I'm Afraid I'm Now a Salted Fish

When Chi Song rushed home in a hurry, his fragrant and soft little nephew was already sleeping soundly in the small rocker.

Chi Song likes children very much. When he saw that pink and tender meat dumpling, his eyes lit up: "...Oh, it's so cute."

Meimei leaned on the pillow to rest, while Chi Yang sat on the side peeling fruit, and said after hearing the words: "Like a little monkey, the skin is also wrinkled, brother, don't boast."

The pampering in Chi Song's eyes was about to melt away, so he stared at the child's face and said, "Nonsense, what a beautiful child....Can I hug you?"

Meimei said, "Okay."

Chi Song rolled up his sleeves, and carefully lifted the limp little life that seemed to have no bones from the cradle. The movement was very steady, and the little guy smacked his lips comfortably without even waking up.

Chi Yang carefully removed the burrs from the kiwi fruit, cut it into small pieces, soaked it in warm water, and then stuck it with a toothpick and fed it to Meimei's mouth, saying: "My brother, don't worry about holding the baby. Little When I was playing house, my brother liked to play the role of mother, hugging the pillow, and studying on TV how to hold the baby the most correctly. Our mother said that when he has a child himself, the child does not know how lucky he is... "

In the middle of speaking, Meimei glared at him quietly, and Chi Yang realized that what he said was not beautiful, and hurried back to make amends: "Brother, I..."

Chi Song didn't mind at all, hugged the child and said, "I've discussed it with Zhi Huai, and when we settle down, we'll go to the orphanage regularly to do charity."

Meimei was surprised: "Aren't you going to adopt one?"

"Homosexuals in China are not allowed to adopt children yet." Chi Song boldly kissed the baby in his arms, as if biting a cotton candy, with a sweet expression on his face, "Zhi Huai told me , said don’t worry, I will have many children to hold in the future.”

Chi Yang: "..."

He felt that his brother showed his face.

The child's bones are soft. After all, Chi Song has never hugged a real child a few times. He doesn't know the severity, and dare not hold it for too long. After eating enough soft tofu, he asked contentedly, "Where are Mom and Dad?"

Chi Yang said: "Meimei's parents stayed with me all day yesterday, and they just left; Dad was called by his old comrade-in-arms to a party outside the city the day before yesterday, and he probably just heard the news, so he is on his way back; Mom came home and said he would Collect our old clothes and cut them up to make diapers for the children, saying they are soft and comfortable.”

He paused, then asked, "Brother, where is Song Zhihuai?"

Chi Song looked at the child fondly: "...I should have gone to the dean, this time I owe him a favor, and he has to pay it back. He told me not to follow, just watch the child here."

Chi Yang was surprised: "He's here too?"

Chi Song nodded: "He said, he is worried that I will come back alone."

Chi Yang: "..."

Noticing his younger brother's speechless expression, Chi Song also realized that he was a little too much, and said embarrassedly: "...well, it's not convenient for me to show my affection, but I can show it more in front of you... I will try my best Take control, okay?"

Chi Yang immediately softened his heart: "Okay, okay, Xiuxiu."

Meimei had a fair impression of Song Zhihuai, and this time she was favored by him again, so she said shyly, "Tell him to come and see the child, so I can thank him face to face."

Just as Chi Song was about to say something, Mother Chi came in with a bag of clothes.

Chi Song called out, "Mom."

Finding that Chi Song was also there, Chi's mother's expression froze for a moment, then she put down her clothes and bag, and said lightly, "Why are you running back?"

Realizing that his mother was vaguely alienated from him, Chi Song felt a little sad, but he still tried his best to put on a bright smile on his face: "I have to come and see, let my little nephew recognize his uncle .”

Chi Yang took the initiative to meet him, and helped Chi Song mediate: "You still don't recognize it? When you become popular, your TV series will be played every day on TV. If you change one channel, it will be you, and then it will be you again. I'm afraid he won't recognize you." you?"

After finishing speaking, he immediately turned to Mama Chi again: "Mom, have you talked to Dr. Xie?"

Chi's mother's face turned pale: "I met you in the corridor just now. Dr. Xie said that Meimei's condition is very good."

Meimei chimed in: "...Fortunately, it was delivered quickly."

Mama Chi didn't say a word, she opened the clothes bag and took out the old clothes one by one.

After picking up two pieces, she said without looking back, "What are you doing in a daze? Go wash your hands and help mom cut them later."

Before Chi Song could realize that Mama Chi was speaking to herself, Mama Chi turned her head and gave him a reproachful look: "...you child, why don't you see anything in your eyes?"

Chi Song happily stepped on the beat and went to the private bathroom in the single ward. When washing his hands, his head was full of red and bold bullet screens.

My mother cares about me, she is willing to care about me.

Outside, Chi Yang listened to the sound of rushing water, and felt bad for his brother.

He whispered: "Mom, don't get angry with brother anymore?"

Mother Chi snorted: "Come on, you two, who wore a pair of trousers since they were young, don't take their parents' words seriously when they grow up. It's fine for him to be angry with me, so don't follow me."

Chi Yang said: "Then about Meimei this time, I have to thank Mr. Song."

Mother Chi's hands arranging clothes paused for a moment, and then she replied in a low voice: "...Abducted my son, just want me to forgive him with a little kindness, there is no way."

Chi Song came out of the bathroom with a flattered expression on his face: "Mom, give it to me, I'll cut it."

