Special gene development monitoring

Matthew monologue

I love Mom and Dad, Mac.

And my Mia.

My mother always looks at me with a worried face, I know this, but I am already 5 years old.

I actually want to hug them the way other peers hug their parents, but I don't want to be touched and they know that, especially Dad.

That feeling was annoying and awkward, as if ants were crawling on me.

But the Mac doesn't care.She can touch me if she wants to, hold my hand, kiss my cheek and wipe my drool, whether I like it or not.

I was wise not to hold her until she could walk, or she would have pissed on me.

Mac acted like a spoiled parent as much as possible, staying in their arms and refusing to come out, looking as if she wanted to move her own kennel into their arms, so tired that mother started hugging father's legs in a hurry, both of them Work started to pester me, so I had no choice but to take her to find Mia, otherwise I don't know what troubles will come up.

As for the nest, she put all available fabrics and plush toys on the ground and made a circle around the city, and slept there at night.This is the conclusion she came to after watching the swallows build their nests.She said she wanted to be like her friends (the nest of swallows under the eaves) and invite them to visit her.She is so naughty!You must know that once she had a sudden whim, she tore her bed sheet into strips and tied them up, planning to slip them down through the window, and shouted that this was her understanding and practice of theroadlessstraveled (another way), and she blinked and asked We praise her for her adventurous spirit.

Mom would love to lock her in a box, or turn her into a Sleeping Beauty and let her sleep until she grows up.

Uncle Jerry always teases me every time, "Hey, little guy, don't get Mia's idea!"

I don't want to either.

Life is boring.At least, that's what I think.

Don't understand why those people are dying of joy or crying over little things, when in fact it's nothing.

Apart from books, there seemed to be nothing to pass the time, and I was even bored every day, as if a big stone had been crushed in my heart, and I couldn't breathe.

Mia and I are just ordinary neighbors.Neighbors who have a better relationship will invite each other to have dinner or have afternoon tea together. Uncle Jerry doesn't dare to come casually, but Aunt Sarah can.As for afternoon tea, mother has no time.She said she'd rather waste the time playing brain-dead games than hanging out with boring jerks, except Aunt Sarah.

Later, I gradually understood what it means to hate a woman in a boudoir.There are less than ten households in this area, but a few times, women's hysterical shouts and quarrels can be clearly heard.Those women were abandoned by their husbands.

I'm more sensitive to sound, and my mood during those two days couldn't have been worse!

On the second day after I didn't get enough sleep, I lay under the tree, hoping to sleep until night, catch up on sleep, and not have to think hard about what was wrong with me.

It may be that the physiological balance has been broken and the pressure of the surrounding air has been further reduced, and I am about to collapse!

Pulling out of my pocket the double-edged blade that I had thrown away a few days ago, I have a strange feeling that this will help.

I took that thing and slowly made a cut on my numb index finger, and the bright red blood flowed out immediately.

Those depressed emotions seemed to flow out of this small wound immediately...

I let out a breath, and suddenly there were some strange voices behind me. I looked back and found that Mia was hugging the tree trunk that blocked half of her body, staring at me curiously.

My heart sank violently.

I know this is not normal.Of course I don't want anyone to know!

But when she saw my finger, her blue eyes opened slightly, and she trotted over, rummaging through her pockets bewilderedly.

I wonder what she's up to.

She suddenly squatted down, with a heroic expression on her face, grabbed my finger and put it in her mouth.

My heart skipped a beat.The slightly cool temperature in my mouth was transmitted to my heart through my fingers, dispelling the dryness and heat.She even licked it with the tip of her tongue.

My face started to get hot...

"Stop the bleeding like this." She smiled brightly, and my eyes were forced to stick to her lips, and I couldn't move them away.

I didn't feel any discomfort for a few days in a row, and it can even be said that all these things disappeared in the next few days... My mind gradually shifted to Mia, and there was always a feeling of satisfaction similar to joy in my heart, especially It was when I was in school that I saw Mia standing across the road with a small pink schoolbag on her back and waving desperately to me, her brows and eyes were full of sunshine, "Hey, Matthew, good morning! Let's go to the school bus together!" Then he trotted over to pull me hand dragged me forward.

Her hands are dry and warm, like her, a little sun.I gently, trying not to let her notice, slightly bent my fingers, so that they could be clasped on her palm, in case my hand slipped out of her hand.

I want to see her every day.Even before going to school, I would look across the road from the window next to the gate to see if she came out, and if she came out, did she look around for my shadow.

She doesn't disappoint me every time, which is great!

Dad found out.He stood right behind me and saw my little movements.

My face started to get hot.

