Tender trapping

This was the first time Ran Xu heard Zhuo Wenlang take the initiative to mention their father. The story was told very simply, to the effect that under the high-handed policy of a powerful father, his youngest son was forced to experience violent scenes that adults could not bear.

"Minghui's current illness has nothing to do with him." Zhuo Wenlang showed obvious displeasure on his face. Obviously, the memory of Zhuo Guanzhong was not very good. "When I was 13 years old, my mother gave me a gift. It’s a white cat with blue eyes and very beautiful fur…I feed and clean it every day, and I’ve kept it for three years, and then I forgot to close the cage, and the white cat ran out and knocked over the ink on the desk in the study.”

"Zhuo Guanzhong came back with his youngest son and was furious when he saw the messy tabletop."

Zhuo Wenlang was very calm when he narrated these things, but for some reason, Ran Xu always felt that there was something more frightening hidden behind this calmness, he swallowed: "Then what? He took the cat Did you kill it?"

This was the cruelest thing Ran Xu could imagine, his fingers holding Zhuo Wenlang were already trembling.

Zhuo Wenlang turned his head to look at him, with a hint of amusement in his eyes. He had lost control of his emotions when he told Ran Xu this, but he didn't intend to stop.

On the contrary, the bottom of my heart was inexplicably excited by Ran Xu's possible reaction.

"No, he didn't do it himself."

"He instigated Zhuo Minghui to take care of the troublesome animals raised by his brother. He told his youngest son what temperature to pour water on the cat to make it worse than death. The father and son set fire to the cat. The hair on the white cat’s body, the cat meowed for a day and a night in the basement, and finally Zhuo Guanzhong held the hand of his youngest son and stabbed his throat with a knife.”

"Zhuo Minghui was only six years old that year." After Zhuo Wenlang finished speaking, he was not surprised to see Ran Xu's already pale face.

This kind of behavior has gone beyond Ran Xu's cognition. He doesn't understand what kind of person would let his six-year-old son learn to kill animals. Apart from the word "abnormal", Ran Xu can't think of anything else to describe it.

He was so frightened that he didn't notice at all. From the beginning to the end, Zhuo Wenlang didn't say what kind of role he played in it, nor did he reveal any extra information about his family. He just stated one thing: There is a reason for Zhuo Minghui's illness, because he has a mentally abnormal father.

Then Zhuo Wenlang also talked about his father's other evil deeds, and then told Ran Xu: "In the early years, Zhuo Guanzhong's career was not stable. I was brought up by my mother. She is a very gentle woman, but she is not lovable because of that." My father likes... me too, Zhuo Guanzhong felt that I was weak and incompetent until the moment he died, full of art and unrealistic fantasies."

Zhuo Wenlang's voice was quite bewitching, he pulled Ran Xu and hugged him from behind.

Ran Xu was wrapped in the scent of the person behind him, it was a reassuring scent of sandalwood, mixed with some light floral fragrance, warm and quiet.

The moment Zhuo Wenlang's chest was pressed against Ran Xu's back, he could clearly feel the frustration and loneliness of this man who was ten years older than him.

"...But you've done a great job now." Ran Xu didn't know how to comfort him, so he could only turn around and face Zhuo Wenlang, staring at him, repeating a fact earnestly, "Otherwise... Otherwise, I wouldn't be like this, so..." He stammered.

"What?" Zhuo Wenlang looked at him with a smile.

"I like you so much." Ran Xu blushed completely the moment he finished speaking.

Zhuo Wenlang laughed lightly, he kneaded Ran Xu's cheek like kneading dough: "Good boy."

Ran Xu was even more embarrassed by his smile, so he threw his arms around Zhuo Wenlang's neck and kissed him on the lips.

Zhuo Wenlang hugged Ran Xu, and let the boy grope to kiss him. Ran Xu's kissing skills were terrible, he was clearly trying to kiss someone else but seemed to suffocate himself. In the hair, kiss him until his whole body becomes limp.

It was a winter night with howling cold winds outside, but inside it was like warm sunshine in March. The two kissed from the sofa to the carpet. Ran Xu's clothes were already messed up. He gasped and pushed Zhuo Wenlang lightly. He didn't expect to do this at first He easily stopped the man's further actions, but Zhuo Wenlang stopped stretching his hand into his clothes in the next second.

Ran Xu looked at him in a daze, as if he didn't understand why...

Zhuo Wenlang pulled him up from the ground and helped him to sit on the sofa: "I know you're not ready yet, it's not my hobby to force others into difficulties, just wait a little longer."

With such a considerate gentleman, Ran Xu could hardly tell anything bad about Zhuo Wenlang.

However, when the two separated, the heat on Ran Xu's forehead gradually faded, and he began to think of what Zhuo Minghui had said to him, and he felt a little nervous again.

"Mr. Zhuo, I actually have a question..."

"Ok?"

Ran Xu carefully observed Zhuo Wenlang's expression and saw that he was not unhappy, so he asked, "How...how did your father die?"

Zhuo Wenlang didn't show any unnecessary expression because of his question, he sighed, thought for a while, and then asked Ran Xu: "Did Minghui tell you something?"

Ran Xu remained silent, not intending to confess Zhuo Minghui.

Zhuo Wenlang didn't dwell on this question for too long, and quickly gave the answer: "He smuggled drugs and was executed by shooting."

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That day, the communication between the two people ended.

Ran Xu knew that no matter who it was, having a criminal father was not a glorious thing, including Zhuo Wenlang.

Zhuo Wenlang hated his father deeply, and his younger brother also suffered from mental illness due to his father's evil deeds. Everything was logical and there were no other doubts, but Ran Xu still kept an eye on it.

After returning to school, Ran Xu sent a message to Lin Yingying, asking her to find out about Zhuo Minghui's whereabouts-although the two of them were not very happy when they first met, but later Zhuo Minghui did help him out. Too much, in Ran Xu's heart, the two should be regarded as friends.

Even though Zhuo Wenlang said it was fine, Ran Xu still wanted to confirm whether the truth was as Zhuo Wenlang said.

Lin Yingying inquired about it through her father, Lin Zhengqing, without going through a counselor, and directly applied to see the information of their college, and the feedback she gave was: it is true.

"Zhuo Minghui's medical history seems to be noted in his admission file." Lin Yingying knew about this for the first time, and her expression was very surprised. "It's the first time I've heard of mania."

"Have you applied for a leave of absence recently?"

"Well, this is the second time I have applied for a suspension of school. If I take another suspension, I will probably be expelled." Lin Yingying also became sympathetic when she learned of Zhuo Minghui's illness, "His brother... what?"

"Mr. Zhuo said that he will be sent abroad for recuperation. A change of environment may make his illness heal faster."

Late blessings, happy new year~ I wish you all good health in the new year~