The lost beauty

Just when Wei Jin fell into an unbelievable shock, Mo Yufeng suddenly woke up and grabbed his hand, "Jin'er, are you back?"

"I...you should rest first!" For a while, Weijin didn't know how to deal with this sudden change, and was a little at a loss.

"Jin'er, didn't you always call me 'Daddy' in my dreams? You're angry with me again, right?" Mo Yufeng lay down and closed his eyes after speaking, smacking his lips and going back to sleep.

It turned out that it was just Mo Yufeng's dream talk after waking up from a hangover, but Wei Jin felt very uncomfortable when she heard it, her nose was sour, her eyes were astringent, and tears flowed down uncontrollably.

He would never have dreamed of all that happened today, all the things that he thought would not change and would not turn around had turned upside down.

The person he loves has always been silently loving himself;

The person he longs for is always in the place closest to him;

The person he wanted to give up, but happened to walk into the deepest part of his heart at this time, making him unable to let go...

Mo Weijin was in a mess, completely falling into an inextricable mess and unable to extricate herself.

The next day, at dawn, Mo Yufeng woke up in a dizzy dizziness, and fumbled to turn on a lamp on the bedside table.

He rubbed his temples, tilted his head, and was slightly surprised to find that Wei Jin was lying on his bedside.

Last night, Wei Jin waited for Mo Yufeng to hang up the two bottles of water, and did not fall asleep until one or two o'clock in the night. He slept soundly, his mouth was slightly pursed, and he let out a regular and coordinated slight snorting sound.

Mo Yufeng just looked at his son's sleeping face quietly like this. It's been a long time since he took a good look at his son.

When he was watching Weibo a few days ago, he also saw a letter written by a primary school student to his father. There was a sentence in the letter that touched him very much: Dad, if you don't stay with me, I will grow up!

No, in the blink of an eye, his Jin'er has grown so big, but he has missed the age when Jin'er needs him most.

He found that Weijin looked very similar to himself, with a high nose bridge, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and even the soft hair was inherited from him. This is probably the magic of blood genes.

The palm of his hand couldn't help rubbing his son's hair. It was fluffy and soft, and it was very comfortable to touch.

Probably felt something, Weijin moved her shoulders slightly, and the brows were gradually relaxed, probably because she had slept for a long time, her hands and feet were numb, Weijin moved slightly to wake up from her sleep.

Mo Yufeng also lay down vigilantly, he probably hasn't figured out how to face his son who is having a cold war with him.

As soon as he opened his eyes, it was dawn, and Wei Jin glanced at Mo Yufeng on the bed. At this time, Mo Yufeng had already opened his eyes and was looking at her?

Mo Weijin rubbed her eyes in confusion, and took another look carefully, ah!Really woke up!

Mo Weijin immediately straightened her body and stood up, her body was unsteady and shaking a little, "You...you're awake! If you still feel uncomfortable, I'll go to the doctor right now...I..."

Mo Yufeng looked at his flustered, cute, and embarrassed son, and his heart seemed to be filled with warmth like sunshine.

Seeing that Wei Jin turned around and ran out, Mo Yufeng grabbed Wei Jin's hand from behind.

The moment the father and son held hands together, they stiffened each other, but quickly returned to warmth, and Mo Yufeng put in more effort to pull Weijin to his side.

"I'm much better, please talk to me!" Mo Yufeng said, and slowly sat up.

Wei Jin quickly supported him, and picked up a pillow to cushion his back.

After finishing all this, Wei Jin silently sat back on the chair beside the bed, not knowing what to say.

My own words seemed to echo that day in my ears.

"I'm sorry, I don't have a father for a long time, I didn't have a father ten years ago..."

Such unscrupulous and hurtful words, thinking about it now, Wei Jin's intestines are green with regret, but the words he said are like water poured out, and the water is hard to take back.

Seeing that Weijin was avoiding him all the time, Mo Yufeng was a little helpless, wondering if Weijin was still angry with him because of that slap that day.

"When did you come back?" Mo Yufeng found a topic to ease the atmosphere.

"last night."

"Watching all night?" Mo Yufeng asked with some distress when he saw the dark circles around Weijin's eyes.

Wei Jin looked up at Mo Yufeng, caught the warmth in the corner of his eyes, and was stunned for a long time before she shifted her gaze, and shook her head dully, "No, I'll sleep right after you hang the water!"

Seeing Weijin's restrained and restrained appearance, Mo Yufeng really wanted to touch his head, or pull him over, and pat his shoulder, but he couldn't do it, and he didn't know how to do it. Very common father-son intimacy.

Taking a closer look at Weijin, not sure if it was an illusion, Mo Yufeng felt that Weijin's face was still a little swollen, as if there were still a few finger prints he had slapped that day.

Mo Yufeng couldn't help but blame himself.

"I was wrong about what happened that day. I was too impulsive. I shouldn't hit you so hard!"

When Mo Yufeng said such words, Wei Jin was so shocked that he could not speak. Mo Yufeng, who always only ordered others, was arrogant and domineering, would even apologize.

