grab that pudding

Chang Cheng has also been working like clockwork recently. On this day, he worked overtime at home late and was about to rest. Chang Junjie made a phone call and disturbed the quiet night.

On the other end of the phone, Chang Junjie yelled, "Brother! My stomach hurts like hell! Come and save me!"

"...You don't call 120, why are you bothering me in the middle of the night? I'm not a doctor."

"Brother, the ambulance is too embarrassing...Brother, I can't do it, come and save me, I'm going to die..."

"Hearing your angry voice, it doesn't look like you can't." He said so on the phone, and on this side of Changcheng, he packed up his things and threw them into his backpack.

The other end of the phone worked tirelessly, "Brother, you can't just ignore death... I died tragically, come quickly... You are my brother, I am your younger brother, brotherhood..."

"Don't."

"Tang's cousin, brother, come quickly, I'm really going to die of pain, I haven't been through that badly yet, I don't have appendicitis, ah... If you don't come again, I will collect my body..."

While putting on his shoes, Chang Cheng listened to the other party's nagging, "Shut up, the report hasn't been given to me yet."

"At this time, I'm still thinking about... What kind of report, your brother, your brother and me, I'm dying... If I die, who will be your driver...Our great cause...hasn't been completed yet...ah ...I can't die yet..." Chang Junjie, the idiot, seemed to be seriously ill, and he spoke more and more forcefully, intermittently.

"Okay, okay, shut up and wait for me to hear your last words. I'm in the elevator."

Chang Cheng got into the car his cousin, who had to be supported from the yelling to the end, and even couldn't help throwing up on his own Maybach on the way to the hospital. Chang Cheng opened the window while Raise the speed a bit.When it was sent to the emergency room of the hospital, it was almost carried up.

It was getting late, even for the big city, and it was beginning to fall asleep.There are almost no pedestrians and vehicles on the road, as if only the hospital is still a little popular.

Seeing Chang Junjie being sent to the operating room, Chang Cheng followed the nurse's instructions and took things to the payment office to record the information and pay the money. Unexpectedly, when he came back and passed the infusion area, he recognized a man in the dotted crowd. The familiar figure unconsciously slowed down and stood in the distance.

The child next to him, with a hanging needle on his right hand and an earphone, looked down at the phone obediently, and moved his small body to the side.The father next to him was holding the child lightly with one hand, while the other hand was on his lap, pressing the backpack, and tilting his head to the child's side.It was late at night, and the air conditioner was a bit cold, but the only small quilt covered the child, and the young father slept at night wearing a light blue and white striped V-shaped short sleeve and dark denim trousers.

Sometimes there are nurses passing by, and passing by the quiet father and son, they will consciously slow down their movements and steps.

Standing in the distance and watching for half a quarter of an hour, his mood changed repeatedly. He had been looking for the person in the distance for several years, thinking of getting him back and holding him in his arms, feeling ashamed of his childish and fiery temper back then. Talking about the confusion in a foreign country at that time and the longing that has been carved into the bones, but angry at being betrayed and the determination to turn around and leave, now I can no longer have the powerlessness of this person.

The person I love has been gone for so long, so far...

He already has his family, not mine anymore...

Want to get close, but can't get close.

In the end, Chang Cheng took out his coat from his backpack and walked over quietly.

Little Pudding felt a tall figure approaching, raised his head and saw that Chang Cheng was approaching.

Children are relatively forgetful, and they almost forgot about the uncle who was making hot pot that day and suddenly stopped talking, and returned to the impression that this uncle took a good look at the photo with my father.So the little face was smiling like a sunflower, and just about to call out to uncle, she moved in excitement, remembering that her father was sleeping next to her, so she obediently lowered her voice, and called out in a low voice: " Uncle~"

Changcheng, whose waist is straight and at a very high altitude, only sees the child with his cerebellum up, and those watery eyes that are almost exactly the same as his father are looking at him with innocence and smiles. Changcheng, who has no experience with children, does not know What the child was saying, I had to bend down and listen with my ears sideways.

Little Pudding's voice was a bit hoarse, but he could still hear his joy: "Uncle, I'm sick~"

Changcheng's high-cold and abstinent character almost collapsed.Are you so happy when you're sick?What's going on with this tone of sharing anecdotes, as far as I know, you're staying up late right now.I really don't understand the brain circuits of children...