Facing her son, Chi's mother was still a little at a loss. She quickly turned her back, holding a pair of white long johns and nagging: "Come here, I'll tell you how to cut it, don't damage it, it's all the clothes you wore, if you cut it It's broken, what a pity."

Mother Chi didn't talk about Song Zhihuai with Chi Song, and Chi Song didn't dare to bring it up. The two of them just cut it from daytime to evening, which made his hands go weak.

Seeing that it was time for dinner, Chi's mother stopped talking for a long time before asking Chi Song, seemingly unintentionally, "Are you going home to eat?"

Chi Song was full of thoughts about Song Zhihuai who might still be waiting outside, and tentatively said, "...Zhihuai hasn't eaten yet."

Chi's mother's face immediately collapsed: "OK, go, go, you go to him. You can turn your elbows outward."

Chi Song was thrown out of the ward in despair.

Chi's mother was there just now, and Chi Song was embarrassed to look through the phone, so he took out the phone when he came out, and as soon as he unlocked it, he received a text message from Song Zhihuai: "I'm going to have dinner with Dean Qin, and I'll be back at the hotel around eleven o'clock in the evening, don't worry .”

Chi Song went back to the ward cheekily.

Chi's mother was complaining to Chi Yang. Seeing that Chi Song had gone and returned, the expression on her face relaxed, but immediately became tense again: "Why are you coming back? Go find your Mr. Song."

Chi Song carefully apologized with a smile: "He went to Dean Qin for dinner, and no one cares about my meal."

Chi Song's expression of wanting to take credit for Song Zhihuai was so obvious that Chi's mother couldn't stand it anymore.

She said dumbfoundingly: "All right, all right, I'll accompany Meimei here, let your brother take you home, there is black chicken soup stewed in the pot, you and your brother will order some dried noodles."

After a simple meal with his younger brother, Chi Song went back to the hotel, lay obediently on the bed, wrapped in a quilt, and waited for Song Zhihuai to come back like a little wife.

He has accumulated enough Gouyu in his game again, and he can have another ten consecutive draws.

Chi Song's luck has always been bad, and he will never be able to draw anything by himself. Since he was with Song Zhihuai, he has won several coveted SSRs with his Ouhuang Xianqi.

So he has long been used to letting Song Zhihuai draw cards, and he just waits for a miracle to happen.

Song Zhihuai agreed that it would be eleven o'clock, so there would be no timeout.

A few minutes before eleven o'clock, there was a knock on the door of the hotel. As soon as he got to the door, Chi Song smelled alcohol.

Song Zhihuai was obviously a little drunk. He took off his gold-rimmed glasses and held them in his hands, leaning sleepily against the edge of the door. He didn't call out softly until he saw the door open, "Daughter-in-law."

Chi Song was a little pissed by his yelling, and moved him into the house, wiped himself with hot water, poured the boiled water into a cup, and fed it to him.

Song Zhihuai was still sane, squeezed his hand, and murmured: "Chi Song, don't be angry, I owe someone a favor this time, so I can't push back and forth on the wine table."

How could Chi Song blame him? He moved his chest along his chest and said distressedly: "You don't need to drink so much, do you?"

Song Zhihuai said: "Principal Qin is a wine god, and he spends all day on the wine table." Speaking of this, he still faintly showed a bit of dissatisfaction, "...I just haven't drank for a long time, and my drinking capacity is poor. Otherwise, it’s not necessarily who fell.”

Chi Song's heart softened completely.

The hotness of the wine slowly permeated his heart through Song Zhihuai's close breath, making his body hot and fiery every inch of his body.

Song Zhihuai thought about it for a long time before he remembered the people around him, struggling to leave his embrace: "Stay away from me, you are allergic..."

Chi Song hugged him and did not let go.

Both of them are men, and Song Zhihuai is a drunk, so after entanglement for a while, he still couldn't leave Chi Song.

Song Zhihuai became anxious: "Don't...don't touch me, I smell of alcohol, you..."

He was speechless.

When Chi Song went back to his hometown this time, he casually tied a men's silk scarf on the windbreaker.

Chi Song shook off the well-folded scarf at the head of the bed, and covered Song Zhihuai's face.

At first Song Zhihuai felt his face was itchy from the icy silk, and just as he reached out and grabbed the corner of the silk scarf, intending to lift it up, a pair of warm and soft things came to his lips.

Song Zhihuai grabbed the silk scarf and didn't move for a while.

Chi Song kissed for a long time before letting go out of breath, pressing his forehead against Song Zhihuai's, calling his name like a child: "...Zhi Huai Zhi Huai."

He made himself dizzy, as if he had drunk a catty of old wine.

Chi Song didn't know when Song Zhihuai escaped from under him and pressed on top of him. He only felt dense kisses hitting his head and falling, and through a layer of veil, he was kissed so hot that his toes were all hot. Start numb.

The smell of alcohol lingered by his side, Chi Song wrapped his arms around Song Zhihuai's neck, listening to the sound of him taking off the small umbrella, confusedly wanted to tell Song Zhihuai about Chi's mother's loose attitude towards him today.

But he found that he couldn't speak at all, and the first thing he said was a shameless voice.

Chi Song simply stopped talking, and just silently made a wish in his heart:

I hope that this year, no, next year's New Year's Eve, I can sit down with Song Zhihuai, my parents, and all my family members for a New Year's Eve dinner. As a price, he is willing not to win an SSR for ten years.