I have a Secret

Winter in the mountains is colder and more bleak than in the streets and alleys.

In the white world, a deep forest hugs a house tightly. They are all lonely and have a feeling of being dependent on each other.

Looking down from the sky, the woods seem to be entangled with the house, drawing it into a prison, never ending.

Huang Dan stayed alone in the big four-story house, walking upstairs and downstairs, only the sound of his own footsteps in his ears, he read a book, cleaned up, stood at the window watching the snow scene through the glass window, and drank a cup of hot tea .

I did everything I could think of. Huang Dan nestled in the man's study and didn't want to move. He was very tired and hungry, and wanted to talk to someone. The landline in the living room didn't usually ring, but it rang once not long ago. The number was his. I wrote it down, and when I hit it, it was prompted that the phone was turned off.

Huang Dan is not a person who will call over and over again, paranoid to insist on getting through, he puts down the microphone after calling once, and chooses to wait, which he doesn't like very much.

Not only dislike, but also fear, he has a shadow.

Huang Dan supported his forehead with one hand, and turned the pen carelessly, "Mr. Lu, can you tell me about Nie Wenyuan's situation?"

System, "No."

Huang Dan frowned, "Why? There are a lot of points that need to be exchanged?"

He grabbed a few mission bags in the middle of the night two days ago, and now he has 75 points in the fly cabinet, which can buy a few chrysanthemum spirits, which can be used for other purposes when necessary.

The system said, "It's not a matter of points. Nie Wenyuan is the person who issued the mission this time. Lu has no right to inquire about his information."

Huang Dan was taken aback. Mr. System is an intern, so it is understandable that he does not have authority. Mr. Lu is a big shot, and there are things he can't get involved in? "Then who can check?"

System, "Lu's boss."

Huang Dan was stunned again, he thought for a few seconds, "Is it the main system?"

The system said, "Host Huang, this is a topic that has nothing to do with the task, and it will waste your time and mine."

Huang Dan thought, it seems that he guessed right. Mr. Lu's organization is huge, formal, traditional, and mysterious. It can receive travelers including him and assist in the execution of tasks. I don't know what can be obtained from it to maintain Operations of a large company.

But as Mr. Lu said, this really has nothing to do with his mission, and it's not worth bothering about.

The communication ended here, and the question of the yellow list was not answered.

Huang Dan practiced a copybook in the study. He went downstairs to the refrigerator to get carrots, eggs, lean meat, and shallots. He decided to make egg fried rice for himself. He was full of confidence, but when he turned off the fire and sat at the dining table At this time, I realized that I forgot to put salt.

So Huang Dan had to pour the rice into the pot again, add salt before eating, but the salt didn't melt completely, he ate very salty fried rice, it was so salty that he couldn't swallow it, and he also got a little tasteless fried rice.

After finishing a plate of fried rice, Huang Dan rubbed his stomach. He sat on the chair and didn't get up for a long time.

The living room is very large, very spacious, and it is silent at this time, Huang Dan did not turn on the air conditioner, the doors and windows were closed and it was still cold, he always felt that there was some wind coming in through some gap, he shrank his neck reflexively, got up and went to wash the pot bowl.

Just after ten o'clock in the evening, the landline in the living room rang.

Huang Dan got up from the bed when the landline rang twice, quickly put on his slippers and ran down, he picked up the microphone, panting heavily, "Hello."

A man's low voice came from the other end, "Yu Yu, I'm uncle."

Huang Dan was running in a hurry just now, his heart was beating so fast that it was about to jump out of his chest, but when he heard the sound now, he felt his heart return to its original position, "Yeah."

Nie Wenyuan had just been pushed out of the operating room, his complexion was pale and his lips were bloodless due to excessive blood loss, but his voice did not look abnormal.

He didn't know if his little nephew was eating well, staying in the house was boring, whether the air conditioner was on or not, he immediately signaled everyone to go out, and called his little nephew.

It was clear that they separated in the morning, but it seemed that they hadn't seen each other for a long time, as long as several decades, a few lifetimes, a kind of vine called Si Lian grew like crazy, entangled in the heart, and there was no gap for him Stay, packed.

