Adoptive Father Code

Bian Sheng didn't say a word until they got off the car, the two entered the house in silence, and a servant took Ye Moxiu's coat as soon as they entered.

Aunt Zhang was still busy in the kitchen, when she heard the sound of the door opening, she wiped her hands and came out. When she saw Ye Moxiu, a smile appeared on her face: "I'm back."

Then when he saw Bian Sheng, he panicked, "What's wrong with your face, you're hurt, I'll give you some medicine."

Bian Sheng casually threw his schoolbag on the sofa, avoiding Aunt Zhang's hand: "It's all right, no need to take medicine."

Aunt Zhang withdrew her hand in embarrassment: "Go and wash your hands, you can eat right away."

When Biansheng came out after washing his hands, Ye Moxiu was already sitting at the table and started eating: "I haven't eaten Aunt Zhang's cooking for a month, I miss it so much."

"Then you eat more." Aunt Zhang said.

Bian Sheng also sat down, and the two father and son still had nothing to say.Ye Moxiu glanced at it several times from the corner of his eye, but Bian Sheng didn't respond at all, he held the dish expressionlessly, and then ate it with an expression on his face.

Anyway, Ye Moxiu had nothing to do with this son, he glanced back and forth between Cai and Biansheng, and then put a chicken wing in Biansheng's bowl: "Why don't you eat chicken wings, isn't this your favorite? ?”

Bian Sheng was taken aback, looked at the chicken wings in the bowl, and then slowly raised his head: "This is not an example."

Ye Moxiu was stunned for a second, and then realized that Bian Sheng was talking about smoking, so he nodded helplessly: "Okay, let's not make an example."

The haze on Bian Sheng's face dissipated, and his interest in eating seemed to have greatly increased. He ate four of the six chicken wings raw.

Aunt Zhang, who was standing by the side, was all smiles: "Oh, it's different now that Dad is here, and my appetite has improved."

Bian Sheng stopped eating, glanced at Ye Muxiu, and wanted to say something, but in the end he just opened his mouth and didn't say anything, but Ye Muxiu understood the meaning of the words, put down his chopsticks and asked: " Why, I'm not here, didn't he have a good meal?"

Aunt Zhang nodded: "That's right, I just take two bites like this every day, and then stop eating. I don't listen to what I say, saying that I have no appetite. How can I eat a little at this tall age."

Bian Sheng swallowed the last mouthful of rice in the bowl: "I'm drinking milk."

Ye Moxiu: "What's the use of drinking milk, why don't you eat well?"

Bian Sheng pursed his lips, and gently placed the chopsticks on the table: "I have no appetite..."

Ye Moxiu's tone was a little serious, but only a little bit: "Why don't you have an appetite?"

"You're not here." Bian Sheng said, "You're not here, the house is empty. Alone, no appetite."

Ye Moxiu laughed a little angrily: "Aren't Aunt Zhang here? Aren't they all here? Why are you alone?"

Bian Sheng raised his head and looked at Ye Moxiu, his eyes were fixed: "You are different, they are not you." After a while, he added, "You are here, this is a home."

After speaking, he stood up, picked up the schoolbag on the sofa and went upstairs, leaving Ye Muxiu alone looking at Bian Sheng's back in a daze, wondering if it was an illusion, Ye Muxiu saw loneliness in Bian Sheng's back two words.It wasn't until he was out of sight that he leaned heavily on the back of the chair and let out a sigh.

Obviously just a 15-year-old child, it is my illusion.Ye Muxiu thought.

"In an hour, bring him a glass of milk..." Ye Moxiu paused, "Forget it, I'll deliver it to him later. After cleaning today, go and rest."

Ye Moxiu went to the study room and dealt with the affairs of the company. When everything was done, he looked up and saw that it was already ten o'clock. The sky outside was already dark, without even a little moonlight.

Ye Moxiu found out later that since Biansheng entered junior high school, he seemed to have ignored him, even a small glass of milk.

He turned his neck a little uncomfortably, and the soreness eased a lot. He closed the computer, stood up, and when he passed by the side student's room, he heard some movement inside, so he went downstairs to give it to him. He warmed up a glass of milk and took some medicine by the way.

Ye Moxiu came to the door with warm milk and knocked on the door: "Bian Sheng..."

After a while, there was the sound of a stool moving inside, and then the door opened with a "click" sound. He looked at him with wet hair, and then his eyes fell on the milk he was holding in his hand. His expression was slightly unnatural, he raised his head and asked in surprise: "What's wrong?"

