reborn stepfather

"It's time to go." A sister of the Wei family poked her head in.

Wei Heng nodded and stood up holding an oversized cardboard box.My sister "wow" for a while: "So many?"

"I can't help it. I've known that guy since kindergarten class." Holding the box with his arms, he followed his sister into the car, and Wei's father was sitting in the driver's seat singing loudly.The elder sister of the Wei family kicked the car door very violently, and Wei's father immediately stopped talking, and turned his head flatteringly: "Have you put away everything? Didn't anyone fall behind?"

There's no way, the older sister in this family has the highest status, I don't know how other older sisters are, anyway, the two men from the Wei family, no one dares to mess with this strong elder sister who is walking like flying up to the sixth floor with a gas tank on her shoulders.

"Put it away, put it away, let's drive." My sister got into the co-pilot and waved her hand impatiently.

There was no place for the trunk, so Wei Heng moved the cardboard box into the back seat.Dad Wei turned around in the Hyundai that his daughter had borrowed from a friend, and drove towards the train station.Wei Heng turned around and went to the house where he lived for five years. This was the house where his sister lived before she married foreign countries and harmed foreign devils, because he was kindly provided for him to live in when he was studying in university.The detached courtyard is specially arranged to look like Nanchuan's home.

This caused him to often have hallucinations, as if he was still in Nanchuan, and Aomori’s shadow could still be seen under the camphor in the yard, standing under the window of his room, calling him to get up over and over again, and then waiting for him to yawn profusely, It floated out of the door like a wandering spirit.

Aomori hurriedly walked in front of him, picking up a branch, bumping it and scraping the wall.

Wei Heng has been lazy since he was a child, and always followed Aomori's shadow with his eyes half open. He was half asleep and could easily bump into a telephone pole, so Aomori would turn back and hold his hand.

The detached house where he lived was gradually blocked, as if something important had been thrown away, the embarrassing soreness in his chest swelled up again, Wei Heng put his hands in his pockets subconsciously, and gently rubbed his half A jade gourd.

It was given to Aomori by him on his birthday a few years ago, and it was smashed on the day of the accident.

"Be careful when you get on the train, and you have to take your backpack with you when you go to the bathroom." My sister turned around and started a daily routine, "And wow, don't eat anything that others give you, especially drinks and cigarettes." What, if the person sitting next to you talks to you, you just have to deal with it, people's hearts are crooked now, don't be fooled by others..."

Although Wei Heng would like to say that he is not a woman, but a man, there is no need to be so careful.But the painful experience in the past told me that it is best not to talk back at this time, and just listen patiently, otherwise my sister will definitely make more endless talk.

Wei Heng said ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Then I couldn't help thinking of Aomori.Wei Heng has been in this state recently, his mind is full of him, and last year's Spring Festival, when the clock struck midnight, amidst the fireworks exploding all over the sky and the sound of firecrackers making eardrums ache, the phone beeped slightly.

"Aheng, I love you~~~"

Wei Heng stared at those three words for a full 3 minutes before returning anxiously: "Did you send it to the wrong person?"

"No, Ah Heng, I'm serious." Almost immediately, the phone vibrated again.Wei Heng could almost imagine Aomori pinching his mobile phone and waiting for a text message. The blue cold light on the screen of the mobile phone slightly illuminated his always smiling face.

Wei Heng didn't know what to reply, and after a while, the phone rang.He was so frightened that he almost wanted to throw the phone out, hesitating again and again, and just about to answer it, the ringtone stopped abruptly in the middle of singing, as if he had exhausted all the courage he mustered up.

Wei Heng felt a little sorry, and replied a stupid text message: "I just went out, I didn't hear the call."

Half a minute later, Aomori said: "Hahaha, are you scared by me? You lost a card game just now, don't be angry, buddy."

Later, Wei Heng was stunned for a long time, but he didn't send it again.

The reason why Wei Heng was in a daze was not Aomori's unhealthy teasing, but the uncontrollable disappointment in his heart.

It would be great if it was true.

But there is still a little difference between the two, no, Wei Heng himself has become different.After that day, Wei Heng often found out Aomori's name, wanted to make a phone call, send him a text message, but felt awkward, and deleted the text message halfway through, and then repeated this motherfucker action n times, no matter what he said. Feeling hopelessly stupid.Had to give up.

