Drug addiction

After the two washed up briefly, Tong Yu and Yan Ziqian walked out of the room one after the other. At this time, Tong's mother was finishing the work in the kitchen, and Yan's father was serving dishes on the dining table...

Tong Yu glanced at it and hurried into the kitchen, took out the bowls and chopsticks from the cupboard, carefully rinsed them under the faucet, wiped them clean with kitchen paper, and prepared to put them on the table...

But who would have thought that the moment he turned around, he met the big eyes of Yan Ziqian who had been standing behind him...

He raised his eyebrows and looked at himself, that look, expectant, affectionate, hesitant to speak...

Tong Yu stared at him blankly for two seconds, until he stretched out his hand to take the bowls and chopsticks in his hand before recovering...

His face immediately turned red, and he turned his head to look at Tong Mama who was washing the pot. He let out a breath, picked up the rice cooker on the cooking table and quietly walked out of the kitchen...

The family of four sat down, and Mama Tong lifted the lid of the large casserole placed in the center of the dining table. Immediately, the fresh and sweet fragrance burst into the nostrils unsuspectingly...

"Mutton?" Yan Ziqian raised his eyebrows and looked at Mama Tong, and asked in surprise.

Mother Tong smiled and nodded, and said softly, "It's cold in winter, so you have to eat mutton tonic. After eating, your body will be warm..."

"Then you should eat more..." Yan Ziqian picked up a large piece of mutton from the casserole and put it in Tong Yu's bowl as he said so, "From now on, your body will be warmer, and your hands and feet won't be cold anymore..."

When Yan's father heard about it, he turned to Yan Ziqian curiously, "How do you know that Xiao Yu's hands and feet are cold?"

Yan Ziqian was taken aback for a moment, then pretended to be relaxed, put a spoonful of pine nut corn into his mouth, and said vaguely, "We are together every day, I don't know why..."

Tong's mother still had a smile on her lips, and she also put a piece of mutton into Yan Ziqian's bowl, "Don't talk about Tong Yu, you should eat more..." Immediately, Tong's mother's eyes revealed a hint of mutton. Complain "I still wear ripped pants now, I feel cold when I look at you..."

"It's okay, Aunt Fang, I'm not cold..." Yan Ziqian chewed the mutton, then glanced at Tong Yu, and pretended to be casual, "I'm a warm baby, with my own heat..."

"What are you?" Yan's father didn't understand, he turned his head and asked his smug son.

"Nuan Baobao..." Yan Ziqian repeated without shame.

Yan's father thought for a moment, then said with a helpless smile on his face, "Is that the nickname given to you by the girls at your school?"

Yan Ziqian frowned, squinted his eyes at his father calmly, then looked away and continued to eat, there was no objection at all...

"What time did you come back last night?" Father Yan cleared his throat, and changed the subject abruptly...

"It's past three o'clock..." Yan Ziqian responded calmly, disapproving...

Yan's father swallowed the mouthful of rice after he finished speaking, and continued to eat calmly, asking as if he didn't care at all, "Son, are you in a relationship?"

When Yan Ziqian heard this, he gave the hand that was about to pick up the food, and then smiled a little embarrassedly, "Who did you listen to?"

"I haven't heard anyone say it, it's just a feeling..."

"Cut..." Yan Ziqian shook his head, squinted his eyes and looked at his father, "Then where does this feeling come from?"

"Your father is someone who has experienced it..." Yan's father said this, but the gaze he had just withdrawn from Yan Ziqian met Tong Yu's slightly panicked eyes...

Tong Yu was startled, endured the trembling of his fingertips and managed to take a bite of the food, then lowered his head and pretended to eat, but his heart kept beating wildly, and his ears couldn't help but began to pay attention to the conversation between the two ...

"You have been in love twice... No, it was once..." Yan Ziqian looked at his father's Zhou Zheng's face with a smile on his lips and corrected, "Is that date 20 years ago counted as a relationship? "

"Tsk..." Yan's father gave Yan Ziqian a hard look, then took a peek at Tong's mother next to him, and quickly changed the subject, "It's fine if you're in a relationship, there's no need to hide it from your father, your father is very outgoing..."

