let out a long sigh of relief, took a wet towel and wiped Jiang Bao's sweat and tears, and stood by for an unknown amount of time, until a line of silver appeared in the sky, Jiang Zetong finally Close your dry eyes.

The bedside lamp stayed on for the rest of the night.

The next day, Jiang Bao was woken up by the noises in the next door and in the corridor, and the young people who recovered their energy were ready to start the next carnival.

He rolled his sore eyes, each time it was like restarting a dry and rusty machine, and the swollen eyelids also told the unusualness of last night.

The weak and even breath was in his ears, blowing the soft hair, making him itchy.

Jiang Bao turned his head slightly, watching Jiang Zetong.

The forgotten nightmare gradually revived, and Jiang Bao couldn't help throwing himself into Jiang Zetong's arms, grabbing the clothes on the back of the man's neck, trying to push himself into a safe place.

He obviously hasn't had this dream for a long time...

The scene full of blood was like a sea of ​​blood, Jiang Bao struggled in it but couldn't swim to the other side, and the only god and Buddha who could cross him could only watch it fall.

Jiang Bao's hand gripped tighter and tighter. Just as Jiang Zetong was awakened by the movement in his arms, he had no choice but to tilt his head back. He quickly grabbed Jiang Bao's arm.

Jiang Zetong coughed twice physiologically, "If you push harder, your brother will die."

"Don't be afraid, dreams are all reversed. Look at the sun today. If you take a photo, all the bad luck will be gone." Jiang Zetong put down Jiang Bao's arm, stuffed it into the quilt and wrapped it together. I can recite it smoothly.

Like smoothing the fur of a cat, Jiang Zetong was proficient, and Jiang Bao's trembling body gradually calmed down.

A voice as thin as a kitten came from Jiang Zetong's chest.

"Brother, the nightmare is too realistic, I can't help it, I'm afraid."

Jiang Bao was least afraid of losing face and losing his composure in front of Jiang Zetong. He was too dependent on the other party. After this nightmare, his dependence on Jiang Zetong increased day by day.

At this time, it was not enough for Jiang Bao to curl up on the wide bed, but he had to hide in Jiang Zetong's arms. He didn't know whether to close his eyes tightly or open them.

Closed tightly, the sun made the eyelids orange-red.

Opening it, Jiang Zetong's concerned eyes made him feel distressed. He couldn't help the result that he couldn't rescue Jiang Zetong in his dream. To Jiang Bao, escaping became an unwise approach.

"Then how can I be a good baby so that I don't get scared?" Jiang Zetong's voice was soft and gentle, like coaxing a child.

With the sound of his ending, the air became quiet again, and the breathing sounds of the two appeared intertwined. Just when Jiang Zetong thought that Jiang Bao would not speak again, Jiang Bao's familiar voice said word by word, " It would be good if you just stay with me, brother."

This is not the first time this problem has arisen, but until now there is no clear solution. It is not clear whether the two of them deliberately ignored it or did not care.

"I've been with you all the time."

Jiang Zetong's answer poured into Jiang Bao's eardrum along with the powerful heartbeat in his chest.

Like a good medicine, Jiang Bao's uneasiness in his heart was dispelled by a little bit.

The two of them were not very hungry, even if they were hungry, Jiang Bao didn't want to get up, he hugged Jiang Zetong and nestled on the bed, until the sound outside the room gradually disappeared, Jiang Bao had the strength to get up.

He went into the bathroom, and Jiang Zetong got up.

This time, Jiang Zetong really realized that Jiang Bao was sick, not simply having nightmares, not simply being possessive.

The paranoia of last night and this morning was vividly reflected in Jiang Bao's actions and words.

"I need to see a psychiatrist."

He muttered about opening the suitcase and getting ready the clothes Jiang Bao was going to wear today. He quickly put on a sweater and went out to see what to eat.

The downstairs kitchen was in chaos. Zhang Kewen said that he left first and the message was still lying in the dialog box. Other friends also left the villa in twos and threes for the holidays. He and Jiang Bao were the only two left in the big room.

Taking out some noodles left in the refrigerator, Jiang Zetong picked a handful of small green vegetables and threw them into the pot to cook together.

When Jiang Bao came downstairs, Jiang Zetong just brought the noodles to the table.

