Adoption relationship

"I hurt...I'm sick...you know?"

Xiang Weiding stared at Zhang Jian'an in a daze, and choked up his own pain. He wanted to be comforted, but he didn't dare to expect comfort at all.

After waiting for a long time without an answer, Xiang Weiding slowly withdrew his hand, knowing that Zhang Jianan would really sleep until the next day like every time he was drunk, took off his shoes, climbed into the bed, and hugged Zhang Jianan gently on his side, Leaning her head gently on Zhang Jian'an's arms, listening to his heartbeat, she shed tears silently.

Xiang Weiding didn't understand what happened to him today, he just felt that he was getting more and more unable to control his behavior, he was afraid, he was afraid, what if... one day he really did something, would he really be punished? Zhang Jian'an is completely disgusted?Thinking of this possibility, Xiang Weiding began to tremble again, and opened his mouth. He wanted to call Zhang Jianan, wanted to make sure that this person was still by his side, but he still didn't know what to call as usual...

Zhang Jian'an's name lingered in Xiang Weiding's heart, and for a long time, he opened his lips to Weiding and called softly, as if tentatively: "An?"

Zhang Jianan, who was sleeping, naturally would not refute, and of course he did not agree, but Xiang Weiding automatically agreed to the title in front of Zhang Jianan.

"Ann, Ann, Ann... Ann..."

Xiang Weiding yelled over and over again, and slowly exerted force around Zhang Jianan's waist to make the two bodies stick closer together. Then he didn't dare to make any other movements, yelling, yelling, like "An" It was as if the word could make him feel at ease.

"Ann, don't ever hate me, never let me go, I have nothing, I only have you..."

"Ann, I...I don't want to be like this...but I can't control myself...I want...I miss you, I miss everything about you, I want to be close to you, I want to never have to separate..."

"Ann, am I ugly? Am I doing something wrong? But I really don't want to have a girlfriend, I really don't want to have anyone else... Only you, only you by my side..."

"Ann, Ann, I don't do anything, we live like before, eat together every day, go out together, I... I don't think about anything, I don't do anything... Can I always live like before? Don't be separated... ..."

After a while, Xiang Weiding looked at the sleeping Zhang Jian'an again in pain, and said contradictoryly: "But...An, sometimes I really want to touch you, think about it, I...I don't do other things , just touch you, kiss you, okay?"

Trembling, he lightly touched Zhang Jian'an's lips with his lips, and murmured: "It's just like this, just like this, okay? Okay..."

what is love?

Darling, what is it?

Xiang Weiding never differentiated his feelings for Zhang Jian'an, he felt that there was no need to distinguish at all, he had no family, no relatives, no lovers in his life, only Zhang Jian'an, Zhang Jian'an represented the people in his life. All of him is all of him, so, do we still need to distinguish?

Now Xiang Weiding is very thankful that he has never called Zhang Jianan "Dad" before, but Zhang Jianan still likes to call him "son" occasionally. A wonderful sense of belonging, he is the son of Zhang Jianan... family...

When Zhang Jian'an called the word "son", he didn't pronounce it dryly, but rather tactfully, as if he had turned a few times in his chest before spitting it out. Even now Xiang Weiding likes it very much, which means that Jian'an's feelings for him, but...he is not satisfied with this, he not only wants Zhang Jian'an's pure feelings for his family, but now he also wants other things.

But those other things, is he able to ask for it?Is he qualified to ask for it?

Xiang Weiding hated himself, hated his greed, Zhang Jianan gave him everything, why would he want more?

Zhang Jian'an often told him, "You can't always think about getting something for nothing. What you want to get, you have to pay what you want, and exchange it at the same price." This is teaching him the principles of life. In exchange for earnestness and concentration, skill is what he exchanged with sweat and scars, but what about feelings?Can it really be exchanged for feelings?

Even if it can be exchanged, how much affection does Xiang Weiding need to exchange?

Zhang Jianan gave him a new life. Everything he has now is given by Zhang Jianan. He feels that he belongs to Zhang Jianan. What can he exchange with Zhang Jianan?

"An... Ann..."

Xiang Weiding rested his head on Zhang Jianan's head, put his face against his, and kept saying this word, softly and softly, as if he was afraid of disturbing something...

It was already dark outside the window, and Xiang Weiding's mood gradually calmed down with the passage of time, but he didn't want to move, he cherished the hug now, the intimate hug is something that he would never even dare to think about Hugging each other, no matter whether he is leaning in Zhang Jianan's arms or Zhang Jianan is leaning in his arms, this kind of hug is something that Zhang Jianan dare not even hope for when he is sober.

Maybe... that's okay, it's not bad, at least he's by his side, getting along day and night, and there's no need to separate, maybe he should be satisfied just like that!

Besides, what if you are not satisfied?

After thinking for a while, Xiang Weiding suddenly raised a hand in front of his eyes, opened it, and it was empty...

He thought, the future is still too far away, should he let himself have something first?

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Early in the morning, when Zhang Jianan woke up, his mind was still groggy, and his body was weak after a hangover. He found that the clothes on his body had been changed, rubbed his forehead, Zhang Jianan got out of bed, and just opened the door, there was a fresh scent It just came out.

"Are you up? I think you should be awake by now. I just cooked light vegetable porridge, and it will make your stomach feel better after drinking it." Xiang Weiding said when he heard a voice coming from the kitchen.

"Hehe, okay." Zhang Jianan chuckled lightly, his son was always so considerate.

When eating breakfast, Zhang Jianan stroked his lips and chin with his hands from time to time, with a puzzled and thoughtful expression, and asked Weiding nervously, "What's wrong?"

"Oh, it's nothing, I just feel a little weird." Zhang Jianan frowned slightly and asked, "Weiding, do you see what I have grown?"

"How...how could it be, maybe it's just an illusion!" Xiang Weiding smiled reluctantly, last night he carefully applied ice to the traces that he made, and they were no longer visible.

"Well, it might be an illusion. When I washed my face just now, I looked in the mirror and there was nothing wrong with it." Zhang Jianan nodded in agreement, and then smiled at his own sensitivity.

"Eat quickly, your work time is coming soon." Xiang Weiding pointed to the wall clock in the living room, not wanting to continue this topic.