"...In short," when Wei Heng heard her sister say these two words, Wei Heng instantly came back to her senses, and she concluded: "You should be more careful when you go back to Nanchuan alone, I really don't know you. The hospital in Yun City is looking for you, why do you turn down the job there because it is so good, although you can save rent by living at home, but the income from painting is not stable at all, so don't cry and beg the director to let you go back!"

At that time, Wei's father hadn't taken office as the mayor of Nanchuan, so he went back at this time, and he was the only one at home.

Wei Heng just smiled and said nothing.How dare he tell her, because Aomori was buried in Nanchuan.

Wei's elder sister is four years older than him, and she has shown amazing strength since she was a child. According to Wei's father, when Wei Heng was young, she once picked up Wei Heng with one hand and used it as a windmill to vomit.Dad had just come back from get off work, and when he opened the door, some vomit splattered in his face as it spun.

The briefcase fell to the ground, and the father stayed directly at the door. The whole living room echoed with Aomori's mournful cries. The poor child witnessed the whole process of the tragedy, but he was powerless to save Wei Heng from the fire. He was still in the kindergarten class. Aomori had nothing to do but cry, this was probably the most out of control time in his life.

Similar things often happened when the sister of the Wei family grew up. In primary school, she beat the deskmate who peeked at her diary with an iron pencil case, and in middle school, she stripped off the clothes of the younger sister who snatched her best friend boyfriend and locked her in the classroom. One night (you can imagine how wonderful the expression of the person who opened the door was when he read in the morning the next day), the high school kicked open the door of the men's room, and dragged out the pervert who sneaked into the girls' dormitory to steal underwear by his hair. , put on lipstick and rouge, put on a bra and short skirt, and throw him on the busy street...

Wei Heng was sent to learn Shaolin boxing by his parents when he was a child, which is also related to my sister's temper, because my mother always looked at Wei Heng worriedly and said, "Ah Heng, I'm sorry, but you were born for your sister to play with." , but you look so weak, what if your sister spoils you..."

Because of this, Wei Heng was very worried, because he had an ominous premonition that the day when he came out in the future would be the day of his death.

Still far away from the train station, Wei Heng decided to recall the encounter between him and Aomori.

Both he and Aomori attended full-time nursery classes. On the first day of school, Wei Heng sat by the green door and cried all day long, leaning against the crack of the door and looking out, hoping to see from the wall painted with rabbits and rainbows. I saw the top of my father's disheveled head.

No matter how much the teacher coaxed or pulled her, little Wei Heng looked at her with big teary eyes, which made her heart twitch, and she could hear the child's sobs: "Teacher, let me go back, you Let me go back."

Later, everyone sat on the small table and shared the biscuits. Wei Heng wanted to eat them at that time, but he was unwilling to leave his post. The child was sensitive and had already realized that this was a conspiracy by the teacher to turn the tiger away from the mountain.So while he was resisting the temptation of the animal biscuits, he hung on to the door helplessly, and the children ignored him, they were all protecting their biscuits and trying to snatch the ones from others.

Wei Heng looked very envious and sad, suddenly a small hand stretched out, inside was a rabbit biscuit dipped in icing sugar.

Aomori, who was wearing a little yellow chicken vest, squatted in front of him, and asked him seriously, "Did your father not want you?"

Wei Heng took the biscuit, nodded with tears in his eyes, and Aomori sighed in a big way: "My mother doesn't want me anymore."

Wei Heng looked at Aomori, and Aomori also tilted his head to look at him, then he smiled with his eyes bent, showing his white teeth, and two dimples appeared at the corners of his mouth.

Wei Heng, who was unable to be coaxed by the female teacher after all her efforts, just forgot to cry.

At this time, a fat female teacher came over pushing two big iron buckets, knocked on the edge of the bucket with an iron spoon, and yelled: "It's lunch, it's lunch!"

As if hearing an air defense siren, Aomori pulled him up nervously: "Hurry up, hurry up, or the stool will be damaged. Fatty fell off yesterday."

Wei Heng was pulled by Aomori and ran to the small dining table, and saw the long snot on Aomori's face fluttering in the wind.