Huang Dan leaned on the sofa holding the landline, he didn't speak, and adjusted his disordered breath.

Nie Wenyuan asked, "What did you have for dinner?"

When the yellow sheet came down, he didn't care to put on his clothes. He was wearing thin pajamas and pajamas. He shivered from the cold, "Egg fried rice."

Nie Wenyuan recognized it immediately, "Go and wear more."

Huang Dan said, "Then don't hang up."

When he heard the answer, he went upstairs, and when he picked up the microphone again, he was wearing a thick coat, "Uncle, are you still there?"

"Yes, less than, turn on the air conditioner, remember to turn off the gas after cooking, don't drink water that is too hot, and put the commonly used medicine in the drawer under the coffee table..."

Nie Wenyuan held down the phone and coughed a few times, his forehead was covered with cold sweat, he said after a while, "Uncle has something to do, so hang up first."

Huang Dan hummed. He listened to the beeping sound in his ear, pursed his lips, put down the microphone, and put it on the landline.

The landline rested quietly on Huang Dan's lap. Previously, Grandma Wu and the original owner's family used men's mobile phones. They didn't know the number of the landline. This meant that when the landline rang, except for the wrong number, , only men.

Huang Dan frowned, sat on the sofa for a while before going upstairs to sleep.

On the other side, Nie Wenyuan passed out while holding the phone.

After that day, the landline didn't ring anymore, and Huang Dan would look at the calendar on the wall. On the sixth day, he stayed in the house until it was almost moldy, so he put on rubber boots and went out with a shotgun.

There was a cold wind blowing wildly in the mountains. Huang Dan was wearing an ankle-length military overcoat and a wool cap wrapped like a rice dumpling. He sniffed, and the cold air stuck to his lungs and was sucked into the pores of his body. It tightened in an instant.

I didn't see the rabbit's footprints, nor the pheasants and wild boars. Huang Dan left messy shoe prints in the mountains, which were deep and shallow, and suddenly stained a piece of white.

Tired from walking, Huang Dan just sat down on the snow, put the shotgun on his lap, propped his elbows on his knees, and looked at the hanging branches in the distance.

No matter how cold it is in winter, it is better than summer. When it gets hot in summer, the top of your head will breathe fire.

A gust of wind blew past, faintly mixed with other sounds, Huang Dan stood up immediately, he scanned the surroundings with a vigilant expression, and tightened his hand holding the shotgun.

Except for trees and snow, there are no wild animals or human figures.

Huang Dan returned the same way, and while walking, he observed the shoe prints left in the snow, and he found that there were six strings of shoe prints that did not belong to him, all of which were the feet of adult men, following him, his eyes He squinted, and returned to his residence calmly.

Something happened to Nie Wenyuan.

This was Huang Dan's analysis after he sat down and drank a glass of warm water to calm down. Those six people's stalking was not to harm him, but to protect him.

Living in the mountains, the first thing to guard against is not wolves, tigers and leopards, but people.

On the eighth day, the idea of ​​the yellow list was confirmed.

At three o'clock in the morning, there was the sound of fighting outside. Huang Dan immediately ran out of bed after waking up. He took the shotgun beside the bed and stood barefoot in the corner, hiding in the shadows.

The snow on the ground did not melt, and at night, it glowed with silver light, and all of them jumped into the field of vision.

There were screams coming to the eardrums one after another. Huang Danmao stooped to the window and looked down through the silver light. At first he couldn't distinguish friend from foe until he saw a burly man and recognized Nie Wenyuan. The big man's attack, movement, and rescue can distinguish which ones are friends.

In the middle of the cold winter night, there was a sudden gunshot from the window on the second floor. The bullet pierced through the void and hit one person in the calf.

The fight lasted for more than ten minutes and ended. The ground was a mess, with bright red blood seeping into the snow. The puddles looked like slaughterhouses.

The light in the living room was on, and Huang Dan was sitting on the sofa with a shotgun in his hand. There was no emotion on his face. This was his usual indifferent appearance in front of people.

