Who is poor? [Rebirth]

"Son, come out for dinner."

Song Yuge went upstairs and knocked on the door, then walked down the stairs and stood on the last floor, raising his hand.Cheng Jiangtang untied his apron and carried his wife down the stairs.

"He hasn't come down since he came back today?"

Song Yuge hooked her husband's neck, pretending to be mysterious: "When I grow up, I have something on my mind."

Cheng Jiangtang laughed sullenly: "You just feel that no one is playing with you."

"Hmph, I have a lot of sisters." Song Yuge landed on the ground, took Cheng Jiangtang's hand and walked excitedly to the kitchen, "Do you know what your son did when he came back today?"

Cheng Jiangtang: "What?"

"When he came back, he asked the housekeeper where he put the gift he received on his last birthday."

"Well, I'm interested in opening presents now."

"No! The person who is interested is not the gift, but the person who gave the gift." Song Mige blinked his beautiful peach eyes, leaning on the man with his arms folded, "Do you still remember the old man's birthday last time?"

Cheng Jiangtang put his arms around his wife's waist and replied seriously: "Yes."

"The old man said that our family will have a granddaughter-in-law, remember?"

Cheng Jiangtang was very busy all day, and listening to Song Moge was a way for him to relax.His chin rested on her shoulder, and he said softly, "I don't really remember."

Song Yuge patted the big head on the shoulder with his backhand, and rubbed it twice distressedly when he was done.

"Stupid! It seems to be called Mingyu."

"Ah."

Cheng Jiangtang knew about it that night, and checked the child's situation by the way.Nothing special, just not having a great time.

The son is an independent person, and the family doesn't need him to rely on marriage to consolidate the company or something.And now that same-sex marriage is legal, even if you really like that child, it doesn't matter much.

"mom?"

"Hey! Here we come!" Song Yuge grabbed Cheng Jiangtang and pulled it out.

Cheng Jiangtang looked at the hand that was holding his own, and shook it back.They are both old couples, but their relationship is getting better and better.

As for how it feels to take care of your son?

What is a son?

"Son, have you finished unwrapping the present?"

Cheng Yanxia looked at his mother with a curious face, and there was no superfluous reaction on her face:

"Ah."

"Then... what about Mingyu's?"

Cheng Yanxia's hand holding the chopsticks froze, and her voice was low: "What Mingyu?"

Song Hege looked away boredly when he saw his cold son.Except that it was fun before the age of two, the older it is, the less fun it is.

On the contrary, Cheng Jiangtang's eyes flashed with surprise when he saw Cheng Yanxia's appearance.

It seems that it is really a sign.

After the meal, Cheng Yanxia took a shower and leaned against the head of the bed, took out the things under the pillow and held it in the palm of her hand.

This is a silver bell tied with a red thread, two round ones juxtaposed.With a slight movement, there will be a crisp sound.The red rope is not long, it looks like something a child puts on his hand.It is especially conspicuous among a bunch of sneakers and game consoles.

Shen Wujing held it up and observed it against the light for a long time.

After a while, he murmured, "Do you want me to take it with you?"

By coincidence, Cheng Yanxia put it in his hand and compared it.

It was too small to fit at all.

He fell sideways on the bed, not understanding why he was so irritable when he saw Mingyu.

The bell in his hand rang lightly, but the crisp sound seemed hypnotic.Cheng Yanxia suddenly felt sleepy.

He tightened his fingers and slowly closed his eyes.

After squinting for a while, the cell phone rang suddenly breaking the empty environment.Cheng Yanxia half-opened her eyes and swiped at her phone.

"Brother Cheng! I didn't do that! Ask clearly, it's Tang Jifang, this newcomer wanted to save face with me, so he attacked your family."

"I've taught him a lesson, and I'll ask someone to apologize to him tomorrow. It's over!"

Cheng Yanxia rubbed her brows, and the pea-sized bell rolled gently in the palm of her hand.It was warmed by the hand, and it was very comfortable to touch.

He said, "No need."

"Ah? Don't, bro!"

"I said, don't let that group of people appear in front of Mingyu again!"

This is the first time Cheng Yanxia has expressed his favoritism towards Mingyu so clearly. "The rest, I'll tell Mingyu."

"Oh - yes brother!"