"You...you don't need to apologize to me...Actually, this matter...I was also at fault...I shouldn't, I shouldn't..." Mo Weijin panicked, and when he mentioned what happened that day, he should apologize.

"Silly boy! If you are wrong, you are wrong, and you still rush to admit your mistake?" Mo Yufeng looked at his son who was flushed and eager to admit his mistake, and he wanted to laugh. This boy is really painful sometimes.

Hearing what Mo Yufeng said, Wei Jin felt even more how hurtful what he said that day, he stood up from the chair, and knelt down beside Mo Yufeng's bed with a "puff--".

"What are you doing? Get up!" Hearing the sound of landing on the ground, he knew that Weijin's knee was about to hurt, Mo Yufeng ordered with some displeasure.

This child has always been thoughtful, and he keeps it to himself, sometimes Mo Yufeng doesn't know what to do with him.

"I'm sorry! I shouldn't have said such disobedient words that day. If you are angry, you can scold me and beat me up. But, can you stop ruining your body like this, I was wrong!"

"Is it because of this?" Mo Yufeng sighed, "There is no child who does not fight with his parents, not to mention that I have not been a good father in these years. I don't blame you, and I have no right to be serious!"

"No! It's not like that, don't say that, I... I was really wrong... Please don't take it to heart, forgive me this time..." Wei Jin fell silent while speaking, and she lost her voice when she finished speaking Also red.

Hearing this, Mo Yufeng paused in his heart, did Wei Jin actually admit that he was his father?

Mo Yufeng struggled to move his body to help Weijin, "Get up and talk, it's cold on the ground!"

Originally, Mo Yufeng was drunk all night, hung in the water for another night, and his body was still very weak. It took a lot of strength to pull Weijin up. Looking at his son who stood up, he was still out of breath.

At this moment, someone knocked on the door, "Sir, I am Lao Zhang, can I come in?"

"come in!"

Wei Jin went to open the door for Uncle Zhang, and saw that he was holding a bowl of porridge with lean meat and eggs.

"Sir, you have a bad stomach. I specially asked my wife to cook you a bowl of porridge this morning. Try it!" Uncle Zhang brought the porridge to Mo Yufeng.

"Okay, I'll try it!" Mo Yufeng stretched out his hand to pick it up, but his left arm was stuck in the water last night for most of the night, and when he pulled Weijin just now, he used too much force. It's limp and can't exert force.

Standing aside, Wei Jin took all of this into consideration, and he took the first step forward to pick up the porridge on Uncle Zhang's tray, "Your hand is not convenient, let me do it!"

Mo Weijin sat by the bed, picked up the spoon and stirred the porridge in the bowl, while blowing on it with his mouth to cool down.

Uncle Zhang smiled gratifiedly when he saw this scene, "Young master is really sensible! Then you should wait for your father to drink the porridge. I'll come back later and bring the medicine."

"Uncle Zhang, leave this to me, go get busy!" Wei Jin was as gentle as ever.

After Uncle Zhang left, only father and son were left in the room.

Mo Yufeng saw that Wei Jin was so docile and well-behaved, and suddenly felt that he was a little different today, not avoiding him like before, but getting closer to him step by step.

Weijin put spoonful after spoonful into Mo Yufeng's mouth carefully every time. Mo Yufeng ate the porridge fed by his son without saying a word, thinking it was the best porridge he had ever eaten.

Sometimes when the eyes collide, Wei Jin will find that Mo Yufeng's deep eyes are staring at him intently, and sometimes the corners of his mouth will be raised slightly.

Soon the bowl of porridge was bottomed out, but Mo Yufeng still couldn't finish it.

Picking up a tissue beside him and wiping his mouth, Mo Yufeng remembered what had happened again.

"Weijin, can you promise me something?" Mo Yufeng suddenly became serious.

"You say."

"If you really want to go to Chenghai to study, I have no objection, but you must promise me that you will go home on time during the winter and summer vacations." Mo Yufeng made the final concession. Since he can't force him to stay by his side, at least he can't Completely lost Jin'er.

Wei Jin didn't answer immediately, he was silent, originally planned to leave here completely, leave Mo Yufeng, but now it seems that something is quietly changing, Wei Jin didn't know how to answer for a while.

The wall clock in the room rang "tick-tick-tick--", Mo Yufeng's heart began to feel uneasy, and his hands unconsciously grabbed the corner of the bed sheet. Could it be that Jin'er really planned to leave this house for the rest of his life, as he thought?

Finally, Weijin slowly raised her eyes, her watery eyes were shining brightly, "I promise you!"

Every word seemed to have penetrated into Mo Yufeng's heart, and he was completely relieved, "Jin'er, I knew you would not let me down!"

Wei Jin hadn't heard the name "Jin'er" for a long time, except for Mo Yufeng's dream talk last night, Wei Jin would still be involuntarily moved when she heard this title now.

It seems to be back to the age when Mo Yufeng carried him around and played around when he was a child.

At this moment, everything seemed superfluous. For the first time in so many years, the father and son looked at each other and smiled from the bottom of their hearts.