If it were his own face, it would be fine porcelain and jade, which looked good and exquisite, but the tentacles were icy and cold, without any warmth.

The big man lowered his eyebrows and lowered his eyes, "Thank you, Mr. Chen, for saving your life."

Huang Dan didn't ask whether the person he shot was dead or alive, what the casualties were, or who they were. Someone would tell him these questions, he just said, "Clean up the ground. "

The big man responded, turned his head and ordered his brothers to clean up the scene.

Huang Dan put the shotgun aside, propped his elbows on his legs, leaned his upper body slightly forward, "Come here, all of you."

The six people glanced at the young man on the sofa. They were all big and three thick, with strong physiques, but they held their breath before taking a step forward.

Holy crap, the young man looks expressionless, he looks very much like the director, it's really an uncle and nephew.

Huang Dan asked, "When did you come here?"

None of the six made a sound. After a while of silence, the big man said in a rough voice, "The day the director and Mr. Chen came."

Huang Dan said, "Why haven't I seen you? Are you all hiding in the mountains?"

The big man poked the guy next to him, which meant it was your turn, that guy pretended not to know anything, and the others kept silent, for fear of saying the wrong thing.

There is no way, the big man replied, "Brothers live in the basement."

Yellow list, "..."

He subconsciously glanced at the wooden floor under his feet, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, "You don't want to be discovered by me, so how do you deal with the footprints on the snow when you usually go out for activities?"

The big man grinned, "It's snowing one after another these days, and it will be covered."

Huang Dan didn't speak anymore, he kept his current posture unchanged, staring at the big man, but seemed to be in a daze.

The big man didn't know, he was stared at all hairy, he swallowed his saliva, and asked cautiously, "What else does Mr. Chen want?"

The other five people also looked at it, they couldn't cope with this kind of scene, they would rather go running in the snow and blow the cold wind.

Huang Dan stood up and stretched his arms and legs, "Which of you can cook?"

Several people including the big man were stunned.

Huang Dan frowned, "I'm starving to death."

The living room fell into dead silence. Not long after, a black-faced man raised his hand and said that he had worked in the back kitchen of a restaurant before, and some home-cooked dishes were fine.

Huang Dan looked at him as if seeing life-saving straws, "Everything in the refrigerator and the kitchen can be used casually."

The man looked a little flustered, he asked the young man ten years younger than himself, "What are you going to do?"

Huang Dan said, "Do what can be done quickly."

Several people,"……"

How hungry is this?They showed weird expressions at the same time, as if they forgot something, couldn't remember it, forget it, as long as the director's little nephew is fine.

Not long after, the man made a bowl of beef noodles. It was steaming hot. The aroma of the noodles was mixed with the smell of beef, and there were also strands of chopped green onion. When the light came on, the soup in the bowl was glistening. , watching other people swallow their saliva.

Huang Dan pulled out his chair and sat down, "There are a lot of bags of noodles, you can get them yourself when you are hungry."

After he finished speaking, he took the chopsticks to scoop up the noodles and ate them.

The big man suddenly said, "I remembered!"

Huang Dan almost choked, he swallowed the noodles in his mouth, picked up a thin piece of beef and blew, and listened to the following while eating.

The big man scratched the back of his head, elbowed the man who was cooking the noodles just now, and swept the others along the way, "It seems that the director asked us to cook for Mr. Chen, and supervise him to eat and drink well. Is there such a thing?" ?”

The others stared round their eyes, blushed and whispered thickly.

"When you said that, I remembered."

"I remembered too."

"Fuck, I just said I forgot something, it turned out to be this!"

"What should I do? I looked at him horizontally and vertically, and I felt that this kid had lost a lot of weight. His face was sallow and sallow, his eyes were dull, his footplate was unstable when he walked, and he floated very badly. At first glance, he was lack of sleep and malnourished. The three meals are not normal, will the director come back..."

"It's okay to kick me a few times, and it's okay to scratch me a few times, as long as you don't talk about big things to me, I feel dizzy."