Meals were chaotic, Wei Heng couldn't remember what he ate that year, he only remembered that there were tomatoes, because the little girl sitting next door didn't catch a bite, and splashed it all on her skirt, froze there and didn't dare to move, crying and looking for the teacher The fat man in Aomori's mouth, humming and groaning, buried his head in eating bitterly, licking the small plastic bowl until it was as shiny as the head of the garden, and the only remaining grain of rice stuck to his eyebrows, and he was stretching his teeth vigorously. Long tongue to reach; the boy next to the fat boy was holding the spoon and thinking about something, and the shiny snot flowed into his bowl.

Wei Heng is very good at eating with a spoon at home, because Wei's father has no time to feed him, his sister always feeds him while watching cartoons, and often feeds food into his nose.In the difficult living environment, this hard-working five-year-old child understood early on the principle of making enough food and clothing by himself.

Aomori sat next to him, taking small bites, eating very gracefully.

But when Wei Heng was a child, he didn’t want to be as quiet as he was when he grew up. When he first arrived in a strange environment, he was afraid and awkward, so he was unwilling to be lonely when eating. He suddenly remembered his mission, and started to quarrel again: " Are you going home after eating?"

Aomori turned his head to teach him: "The teacher said not to talk when eating."

Wei Heng lost the spoon and cried loudly: "I want to go home!!!"

Aomori panicked, he felt that he made him cry, and stretched out his small hand to wipe his tears: "Don't cry, I'll give you the biscuits."

Wei Heng cried a little softly, his eyes drifted straight into Aomori's bowl.

Aomori followed his gaze and saw that there was only one spare rib in his bowl, he hesitated, and looked at Wei Heng in embarrassment: "I only have one spare rib, and you have already eaten three of your own."

Wei Heng flattened his mouth and howled again: "I want to go home!"

Aomori had no choice but to reluctantly put the ribs into Wei Heng's bowl.

Wei Heng stopped crying, in fact, he was just howling just now, the corners of his eyes were clean and there were no tears.Aomori watched Wei Heng sipping his pork ribs brazenly, and he also wanted to cry.

When taking a nap, everyone is in a big room, the walls are painted light blue, rows of small wooden beds are next to each other, and their names are pasted on the guardrail.

Wei Heng sat on his bed, grabbed his feet and began to mutter again: "I want to go home."

Aomori learned to be smart, shook off the quilt, lay down obediently, and ignored him.

Wei Heng was probably tired after howling for a long time, so he lay down on the pillow and whispered to Aomori: "My father is the secretary, so it's amazing."

Aomori looked at him through the gap in the guardrail: "What is a secretary?"

"The secretary...the secretary is very powerful." Xue Sijia couldn't say it, but he knew that the secretary was very powerful.

"Isn't the teacher also a good secretary?"

"Of course, it's been said that he is very powerful." Wei Heng pressed his face against the wooden fence, head to head and shoulder to shoulder with Aomori, and he yawned, "What does your father do?"

"I have so many dads, every day is different, I can't count them." Aomori lowered his eyes, and he stared at his neckline, which had a small stain on it.

"Wow, that's not very good." Wei Heng sighed inexplicably.

Aomori didn't think it was good, he even thought it was terrible.Because every time a new father comes, my mother will become very strange, she will go out all day and never come back at night.That was before he went to kindergarten. Now he is boarding in kindergarten and won't go home even on weekends.

"It's really nice, you have so many fathers and mothers." Wei Heng said enviously.

Aomori was stunned for a moment, but finally smiled: "Well, very good."

Little Aomori's heart is already full of secrets, and he doesn't know how to protect it without a teacher.

Wei Heng soon fell asleep, and Aomori looked at his pink and tender cheeks, with tears that were not wiped clean, and the long eyelashes were fluttering gently with his breathing, like a piece of soft feathers .The room was already quiet, everyone was asleep, and Aomori, who was also starting to feel sleepy, stretched his hand over the guardrail and gently hooked Xue Sijia's fat fingers.

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He still remembers the day when he received the text message from Aomori. He was sleepless all night, turned over, found the phone from under the pillow, stared at the information page in silence for a long time, just stretched out his finger, and deleted the last text message explaining.

"Aheng, I love you."

In the countless lonely and helpless nights in the future, this joke I once received has become a support for happiness as long as I think about it.

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