Chang Cheng clumsily stretched out his hand to touch Little Pudding's forehead, Little Pudding playfully arched his forehead into Chang Cheng's hand twice, and then let out a small laugh.

Looking at those similar eyes, they were as clear as a spring in a quiet forest, shimmering with sparkling light, with delicate features, and from his small face, it seemed that Song Huan had a lively and lovely appearance when he was a child.

Chang Cheng himself didn't know, gentleness crept up to his eyebrows.

He couldn't help squatting down, and put Little Pudding's right hand, which was being infused with the infusion, into his palm. The white, fleshy hand was covered with white adhesive tape, giving off a slight coolness. There were a few small dimples faintly visible on the back of the flat palm. , shallow and round, and on each small nail, there is a beautiful yellow crescent.

The cool little hands are placed in the big warm hands, and the warmth spreads from one side to the other. One side is soft and slippery, and the other side is firm and full of experience. Silent tenderness flows from the fingers Passing through, quiet, simple, warm and beautiful.That soft little hand slowly eased the chaotic mood and returned to tranquility.

Chang Cheng suddenly remembered the classical Chinese sentence that Song Huan had read back then, "while the courtyard steps are silent, birds come and peck from time to time, but people don't go."

I never thought that a child's hand would be like this, soft and comfortable.

Five short fingers closed playfully, the fingernails scratched the palm of the hand, itching, as if scratching in the heart, the little hand was clenched into a small ball, then opened suddenly, crawled across the edge of the palm, and finally squeezed gently Holding the ring finger and little finger of the big hand, the child's laughter came from the ear.

Like the distant side, the wind beats the waves on the fine sand, and the heart moves with it.

Chang Cheng raised his head in a daze, this cute kid with a sly smile had only his reflection in his eyes.An unprecedented indescribable emotion growing in his heart, at this moment, is integrated into the blood, rushing to every corner of the body, without leaving a trace.

Little Pudding shook his little head, and said kindly to Chang Cheng: "Uncle, your hands are so big~bigger than Dad's hands~"

Chang Cheng looked sideways slightly, looking at Song Huan's hands around Little Pudding, clean and slender, the ones he had kissed and wrapped with his big hands before, and put him on his chest to feel beating heart in his hand.

"Yeah, it's bigger than your little hand."

Chang Cheng stood up and looked at Song Huan who fell asleep with his head tilted.How long has it been, I haven't seen him so closely, so closely.It's like dreaming.

His face was more peaceful and gentle than before, the childishness of the campus faded, and it was filled with a pure and pleasant atmosphere, but it still made people feel his fatigue.The long and shallow eyelashes are slightly raised, unable to cover the faint blue dark circles under the eyes, the mouth is slightly opened, and the shallow breathing makes people feel distressed.

It seemed that he felt a shadow hanging over him, his eyelashes touched slightly, and his eyebrows frowned.

Chang Cheng hurriedly moved a little towards the little pudding in a low voice, and the person in light sleep became quiet again.

Little Pudding pulled Chang Cheng's index finger, and Chang Cheng knelt down and approached with a tacit understanding. Little Pudding covered his mouth with his small hand as if sharing a secret, and said softly, "Uncle, don't call me daddy, we have recently He has to pass the difficult mark, so he has to do the homework assigned by the teacher and has a lot of work. Dad will accompany me to give injections tonight. He is exhausted. Let him sleep~"

All the words are stuck in the throat, but the regret and heartache are rolling like a high tide.

It was he who rounded up and exaggerated the number and threw it to him when he was angry, and it was he who suppressed his emotions to cool the atmosphere.

Changcheng, it's you again.

He suddenly wanted to leave this place, even though there was someone he had finally met who he had been thinking about day and night.

So Chang Cheng put his coat on Song Huan, with a little impatience.

Song Huan vaguely heard his son talking to someone in his dream, and heard his laughter, but the child didn't move, so he didn't wake him up.Until he felt someone covering him with something, he opened his heavy eyelids.

Song Huan thought he was still dreaming, because he felt that the person in front of him looked familiar, but he probably couldn't be that person.

He blinked again hazyly twice, this time he saw really clearly, it was really not a dream, the person in front of him was really Chang Cheng.

Oh, Little Pudding's bastard father, a huge creditor who just finished repaying his debts a few days ago, and his boyfriend many years ago.

When the consciousness returned, the conditional launch said: "Why are you here? Haven't I paid back the money?"

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