"Let's have a couple of bites first, don't starve your stomach, we'll pack it up later, and we'll go out to eat again."

"Brother!" Jiang Bao's voice was a little flustered. He thought Jiang Zetong had disappeared, so he didn't care about any food the first time he went downstairs, but hugged Jiang Zetong from behind.

Sweet caramel curls, still untouched, hung in the center of his forehead with a few stray locks.

"What's the rush, my brother is here, be good, go eat noodles first, I have to wash up."

Jiang Zetong pushed Jiang Bao to the seat and sat down. Seeing that the latter was just dumbfounded and made no other movements, he went upstairs with confidence.

Jiang Bao's eyes followed Jiang Zetong and disappeared around the corner. He held back the tears that quickly gathered in his eyes, and wiped them with his sleeve, not letting them drip into his noodles.

Jiang Bao was always thinking about Jiang Bao in his heart, and Jiang Zetong didn't pack it for a long time. He directly took off the suitcases of the two of them, and when the driver arrived later, he didn't have to run again.

When he came down, Jiang Bao was still eating noodles, his well-behaved appearance was heart-warming, and Jiang Ze felt distressed in the same way, and the heartbeat that had been restrained for a long time became clearer.

Unable to restrain himself, his voice became much gentler and deeper, "Baby, are you ready to eat?"

"Hmm! Brother, have you eaten yet?" Jiang Bao asked back.

Jiang Zetong tasted two chopsticks when the noodles were out of the pot, and his stomach was still comfortable. He didn't hide it from Jiang Bao, and told the truth.

Knowing that Jiang Zetong had already eaten, Jiang Bao was not polite, and stopped eating a single noodle like a bird for a long time, and now he went down half a bowl in three or two bites.

He didn't finish eating, after all, no matter how good Jiang Zetong's cooking skills were, he couldn't turn the boiled noodles into a peerless delicacy.

It is doubly difficult to eat such bland food for a tongue that is already numb and bitter.

Because of the episode of the nightmare, Jiang Bao was no longer infected by the cheerful atmosphere of Christmas, and Jiang Zetong, who cared about him, was also the same, and going home became an inevitable choice.

Send Jiang Bao back to the Jiang family, and the Jiang family couple who missed their son came out to pick him up.

"Hey baby, come and hug mom!"

"Zetong, come in and have a seat."

The cheerful appearance of the Jiang family and his wife infected Jiang Bao, and Jiang Bao, who had been depressed all morning, showed a smile.

"I won't go in, I have other things to do, so let's go first." Jiang Zetong said this with confidence, his company's affairs, Jiang Bao's affairs are all piled up, and he probably won't have time on Sunday when he is so busy. .

The Jiang family couple just wanted to have a child, so they didn't keep Jiang Zetong any longer. Only Jiang Bao looked back at him reluctantly before going in.

After Jiang Zetong waved to Jiang Bao, Jiang Bao entered the door with peace of mind.

"Good boy, dad told you, this time..." Jiang Shang faced his son with a show-off heart that couldn't stop. He dragged Jiang Bao and wanted to talk for three days and three nights. Fortunately, Jiang Bao's body Create a great father figure.

Jiang Bao bought it, and honestly heard his mother calling their father and son to have dinner.

All in all, Jiang Bao's weekend was quite fulfilling.

So much so that when he went to school on Monday, he still felt that the teacher's lectures were not strong enough.

"Students, this Tuesday and Wednesday will be a model, are you ready? There will be no homework for Chinese today, please take a look at your notes..."

After the last class before the exam, Jiang Bao followed Jiang Zetong's house with his schoolbag on his back, and went to hug the feet of the giant Buddha temporarily.

There are so many exams to follow, Jiang Bao thinks he has no time for emo.

Jiang Zetong also temporarily put down the company's affairs and focused on preparing for the exam. It is a good way for him to review the questions while lecturing Jiang Bao.

Under the desk lamp, Jiang Bao's mouth moistened while biting the tip of the pen, although his eyes were confused, he still looked firmly at the title.

Jiang Zetong couldn't help but think of the information he had collected. Most of the well-known psychological counselors in the country are now in the imperial capital. If he wants to take Jiang Bao to see it, he can only take advantage of the winter vacation.

The question is, is Jiang Bao willing?