"Me too, dizzy."

"The dizziness is fairly mild, and I already have psychological shadows. Really, when the director frowned and pursed his lips, I would tremble, plus dizziness, and my limbs twitched."

"Go away, you guys are discussing life-and-death matters, you are fucking farting."

"Say I fart, do you smell the stench?"

The brothers are life-threatening friends, they just experienced a fight not long ago, and now they are like big roosters, if there is not a young man, they might be able to fight.

He was speechless after hearing a general pornographic list, he lazily participated, and continued to deal with a big bowl of beef noodles, people who can cook are amazing, he thought.

After eating the yellow sheets, he walked around the bedroom, aiming his shotgun at a tree, a bird, a leaf, or a lump of soil mixed with snow from time to time. He knew what was wrong with him.

Anxiety, worry, boredom, loneliness, and many emotions are intertwined to make him who he is now. Another reason is that he is full.

Huang Dan went downstairs, he turned on the lights all the way, rummaged through the drawer of the coffee table to find the pills for digestion and swallowed them, turned off the lights and went back to the bedroom.

On the tenth day, Huang Dan woke up early. He made the bed, folded the quilt into tofu cubes and threw it in the corner. After washing, he went downstairs to the living room.

The breakfast has been prepared, according to the requirements of the yellow list, porridge and side dishes, very ordinary.

After Huang Dan drank a bowl of porridge and half a plate of shredded potatoes, he wiped his mouth, "You all go."

The six people present all looked distressed, "Mr. Chen, the brothers are under orders..."

Huang Dan interrupted, "My uncle will be back in a while."

Several people looked in disbelief, it's impossible, they learned the news from their brother that the director was injured, there was a big gash in his stomach, and it won't heal within a month.

It's quite strange to say that the director didn't care about the affairs of the younger generation in the family, but during this time he even brought the little nephew with him, and even issued a death order for them, they are here.

It may be that the director feels that once he passes 36, [-] is not far away, and his life is almost over half. This person is all the same, no matter how high an official is, how high a seat is, how much power he holds, or how old he is. Still be alone.

It is understandable for the director to choose a junior whom he likes to be by his side.

It's a bit like it's too cold in winter, so I get myself a thermos to keep warm.

However, the director seems to not only like this little nephew, but also treat him like a son. This is because he wants him to inherit the family business, so that he can die for himself in his later years...

It's not right to think so. Even if the director doesn't plan to get married and have children, but wants to find a junior to train well, the eldest nephew is the most suitable. Even if he is not selected, there are other candidates, and it is impossible for a little gangster rolling in the alley.

When it comes to the little gangster, it's even more evil. He has been in the labor camp, and he can't do anything. Just ask casually, it's all about his glory and deeds, but now he looks like a young master in every move. Exactly the same as the director.

Several people made eye contact, and found that they were thinking about the same thing, it was strange no matter how they thought, but they still couldn't figure it out, none of them expressed their opinions, and they didn't leave either.

Huang Dan didn't say anything more, he left the dining table and went to the sofa, picking up a book at random to read.

At around nine o'clock in the morning, the sound of the car's engine sounded outside the door. Several people watching outside recognized the car. They quickly put away their surprised expressions and ran over without delay.

The driver came out to drive, and Nie Wenyuan came out from the back seat. His complexion was not very good, and everything else was normal. He put his hand in the pocket of his coat, took out the cigarette case and put a cigarette in his mouth. Someone struck a match and handed it to him to light it. cigarette.

Nie Wenyuan took a puff of cigarette, "Say."

This time the big man didn’t open his mouth, he didn’t dare, and no one else could hold me back, so he finally couldn’t hold back his words, “Mr. Chen’s eating and drinking is normal, but he lost a little weight, he should be in lose weight."

As soon as he finished speaking, he received a few other stares, lose weight, thanks to your fucking idea, it's fine if you are an idiot, is being a director the same as you? !

The atmosphere was a bit oppressive, the wind was blowing, and the snow particles were floating. Everyone dared not breathe out, holding back to death.

