Baby, wait until you grow up

An Boning lowered his head.

A man's love is what he gives, what he gives, and at the same time, he can take it back any day.Without warning and without measurement, he can be thrown into the eighteenth level of hell.Although he longed for the warmth and love that was the only thing he wanted, he was also afraid that the next time, despair would come suddenly and tear away his heart, liver and lungs.

He is not afraid of that kind of pain, but he is afraid that by then, all his love for him will have disappeared and will no longer exist.

"I'm leaving, Dad." An Boning bid farewell.

An Hao knew that he was stubborn, but it was the first time he experienced it himself, this kind of feeling is really hard to compare.

"I will come back to see you when I have time. You..." An Boning bit her lip, "You have to take good care of yourself, Dad."

Hearing this, an idea flashed in An Hao's mind.

He grabbed the young man, "Wait, Ningning." Facing the latter's puzzled gaze, An Hao said, "It's too late to go back today, let's rest at home for a night."

"I……"

"Dad doesn't agree to such a request?"

"..."

"Ning Ning, you really make me sad." The man showed real sadness on his face, he let go, turned around, and said in a heavy tone, "Go, the driver is waiting outside." An Hao never looked back, The back of the hand is facing the child.After a while, there was no movement behind him, the hanging heart let go and then hung up again, floating in the air vainly.He wasn't sure if the child would leave quietly? !

"dad."

That heart finally fell.

"Don't be angry, I'll leave tomorrow." He compromised softly.Even if a man can really give up on him.But An Boning would always inadvertently and couldn't help but give in for An Hao's mood.

The housing was quickly arranged, and it was the bedroom that An Boning had lived in for more than ten years.

The house covered in sky blue quilts is filled with the fragrance of lemon, the murals have not lost any color, and even the Iron Man alarm clock on the bedside table has no trace of rust. The time here seems to be still a few years ago.

An Hao saw that although the child's expression had changed, but he had no objection after all, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.He restrained himself, stood outside the door and said good night, the radical behavior that Bo Ning was worried about did not happen at all.

An Hao didn't want to scare away the children who were in the panic stage.

Back in the study, An Hao locked the door.He took off his clothes and went to the bathroom barefoot, and poured cold water on his head and covered his whole body.On a day in September and October, the cold water at night was so icy that people shivered.After about ten minutes, the cold water was no longer so cool on the skin, so he reached out and turned off the switch.Rubbing his arms and walking back and forth, he began to take a cold shower again.In this way, after going back and forth dozens of times, An Hao finally fell down on the bed satisfied.

An hour, two hours, the clock in my eyes ticked by, my body still didn't respond at all.

An Hao squeezed himself twice for his unbearable body.He gritted his teeth, turned over and opened the refrigerator.He took out some crushed ice, wrapped it in a clean cloth, and held it tightly in his arms.Lying on the bed, An Hao's whole body was shaking, and he couldn't bear to bury ice in anyone's heart.

The feeling of being sick climbed into the body with difficulty.With cold hands and feet and hot head, An Hao felt that he should have caught a cold.When he was in a daze, he still remembered opening the locked door, and then propped himself up and returned to the bed like a dead body.

On the other side, An Boning didn't know that the old man at 37 was playing such childish tricks, and he tossed and turned in the familiar room by himself.Some small fragments in his heart were weighed and kneaded over and over again in his mind, and they were broken into pieces.

In my memory, it has never dawned so soon.He was reluctant to get up, hugging the quilt as if he could still smell the man's body.

About half an hour later, An Boning opened the door, came to the next room and knocked on the door, "Dad, are you up yet?"

No one answered him, but the door opened.

An Boning hesitated for a while, then raised his legs and walked in.The study room was turned upside down and changed into a room with a black and white pattern and a strong icy atmosphere. The man was lying on a big bed with a black and white checkered pattern.

"Dad, get up."

An Hao opened his tired eyes, and moaned in pain, "Ugh"

An Boning's heart skipped a beat, "Father, what's wrong with you?"

An Hao took the opportunity to grab someone's hand and covered his left chest, and mourned: "Ning Ning, Dad has a headache, a sore throat, and a pain all over, he must have caught a cold."

"Cold?" He knelt on one knee beside the pillow, leaned over to touch the man's forehead, and then touched his own, wondering, "I don't have a fever."