"My father, what exactly are you trying to do?" Yan Ziqian looked at him helplessly, "Are you trying to trick me?"

"No, I don't care about you..." Yan's father sighed softly, and turned around to face Yan Ziqian, "A while ago you were so depressed and not in a good mood; but during this time, it suddenly got better, I am happy every day as if there is some happy event..."

Yan Ziqian pursed his lips and continued to pretend to be innocent, "It's just that my mood changes a little faster, and the ups and downs are a little bit bigger, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing..." Yan's father looked at him with raised eyebrows, raised his hand to pick up a chopstick and put it in his bowl, "Your father just wanted to talk to you about this topic, and there is no other meaning. You see, you are in a hurry." What?"

"Can I not be in a hurry? Have a good meal and talk about falling in love?" Yan Ziqian frowned, he was afraid that his father would see something if he didn't pay attention, so he wanted to end this topic as soon as possible, but he As for the father, he didn't like it...

"Sooner or later, you are going to fall in love. Is there anything wrong with your father talking about this topic with you now?" Yan's father said as a matter of course.

"Living for more than 20 years is not the same, I have succeeded, I have accepted my fate..."

Yan Ziqian thought this in his heart, then shook his head as if discouraged, "Okay, tell me..."

"Actually, I have nothing to say..." Yan's father licked his lips, gave him a blank look and continued, "You have to protect her...Did you hear me?"

"You really broke your heart..." Yan Ziqian sighed hard, "Your son's fists as big as casserole are not for nothing..."

"I don't just mean that..." Yan's father swallowed, and hesitantly coughed lightly, "I'm not talking about protection in a simple sense..."

Hearing this, Yan Ziqian still didn't understand what his father meant, stared at him blankly for two seconds, then suddenly turned his head to meet Tong Yu's flushed cheeks and asked, "What does father mean?"

This time Tong Yu's face turned even redder, he glanced at Yan's father with some embarrassment, and lowered his head even lower...

Yan's father pursed his lips and sighed, and then blurted out, "You are so old, do you still need me to explain more clearly?" He took a bite of the cold bean sprouts in front of him, smashed it into the bowl twice with his chopsticks, and then hesitantly opened his mouth. "It's okay if you can't control it, just take good measures, don't make something happen, it won't look good..."

"Oh...what do you mean..." Yan Ziqian laughed suddenly, then shook his head as a matter of course and said, "Don't worry, it's impossible, it's absolutely impossible..."

Nonsense, his wife doesn't have this ability either...

"Yo, so you mean it's a real talk?" Yan's father said with a smile on his lips, staring at the blush on Yan Ziqian's face seriously.

Yan Ziqian pursed his lips. Instead of answering his father's question directly, he asked instead, "Dad, since you mentioned it, let me ask one more question. What do you... want me to find?"

"Is what I hope useful? It's not up to you to like..." Yan's father raised his eyebrows to look at him, then retracted his gaze, and murmured, "Actually, anything is fine, as long as it's upright and clean. ..." As he spoke, he looked at Mama Tong beside him, with a happy smile on his lips, "Gentle and kind, virtuous and filial..."

"Even if he's a man?"

Tong Yu was holding a soup bowl in his hand and was about to drink soup, but when he heard Yan Ziqian's words, he suddenly felt cold all over, and the soup spoon he was pinching on his fingertips instantly fell into the soup bowl, warming his mouth. Hot mutton soup splashed all over his face...

Yan Ziqian wasn't surprised at all, he turned around and took two pieces of paper from the cabinet and handed them to Tong Yu, and met his father's gentle eyes again, "Father, to be honest, if I really find a male daughter-in-law Son, will you agree?"

"Man..." Yan's father frowned slightly and thought about it for a moment, then smiled calmly, "I really haven't thought about it, but since you brought it up, I can think about it..."

"Then will you go crazy?" Yan Ziqian smiled, but his hanging heart was shaking, his eyes were full of temptation...

