Adoptive Father Code

Bian Sheng was dreaming again.It's still the winding and endless road, the gloomy sky, and the torrential rain.

Breathless weather.

Outside the window is the scenery blurred by the rain curtain, there is endless rain on the window, the radio song is playing in the driving car, and the singer's voice is sweet and ethereal, all of which make Bian Sheng a little sleepy.

Bian Sheng was in a daze, his thoughts became chaotic, and his head started to pause. Seeing this, the woman at the side hugged Bian Sheng in her arms and let him lean on her body comfortably, just as Bian Sheng was about to take a nap. Suddenly, there was a loud noise, which was different from the sound of explosions. This sound was very deep and muffled. It seemed that a heavy object had fallen.Bian Sheng woke up immediately, raised his head and asked, "Mom, what's that sound?"

……

Immediately afterwards, the sky and the earth rotated, and in an instant, they returned to the beginning, the road again, the gloomy sky again, and the pouring rain again.Outside the window is the scenery blurred by the rain...

"Mom, what's that sound?"

Back in time, it was that road again...

Bian Sheng was trapped in his dream, repeating the same scene over and over again, as if he had fallen into a loophole, where there was no time, only repetitive things.Everything there is like a replica disc, playing the same frame infinitely.

It was only three o'clock when he woke up from his dream, sweating profusely.Panting for breath, he sat on the bed numbly, until the sticky feeling on his body penetrated into the flesh, and then he slowly got off the bed.

He walked a few steps extremely slowly like a puppet, the soles of his feet were cold and woody, suddenly he squatted down, his eyes were a little red, he stretched out one hand hard, and grasped the collar of his chest tightly. One firmly gripped the bed sheet, as if enduring some great pain, the hand holding the bed sheet had bulging veins, and the joints were turning white.

With his head down, there was a long period of silence, until he heard a short and rapid whimper, then he raised his head, stood up, recovered, walked into the bathroom calmly, and passed out after a while. There is the sound of water.

At the dinner table the next day, Ye Moxiu seemed like nothing happened, as if that naked question had never been asked.

"Bian Sheng, how do you want to spend your birthday?" Ye Moxiu asked.

Bian Sheng was not in good spirits, and he lazily raised his eyes, which were bloodshot.

"What's wrong with you? Did you not sleep well yesterday?" Ye Muxiu asked worriedly.

Bian Sheng: "It doesn't matter how much you live, just stay with me." He answered the above question.

Ye Moxiu: "Okay, I'll accompany you."

Ye Moxiu pushed away everything, and specifically made Bian Sheng's birthday day out.Although Bian Sheng said, just stay with him.But what he said was one thing, and what he did was another.Gifts are always something to buy.

Bian Sheng's gift has not been missed for a year.

I bought a pair of limited edition sneakers in the first year, but Bian Sheng didn't seem to like it very much.

I bought him a watch the next year, but I have never seen Bian Sheng wear it once.

In the third year, he was given a shirt that he casually said was good-looking, but Bian Sheng didn't care too much about Guan Huanxi.

In the fourth year, I gave him a Colnago Plum Blossom, and the number of times Bian Sheng rode it can be counted on one hand.

In the fifth year, I went out with him for two days, this time Bian Sheng was moved, at least verbally said he was happy.

This year……

What should I give?

Ye Moxiu thought for a few days but couldn't come up with a reason.So he called Jiang Nan. Jiang Nan hadn't contacted him for a long time recently.

"Hello." Jiang Nan's voice on the phone was hoarse.

Ye Moxiu frowned: "What's wrong with your voice?"

Jiang Nan coughed a few times: "I've had a bit of a cold for the past few days."

"Have you taken your medicine? I'll go to your house to see you after I finish my work here."

"No need, it's not a serious illness, just take the medicine for a few days and you'll be fine." Jiang Nan asked after a pause, "What's the matter?"

"It's Saturday's birthday, I can't think of what to give, can you give me some advice?" Ye Moxiu said.

