go beside the loyal dog

Yang Fan began to have some changes, this kind of change belongs to the kind of small change that is completely mixed in the air quietly.

Because he had a guiding light in his heart, his days began to have hope.

Yang Sumin is not a competent mother, but she is a sensitive woman.Seeing that her son is like a delicate and beautiful flower watered by rain, it blooms brighter and more beautiful every day, and the whole person exudes a kind of sweetness that cannot be concealed, she can't turn a blind eye.

It was as if by accident, Yang Sumin casually asked at a dinner table with only two people, "Has Afan been in love recently?"

Yang Fan can still keep calm most of the time. For this serious woman who is only himself and never treats himself as a son, he feels more resentment than gratitude in his heart, but many feelings in his heart cannot be expressed directly. I can only gently pull out a flawless smile, "Mom, you worry too much. I've been busy preparing for college recently. How can I have time to think about such issues?"

Yang Sumin smiled irrefutably, with her hands hanging on her knees, her face was always elegant and natural, "Go and visit your father when you have time, you haven't seen him for a long time, right?"

Yang Fan's heart froze, and he directly pinched his ten fingers into the palm of his hand. He smiled shyly and nodded in agreement. There were many meanings in the smile, including sadness, helplessness, and imperceptible impatience and disgust.

He couldn't wait to get out of this bottomless abyss of dirty misunderstanding, and he was looking forward to the Sun God who belonged to him in his life.

When receiving Huang Peng's call, Yang Fan was in his room cleaning up the things he was going to bring to school. Almost the second after the call was connected, the corners of his mouth could not be restrained, and his crooked eyebrows and eyes were smiling. There is no grievance in the heart, so pure and white.

"Brother Huang," Yang Fan carefully avoided Yang Sumin's eyeliner, and waited until she left before sneaking out to look for Huang Peng.

The juvenile's joy was unreservedly conveyed to the heart of the man in the driver's seat. He raised his head as if aware of it, met the clean smile, hesitated for a moment, then bent his lips, "Get in the car, I'll take you for a drive .”

As soon as he got in the car, Yang Fan was keenly aware that Huang Peng seemed to have something on his mind. The two only exchanged pleasantries at the beginning, but in the end they remained silent.

The scenery outside the car window receded quickly, he tilted his head and looked out, his slightly lowered eyelids were in a daze. In fact, he knew that Huang Peng must have some unspeakable purpose for him, but he also understood that this man has been So far, he has never done anything to hurt himself.

Of course, maybe it's because the time hasn't come, or maybe it's because he can't bear it, no matter what it is, it won't prevent Yang Fan from being deeply attached to this man from the bottom of his heart.

"Brother Huang, do you have something on your mind?" Yang Fan endured and endured, and decided that it would be better to ask about it himself.

Huang Peng shook his head, and remembering the order that the man gave him, his frowning brows became more crowded together, and then there was a longer silence, but he took care of Yang Fan's feelings along the way, and gave him a hand as soon as he got in the car. Lost a big bag of his favorite snacks.

The car made a sharp roundabout at the intersection ahead, Yang Fan bit the biscuit on his finger and rushed forward and then fell, caught off guard.

"Go to my house today." Huang Peng turned his head and said seriously.

Yang Fan blinked his two beautiful black eyes in surprise, froze for a second and then nodded wildly.

But after the surprise, he felt flustered for no reason.

Huang Peng's house is in a certain place in the city. It is a small two-story building. The room is very clean and warm. From the small details in every corner, it can be seen that the hostess of this house is a person who loves life very much.

Without women and children, the room seemed a bit empty, but when Yang Fan walked in, his heart was pounding uncontrollably. This was the first time he came to Huang Peng's house. If there is still a chance, He even hoped that he could infuse everything here with his breath, integrate himself into and change this man's life.

"Brother Huang, do you usually live alone?" Yang Fan walked around and curiously reached out to tease the pot of little narcissus by the window. There was a tank of red, yellow and yellow fish in the main hall. It looked like Huang Peng Take good care of everything in the house.

As if he had returned to his own territory, Huang Peng's expression became a little more relaxed, the lines of his face softened, and his straight lips curled up in an arc, "Well, you turn on the TV by yourself, I'll clean up the room first. Have dinner at my place tonight."

Yang Fan stood by the window with a big smile on his face, "Really? Brother Huang, do you know how to cook?"

The young man's smile is very contagious, Huang Peng subconsciously replied him with a light smile, "I am usually the only one at home, I don't want to eat takeaway, so I can only have enough food and clothing for myself."

Yang Fan's heart moved slightly, and the smile on his face was boundless, he felt that he seemed to be one step closer to his sun god, how could this not make him ecstatic.

Like a home that really belongs to him, Yang Fan kicked off the shoes on his feet, as if taking off his defenses and shields, and showed his whole soft side. He was just betting that he wanted to use his unreserved pure whiteness to Keep this man.

When he was in the Yang family, Yang Fan always had to remember that he was an outsider, had no status, and was not valued by others, but he still had to stick to the hypocrisy that belonged to the Yang family. tired.

All here are different.

Yang Fan boredly took the remote control and watched it over and over again. Regarding Huang Peng's act of pressing the cartoon to watch for him on his own initiative, Yang Fan expressed his helplessness and secret joy.

He doesn't like such naive programs, but he enjoys Huang Peng's considerate care of him. Yang Fan thinks that he is lacking in love.

yes, love!Whether it is fatherly love or love.He impulsively wanted to put everything he had on this man, even if one day in the future he would be abandoned and smashed to pieces.

