reborn stepfather

"Tsk tsk tsk, disrespecting the old, disrespecting the old." A voice suddenly came from the door, "They are all fathers, and they are acting like a baby with their son, tsk tsk."

Hearing the sound, he turned his head, and saw a person leaning against the door, shaking his head in pain.

I held my forehead weakly: "You don't seem to have the right to accuse me of being old and disrespectful?"

Mrs. Zheng pulled off her mask, and her complexion became much worse, but she still kept smiling: "Hey, I heard that you are fine after the test. I'll come over to cheer you up."

"Thank you very much." I smiled and cupped my fists, feeling very grateful in my heart: Fortunately, I put on my pants just now!

She glanced at the bed: "Are you packing up and getting ready to go?"

I looked back and saw that the movement of picking out clothes just now was a bit loud, and the big cloth bag that my mother asked my second brother to bring was emptied out, and now the bed is full of clothes.

No, there are still a few fat times in it!

I hurriedly rolled up the clothes and piled them aside, and explained: "The nurse said that I can't go back yet, and I need to do a blood test again to confirm that there is no infection. Because I'm going to see my son later, so I deliberately put the clothes on Find it and replace it."

"Oh, yes, you have lived here for a long time, and you need to be checked." Mrs. Zheng smiled, put on her mask and took a few steps back, "Then I'd better stop being happy, if I get infected with you, I will kill you." guilty."

Hearing her say that, I felt so guilty immediately, I waved my hands again and again: "Madam Zheng, that's not what I meant."

"Don't be nervous, I'm not so fragile." She quickly comforted me, and said sternly, "I'm also serious, you can't joke about this kind of thing, you should be careful. In addition, it is not wrong for you to call the child over." Okay, what should I do if I get infected? Children have weak immunity, you should just call him. And you should be able to go home soon, within a few days."

In fact, I know what Mrs. Zheng said, and I have been struggling in my heart, but for some reason, my desire to see him is very strong.Maybe it's because of the dream I had a few days ago, I haven't dared to think deeply these days, did I return to the original world in that dream?

If so, it would be too cruel for both me and Chi Qian.

Only I know about the rebirth, but the relatives who stayed in that world don't know it at all.They can only bear the pain of life and death, and then they don't know how much effort they have to get out.

They don't know that I continue to live in another time and space. For Chi Qian or my parents, death is a parting with no return date.

The cruelest thing is that when someone who means a lot to you disappears, you can't stop loving him immediately, and every time you think about it afterward, the pain is deeper, and sometimes even the longest time can't heal.

Maybe many years later, the wound is no longer painful, and even the memories have become rough, but as long as I think of that person, I can't laugh easily, because the lingering regrets are always firmly stuck in my chest.

I still remember that in my previous life, Li Qiu had just left me.I drank heavily all day long, turned upside down day and night, and whenever I thought of Liqiu, I felt like a very thin knife was cutting back and forth in my heart.On that day, I couldn't help but send a text message to Wei Heng: "What do you think love is?"

In the evening, I received a reply from Wei Heng.

"what is love?"

"It's you who sleep forever under six feet of barren soil, and you can never touch, touch, or hug you. It's the deep affection that lives and dies, but still lives endlessly."

He said so.

Thinking of this sentence, and thinking of Chi Qian who had to live alone in the world, I felt even more sad.

At about [-]:[-], I received a call from my second brother. I carefully adjusted my clothes in front of the mirror and went down to see Chi Qian.

He was wearing a white sweater, dark jeans, carrying a small schoolbag, and was led by his second brother to stand in front of the courtyard.Behind the two are two pulled up yellow isolation lines.

The locked iron gate would not open for me. I walked through the empty courtyard and stopped two or three meters away from him.

He raised his eyes and looked at me quietly.

"A Juan." I opened my mouth only to find that my voice was a little hoarse.

He lowered his eyes, shoved his schoolbag to his chest, and took out a glass jar from it.

He held the pot, put his hands through the iron railing, gently placed it inside the door, and pushed it in my direction.

I looked down at the jar, which was full of paper cranes, the paper cranes he wanted to fold for Li Qiu when he first came to me.

He stood up and said softly: "Dad, I didn't mean not to listen to you."

I moved my lips but made no sound, my throat suddenly became sore and astringent, making it impossible for me to speak a word.

"I just wanted to bring this to you." He looked at me. "I just wanted you to come home early."

There was still some trembling and hesitation when my legs moved forward, but I finally took a few steps forward and squatted down slowly.

Across the cold iron bars, I took his little hand.

It turns out that my Chi Qian is still so young.

"A Juan." I stroked his palm lightly, "Are you afraid?"

He looked down, shook his head, and nodded again.

"I'm not afraid of sexual intercourse, and I'm not afraid of infection."

He buried his head even lower, and I saw his eyes under his eyebrows suddenly turn red: "I'm afraid I'll be alone again."

——I am not afraid of death, I am only afraid of living alone.

The surroundings seemed to suddenly become silent, and even the sound of wind blowing and falling leaves could not be heard, and all sounds disappeared.Chi Qian's suppressed sobs remained in my ears.Before he raised his other hand to wipe away the tears that flowed out, he pressed him into his arms.

"sorry."

I am not leaving without saying goodbye.Finding someone else to take care of you doesn't mean abandoning you.

"Ajuan, I'm sorry."

I've never been smart enough, and I'm terrible at dealing with things emotionally. I didn't know you would be so afraid. I didn't know that there were people who thought I was important.At first, I thought he might just see me as the person responsible for taking care of him, and there can be many such people.

For a person like me who is not good enough and dispensable, with few friends and no wife, the only people I thought would care about my future are my parents who gave birth to me.

In my previous life, more than one person told me that raising a child who wasn't my own is for nothing.This kind of concept that has been instilled all the time has been brought to the present from my previous life. I am sometimes afraid of giving. Material giving is fine, but emotional giving makes me hesitate.Paying too much but not getting so much, this kind of psychological gap is actually very hurtful.

I have paid for one person without reservation, but in the end it was all in vain.

I'm not daring now, only to be rewarded by this kid's unreserved enthusiasm.

I gently stroked the slightly shrugged shoulders.

I'm sorry, but I always find out after a long, long time that you cherish me.

I hope it's still too late for me to wake up now.