After hanging up the phone, Cheng Yanxia raised her hand.The red rope circled round and round around the fingertips, loosely binding the slender fingers.The small bells were crowded together, as if they had been rubbed smooth for some years.

Put your hands down, between your eyebrows.The already warm bell pressed against the center of his eyebrows.

Cheng Yanxia quietly closed her eyes, as if in a trance, she saw that when she was seven years old, a small hand with such warmth gently covered her eyes.

There seems to be such a string of red strings in my hand.

This night, Cheng Yanxia kept having a dream.

In the dream, he hugged a young man and slept peacefully.

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The next day.

The bell for getting up rang, and Mingyu opened his eyes in a daze.

The body is very heavy, and it is as if it has been filled with lead.Mingyu hastily packed up and went to the cafeteria to get a bowl of hot porridge, but he couldn't whet his appetite.

He looked out the window with a little blank eyes, knowing that he might be sick.

Now the school hospital has not yet opened, and Mingyu was dizzy again, so he had to prop his head on one hand and fell asleep.

In the corner of the cafeteria, boys wrapped in school uniforms are like the sky washed by rain, clear and clean.There was an abnormal blush on his fair face, especially the painted rosy color at the end of his eyes, which added a bit of brilliance to him for no reason.

The photo was frozen and quickly posted to the forum.

[Report—first-hand information, a new photo of the poor boy in Class [-]! 】

[I said why I didn't see him in the classroom, it was almost time for class, and I was feeling like skipping class in the cafeteria. 】

Cheng Yanxia, ​​who was about to go upstairs, swipe the phone screen a few times with her fingertips, then turned around and went straight to the cafeteria.

Across the cafeteria door, in the diagonally opposite corner, the person who had already fallen asleep on the table was clearly seen.

"Tsk." It seemed that he was twirling his hair at himself every time.

Cheng Yanxia strode over with long legs and stopped beside Mingyu.

The slender boy ignored the whispers of others, bent down and said to the lying human:

"Ming Chen, class is on." His voice was weak, if he hadn't come here specially, he would have thought he was seeking revenge.

Seeing that he was not moving, Cheng Yanxia poked Mingyu's arm with her fingers.An extra sweater was added to the thin layer of school uniform jacket.White, soft to the fingertips.

"Mingyu?"

Cheng Yanxia recalled the man's dry lips in the photo, with his big hand resting on the back of his head, and the other hand directly reaching for his forehead.

The temperature is piping hot.

"Stupid!" Cheng Yanxia's complexion changed slightly, and she grabbed Mingyu's hand and easily helped him up.

Mingyu was awakened by the big movement.Sensing that someone was pulling him, he struggled as if frightened and withdrew his hand.The strength was great, but on the contrary, it made me staggered and couldn't stand still.

Cheng Yanxia withdrew her hand and glanced at the one who was bold enough to take a photo.

The man blushed, quickly withdrew his hand, and walked away immediately.

"woke up?"

"Then let's go to the hospital."

Cheng Yanxia had a solemn face, looking unhuman.

Mingyu's eyes were watery, and his head was so dizzy that he could barely turn.Seeing that it was Cheng Yanxia, ​​he took a step forward with attachment, and hit his head directly on his generous shoulder.

"My husband... I feel bad..." Mingyu whimpered softly, like the meow of a kitten.Listening to fragility hits people's hearts.

"Stop shaking me."

Lifting his arms weakly to catch Cheng Yanxia's waist, his blushing face was raised up, directly exposed in Cheng Yanxia's eyes.

Seeing that he didn't move, Mingyu tried to climb onto Cheng Yanxia's body with teary eyes: "Uncomfortable..."

Cheng Yanxia's eyes touched the helpless person, and she suddenly turned her eyes away.

After a while, Cheng Yanxia pinched his face and pulled him, then hugged him horizontally.

The Adam's apple rolled a few times, and the boy's voice was dim: "Who is the husband, you have misunderstood the person."

The brain that received the signal was full for half a beat, and he realized that this was still high school, and he didn't recognize himself.

Headache and brain fever, coupled with suffocation after hearing what he said.With a flick of the paw, it slapped Cheng Yanxia's face.

"Stinky Cheng Yanxia! I don't recognize me anymore!"

The author says:

Cheng Yanxia: Hit me!

楉楉: Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu The smelly man doesn't remember me!