"Xiaofan, do you have any vegetables that you don't eat?" Huang Peng's voice came from the kitchen.

Yang Fan lay on the sofa with his chin resting, and shouted to the kitchen, "I don't like tomatoes and spinach..."

"Then let's scramble eggs with tomatoes." The other side made a final decision.

Yang Fan distorted his face unnaturally, jumped off the sofa in twos and twos, found the pair of big slippers that Huang Peng usually wears, and ran into the kitchen, trying to save his evening meal .

"I don't eat scrambled eggs with tomatoes. I hate scrambled eggs with tomatoes the most." Yang Fan opened his eyes wide, trying to make his expression look more sincere, but the corners of his eyes slanted, the spinach and carrots in the sink After ordering his sore feet, Yang Fan pointed at the two dishes and couldn't stop frowning, with a disgusted expression on his face, "I don't want carrots and spinach either, it's so unpalatable."

Yang Fan usually pays attention to restraining his emotions in front of Huang Peng. He looks like a well-behaved and docile porcelain doll. Apart from making people feel pity, he lacks an indescribable taste.

It's rare to see a child with a different side than usual. Huang Peng felt that besides the novelty, he found it quite amusing unexpectedly. He likes to watch the child pouting and childishly acting like a spoiled child, fluffing and jumping.

Rubbing Yang Fan's soft hair, Huang Peng lowered his eyebrows and smiled, "Go out first, I promise that the dishes I cook are delicious." He made a serious promise to him like a father.

Yang Fan hesitated, biting his lip as he watched Huang Peng's swift movement of raising and lowering the knife.

Huang Peng decided to get the person out by himself. Seeing Yang Fan dragging his footsteps in his big shoes, he smiled helplessly and connivingly, "These shoes are too big for you, be careful that you may fall down while walking."

Yang Fan blinked, "Then I'll bring a pair of my shoes over here tomorrow, I want to come over to eat with you often."

Huang Peng paused with his finger on Yang Fan's shoulder, but smiled without any disobedience on his face, and didn't answer.

But the man's stagnation at that moment couldn't hide from the sensitive Yang Fan. This child has been watching people's faces since the womb, and he is most sensitive to those little emotions of adults that are not obvious.

"Oh, hurry up and cook, I'm so hungry." Yang Fan looked down at the big shoes on his feet, raised his face and smiled to smooth things over.

When he moved back to the sofa step by step, Huang Peng was still standing at the entrance of the kitchen. He looked at the boy's drooping bangs, and a trace of indescribable difficulty flashed in his eyes.

In fact, he likes this child quite a lot, no matter how outsiders comment, but anyone who treats him well, this child will remember them one by one, and repay everyone who treats him well with his childish but friendly way.

Huang Peng knew that Yang Fan still had many dark and unspeakable shortcomings, but he would not just ignore the child's biggest shining point.

no one is perfect.

The dinner became a little silent, and Yang Fan could feel Huang Peng's ecstatic eyes and his absent-mindedness.

"Brother Huang, I don't want to eat this carrot. It's really not delicious." Yang Fan didn't notice for a while, and caught the carrot that Huang Peng secretly got into his bowl. Suddenly, there was a smell that I hated.

Yang Fan frowned and wanted to spit it out, but was frightened by Huang Peng's direct stare.

"Eat it, it's shameful to waste food." Huang Peng has an incomprehensible attachment to certain things, his expression looks serious, "If you don't eat carrots, you won't grow taller in the future. Do you want to be a Little runt?"

Yang Fan suddenly froze, because he was not growing fast because of picky eaters. At that time, he was about the same height as Feng Zhen, but now Feng Zhen has grown to more than 1.7 meters, and he is still walking slowly in the height of 1.6 meters. edge.

When returning home at night, Huang Peng suddenly said, "We won't meet again in the future."

Yang Fan lowered his head and did not speak. In fact, he had already had a premonition in his heart, and now he is not surprised to hear Huang Peng say such words.

"Brother Huang, do you want to deal with the Yang family?" Yang Fan raised his head suddenly, looked straight at Huang Peng, and asked seriously.

The look of embarrassment that flashed across the man's eyes seemed to be in response to Yang Fan's question, but Yang Fan just smiled, a smile that did not adulterate any emotions.

The young man rubbed the dirt under his feet hard, trying to make himself as straightforward as he imagined, he didn't want himself to be a child forever in the man's heart, "I know, in fact, there is a reason for you to approach me." The purpose, but I am just happy, because you have never hurt me so far, I know you are good to me. Really!"

"Can I come to you in the future? I won't cause trouble for you. I don't care what you want to do. I just like the feeling of being with you." Yang Fan frowned and didn't look up. Gently pulling the corner of the man's clothes, he opened his mouth cautiously.

Huang Peng stiffened his body, neither refusing nor agreeing.

But when he went back, there was a bunch of keys to the house over there in Yang Fan's pocket.

Yang Fan carefully touched the bunch of keys in his pocket, his face was expressionless, he knew that the man was soft-hearted towards him, otherwise he would not take him home at the last moment and cook for him, but it was out of psychology guilt.

However, it wasn't until the palm of his hand slowly warmed the coldness of the key that Yang Fan was truly sure of his bet, and he won.

The author has something to say: It’s okay, it’s okay, I finally caught up today, huh. vv,.