troubled times reckless

Afterwards, it is to serve tea, talk about the scene, eat, and so on.

The mother's face was always full of joy, and she finally sat at the same table with Liang Zhiyuan.

After the work was over, my mother was urged by several aunts to buy new clothes in the afternoon, but Liang Zhiyuan left me alone, looking serious.

He said he was going to relieve himself first and asked me to wait for him in the room. As soon as I entered the door, there was still some wine on the table.

He took a sip first, the taste was very bland, he stood up and leaned against the door, with a small cup in his hand, looking at the porcelain patterns through the sunlight, bored.

Someone knocked on the door, and I said, "Come in."

It was Liang Zhiyuan's youngest concubine who pushed the door, wearing a light yellow gown, she didn't seem to expect that I was the only one: "Where is the master?"

"Maybe washing up."

She nodded and left, giving me another look before closing the door.

I was drinking to myself, when I saw Liang Zhiyuan entered the room, he smiled when he met my gaze, squinted his eyes, making it impossible to guess what he was thinking: "Ah Hao."

"Ah."

He first took out a fragrant handkerchief, wiped his hands carefully, and then applied hand cream.

"What smell?" I asked.

"Verbena, imported from France. Or?" He said, throwing the small bottle towards me.

I caught it.

He was tying his hair with one hand, walked to the mirror, picked up a small comb to comb his gray hair, and said with a little attention: "Ah Hao, I'm getting old."

"Is it."

He turned around, with a look of self-pity and loneliness in his eyes.Seeing me looking at him, he hooked the corners of his mouth chicly again, and sighed quite charmingly: "I feel old when I see you."

"Oh?"

He came over and put his hand on my shoulder, smelling like fragrant flower ointment all over his body, only to hear him lower his voice: "Why, you still don't want to call me daddy?"

Swirling the small wine glass between my fingers, I raised my head and took another sip of the wine.

In the sight of him, his gray hair was neatly combed by his ears, and there was some remnants of the fortitude and coquettishness that I admired and envied in my childhood. I smiled and said, "Your clothes look good."

Liang Zhiyuan smiled slightly, with a glow of approval in his eyes: "It was specially designed by someone else, and the style is still the same as the old one, with only minor changes. You have discovered all of this, and your vision is getting better and better."

"Where, it's not what you taught me before."

"Oh? I taught you this?" He still seemed surprised.

I took another sip of my wine: "You forgot, you also taught me how to walk, how to walk, how to dance, how to pronounce words when talking with people..."

Liang Zhiyuan looked at me and laughed: "No wonder you look so much like me."

"..."

"Ah Hao, I'm getting old and I can't wait anymore." He looked into my eyes as he spoke, "I've been looking forward to a title for more than 20 years..."

I don't know what is surging in my chest, but it's not warmth.

He was still looking at me.

"Dad." I said.

He hugged me, and I was stiff all over.

Suddenly someone knocked on the door, Liang Zhiyuan hugged me for a while, then let go, and said to the door: "Come in."

Opening the door and looking, it was the little concubine from just now, who was holding some soup steaming in an exquisite bowl, and smiled slightly: "Master."

Liang Zhiyuan pointed to the desk: "Put it there, I'll talk to the young master. Make a bowl for the young master too."

The door closed, Liang Zhiyuan and I sat down, put a glass on the desk, and poured some wine.

But he suddenly said: "Ah Hao, Mrs. Seven seems to like you very much."

I raised my eyes and saw Liang Zhiyuan staring at me, so I said lightly, "I like her a lot too."

Liang Zhiyuan was taken aback when he heard the words, and then raised his chin: "Do you want to give it to you?"

"Don't...bring home more chopsticks and more mouths. I'll come in the future, and you can borrow me occasionally to use it."

Liang Zhiyuan laughed when he heard the words: "You are so courageous, do you ever talk to your father like that?"

I shrugged.

He sighed: "You are exactly the same as I was when I was young. It's not good to be sentimental and ungrateful."

I look at him.

"I met your mother for more than 30 years before I knew the true love in the world. I don't buy it with a thousand dollars. I was young for a while, but I always regret it now."

Hearing this, I was silent for a long while, and finally said slowly: "You have said so many things over the years, this sentence is the only one that makes sense."

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Coming out of the Liang Mansion, he was full of depression.I don't know why, once Liang Zhiyuan made such an appearance, I really don't know how to treat him in the future.

I went back to my small mansion all the way, and opened the bedroom door with the food in my hand.

"It's time to eat." I said.

Sunlight came in from the windows, and the curtains were all circled. People were blinded by the sun and sunburned lazily.

Wang Quan sat up slowly, and I walked over, and he took the chopsticks from my hand blankly.Start eating little by little.

I sat on the side and waited for him to eat, then I cleared the tableware for him.

Seeing that he was going to lie down to sleep again, I said, "Wait a minute."

Helping him to sit on the mattress, he raised his eyelids and glanced at me.

I sat on the edge of the bed and took out a small box from my arms: "Open it and have a look."

He didn't move.

Lightly covering his hand, I said softly, "Open it and have a look."

He took the box awkwardly.

The moment he opened the box, the muscles on his face seemed to twitch, but he quickly returned to his silent appearance.

I smiled: "Yesterday, I went to buy jewelry for my mother. I saw it in the window. I thought it looked good, so I bought it."

Lying in Wang Quan's hands was a fiery red pendant, shaped like a flame, like a heart.

"For you." I said.

"Turn over and take a look."

He opened his mouth slightly, and slowly turned over the pendant, only to see two small characters engraved in the gold hollow - Jing Yu.

Yesterday I asked someone to process the characters in the back, and I stopped by to pick them up when I came back from Liangfu.

He lowered his head, and I leaned forward, wrapped my arms around him, buried my head on his thick neck, and closed my eyes: "I like you."

He didn't speak, I just felt the warm breath in my ear.

I stretched out my hand to touch his short hair, it was itchy in the palm of my hand, and I ran down the hair. I stroked his face and touched it lightly with my lips. I recalled the first time I met him. At that time, he was so arrogant. Domineering, unruly.

She held his face, kissed her lips, and pushed him down on the bed.

He opened his eyes and let me play with him, like a silent puppet, only when I touched him, his muscles bounced in response... But I was in a particularly good mood today... I spent a lot of time Open up his backside, kiss him, comfort him.

Until the moment I entered, he finally moaned under my repeated bumps, his stiff muscles trembled, and his slack eyes gradually gathered...

Sweat dripped from his cheeks to his eyelids, he blinked, I kissed his eyelashes, and at the same time climbed to the top in his body.

After satiation, we intertwined and shared each other's warmth.

"I like you……"

I murmured, not only telling him, but also admonishing myself.

I don't know how long it has passed, but his arms are still paralyzed on the bed, not touching my back for a long time...

I fell asleep.