owe you

Jie thought about living a good life in the future, but she didn't expect Zhang Xuejun to leave him so early.

Tan Xiaofei let go of his hand, and placed it on top of his head instead, stroking his hair to calm his emotions.

Tan Xiaofei turned his head to look at the photo on the tombstone, and said word by word, "Sixth Master, you can rest assured that Xiaobo will be handed over to me. I, Tan Xiaofei, swear in front of you that I will treat Xiaobo well and never let him suffer. Wronged."

Zhang Xiaobo was amused by his words, and punched him, "Don't make such a mess, my dad won't do it."

In fact, only the deceased person in front of him knows whether he will accept it or not. How can anyone be a father who is sincerely kind to his son?

The two of them walked down the mountain, Zhang Xiaobo still didn't seem to have recovered from the emotion just now, his nose was red, he grabbed Tan Xiaofei's hand, "We have to go to see Aunt Xia some other day, because you have been living in my house for the past six months. I didn’t dare to let her come over, and I only visited her a few times, it’s really unfilial.”

Tan Xiaofei looked at his annoyed look, and said with a smile, "We will honor her together from now on."

Zhang Xiaobo never thought that he would be attracted to a man so much in his life. He looked at Tan Xiaofei whose hair had grown back into black hair in the past six months. The way it was when we first met years ago.

Zhang Xiaobo's heart was beating so fast that he couldn't slow down. He seemed to believe that this man was the one he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.

He stood on a step higher than Tan Xiaofei, looked at him from top to bottom, then stretched out his hands, held his face, looked straight into his eyes, "Tan Xiaofei, why are you so kind to me?"

"because I love you."

"Then why are you so gentle?"

"It's still because I love you."

"How many layers of truth and how many layers of fakeness are there in this tenderness?"

"Mixed."

"Which half is true and which half is false?"

"What is true to you is half true, and the half to others is false."

Zhang Xiaobo rolled his eyes with a smile, closed his eyes, and slowly and reverently pressed his lips to Tan Xiaofei's.