Nie Wenyuan said, "Continue."

The big man breathed a sigh of relief, and reported respectfully, "A few days ago, people came to clear the place, and after that, it was calm, and not even a mouse passed by."

Nie Wenyuan held the cigarette between his fingers and coughed twice. He asked everyone to wait outside, and no one was allowed to approach without his order.

Huang Dan knew that he was back when he heard the sound of the car's engine. He didn't go out to give the other party time to communicate with the people below, and asked him how he had spent the past ten days and how he ate.

There was a series of footsteps coming from the door, Huang Dan looked up, saw the man's pale and thin face, his pupils shrank, he was about to get up, but now he didn't move, and the book in his hand was still spread out , did not close.

Nie Wenyuan walked up to his little nephew, "Don't you get up when you see uncle?"

Huang Dan didn't speak, he was scanning the man with an extremely sharp and calm gaze.

Nie Wenyuan frowned, as if he was unfamiliar with such a little nephew, and it was also troublesome. He turned his head and let out a cloud of smoke, and then turned his face away, "Younger, uncle is not a day late."

Huang Dan ignored it, and asked with no expression on his face, "Where did you get hurt?"

Nie Wenyuan smoked, "Uncle is not injured."

Huang Dan lowered his eyelids, first he closed the book in his hand and threw it on the sofa, then stood up and walked away, and suddenly rushed towards the man, like a little hare.

Nie Wenyuan reached out to pick it up without thinking.

In normal times, Nie Wenyuan could easily catch it, let alone a small hare or a big black bear. Healed, it split open immediately.

Huang Dan realized that the moment the man caught him, all the muscles in his body tensed up, and he grunted in pain. He broke free and stepped on the ground.

Nie Wenyuan watched his little nephew reaching out to undo the buttons of his coat, one by one from top to bottom, the cigarette around his mouth trembled, his voice became hoarse, and he grabbed that hand, "less than."

Huang Dan ignored him, pulled his hand away, and unbuttoned the man's coat, and saw blood oozing from the sweater on the man's abdomen, so he lifted the hem of the sweater up, and what caught his eye was the blood-stained gauze .

It stands to reason that with Nie Wenyuan's strong physique, the incision on his abdomen should be almost healed after ten days of treatment, but he went out several times due to accidents during this period, and changed hospitals once, and the wound was torn and re-stitched twice. , so the injury is not good.

Neither uncle nor nephew spoke.

Huang Dan withdrew his hand, took two steps back and looked up at the man. He was not a troublemaker, and he was afraid of pain when he cried, and he wouldn't cry if it didn't hurt.

Now Huang Dan was crying, the pain engraved on his soul broke out at this moment, he couldn't see the wound, he just felt a pain in his heart, as if he had been stabbed by some sharp object, it hurt to death.

Seeing his little nephew crying quietly, Nie Wenyuan's breathing was stagnant and his heartbeat stopped. He couldn't help but hugged him in his arms, pinched the cigarette away with one hand, walked around behind with the other, and patted him awkwardly.

Huang Dan didn't speak, only opened his mouth when the pain eased, his voice was choked with sobs, "The wound hasn't healed, why did you leave the hospital?"

Nie Wenyuan bent his back involuntarily, and pressed his lips to the top of his nephew's hair, to his ear, and wanted to press it to his neck, but he didn't, "Uncle agreed."

The yellow sheet came out of the man's arms, and he wiped his face, "When did you get the injury? Was it the day you called me and said you wouldn't come back?"

Nie Wenyuan didn't care about the snot and tears on the sweater on his chest, he hummed.

Huang Dan frowned and looked at him, "You were injured in an accident, and you told me that you had something to deal with, and you were recuperating in the hospital, but you said you were in a hotel, uncle, which statement is true?"

Nie Wenyuan took a puff of cigarette, his brows and eyes were hidden in the smoke, covering the fleeting tenderness, "Uncle does have something to deal with."

Huang Dan looked at the man, "Is that done?"

Nie Wenyuan said calmly, "Not yet."

