our castle

Tang Xiangxi is now lying on the sofa without any image.He's been like this since dinner.

After the rain, the sky cleared, and life in the castle was back to normal anyway.But in Tang Xiangxi's opinion, this is not normal...

Because Tang Xiangxi always felt that Wen Zhenhua was avoiding him.

If someone says this is just an illusion, let Tang Xiangxi give an example.

Although the family of three went home with an umbrella, Tang Xiangxi was sure that the umbrella was big enough to cover both him and Wen Zhenhua, because the last time he did an experiment, the umbrella could cover it in not too heavy rain. They are all dry.

But when he got home that day, Tang Xiangxi still noticed that Wen Zhenhua's shoulder was wet.Of course it couldn't be because he was holding Wendy, because he was holding a box of things in his hand when the experiment was first started.

So why is Wen Zhenhua's shoulders soaked?The only assumption Tang Xiangxi could make was that Wen Zhenhua unconsciously opened the distance between the two while walking.

But the terrible thing is how did Wen Zhenhua manage to keep the distance between them when Wendy was holding on to his arm tightly and wouldn't let go?To be honest, Tang Xiangxi can be sure that Wen Zhenhua didn't touch his shoulder even if Wendy held his hand.

And at home?Nonsense, when Wen Zhenhua got home, he quietly went there to make lunch and dinner, and seemed to eat normally, talk, clean the house, and finally said that Huafang had something to do and ran out.

But Tang Xiangxi was absolutely sure that Wen Zhenhua tried his best to use his back to face him; and when he had to face each other at the dinner table, Wen Zhenhua didn't fix his gaze on him at all, to be precise, he didn't meet his gaze.

After realizing this, Tang Xiangxi realized that even though Wen Zhenhua was talking to him when he picked up Wendy at noon, he didn't really look at him.

And when Tang Xiangxi wanted to tell himself that he was oversensitive, but when Wendy lay on his belly and blinked her big eyes and asked, "Daddy, why is Daddy ignoring you", Tang Xiangxi I knew that I had no IQ or brain if I took this as an illusion!

When Wendy couldn't see it, Tang Xiangxi raised his head and made a helpless expression. After taking several deep breaths, he forced his usual smile, "No, how can Daddy be angry with Daddy?" .”

"But it feels like..." Wendy bit her lip, as if she was thinking about what kind of words would be more suitable, "But it seems that Daddy didn't look at Daddy when he was talking, Daddy, you and Daddy quarreled ?"

"How is it possible? Daddy is so mad because of you, how can he have time to quarrel?" Tang Xiangxi looked away. If there was a quarrel, it would be easy to deal with, but now he didn't know how to explain it.

Hearing Tang Xiangxi mention her disappearance again, Wendy once again fell into a small world of self-blame. Seeing her daughter's troubled appearance, Tang Xiangxi felt lucky for a moment.

At least there is no need to continue to entangle in this topic, and Tang Xiangxi is happy to watch Wendy fall into her own little world of self-blame.But holding her daughter's limp body, Tang Xiangxi finally felt the drowsiness she hadn't found after lying down all afternoon.

Gently pressing Wendy to his chest, Tang Xiangxi caressed Wendy's back, one big one and one small one yawned in sync, and the breathing in the whole house became lighter for a while.

When Wen Zhenhua lingered in the flower shop until he got home at the last moment, he saw one big and one small hugging each other and sleeping on the sofa.Wendy slept quite comfortably because she was held in Tang Xiangxi's arms, but Tang Xiangxi was different.

Wen Zhenhua was a little shy when lying on this sofa by himself, but Tang Xiangxi was a little taller than him, so he could only shrink into the sofa.And his and Wendy's idea of ​​warming each other has a little gap because of the unequal height...

From Wen Zhenhua's point of view, Tang Xiangxi is simply huddled on the sofa pitifully, even if the weather is considered hot now, Tang Xiangxi still feels cold.Look at the time is almost ten o'clock.

Wen Zhenhua looked at the two people dumbfounded, took a blanket out of Tang Xiangxi's room, gently hugged Wendy, and then covered Tang Xiangxi's body with the blanket.

Wendy rubbed against his shoulder, spontaneously looking for the most comfortable position to sleep well.And Tang Xiangxi had spontaneously grabbed the blanket and Wen Zhenhua's hand the moment the blanket covered his body, rubbed it subconsciously, and then retracted into the blanket.

Wen Zhenhua shook his head dumbfounded, but the most important thing is to put Wendy back in the room, because the baby princess feels a little cold.

When Wendy was put on the bed, Wendy who was sleeping soundly stretched out her hand and lifted the quilt, and retracted into the quilt spontaneously. Naturally, she also rubbed against Wen Zhenhua's hand.

This movement was almost in sync with Tang Xiangxi, and Wen Zhenhua couldn't help laughing when he saw it.But no one saw this too warm and soft smile.

Wen Zhenhua sat down beside Wendy's bed, watching his daughter tenderly. He wanted to stretch out his hand to brush away the messy bangs on Wendy's forehead, but Fang Jingzhu's words suddenly flashed in his mind.