But he just squatted in front of me, straightened my collar, and pressed a kiss on my forehead.

I am so happy!

I always thought they would be disappointed by my eccentric dislike of being touched.

They love me!

From then on, every time Mac acted like a baby to them, I would take the opportunity to stand next to them, and they would hug me together.My mother would eat my tofu in a disguised form, and he said that I was like my father when he was a child, and then he kept kissing me.

Occasionally, when he took me to buy books, my father would hold my hand, because I insisted on leaving by myself and not letting him hug me.In the past, I would shake his hand away because I subconsciously thought it was offensive to be touched, but now I find that it feels good to be held, and it is not as annoying as I thought.Playing at Mia's house, occasionally when I come back late, I will see my father waiting on the lawn. When he sees me, he will directly grab my feet and carry me home backwards, or hold me between his arms, and hit me hard twice. my ass.

I love the closeness.

I'm like my father, I don't talk much.

My mother told me that my father reshaped the battlefields of the Civil War when he was a child. Because of this, I also made a sand table of the Civil War. The soldiers and trees were all handmade, and I even painted them.Dad will also help me, and I will take this time to let him tell me this history, and he will squat beside me and use these soldiers to restore their tactics to me.

Listening to him talk is much more interesting than reading a book!

I wanted to know everything about my parents, and I was determined to read all the books on their shelves.

sky!They know so much!Just ask them any question in the book and they will be able to list the cause and effect, and they can also speak vividly and interestingly.They also told me that books are just a perspective to understand the world, and that the field of interest should be practiced by oneself.

Since then, I don't like holding books all the time. On the contrary, I started to make like-minded friends.

I don't like school very much, it's boring, I already know those things, and I can even do better than them.But since meeting Paul and John, it seems that life has become a little more interesting. They are smarter and more mature than other children, and they don’t do stupid things like poking a hornet’s nest or tying frogs to firecrackers to light them, and they don’t buy Playboy magazines secretly. Hide under the mattress.We even made a remote control yacht together, the horsepower is much more than those expensive products on the market, the yacht toy can swim in the pool for 30 minutes with a brand new battery, but ours can swim for 43 minutes. Uncle Jerry witnessed our experiments and even wanted to accept us as students, provide all research and development materials, and shouted that the best electronic motherboard plus the best operating carrier is equal to the sky.Of course, he only dared to stand outside my house and call Dad, and then went in to talk to him about it after getting permission.

I don't care about money, I just want to make the best stuff.

As long as Mom and Dad are at home, I will take Mac to find Mia knowingly.Kissing is supposed to be uninterrupted, even though I love seeing them together so sweetly.But they seemed much quieter when they were together than Uncle Jerry and Aunt Sarah.A few times we went to visit Mia and passed their master bedroom which sounded like a war.

Later I found out what they were doing.

Because I want to do the same to Mia.

But I don't want to take the initiative.

I'm afraid of scaring her away.

But this idea seems redundant.

Mia is growing up day by day, becoming more and more beautiful, with blond hair and blue eyes, as warm as the winter sun.She's very popular with boys, but I know she only likes me.Because every time I button my shirt she's watching my fingers and drooling, just like mom watching dad do it.In fact it seemed like she was looking straight at my every move.

But you can't always sell your luster. I think she likes everything about me and will never leave me.

It seems a bit much for me.

No, it's not much at all.

Mom and Dad are like this!Their every move tells me forever that this thing does exist.

We were 16, and one summer night, Mia called me out of the blue and said she wanted to give me something.The two of us were lying under the big tree as before, and Mia was lying next to me. While I was watching the twinkling fireflies in the tree and feeling the joy filled in my heart, her hand slowly grasped Hold me, and hold my fingers together.

My heart trembled, anticipation and slight fear made me want to get rid of it directly.

Then I heard Mia take a deep breath.

"Matthew, I. vehadacrushonyousinceIfirstsawyou (I fell in love with you the first time I saw you)."

Accompanied by the weight of half of her body pressing on me and the slightly cool and sweet tip of her tongue breaking into my mouth.

I slowly put my hands on her neck and pressed her face against mine.

Mia, Mia... (You are mine, you are mine...)

The author has something to say:

Readers want Matthew extra~~~~~

Because he wants Matthew and Charlie to be "carved out of the same mold", he must have this "special (perverted)" process.This is not a vicious cycle of genetics.remember? Charlie knows his son, and he will guide Matthew.It's just that when Charlie started working on it (taking him to the lab) Matthew's interest had shifted to Mia...

Desires can be adjusted or transferred. The father adjusts (becoming a forensic doctor) and then transfers (tosses Jane), while the son directly transfers to Mia.