Huang Dan took a breath, and the smell of smoke from the man's mouth and nose followed closely, stirring into his lungs together, "You brought me here and put a shotgun in the bedroom, didn't you expect that there would be an explosion?" Something happened?"

"Was Wang Ming instigated the person that night, or is there someone else? Uncle, have you ever thought that if I hadn't practiced marksmanship after you left, the shotgun would be just a decoration for me."

Nie Wenyuan said, "You can scare people by holding it in your hand."

Yellow list, "..."

Nie Wenyuan pursed his bloodless lips into a straight line, and he spoke in a low voice, "Uncle didn't think carefully enough to put Xiao Xiao in danger. It won't happen again. Uncle will spend the rest of his life assuring you."

Huang Dan was moved by the man's words. In fact, he knew everything, but he had to say something, "Uncle, I don't like you lying to me."

Nie Wenyuan's body trembled, and the fingers holding the cigarette trembled.

Huang Dan wiped his eyes, and said to him seriously, "You have come back as promised, I can't be unreasonable, I can't blame you for concealing it, because your starting point is for me, so I can't treat you like that, otherwise I will would hate myself."

After a pause, Huang Dan sighed, "But uncle, I'm in a bad mood right now. I'm going to the bedroom to quiet myself later. You are not allowed to come in."

After he finished speaking, he went upstairs and left the man in the living room.

Nie Wenyuan covered the wound in his abdomen and bent down to cough. The veins on the forehead of the cough protruded. He threw the cigarette on the ground and wiped it out with his leather shoes. He turned around and kicked the coffee table, his eyes were irritable, "Damn it!"

The tea table suffered first, followed by the sofa, tables and chairs. Nie Wenyuan's scolding was sandwiched between those noises. I don't know if it was because I was angry with myself, or because someone who didn't solve the problem.

The few people outside the door looked at each other, and after making sure they heard correctly, their eyes widened, and their eyeballs almost fell to the ground.

The director's self-cultivation is too high, like Mount Everest, ordinary people can't compare with it, there is no hope for a lifetime, they can only admire, they have been with the director for many years, they have never heard the director swear, they think they can't, I don't know how to scold, it's quite natural.

They swallowed, Director Ganqing is also a rough person at heart.

I don't know why, but they actually have the illusion that the director has been humiliated by the little nephew and has been wronged, it's really fucking evil.

Nie Wenyuan wandered around the living room for a while and went upstairs, and he went there with a gaping wound. The intention was obvious. This time he made a decision. No matter what choice or reaction the little nephew would make, the result would be the same.

The door was unlocked, Huang Dan was sitting on the ground with his back against the edge of the bed, he seemed to be thinking about something, or in a daze.

Pushing the door open and entering the bedroom, Nie Wenyuan walked up to his little nephew and squatted down. This action caused his abdominal injury. His face twisted, and the corners of his lips pressed down forbearance, and he held his little nephew's hand on his knee. Hold on, gently rubbing with rough palms.

"Young Yu, look at Uncle."

Listening to the breath in his ear, Huang Dan knew that the man had made up his mind, his eyes flashed, but he didn't respond.

Nie Wenyuan approached slowly, and he rubbed his bearded chin against his little nephew's clean and fair cheeks, followed by his thin, dry lips.

Huang Dan didn't move, just bowed his head and was kissed by the man.

Nie Wenyuan didn't push his little nephew's teeth, but rubbed his lips lightly.

Huang Dan moved this time, he opened his mouth actively, and licked the corner of the man's mouth with his tongue.

Nie Wenyuan's breathing suddenly became heavy, his lips were stiff, and it was the second time in his life that he was at a loss. The first time was when he realized that he couldn't move his thoughts about his little nephew, and the second time was now.

Huang Dan called, not uncle, but his name, "Nie Wenyuan, kiss me."

Nie Wenyuan opened his eyes slightly, and his heartbeat suddenly accelerated. He pinched his little nephew's face and probed into his warm mouth.

Huang Dan's mouth smelled of smoke and a man's breath. He put his hand on the man's shoulder, patted it a few times and said between his lips and teeth, "Don't kiss me so hard, it hurts."