"You're tying them to your side!" Fang Jingzhu's voice had never been so sharp, and when his fingertips touched Wendy's forehead, Wen Zhenhua withdrew his hand as if electrocuted.

Although Wendy was in a deep sleep, she also felt the familiar aura suddenly leave, and Wendy unconsciously rubbed towards Wen Zhenhua's direction.

"Daddy..." Even in her sleep, Wendy still murmured to Wen Zhenhua, wrinkling her nose as if waiting for Wen Zhenhua to extend her hand again.

Wen Zhenhua recalled Wendy's small but powerful arms at noon today, her somewhat hoarse voice with the sound of crying, he could only wait quietly for Wendy to finish her apology, then hugged her and said it was okay.

As long as Wendy is around, it is his greatest happiness, and nothing else is important.Wen Zhenhua brushed Wendy's hair a little, and pressed a kiss gently on her forehead.

The itchy feeling on her forehead made Wendy laugh out loud in her sleep, and Wen Zhenhua raised her head in fright.But Wendy just smirked for a while in her sleep, and then continued to sleep.

"Little villain." Wen Zhenhua scolded with a smile, but the next moment he put away his smile and sighed, gently pressing his forehead against Wendy's.

Hearing Wendy's shallow breathing, Wen Zhenhua opened his eyes, and the eyelashes of the two of them almost touched, "I'm sorry, Wendy." When Wen Zhenhua straightened her back, Wendy wrinkled her nose again, and finally she couldn't match the drowsiness and fell into a Deeper sleep.

Wen Zhenhua looked around Wendy's room, and when he saw Wendy's desk, Wen Zhenhua frowned.After yesterday's sadness and this morning's chaos, Wendy's desk is already a mess.

Wen Zhenhua patted his forehead with some headaches, and told himself repeatedly that there were also reasons for this result.After repeating it several times, Wen Zhenhua breathed a sigh of relief.

Walking to Wendy's desk, Wen Zhenhua closed the books that were spread out randomly and placed them on the other side.Until Wen Zhenhua saw the last small notebook that was pressed down.

Wen Zhenhua knew that this was the little book he gave Wendy a long time ago. Wendy began to regard this as a little book of wishes a long time ago. It should be Wendy's sixth birthday, right?Wendy has always protected this notebook very well.

I remember that Tang Xiangxi teased him and Wendy at that time, "Such a small book opens a new page every birthday to write a wish, little princess, do you really plan to write until you are 80 or [-] years old?" Tang Xiangxi's exaggerated expression at that time Thinking about Wen Zhenhua now makes me want to laugh.

Of course, now is not the time to talk about small books.Wen Zhenhua swore that he really didn't read Wendy's wishes on purpose, he just got used to opening the book in his palm and then closing it.

But Wen Zhenhua couldn't move anymore, because he saw tears on the page where the latest wish was written, which made Wen Zhenhua unable to take his eyes off, and finally understood Wendy's words, Wendy's wish.

"Dad, forgive me, don't be angry again..." Wen Zhenhua didn't know what to say with the immature and straightforward words, and Wen Zhenhua habitually used his fingertips to feel the strokes.

In the end, Wen Zhenhua keenly discovered that the previous page of the small book had been torn out.Wen Zhenhua frowned, for some reason he just wanted to find the previous page that Wendy tore off.Not surprisingly, Wen Zhenhua found a small ball of paper at the foot of the table.

It's hidden in the shadows and almost impossible to find.Except Wen Zhenhua.

Wen Zhenhua's fingertips trembled slightly, and he spread out the small ball of paper.Wen Zhenhua stood in the shadow of this small room, and no one knew what happened to him for a while.

Wen Zhenhua's pause was only a few seconds, and after a few seconds, Wen Zhenhua threw the ball of paper into the trash can, and walked out of Wendy's room silently.

This time he didn't hide in the room, but sat on the ground leaning against the sofa.Wen Zhenhua still didn't touch Tang Xiangxi, and he was separated by the sofa shoulder.

Putting the phone back on the coffee table, Wen Zhenhua stared at the shiny phone interface until the phone screen went dark, and Wen Zhenhua rested his head on the shoulder of the sofa.

Tang Xiangxi turned over, and the poor sleeping position successfully made the blanket on his body slip by three quarters, almost dragging it to the ground.Wen Zhenhua sighed and grabbed a corner of the blanket, covering Tang Xiangxi tightly again.

After pinching the quilt for Tang Xiangxi, Wen Zhenhua bowed his head for a long time, looked at Tang Xiangxi guiltily, "I'm sorry..."

This apology was not very loud, it could almost be said to be floating in the air, but someone just heard it.Maybe he couldn't hear clearly, but the volume was enough to wake up the sleeping Tang Xiangxi.

Because Tang Xiangxi grabbed his hand, but after realizing his stiffness, he turned to hold his sleeve, "Why do you have to apologize?"

If it weren't for Tang Xiangxi's iconic voice after waking up, Wen Zhenhua would have thought he was pretending to be asleep.

The author has something to say: The pen demon has fallen into deep depression ==