reborn stepfather

Many people have asked Chi Qian why he loves Chen Yan.

Chi Qian just smiled.

It's hard for them to understand, because they can't see that when Chen Yan treats him well, most of the time when the door is closed, a small and private world is cut off, in which there are only him and his father Chen Yan.He likes this kind of life very much, so he never extravagantly asks for others' understanding.

The things he likes are all small, and the things that make him feel warm when he recalls them are all related to his father.

When he was eight years old, his great-grandmother passed away.

From the age of eight to nine, there was no snow in Nanchuan, but Chi Qian felt that it was the coldest and longest year he had ever experienced.At one point, he thought that he might not be able to survive such a winter.

At that time, what kind of life was it?

Chi Qian was taken aback at the thought of this, and then slowly remembered.

At that time, he was always wandering on the dusty streets of Zhaoshui Village every day, dragging a tattered snakeskin bag, quietly following passers-by to pick up their discarded plastic bottles and cans, and occasionally had unfinished drinks. I will cherish it and drink it in small sips.

Coke is spicy and cold, jasmine tea is fragrant and astringent, coffee is bitter, and Sprite is sweeter than cola.

If it rains, he will hide in a higher bridge hole, and while counting the day's receipts, he will taste the taste of life.When the night came, I huddled up with the bottle bag. It was cold, but I could only bear it.

No one taught him love, no one taught him manners and morality. When he came into this world, the first thing he was given to him by the oppressive life was to endure.

Grit your teeth and get through.

No one in Zhaoshui Village is willing to take care of him, everyone is not very rich, and the uncle's family hates him even more, because sometimes when he is very hungry, Chi Qian will secretly go to their house to steal food. I can't reach the kitchen window, so most of the time I can only grab leftovers for the dog.

After alarming the local dog guarding the house, the eldest aunt rushed out, waving everything she could get at hand like a pot, shovel, shoes, broom, and pole, like driving a livestock, and drove the pool away: "No one wants it!" Damn kid! Come to my house to steal again! Go away!"

Sometimes it was too cold to sleep, and sometimes it was too hungry to sleep, Chi Qian would look into the distance.

Grandma once touched his head and told him: "You have to remember to call Dad, so that people will think you are good and happy in your heart, so they will be willing to take you to the city to live a good life, shout louder, you know? Also, my grandma told you, you must remember the appearance of that father, and you must not forget it, because he will come to pick you up, you must remember it firmly, and don't forget it."

The village is very quiet, with occasional barking of dogs. The street lamps on the street are supported by long bamboo poles. A dim light bulb lights up at the end of his sight, like a fire that would burn his hands in a dream. He keeps looking at it, hoping The man who had promised to come to pick him up could appear in the mist of night.

Chi Qian's biggest homework every day is to describe in his mind the appearance of the father he met once, thinking about walking, eating, picking up trash, and even dreaming.Whenever he was afraid that he would not be able to remember, he would take out the crumpled candy wrapper and look at it, turn it over and over again, and carefully hide it in the small pocket next to his body.

Wait and wait, the four seasons reincarnate, the mountain roads are covered with yellow leaves, and autumn is here again.

Chi Qian is not a child who loves to cry. During the year he endured by himself, he never cried secretly, but when the man knelt down and asked softly, "Chi Qian, do you remember me?"

Chi Qian almost cried in panic.

How could someone's hands be so warm, how could someone's embrace be so gentle.

He came, he really came.

To bring home a bloodless child.

Why do you love Chen Yan?

Because he is the only warm fire in this cold world.

No more beatings, no need to go hungry, no need to compete with dogs for food, no need to pick up trash on the street.The quilt was soft and warm and smelled of fluffy sun, and the clothes were new and clean with the lemony scent of laundry soap.There are hot meals every day, and when it rains, you will not be bitten by ants crawling out of the soil.It was dark, the road was long and not scary, and the thin-looking man was always holding his hand tightly.

Men would sleep with him, whisper stories about a little prince who lived on an alien planet, and gently stroke his back until he fell asleep.

Late at night is a time when you are prone to sadness, but since then it has become so gentle.