Nie Wenyuan's lips and tongue were lighter. He will be forty in a few years, and he has never kissed anyone. Even his two nieces only kissed the forehead once or twice when they were very young.

So Nie Wenyuan has no skills, only instinct, and a man's desire to conquer and blood.

Huang Dan suffered, and when he was let go, his tongue and mouth were numb, and his throat was still a little uncomfortable. The man kissed him so deeply that he felt like he was about to suffocate.

He thinks it is very necessary to draw a set of stick figures in the future, and then tell the man what he should pay attention to when kissing.

After all, his pain nerves are different from ordinary people, making love is a big thing, if he is not careful, he will die, and he can't be careless.

Nie Wenyuan kissed his little nephew, but his mind was still confused. He didn't know the age of his little nephew, whether he could understand that such behavior between uncle and nephew was not allowed.

Huang Dan knew the man's mind, what he said first, "I don't hate it, I don't hate it, I like it very much."

Nie Wenyuan's eyes were deep, his face was tense, and he looked very serious, like an old pedant, "Younger, there are many kinds of favorites. Tell me which one you like."

Huang Dan said, "I know you kiss me every night."

Nie Wenyuan paused for a cigarette, then took out the cigarette as if nothing had happened, struck a match and lit it.

Huang Dan got closer, he blew away the smoke that was drifting over, and looked into the man's dark eyes, "I didn't refuse, I didn't hide, I ran away, just like when you kissed me just now, I didn't refuse, I didn't reach out to hold you Push away, but let you do whatever you want, even cater to, don't you understand?"

Nie Wenyuan looked directly at the young man in front of him with scorching eyes, "Have you figured it out?"

The sentence he asked was nonsense, the young man thought about it, he would not let go, even if he died.

God probably doesn't even know, whether life is long or short, how difficult it is to meet someone who wants to hold his hand and live a good life.

Nie Wenyuan no longer thinks about what is in his little nephew's skin, as long as he doesn't go anywhere, just stay by his side, where he can see it.

Huang Dan nodded and said, "I'm not a child, so I can be responsible for my actions."

Nie Wenyuan heard the sound of his heart being locked, there was only one person living there, no one would live in, and the other person could not run out.

"Xiaoyu, are you afraid?"

Huang Dan said he was not afraid, "Don't be afraid either, I will face it with you."

He can't understand men, but he can figure out a certain aspect, that is, feelings. The man is afraid that he will not be able to distinguish between admiration and love. After all, the owner of his body is still young, and the relationship between the two is also there.

After thinking for a while, Huang Dan spoke, and he still called out the man's name, including his first and last name, "Nie Wenyuan, what I like about you is not admiration or admiration, it's because I want you to hug me, kiss me, and be with me." make love."

This sentence is very straightforward, especially the last few words, which have already revealed everything.

Nie Wenyuan closed his eyes, put his big hand on the little nephew's hair, and gently stroked it. His movements were gentle, but the words in his mouth made the scalp tingle.

"You have no chance to regret it, and I won't give it to you."

Huang Dan was about to speak when he was suppressed by the man, and he stretched out his hand to push the other person's shoulder.

Nie Wenyuan's face was pale, and there was sweat on his forehead. His wound was pressed, and the blood gushed out, but the strength in his hands was great. "Do you know how difficult it is for me? Little thing, why didn't you say it earlier? Say it earlier, I can hug you."

Huang Dan endured the pain, "Aren't you hugging now?"

Nie Wenyuan breathed heavily, his brows were wet with sweat, "It's more than two months late."

Huang Dan was moved, and there was a strong smell of blood at the end of his nose. He pursed his lips and pushed the person away.

Nie Wenyuan was pushed and fell to the ground, stretched out a hand, he looked up, it was the nervous eyes of his little nephew.

For a moment, Nie Wenyuan didn't want to move anymore, he suddenly wanted to grow old, so the little nephew was still standing in front of him, just the two of them.

Huang Dan said, "Don't be dazed, I will accompany you to the hospital."