Jiang Nan was silent for a long time, and instead of answering Ye Muxiu's question, she said in a slightly heavy voice, "Ye Muxiu, do you feel that Biansheng is a bit abnormal."

The topic turned a little bluntly, and Ye Moxiu was stunned by what he said.

"When you were drunk that day, I always felt that something was wrong with Bian Sheng. The way he looked at me was so wrong. Looking back on it later, I felt that Bian Sheng's eyes at that time were particularly terrifying, as if..." Jiang Nan seemed to be smoking, Ye Mu Xiu heard a burning sound, "It's like... looking at a dead person. He is not a normal person"

Ye Moxiu stopped typing on the keyboard, and said with some dissatisfaction: "Do you know what you are talking about? He is just a child." After speaking, he realized that his tone was not very good, paused, and continued, "Jiang Nan, I know you don't like Biansheng, but I told you that Biansheng is very important to me. You shouldn't say such things in front of me."

The person on the other end of the phone started coughing again, this time more severely.

"Stop smoking."

Jiang Nan coughed for a while, and finally stopped, her voice hoarse than before: "It's more important than me."

The phone was silent for an instant, and no one spoke anymore.

Jiang Nan smiled and stubbed out the cigarette in the ashtray: "Do you know why I think something is wrong with Bian Sheng? Why do you obsessively recall that look, because when I left that day, I found that the brakes of my car were a little out of order , but it still works, I went to the car repair shop, and the repairer said that there were traces of someone moving it, but that person should have planned to let me go in the end, and didn't move it to the end. ""

Ye Moxiu took a deep breath: "What do you mean? Do you think Bian Sheng did it?"

Jiang Nan was silent.

Ye Moxiu immediately stood up, making a lot of noise, and knocked over the coffee that was put aside: "Yes! Biansheng doesn't have other lively and likable children. But he is definitely a good boy. He won't do what you say, and he won't do anything There's no reason to do it. I hope you won't say such things in front of me in the future, otherwise..."

"Otherwise? How about otherwise? Or break up with me?" Jiang Nan said.

Ye Moxiu rubbed his temples with a headache: "That's not what I meant."

Jiang Nan smiled wryly: "Ye Moxiu. I found that you are really dedicated and affectionate."

"what?"

Jiang Nan: "A pair of eyes can make you break all the relationship of nurturing. I really want to know who was the name you called while hugging me on my birthday."

Ye Moxiu frowned.

"Bian Gu Nan. It just so happens that Bian's surname is also Bian." After Jiang Nan finished speaking, she hung up without giving Ye Moxiu a chance to continue.

Ye Moxiu slumped on the sofa all of a sudden, he didn't understand how a good phone call turned into this, how it involved Bian Sheng and Bian Gu Nan.

No wonder Jiang Nan never took the initiative to find herself after her birthday.No wonder Jiang Nan directly talked about Bian Sheng after receiving the call.

Jiang Nan...

Bian Gunan...

Ye Moxiu thought.

He unconsciously remembered the day when he first met Jiang Nan. He was holding a guitar, sitting in the quiet bar, singing quietly, with a deep and pleasant voice, with a little laziness. It is a habitual ticking of the tone.

That day was Bian Gunan's memorial day, Ye Moxiu drank in a daze, Jiang Nan's voice was too much like him, he walked onto the stage staggeringly, the music stopped abruptly, Jiang Nan looked at this uninvited guest, the next Second Ye Muxiu hooked his neck and asked, "What's your name?"

Jiang Nan looked at the man in front of him, his face was handsome, his drunken eyes were a bit blurred, for some reason, it touched his heart so lightly, Jiang Nan opened his mouth, as if he had been bewitched: "Jiang Nan."

"Jiang Nan." He repeated his name, spraying the smell of wine on Jiang Nan's neck.

Bian Gunan.

At that moment, the light in the bar was too ambiguous, and the eyes he looked at Jiang Nan gradually became obsessed.

"Come with me." Ye Moxiu's voice pierced through the microphone, echoing straightforwardly in the quiet bar.