The lives of the two of them are not very rich, but Chi Qian is already satisfied, he just wants to be like this, forever and ever.

"How could you fall in love with such a person?"

"What's wrong with him? It's not worth it for you."

Chi Qian just smiled faintly and said, "When he treats me well, you can't see it."

They didn't understand, from the beginning to the end, he didn't pay anything at all.

For so many years with his father, he was always the one who benefited, but that man wasted years for him and gave up his self-esteem.

What would he do if he didn't love him?

Let Dad grow old alone?

How willing.

How could he be willing.

The two of them depended on each other, and there was no way to separate them.

When I visited Wei Heng's house that day, my second uncle caught a very rare severe cold, had a fever and cough, and couldn't even get up.

When Chi Qian came, Wei Heng was busy in the kitchen wearing an apron, cooking porridge.

"Where's your father?" Wei Heng turned to see him and asked casually.

Chi Qian said: "It's not over yet, so I'll come over later."

Wei Heng nodded slightly, and continued to cook the pot of dark and sticky porridge.Chi Qian took a look, probably because there were too many preserved eggs. The color of this porridge is very creepy, and the taste is probably very unique.

Chi Qian couldn't help but crossed himself for his second uncle and prayed.

"A Juan, come and help cut the meat."

Wei Heng handed him a knife.

Chi Qian stared at the lean meat with the kitchen knife in a daze for a while, then carefully cut the knife, he is also a culinary idiot.

The raw pork was slippery, and there was a slight squirming feeling when the blade was scratched on it. Ikeqian cut it very hard, and the cuts were horrible.

Just when he was concentrating on dealing with pork, Wei Heng suddenly said: "What's the matter with you and your dad?"

With a shake of Chi Qian's hand holding the knife, a gash was opened in his hand, and blood flowed out.

Wei Heng glanced at it lightly, and said slowly: "Oh, I'm not careful, I'll get you a Band-Aid."

Chi Qian stood there helplessly holding his broken finger, thinking, it's over, there is no silver 300 taels here.

Wei Heng took the Band-Aid and didn't say anything else, maybe he already got the answer.He just continued to stir the pot of terrible preserved egg thin pork porridge, and soon he turned off the fire, filled a bowl and handed it to Chi Qian: "Bring it to your second uncle."

Chi Qian paused at the weird porridge, and said, "Is the taste too strong?"

Wei Heng smiled: "He has a cold and can't taste it, so it's better if it's heavier."

Chi Qian asked cautiously again: "Uncle Wei Heng, has my second uncle offended you again?"

"Ha ha."

Ha ha, that is offended.

Chi Qian understood, and went upstairs with the bowl.

His second uncle had an ice pack tied to his head, his face was flushed red, and he was stuffing a tissue up his nose.

"Ajuan is here."

"Second uncle, eat something." Chi Qian handed him the bowl, "Uncle Wei Heng made it for you."

Hearing these words, Comrade Chen Laoer's face was ecstatic, and when he probed his head, he became depressed again: "What the hell is this?"

"Porridge." Chi Qian replied, "Porridge with preserved eggs and lean meat."

"...It's really hard to see, hahahahaha." Chen Laoer laughed dryly.

"Second Uncle, why did you catch a cold?" Chi Qian couldn't figure it out. His Second Uncle was a man who ran in the morning in winter wearing a tank top and shorts, and he was so strong that even a tiger couldn't beat him.

"Hey, I got it all from taking a cold bath yesterday."

"Cold shower?" It was snowing yesterday, why is his second uncle so upset?

"Yeah, Wei Heng said that since I like bathing so much, let me take a bath overnight, tie me up and throw me in the bathroom, and turn off the electric water heater. When the hot water is cold, it will become cold water. I will soak in it. all night."

"Why is Uncle Wei Heng angry?" Chi Qian was curious about this.

"It's not like I told him when I was taking a bath—" Second Uncle's voice stopped abruptly, he laughed dryly, picked up the bowl and ate it, "It's nothing, nothing, how can you, Uncle Wei Heng, be angry, um ,Um......"

After finishing Wei Heng's porridge, Chen Laoer's face turned even worse. Chi Qian saw that he should rest more like that, so he took an empty bowl and prepared to go downstairs.