Nie Wenyuan was dragged by him to a nearby hospital. During the period, the people below looked at him back and forth, and he didn't know what they were curious about.

Huang Dan was sitting by the bed and peeling apples, but who knew that he was dragged to his chest and kissed by a man just after he peeled half a circle. He looked eager to explode after holding it in for too long, and wished he could make out with him anytime, anywhere.

As a result, kissing and kissing, something happened to the kiss.

Huang Dan's face was slightly red, and he wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth, breathing lightly, "Nie Wenyuan, are you coming by yourself, or shall I help you?"

The little nephew asked this question very calmly. Rao Nie Wenyuan was stunned for a while, his throat rolled, and he said calmly, "Help me."

Huang Dan frowned lightly, turned around and went to the bathroom to fetch water, mixed boiling water to adjust the water temperature, then put his hand in to make bubbles, and came out when it was not cold.

When liking someone, it becomes a habit and an instinct to worry about some small details.

It was over in less than 2 minutes, and Huang Dan was still very calm. On the other hand, Nie Wenyuan's dark face was no different from the bottom of the pot.

Huang Dan came back after washing his hands, and saw the man was still in the same posture, motionless, obviously he had received a lot of shock, he said, "Don't think too much, this is a normal situation, you just don't adapt to me."

Nie Wenyuan thought to himself, it's not that uncle doesn't adapt to you, it's that uncle has never enjoyed this kind of blessing, he coughed, "less than."

Huang Dan wiped the water off his hands, "Huh?"

Nie Wenyuan said, "Help me one more time."

Huang Dan didn't lift the quilt, but just patted it with his hands. He had an unbelievable expression on his face, "Why are you so..."

Nie Wenyuan was in pain from being photographed, and he didn't change his expression, "Your uncle is in his prime."

"..."

Huang Dan is going to give him a kiss.

At this moment, there was an untimely knock on the door, accompanied by Qiu Tao's shout, "Wen Yuan, I'm here to see you."

The appearance of someone who shouldn't be here changed the atmosphere in the ward.

Nie Wenyuan's brow showed displeasure at being disturbed, but it wasn't someone else who came, it was Qiu Tao. He suppressed the heat in his body and leaned on the bedside thinking.

Huang Dan opened the window to let the cold wind blow in, walked around the ward, visited every corner, moved his nose, and opened the door when he felt that there was no peculiar smell.

Qiu Tao was carrying the fruit basket. He was elegant, like a teacher, not like a businessman. When he saw the person who opened the door, he didn't show a surprised expression. He just said, "Little friend, your uncle is injured, you put the window Drive it that far and he'll catch a cold."

Huang Dan said, "I didn't think that much."

He acted like an ignorant little kid.

Nie Wenyuan kept frowning, as if he was going to teach his little nephew a lesson at any moment.

Qiu Tao laughed. He put the fruit basket on the table and said to Huang Dan, "That's right, your head is small and you can't hold much, unlike your uncle, who can hold a lot."

Nie Wenyuan asked, "Is there something wrong?"

"Wen Yuan, what you said is wrong, I can't come to see you if it's okay?"

Qiu Tao put away his smiling face and said apologetically, "There is a dinner at the Land and Resources Bureau, which was arranged by Lao Liu. I pushed it for you, but I didn't."

He pinched the bridge of his nose, "You also know that Lao Liu is a stickler. He has a much deeper friendship with you than I do. In the past, you often helped us connect in the middle. He left me a sentence this afternoon. , If you don’t come, the dinner will not be held, and the land in Heyuan is still pointing at him to build a stamp.”

Nie Wenyuan asked, "What time?"

Qiu Tao said that it was seven o'clock in the evening, and there were still two or three hours before now. Don't worry, he glanced at Huang Dan, "Little friend, you can go together too."

Huang Dan said, "I won't go, it's boring."

Qiu Tao smiled knowingly, "Yes, we are all old men, and there is a generation gap with you."

Huang Dan, "Yes."

He glanced at the man on the bed from the corner of his eye, and unexpectedly found that the man with his eyelids