Seduce a shy loyal dog

that pride

Before Zhou Lang came, Song Yirong had already taken a shower, and the dirty clothes were thrown in the washing machine ahead of time. After the clothes were dried, the beeping sound of the ending sounded tirelessly.

The gluey atmosphere between the two has the tendency to be broken.

Song Yirong's upper body was a little stiff from being hugged, he raised his head slightly and said, "It's okay."

Zhou Lang said sullenly: "It's ok..."

Song Yirong rubbed his hair and got out of Zhou Lang's arms, "Do you want an apple?"

Zhou Lang followed him step by step and said, "Eat a little."

Song Yirong went into the kitchen to peel apples for him, the kitchen lamp hit Song Yirong softly on his back, the silk pajamas reflected water-like luster, and his skin was like jade.

On the protruding bone of the wrist, a small mole was shining, and the water flowed through the wrist, and then fell into the sink. Song Yirong washed the apples, and cut out circles of beautiful flowers with a fruit knife.

Zhou Lang didn't look at Apple, his eyes were tightly bound by the little mole, and he couldn't move an inch.

Song Yirong cut the peeled apple in half, picked a half-sized one and handed it to Zhou Lang. Zhou Lang's eyes were burning hot, but his hands were hanging by his side, motionless.

Song Yirong looked at him for a while, then shook his wrist and said, "Take it."

Zhou Lang raised his hand clumsily, raised it halfway, and then retracted it abruptly. The moment he retracted it, his eyelids lifted, and he looked at Song Yirong.

Song Yirong only felt the bones of his wrist warm up, and then lowered his head, Zhou Lang's lips pressed against his wrist, and kissed him lightly.

"What's the matter?" Song Yirong tried his best to make his tone appear calm, so that he could barely restrain the rapid heartbeat at that moment.

"You have a small mole on your wrist." Zhou Lang raised his eyes slowly, took the half of the apple while holding Song Yirong's wrist, "I really want to kiss you."

Song Yirong turned his face to the shadow cast by the top cabinet, and whispered, "I want to kiss everything."

"I don't know," Zhou Lang looked straight at him, there was no impurity in his eyes, and he looked very pure, "Maybe it's because of you."

Song Yirong's ears were completely red, and the skin on his wrist was scalding, "Stop talking, eat an apple."

Zhou Lang twitched the corner of his mouth lightly, "Oh, good."

After work, they went straight to Song Yirong's house, and when Zhou Lang returned to his home, they had already eaten dinner, Fang Wenxiu pouted at the table, "When you haven't seen me for a long time, let's eat first."

Zhou Dahe stared at Zhou Lang for a while, and asked in a rough voice, "Where did you go? You ran out so anxiously that you didn't return home."

Fang Wenxiu asked from the side: "Did you go to Xiao Song's house next door?"

Zhou Lang was silent for a while, then nodded, "Yeah."

Fang Wenxiu said: "Making more friends is not a bad thing."

Zhou Dahe glanced at him coldly and said nothing.

The food on the table is covered with a cover, and it can be eaten as soon as it is warmed up.

Zhou Lang sat alone at the table, eating quietly, the moon was already high outside, and only the moonlight was shining quietly by the window.

Zhou Dahe passed by the living room and took a deep look at Zhou Lang's direction. His right hand was disabled and he couldn't do heavy work, so he could only barely put a towel on it, while his left hand was carrying a bucket full of water. He looked back and Zhou Dahe turned to go out. up.

Zhou Lang felt Zhou Dahe's gaze, but he didn't turn his head. He just stuffed food into his mouth silently, and there was only the slight sound of bowls and chopsticks colliding on the table.

In this silent night, it seemed particularly abrupt.

Zhou Lang knocked on the door and went in. In the master bedroom, only Fang Wenxiu was there, wearing reading glasses and sewing Zhou Dahe's trousers.

Hearing the movement, she slowly raised her head, took off her reading glasses and put them on the bedside table, "Lang, what's the matter?"

"Mom," Zhou Lang took out the prepared red envelope and handed it to Fang Wenxiu, "This month's salary is paid, you keep it."

The red envelope looked quite thick, but Fang Wenxiu pushed it, but still refused: "Tsk, you child, are you afraid that I don't have money to use? Take it yourself."

Seeing that Fang Wenxiu didn't pick it up, Zhou Lang put the red envelope directly beside her reading glasses and said, "I have enough."

Fang Wenxiu glanced at Zhou Lang up and down, and talked about the commonplace topic, "Have you got a girlfriend, can you give mom a letter."

"Old Tan from the village next door has a grandson in his arms," ​​Fang Wenxiu murmured, "I just hope that you will have a family..."

"I don't want to get married too early." Zhou Lang was silent for a while before speaking.

The smile on Fang Wenxiu's face suddenly faded, she put Zhou Dahe's torn trousers aside, and said, "Mom won't force you, but you have to show me some hope."

Zhou Lang's face was slightly condensed, and he evaded: "Yes."

Zhou Dahe watered the plants and trees in the yard, and took a shower before entering the room. As soon as he entered, he was confronted with the stalemate between the two.

He didn't participate in the last topic, but just said: "It's getting late, go to bed when you're sleepy."

Zhou Lang said, "Well, I'm going out."

Zhou Lang opened the door and left, Fang Wenxiu was leaning on the head of the bed, looking at his back, feeling a little dazed, Zhou Dahe was sleeping on the other side with his back to her, silent.

The room was astonishingly quiet, the wind outside was howling, the curtains fluttered high and hit the window sill, Zhou Dahe fell silent, closed the window, and then lay down again.

Fang Wenxiu turned her head and asked, "Zhou Dahe, are you in no hurry?"

"Is it urgent?" Zhou Dahe's voice was deep.

"It's useless..." Fang Wenxiu's voice weakened, "Our family still owes so much debt, which girl would be willing."

Zhou Dahe turned over and looked at the ceiling, also lost in thought.

He hasn't had a dream for a long time, but today he had a long and deep dream.

In the dream, he was lying on a hospital bed with a tube in his nose. There was a person sitting in front of him. His face was green and his shoulders hadn't grown yet, but his eyes were firm.

He couldn't speak, but the boy in front of him who hadn't even grown any hair swore to him: "Dad, don't worry, I will pay off the debt."

He was in so much pain that he was unconscious. Even in his dream, his limbs were in pain. Just before he lost consciousness, he heard the other party speak again.

"Our family will be fine. At worst, I will go to work, and I won't let my mother suffer..."

Time waits for no one, in the blink of an eye, so many years have passed.

For his son, Zhou Dahe always felt guilty.

But more, it is the pride that has never been said.

The author says:

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