Just opened the door a little, and heard someone talking outside.

It's Dad's voice.

Chi Qian stopped walking, and pressed his hand on the doorknob, neither pulling it open nor closing it.

"You, why are you thinking about it?" His father's voice was a little flustered.

"Last time you sent me a text message to ask me that you fell in love with a man." Wei Heng's faint voice followed, "Is that man Chi Qian?"

There was silence, and Chi Qian could almost imagine his father getting more and more flustered by Wei Heng's indifferent eyes.

He has always been a bad liar.

Sure enough, I soon heard the voice of my father surrendering: "Well..."

Hearing that his father admitted that he liked him, Chi Qian was a little happy and a little worried.

"Ayan, you have to be careful."

"Ugh?"

"Think about it for yourself. Chi Qian is only in his teens now, and you are already in your thirties." Wei Heng paused here, as if to give the listener a little time to think. After about two or three seconds, He continued, "He will grow up, you will grow old, what will you do then?"

The answer to him was silence.

"You will get wrinkles, your skin will be loose, your eyes will be blurred, you will be sick, you will not be able to walk, you will gradually lose your hearing, your memory will decline, and what about Chi Qian? He will become more and more serious. The more mature you are, the busier you will be at work, and you will meet more and more people. He will keep going up, and he should keep going up, but what about you? You will retire and receive a pension at home. You will know his friends at work, you will not understand what he is doing, and the gap between you will become wider and wider. When he is at the peak of his life, it is your worst time. At that time, how do you What to do?"

Chi Qian lowered his head, his hand holding the doorknob was shaking.

"it does not matter."

After a long, long silence, a voice pretending to be relaxed came.

Chi Qian tensed his nerves.

"In the beginning, he was always waiting for me. If it came to that time, I would wait for him, wait for him to call me when he was busy, and wait for him to come home for dinner."

"I, although I'm not smart enough or brave enough, I'm not a fool. How could I not think of these things you said?" A wry smile, "I'm not afraid to tell you, in fact, I've been worried, I'm afraid, I am afraid that the young man's momentary enthusiasm will soon be exhausted, and I am afraid that he will be left behind."

"But, right now, I can't give up."

"Wei Heng, I like him."

"Even if I will be abandoned by him one day, I still like him."

This was probably the most honest confession made by a man that Chi Qian had ever heard.

"I'm mentally prepared. I've always been mentally prepared to be abandoned. You don't have to worry about me."

Chi Qian felt that he seemed to be smiling.

"In this life, I've had a good time."

In an instant, heat rushed into his eyes, and Chi Qian couldn't control his emotions.

"I'm living a good life. Being able to accompany him, no matter what my status is, being with him is enough."

At this moment, Chi Qian could hardly bear to open the door and rush out to hug him.

But suddenly there was the sound of the second uncle vomiting in pain.

Wei Heng obviously also heard the commotion in the room, he rushed in at a stride, saw the second uncle's face was pale, clutching his stomach in pain, he was a little panicked: "Hurry up, hurry up, take him to the hospital!"

The conclusion of the hospital is: food poisoning.

Facing the complex gazes of Chi Qian and his friends, Wei Heng was a little helpless: "I didn't deliberately punish him, I was really serious about helping him cook porridge."

"..."

On the way home from the hospital, it was snowing again.

Without an umbrella, the two of them had covered their heads with snow when they got home.

With a gentle smile as always, the man raised his hand to gently sweep the snow off his shoulders.

Chi Qian held him in his arms.

"Dad, I won't leave you, I won't let you go."

"Ah."

"You have to trust me."

"Ah."

"You have to trust me, you have to trust me."

After a long time, the person in his arms finally said softly: "...I believe it."

Chi Qian tightened his arms.

Why is he not afraid? He is afraid that one day his life will come to an end, and he will never be able to hug this man again.

I want to steal every day's time, and I don't want to let it go easily every day.

Chi Qian raised his head, and the snow fell one after another.

Finally, he was still with him.

No matter how many days there are in the future, as long as I have hugged so tightly, it is a good dream.

Frost and snow are blowing all over the head, which can be regarded as a white head.