"How is it possible!" The man's eyes widened.

An Boning saw that his complexion was not very good, and he suggested that, "Call the doctor to come and take a look?"

You are the best doctor.

An Hao was afraid that he would be suspicious, so he agreed to let the family doctor come to see him.He felt very bad about himself and took it for granted that he was seriously ill.However, it was his self-importance. The doctor asked him three times, and after taking his temperature four times, he definitely told him that he just had a slight fever and there was nothing to worry about.

The family doctor didn't understand at all, who doesn't want himself to be well, why the customer has such a gritted expression of wanting to tear his corpse into thousands of pieces.

After sending the doctor away, An Boning asked with concern, "Dad, are you really okay?"

An Hao kept cursing that incompetent quack who couldn't wink in his heart, and he had to say: "The doctor said it's all right, there shouldn't be any major problems." He sat up, his body a little heavy.

"That……"

"Let's have breakfast, I'm hungry." An Hao looked at the young man with weak eyes.

Silence, An Baining nodded.

Their breakfast is served with milk and eggs on one side, and they eat less greasy burgers.Si Ning had already eaten a nutritious meal and went to school. Only the father and son were left at the table, silent and relatively speechless.

Not knowing whether it was because he was in a bad mood or really uncomfortable, An Hao ate a few mouthfuls and kept looking at his son with half-closed eyes.He figured it out, since the young man insisted on leaving, it didn't mean he couldn't live in that city.

The man's gaze is very present, and An Boning can't ignore it. After drinking the milk, he said: "Father..." As soon as the words came out, the man stopped him, "You want to go back, I know, I will send it off myself You go to the station."

"You don't go to work?"

"What is more important than a son. Dad will take you to buy some special products and go home. If you have good friends, share more with them." A very considerate and good father.

An Boning waved her hand, "No need. She goes out all the year round, so she can buy it herself."

Sure enough, like the information found, the child has only made one pure friend over the years.But An Hao still felt a little jealous in his heart, only that girl had seen the baby's growth in those four years.

"You send it, it is your heart."

An Hao insisted on taking him to buy special products, traveled around half of the city, and finally packed most of the so-called special products in the trunk.

Bo Ning didn't bring his ID, and he was in a hurry to leave, so he could only take a car.There were people coming and going at the station, An Hao protected the child so that no one would touch him. "You wait here, Dad will buy tickets for you."

The objection was also ineffective, An Boning watched him walk into the long queue for buying tickets.Among so many people, he is so special, his tall and straight body can shine brightly standing there, every line of his body is so eye-catching, An Boning can't take his eyes off.

"The car is an hour later, Ningning, go for a walk with Dad."

An Boning closed his eyes, avoiding his holding hands, "Dad, just send it here."

"I'll wait until you get in the car before leaving."

"Father." An Boning's pair of autumn water scissors shone with water, "I beg you."

"..."

"Goodbye."

An Hao felt annoyed when he thought of the way that kid was obviously reluctant to give up but dodged everywhere.

He adjusted the car to the highest gear, and it was so fast.

An Hao didn't understand that he had done something wrong, but no one could do anything wrong.How could he be beaten to death with a stick once he made a mistake?

In the world of emotions, if you make a mistake once, you just throw sand in your eyes, which makes you cry all over your face and makes you feel uncomfortable for a long time.Even though that discomfort disappeared, once I think about it, I always feel palpitations.

When An Hao returned home, he really fell ill, and he had a tendency to fall ill.When he moved, his head hurt like needles, and his body seemed to be torn from it. He felt like he was going to die.

"Baby."

His eyes were hot, so hot that he was about to shed tears.

"Baby, baby..." He repeatedly called the child's name affectionately.

An Hao didn't want to call a doctor, he felt as if he was being crushed under a heavy boulder, and had difficulty breathing.He was suffering from a fever, and woke up in a daze, as if he saw his baby by his side, and wanted to grab it, but couldn't.His head was swollen and painful, and he fell asleep again in a daze.

When An Hao was in a magma fire pit, the phone rang.He couldn't hear clearly, and he didn't want to take the effort to pick it up. He just wanted to concentrate even a little bit of consciousness to describe the appearance of the baby over and over again.