Adoption relationship

"Are you all right?" Xiang Weiding asked the dazed girl in his arms.

"...Uh, no...it's okay." Lusha hurriedly left Xiang Weiding's embrace, blushing and said, "Thank you."

"I'm leaving."

The pretty girl was still running like a deer because of the "intimate contact" just now, but Xiang Weiding was already walking towards Zhang Jianan, whom he saw at the first sight when he came out of the examination room.

In the past three years, Zhang Jiao has come to Bingqing City every summer vacation. Thanks to her, Xiang Weiding has been trained by her to treat all women with a much gentler attitude-of course, this is only relative, and Zhang Jianan often says Boys must have a gentlemanly demeanor in front of girls. Just now when Lu Sha fell, Xiang Weiding could avoid it and just watch. But... because Zhang Jianan was looking at this side, Xiang Weiding still stretched Help.

"Have you waited long?" Xiang Weiding stood beside Zhang Jianan, almost body to body.

Zhang Jianan looked up at his son who was a head taller than him, and then looked back at the beautiful girl. He couldn't help asking curiously, "Weiding, who is that girl?"

"It's not someone, just a classmate." Xiang Weiding replied casually.

classmate?

Zhang Jian'an doesn't quite believe it, after all, he came from this age, and he was also young. The girl's expression on her son was not like that of an ordinary classmate, and Xiang Weiding is a year old. This is the first time Zhang Jian'an saw him with a girl. There is an intersection!

In June, the weather was slightly hot, and after standing outside for a long time, Xiang Weiding saw that Zhang Jian'an's face was covered with a little sweat, a little stuffy, a little distressed, and said, "Let's go home first!"

"Oh, okay, go home...I'll cook something delicious for you when I go home, son, you worked hard on the exam today." Zhang Jianan took his son's hand and walked home, temporarily forgetting about the girl.

In fact, Xiang Weiding, who is already much taller than Zhang Jianan, is really not suitable to be led away, but... when Zhang Jianan stretched out his hand, Xiang Weiding handed it over naturally and obediently past.

"Weiding, how do you feel about your exam today?" Zhang Jianan asked his son.

"It's not bad. I feel like I've performed well. You don't have to worry." Xiang Weiding replied immediately.

"Well, don't worry, my son is so flattering, how can I worry about it!" Zhang Jianan was a little proud, and then asked with concern: "Are you tired all this time?"

"Not tired."

What's so tiring?It's just a few days of test papers.

Xiang Weiding felt that Zhang Jianan was tired instead, because Zhang Jianan was quite nervous during this period of time, and he bought all kinds of nutritional products all day long, saying that he would nourish his brain, and even found some nutritional recipes, and followed the above, saying that it was for Xiang Wei Make up your body regularly, make up your body all day long...

"The college entrance examination is over today. You can rest as much as you want before the university starts. Oh... By the way, Jiaojiao will not be coming this year. It is August Jiaojiao's grandma's birthday. The two old people will take Jiaojiao back to Hwaseong for the summer vacation." Zhang Jian'an told his son about the little girl.

Xiang Weiding was slightly startled, a little surprised, never thought that Zhang Jiao would not come suddenly, and then he couldn't say whether he was happy or disappointed at the news that the little girl would not come this year... Glad that no one will come to occupy Zhang Jianan's sight, disappointed ——I have no chance to sleep with Zhang Jianan this year.

"Son, what would you like to eat tonight?"

"You can eat whatever you decide to eat."

"There is no food at home, should we go to the supermarket to buy it now or go to the market?"

"It will be all right."

"The supermarket is cleaner, and the market is noisy. Son, you don't seem to like going to the market?"

"It would be nice to go with you, too."

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Along the way, Zhang Jianan consulted his son about the dinner, and Xiang Weiding also answered questions cooperatively, but all his attention was actually on the hands they held.

How long ago was that?Xiang Weiding thought about it seriously.

He is this year, but in Xiang Weiding's heart, his life began when he met Zhang Jian'an, and the previous ones don't count.

In the year when my real life started, when I went to the street with Zhang Jianan for the first time, Zhang Jianan also kept holding his hand tightly like this, as if he was afraid of losing him, it was a very novel feeling.

In the past few years, Zhang Jian'an has often held his hand like this. Xiang Weiding once thought that he could continue like this forever.

He grew up slowly. Although there was only Zhang Jianan in his life and no complicated others, Xiang Weiding also began to mature with age. He understood what Zhang Jianan said back then, everyone should have a home, a The family members who support each other and can hold hands are not fathers or elders, but wives.

Everyone is like this, women want to find a reliable husband to hold hands, men want to find a virtuous wife to hold hands.Since ancient times, China has emphasized the harmony of yin and yang, and a family must have a man and a woman.

Xiang Weiding looked down at the two holding hands. Zhang Jianan held his hand halfway, and his thumb rested on the back of Zhang Jianan's hand. His hand was in a drooping posture, with blood vessels protruding slightly. While walking, Xiang Weiding's thumb brushed against Zhang Jianan's slightly protruding blood vessels. The touch of this vein made Xiang Weiding slightly satisfied.

At the beginning of the handshake, Zhang Jian'an grabbed Xiang Weiding's hand. The back of his hand was stuck in his tiger's mouth, and Xiang Weiding's slender fingers were exposed. When walking and swaying, Xiang Weiding deliberately followed the swing Little by little, he pulled his hand back a little bit, and then his fingers reached Zhang Jianan's palm. At this time, Xiang Weiding kept the same shaking frequency as Zhang Jianan, so as not to let his hand fall out. Keep your fingers from his palm.

Once, when he was 11 years old, when the thin Xiang Weiding was held by Zhang Jianan, his whole little hand was almost trapped in Zhang Jianan's palm, and he felt at ease being wrapped by Zhang Jianan.

Now, Xiang Weiding's hand is wider and bigger than Zhang Jian'an's when he opens it. He feels that he can hold Zhang Jian'an's hand now, but... every time Zhang Jian'an reaches out first, and every time he is obedient Hand over to be held by him.

At this time, listening to Zhang Jianan talking about some household chores, Xiang Weiding let his fingers move and dawdle in Zhang Jianan's palm as if they were swinging naturally. Too slight movements did not attract Zhang Jianan's attention. However, Xiang Weiding never tires of it. He concentrates on controlling the distance between Zhang Jianan, the swing of his arms, and the movements of his fingers...

How nice it is to hold hands like this!

Even if you can't hold his hand, you can only be held, that's fine.

It's just the hand-to-hand rubbing, a little bit of skin contact, but Xiang Weiding half-closed his eyes as if enjoying it.

comfortable?Comfortable?Not enough to describe Xiang Weiding's feelings.

But in fact, Xiang Weiding didn't just have this feeling in his heart at this time. His heart was sour at the same time, thick, as if he had drunk a catty of mature vinegar... His stomach was sour, his heart was sour, and his mouth felt sour... ...sour to feel slightly bitter.

Everyone thinks that a man wants to hold hands with a woman, and a woman wants to hold hands with a man. The person who holds hands is the opposite sex. Even the elders can only hold your hand when you were young...

But...Xiang Weiding wants to hold hands like this all the time, holding hands with Zhang Jianan...

Is it not possible?