Ye Moxiu smiled and squeezed in from Bian Sheng.While walking, he said, "I'll bring you milk, it's just warmed up, why don't you take a shower and dry your hair?"

Bian Sheng closed the door and went into the room, picked up the milk on the table, and drank it with his head raised.

He just sat down and wanted to continue doing his homework, but Ye Moxiu slapped him, "I'll help you with the medicine." After speaking, he didn't wait for the side student to refuse, and pinched his chin to disinfect him carefully.

Bian Sheng was so angry that he didn't dare to take a breath, he didn't move, his eyes looked at Ye Muxiu who was close at hand, so close that he could see the faint stubble on his chin.

Even though he had already drank a large glass of milk, Bian Sheng still felt his throat was dry, he swallowed with difficulty, and then exhaled slowly tremblingly and gently.

Time passed by, Ye Moxiu put down the cotton swab in his hand, looked at Biansheng with blood red eyes in front of him: "What's wrong with your eyes? So red."

Bian Sheng shook his head: "Maybe I've been reading for too long."

Ye Moxiu stood up: "Come on, I'll blow your hair for you."

"Will you play for me?" Bian Sheng asked in disbelief, his tone sounded a little too cautious to Ye Moxiu, and he couldn't help feeling a little distressed.

"Let's go." Ye Moxiu said.

The two came to the bathroom together, Bian Sheng was standing in front of the sink, Ye Moxiu was blowing the hair dryer on Bian Sheng's hair, and the other hand was gently teasing Bian Sheng's hair.

"You jump up pretty fast." Ye Moxiu's voice, mixed with the noisy mechanical sound of the hair dryer, could not be heard very clearly.

Bian Sheng didn't answer, just stared at the person in the mirror.

Ye Moxiu lowered his head, brushing his hair with one hand, his eyelashes were so long that his eyelashes were lowered, they were as thick as a thin line of eyeliner.

The light on the sink illuminated half of his face white, changing brightness with his swaying body, like a soft light filtered on his face.

"I've been ignoring you too much recently. I'm here to apologize. I'm just busy with work. After that, I won't be on any long-distance business trips for a long time. I will come to pick you up every day."

The sound of the hair dryer stopped abruptly, and the small space was only left with the residual heat left by the hair dryer, and the sentence, I will come to pick you up every day.

Bian Sheng was a little dazed, turned around and asked in confirmation, "Really?"

Ye Moxiu nodded: "Really..."

In Bian Sheng's heavy eyes, there was finally something shiny.In the next second, he threw himself into Ye Moxiu's arms, tightly wrapping his arms around his waist. Ye Moxiu was knocked backwards and forwards by him, and he didn't stabilize his body until he hit the door.

Bian Sheng buried his whole face on Ye Moxiu's neck, and whispered, "Ye Moxiu, I really miss you. It's been a month, and you've left me here for a month."

Ye Moxiu looked at Biansheng's hairy head, and a shallow laugh came out, and through his slightly vibrating chest, it reached Biansheng's ears, and he patted Biansheng's back: "You're still too old to be coquettish. You can’t call me dad, you can’t call me uncle, you have to call me by my name, it doesn’t matter if it’s big or small.”

Bian Sheng turned his ears off, and sniffed the scent that belonged to Ye Muxiu greedily and cautiously.It took a long time to let go, and the look has returned to the original.

Ye Moxiu followed Biansheng out, saw that he had returned to his seat, took out his pen and began to write, Ye Moxiu glanced at the time and it was almost 10:30: "Do you still have to do your homework?"

Bian Sheng: "There is still mathematics to be written."

"Do you want me to accompany you?" Ye Muxiu propped his hands on the table, and lowered his body a little, a thick shadow fell on Bian Sheng's test paper, "The handwriting is much prettier than mine. "

Bian Sheng leaned back, getting closer to Ye Moxiu: "I'll finish writing soon. You've been tired all day, go and rest."

Ye Muxiu hummed, because Ye Moxiu kept his body down, and this monotonous syllable was so close to Bian Sheng's ears that the voice sounded extraordinarily low, with the unique heaviness of an adult man.Bian Sheng was dazed, and by the time he realized it, Ye Muxiu had already left the room.

Bian Sheng sat for a long time before his beating heart gradually calmed down. He looked at the test paper in front of him, still holding the pen in his hand, but his thoughts had already drifted away with Ye Moxiu's departure.

He seemed to have tasted the sweet rain and dew suddenly, he wanted more, not only Ye Moxiu's hug, his voice, his concern, everything about him, he wanted everything, including his love, everything about him want to.