My father mother

Hugged and cried.

I lost my mother who didn't love me, and my father who loved me.From now on, Ling Nianyou has to face everything alone.What was I born for?A loveless marriage, an unexpected birth, "Ling Nianyou", even the name was chosen for others.And now, my only relative no longer needs me, what is the value of my existence?

With the sadness for life, I gradually fell asleep while crying.Surprisingly, the nightmare didn't bother me here—maybe it's because I'm no longer afraid of the nightmare—the sadness in reality breaks my heart even more with the nightmare.I don't think I'm ever dreaming of anything more miserable than it is now.

Gentle hand, stroking my head.From the careful movements, I can feel full of love.

"Dad...?" I opened my eyes in a daze, but I didn't see my father's blue eyes, but a pair of pupils as dark as the night sky. "Mom...?" I sat up.

"Little devil, do you know what' misfortune comes from your mouth'?" He You said sullenly with the tip of his nose touching mine.

I smiled shyly. Seeing him now undoubtedly made me more painful.

"Having a nightmare?" His slender fingers caressed the corners of my eyes, full of love and affection.

"No." I shook my head.

"Then why did you cry so much that the quilt was wet?" His finger touched the tip of my nose again, "My face is blurred. Children are not allowed to lie."

"Why didn't you cry with joy?"

"With your head, you won't have such deep dreams for the time being." Gently, he tapped my head.

"It's not a nightmare anyway." I curled my lips and lay down again.

"Your father said that when the weather is bad, you always have nightmares." He looked confused.

"Then why didn't dad come?"

"Can't I? They are all 'Dad'." I raised my eyes and saw his clumsy smiling face, which was very cute.

"You are not father, but mother." I said every word clearly.

"Little devil." He smiled helplessly, stretched out his hand to tuck the corner of the quilt for me, and sighed, "Han has been working on drafts all night these days, so he finally took a break. He said, you like to put on the quilt at night, and you like to do evil. Dreams are always worrying."

"I'm not a child anymore, I can take care of myself."

He You touched my head again, and asked solemnly: "Nian You, do you hate me?"

"No." I shook my head.To be honest, He You treats me very well, loves and spoils me very much, even more than my father.

"The relationship between your father and me...you know that?"

"It's a lover, that is, homosexuality in the general sense."

"Do you hate your dad for being gay?"

"I don't hate it." I said again: "When Dad and Mom are together, they are very happy. There is nothing wrong with having a happy relationship. And..." Sitting up, leaning against He You, "The person Dad likes , I like it too. Moreover, I have no reason to hate you, let alone hate you. Because... I am 'Nian You', although my father never said it, but I know that I have been thinking about you since I was born."

He You hugged me tightly, and I could feel him trembling.I am still obedient, enjoying his arms.

"These words should be said to Han Ye..."

I looked at him and didn't speak.

He looked at me and didn't speak.

Slowly, I laughed, still did not speak.

"What... do you want?" He looked at me suspiciously, "You and Han seem to be carved in the same mold, as long as there is a request, you will smile very brightly."

"Hey, Mom ~ Dad asked you to take care of me for him?"

"Yes."

"When I can't sleep, my father will always sleep with me."

"You mean..."

"alright, that's fine."

"You really lack love."

Cursing his lips, he turned over and lay with his arms around me, laughing at the trauma.My bed is too small, his slender body can only curl up.

"I lack maternal love." Because I was not used to the way he hugged me, I kept moving.Really uncomfortable.

"Don't move. If you move again, I'll throw you down." After finishing speaking with great momentum, he muttered again, "Is there something wrong with Han's education? This kid has a character flaw."

Finally found the best posture - cheek buried on He You's chest.On his collarbone, there was a red mark like a cherry blossom petal.I know, that's called "hickey".

"Mom, did Dad make it?" I pointed there.

"Hey!" He blushed, "A child is like a child, just eat and sleep well!"

I wanted to laugh, but couldn't.Only then did I realize how painful it is for a father who can laugh at any time.