"Have you ever seen your father go crazy in all these years?" Yan's father still ate his meal calmly, but then he paused, with a hint of helplessness in his tone, "But your grandpa might go crazy. ..”

"I don't care about my grandpa..." Yan Ziqian sighed fiercely, "He's also sending you messages when he's crazy, and he definitely won't look for me..."

"Your grandpa is too spoiled with you..." Yan's father squinted at Yan Ziqian, then shook his head, "I've always held you in my arms since I was a child, and I've always been the one who got scolded after you made mistakes... "

Talking about this matter, Yan's father was furious. Yan Ziqian was naughty when he was a child, and after he made a mistake, Grandpa Yan was reluctant to fight with him, so he vented his anger on Yan's father. Not daring to breathe, that troublemaker Yan Ziqian sat next to Grandpa Yan while gnawing watermelon and grinning at him, the rotten teeth in his mouth could be clearly seen...

"Father, do you still remember this?" Yan Ziqian frowned, but there was a hint of ridicule in the corner of his mouth, "How many years have passed? You are so narrow-minded..."

"Is that my narrow-mindedness?" Yan's father didn't do anything, so he sighed hard, "Your grandfather really loves you, so why would you be wronged? According to his old words, the grandson of the five generations of Lao Yan's family is his living ancestor. ..."

'Okay, fuck off again...'

"Okay dad..." Yan Ziqian frowned and interrupted his father's words, then cleared his throat and said calmly, "Don't guess, I'm not in a relationship, I just want to study now ...This period of time is because of Leizi's affairs, as his good buddy, I can't just ignore him..."

When Yan's father heard about it, he raised his eyebrows and looked at him questioningly, "He hasn't solved that matter before?"

"It's resolved, but something happened to his family recently..." Yan Ziqian pursed his lips hesitantly, and then turned to Yan's father impatiently, "Anyway, it's over now, so don't ask me any more." ..."

"I wanted to ask, but you didn't say anything..." Yan's father gave Yan Ziqian a hard look, and said helplessly, "You two have been playing together since you were young, and you all treat each other's affairs as your own. ..Unless the matter is really serious and you can't hold your arms anymore, you can talk to our parents, otherwise you won't even open your mouth..."

Yan Ziqian squinted at Yan's father, with a smile on his lips but didn't speak...

Yan's father knew what his son was thinking, and looked at him slightly sideways, just meeting his gaze, he sighed softly, and quietly recalled, "I still remember when you were in kindergarten, there was a little fat guy in your big class who took Wang Yuning's The popsicle was snatched away, and you kids just pushed that little fat man into the toilet...The toilets at that time were not what we have now, they were dry toilets..." Yan's father sipped mouth, looked at his son with a look of disgust, "When our parents arrived at the kindergarten, that little fat man was covered in... all flies..."

"Hey, dad..." Yan Ziqian looked at Tong's mother who was covering her mouth and chuckling, and the precious daughter-in-law who was looking at him in disbelief, and he hurriedly stopped his dad, "We are eating, can we change the subject? "

"Okay... let's not talk about it..." Yan's father smiled and looked away from Yan Ziqian's flushed handsome face, and then said as if remembering something, "At that time, apart from the three of you, it seemed Is there another child who is always with you?"

Hearing Father Yan's words, Yan Ziqian was visibly stunned for a moment, his face paused, he lowered his eyelids and thought for a moment, then nodded reluctantly, "Mmm...yes..."

"What's the child's name?" Yan's father squinted his eyes to recall, and slightly raised the glasses on the bridge of his nose, "It seems that the surname is Xiang...what is his name?"

"Prosperous..." Yan Ziqian stared blankly at the bowls and chopsticks in front of him, and couldn't help saying this...

"Yes, yes, yes...Xiang Rongxin..." Yan's father nodded slightly, then sighed and said, "That little boy looks really good-looking, like a little girl, with pinkish-white skin. Be polite, the little mouth is so sweet, I remember that child is very clingy to you, and even came to our house for dinner..." After he finished speaking, he shook his head, and the loss in his tone could not help showing "It's so good The child just didn't meet a good family..."

After hearing what Yan's father said, Mama Tong frowned and looked at him, "What's the matter, old Yan?"

Yan's father licked his lips, "The child's father doesn't go to work, he spends his days gambling and drinking, and when he drinks too much, he beats and kicks the girl, making the neighbors want to hide from them like a plague... Later, his father sold the house and took the two of them to the south..." After speaking, Yan's father looked at Yan Ziqian and asked, "How old was the child when he left?"

Hearing Yan's father's question, Yan Ziqian managed to regain his senses, looked at his father's calm face, and then murmured, "14 years old..."

"That's right...you just entered the first grade of junior high..." Yan's father sighed softly, and turned his gaze to his son again, "Do you still keep in touch now?"

"No..." Yan Ziqian shook his head and lowered his eyelids, then chuckled self-deprecatingly, "What's the use of contacting when everyone else is gone..."

After hearing Yan Ziqian's words, Tong Yu frowned and looked at him, and then the doubts on his face gradually appeared...

He didn't understand where the sadness in Yan Ziqian's eyes came from...

Sighing heavily, Yan Ziqian stuffed a big mouthful of rice into his mouth to try to cover up his bitter emotions, a feeling of sadness rose in his heart, he closed his eyes and forced himself to forcibly switch to this disgusting mode. ..

"Father, I have something to discuss with you..." Yan Ziqian stared straight at Father Yan, took a deep breath and said, "I want to change the layout of the room..."

Yan's father frowned at him, thought for two seconds, then looked at Tong Yu who was sitting across from him, and said to him like a warning, "What are you trying to do?"

"I don't make any trouble..." Yan Ziqian lowered his head and glanced in Tong Yu's direction, and then said, "The space utilization rate in the room is not high, and..."

"And it's easy to get hurt..." Before Yan Ziqian could finish speaking, Tong Yu said to Yan's father, "We've both been knocked over by table legs, but we didn't say anything before..."

In fact, Tong Yu didn't know what Yan Ziqian's intention was, but he knew Yan Ziqian, as long as he opened his mouth, he must have already thought of a countermeasure. He didn't want to watch Yan Ziqian work hard alone, so Decided to boldly push the flames...

Yan's father heard this, nodded and asked Tong Yu, "Did Ziqian tell you about this?"

"Well..." Tong Yu nodded with a smile, "He told me..."

"Then...you can change it if you want..." Yan's father pursed his lips and nodded, then asked Yan Ziqian, "How do you want to change it?"

'Finally getting to the point...'

Yan Ziqian licked his lips and said casually, "It's still the same as when I lived alone, but now the furniture is for two... Desks are pushed together; bookshelves, wardrobes, displays The shelves are all pushed together; the bed...the bed is pushed together too..."

"Push the beds together too?" Yan's father looked at Tong Yu, and said to Yan Ziqian hesitantly, "You won't disturb Xiao Yu's sleep, will you? Xiao Yu's sleep quality has just improved..."

"You just..."

"No, Uncle Yan..." Before Yan Ziqian could finish speaking, Tong Yu interrupted him, and turned to Yan's father with a smile on his face, Tong Yu said softly, "He won't disturb me, I think it's a good change…”

After hearing what he said, Dad Yan raised his eyebrows, then nodded to the two of them, "Alright, since you both think it's good, then... change it like this..."

"Thank you, Dad..." Yan Ziqian let out a long breath, looked at Dad Yan gratefully, his tone was full of relaxation...

"What's there to thank..." Yan's father smiled and shook his head, feeling that his son was a little baffled...

Yan Ziqian withdrew his gaze, turned his head to look at Tong Yu who was drinking soup...

Perhaps feeling the blazing heat projected from the left side, Tong Yu raised his eyebrows and met Yan Ziqian's provocative eyes, but the smile on his mouth could not be hidden...

'Two beds can be put together to make one bed...how easy...'