"If I'm not 'Ling Han's son', you might find me annoying. In other words, as long as I'm 'Ling Han's son', you will love me, right?" sad.

"Hey, he is indeed Han's son, and he is always so thoughtful." He You looked at me, not with the eyes of a child, but with the equal eyes of his peers. "But you are right."

Biting my lip, I don't want to cry in front of him.The value of life was once again denied, which made me overwhelmed with grief.Why doesn't he comfort me?Is it so interesting to let me realize the cruelty of fate?

"I don't have children, you know." He continued, "So, when I came to your father, I made a decision: love his children as if they were my own. But, in my eyes, little Nianyou is a cute , A well-behaved child with higher self-esteem than a mountain, I seem to see me when I was a child, why does Han’s son look a little like me? Is it because of his name 'Nianyou'?" Speaking of this, he smiled happily , looking at me with fatherly loving eyes: "I want to love you well. It is because of you that I pamper and love you, not pampering or loving 'Ling Han's son'."

When He You's big hand touched my cheek, I realized that I was crying.I, who never cried in front of my father, was sobbing in his arms.

"Han has always said that because of him, he let his beloved son keep his thoughts in his pocket. In fact, I like you very much, because you pretend to be like Han, and you are so lovable. However, you are our The one and only, our beloved. Although that is very cute, when we want you to be happy. It is very painful to have something on your mind, isn't it?" Pa, pa, pa, He You patted my back lightly, "Nian You , Promise me. Be a happy child. Tomorrow, act like a spoiled child to your father and ask for something. I found that the feeling when you acted like a spoiled child to me will be addictive. I think Han is the same. "

Amidst He You's gentle pats and deep voice, I fell asleep.His fingers are long and slender, not as soft as his father's. Although they are strong, they are gentle and sexy; he smells like cigarettes and his father, and together they are his unique smell.It's not the same as my father, but it feels so good to be in his arms, it's so good to be pampered and loved by him.If I were my father at the time, maybe I would have fallen in love with him too, this stupid, gentle man.

Hmm...not right.I still like Dad.

Can two people like it?It should be ok, they are my parents!

I laughed, not in a dream.Because there will be no dreams, I will be happier than now.

One day, I will find someone who also makes me fall in love deeply.

Most definitely.

Extra episode "A Strange Form"

In a family of three males like ours, especially a family of two grown men and a semi-adult man, it's perfectly normal to be a little scruffy.

However, my house is quite tidy and clean, and we hate outsiders encroaching on our private space, and we have never hired any helpers or domestic workers.But my house, which is clean everywhere, seems to have a capable housewife or helper.

very strange.It should be said that there is no "housewife" in my family, but there is a "househusband".Of course, that person cannot be He You who belongs to the working family, so naturally it is my dear father.

My father said: If you have a good living habit, you don't have to spend too much energy on cleaning the room.

Of course.My father loves to be clean. Although his own things are a bit messy, everything is very clean.He You's personality belongs to the serious type, so his things are also arranged in an orderly manner.As for me, I have one way of making garbage, and another way of cleaning up garbage.

Therefore, there is basically no such thing as "spring cleaning" or "comprehensive clean-up campaign" in my family.

Of course, no matter who the house is, it is inevitable that there will be one or two dead ends.

When I walked out of the attic with a big suitcase in my arms, Dad and He You really jumped.

"I'm really sorry, Nianyou." Dad said to me apologetically.

If it is said that Chinese "contrasts" with children who have not learned well, now is a good opportunity for tutoring.

My current appearance contrasts with my father's unique coolness in summer, and my father's appearance also contrasts with the dust all over my head.

"Dad, hasn't our attic been cleaned for more than 20 years?"

"Yeah, you weren't born when you cleaned up last time." Patting the dirt on my body, my father stopped by and lovingly touched my head, "It's been so many years. Huh? Nianyou ,How did you know?"

"Because I don't even remember it being cleaned!"

"Nianyou, don't cry."

"I'm not crying...I'm choking!"

20 years of dust.Oh My God!Is there something important to look for?I was "crying bitterly" and looked at it again.