Adoption relationship

I don’t know how to cook food very well, and the taste is hard to swallow. In fact, it may not be that bad. It’s just that I’m used to the food made by Xiang Weiding. My stomach is full, so I eat my own food , I can't get used to it.

In the wardrobe is no longer the clean clothes folded every day waiting for him to wear, but a pile of dirty clothes that are taken off without paying attention, and the room is no longer as spotless as before. It was ashes to touch, and there were garbage everywhere in the room that he threw down without paying attention.

Sigh... The house has been clean and tidy for the past few years, making Zhang Jian'an think that his living habits are very good!During the half month that Xiang Weiding was not at home, Zhang Jianan got to know himself again, and even remembered Xu Wen's kennel that belonged to single men in his previous life!

Xiang Weiding and Jiang Weitao went home, opened the door, and saw sofa cushions in the living room littered, a few food bags on the coffee table in the middle, and the tiled floor was no longer visible, but messy footprints, on the dining table There are also two barrels of instant noodles that have been eaten.

Jiang Weitao looked left and right, and couldn't help asking hesitantly, "This...is your house?"

In fact, it's not very dirty or messy, it's like this in most families, no one can really have the time to clean it up every day, but... the image of the Zhang family in Jiang Weitao's eyes has always been too good, every time I come to the Zhang family Seeing that they are all immutable and clean, the Zhang family has been stereotyped in Jiang Weitao's mind, and it is a bit too unexpected to suddenly see the appearance in front of him.

"...It's not my house, you can go back." Xiang Weiding replied coldly to Jiang Weitao, and wanted to shut Jiang Weitao out of the door.

"Hey...don't, don't, don't, I haven't seen Uncle Zhang for half a month, and if you keep me, there will be more helpers to clean up the house, right?" Jiang Weitao hurried into the room.

Jiang Weitao wanted to take the initiative to help, and Xiang Weiding did not refuse, and assigned him to clean up the living room and kitchen. Jiang Weitao did not want to touch Zhang Jianan's room at all, and Xiang Weiding had to do it himself. In Xiang Weiding's eyes, Zhang Jianan's room was just like Zhang Jianan's. Like the people in Jian'an, he doesn't like being touched by others.

Pushing open the door of the room, the bed is messy, the closet is wide open, Zhang Jianan’s room is even more messy than the living room, he walked in to Weiding, closed the door, put the messed things in the room in their original positions first, and then put the mess on the bed The air conditioner used in summer was folded, and Xiang Weiding sat on the bed in a daze for a while, then walked to the open wardrobe, where clean clothes and unwashed clothes were piled together.

Xiang Weiding took out the laundry to be washed and put it aside, then folded the clean clothes, and looked at the pile of dirty clothes in his hand, and the corners of his mouth couldn't stop turning up.

See, Ann still needs him, at least in these trivial matters of life.

What can be done for Zhang Jianan, what can be needed by Zhang Jianan, no matter how small it is, it makes Xiang Weiding smile with satisfaction.

"Hey, Xiang Weiding, why are you so stupid?" Jiang Weitao pushed open the door of Zhang Jianan's room, saw Xiang Weiding smiling alone, and shouted in surprise.

Xiang Weiding, who was in a daze just now, didn't notice Jiang Weitao's footsteps approaching this room at all. At this moment, he stopped the smile on his face, turned his head and gave Jiang Weitao a cold look, then walked to the door with dirty clothes in his arms, and put Jiang Weitao pushed away, saying: "Go and do things quickly."

"You just ask me to do something, and you are in a daze?" Jiang Weitao said dissatisfied.

"Dissatisfied? Not happy?" Xiang Weiding glanced at Jiang Weitao, and said leisurely: "If you are not happy, you can leave, and no one will keep you."

"What's your attitude?" Jiang Weitao pointed at Xiang Weiding, making a look of trembling with anger, but Xiang Weiding ignored his solo performance, closed the door of Zhang Jianan's room, and went straight away. Seeing that Xiang Weiding ignored him, Jiang Weitao touched his nose embarrassingly, and muttered in a low voice: "Do what you do, anyway, you take care of the food."

When Zhang Jianan came back from get off work, the smell of food wafted in as soon as he opened the door. Looking at it again, the house was completely new, and it was completely different from when he went out in the morning. Think about it, his son’s military training is over today. The son is home.

When they heard the door opened, Xiang Weiding, who was busy in the kitchen, and Jiang Weitao, who had nothing to do in the kitchen and was not helping, all ran out.

Looking at Zhang Jianan, whom he hadn't seen for half a month, Xiang Weiding wanted to go over and hug him tightly for a moment. Half a month seemed to be a long time, but... this was him and Zhang Jianan together. For the first time in so many years of living apart for such a long time.

During the half month of military training, he couldn't see Zhang Jianan every morning, and couldn't say "good night" to Zhang Jianan every night. When he went to sleep, he knew that Zhang Jianan was no longer separated by a wall. All this made Xiang Weiding very upset. Get used to it, not used to it to the point of discomfort, a bit like a fish out of water, feeling suffocated, which made it difficult for him to fall asleep at night, he thought about Zhang Jian'an countless times, and his heart ached.

Seeing Zhang Jianan at this time, Xiang Weiding just wanted to simply step forward and hug him tightly, but... In the West, hugging is a kind of etiquette, but in China it is not easy. His identity is close to that of Zhang Jian'an. He has grown bigger and bigger these past few years, and these intimate actions are no longer suitable for him.

The more he cared, the more anxious he became. Xiang Weiding didn't want Zhang Jianan to notice anything, he didn't want Zhang Jianan to know that he had that kind of... dirty thoughts, he didn't want Zhang Jianan to dislike him, he couldn't bear the possible result .

"Uncle Zhang, you're back from get off work!" Jiang Weitao greeted Zhang Jianan with a smile.

Zhang Jian'an smiled uncomfortably. When he left home this morning, he still remembered the general appearance of the house. He made such a mess of the house and was seen by his two children. Seeing...he really felt that his image as an elder must have been damaged.

"Cough... I didn't expect you all to come back!" Zhang Jianan scratched his head with his hands, feeling a little embarrassed.

"Well, I'll be back in the afternoon." Xiang Weiding walked up to Zhang Jianan, reached for the briefcase in Zhang Jianan's hand, grabbed Zhang Jianan's hand deliberately but seemingly unintentionally, and shook it slightly, Released, took the briefcase and put it on the sofa.

Zhang Jianan glanced at Xiang Weiding, not understanding what his son was doing to help him carry his briefcase. It wasn't heavy, and the sofa was beside him. Does he still need his son to help put it away?

"You rest first, the meal is almost ready." Xiang Weiding controlled his body's desire to hug Zhang Jianan, looked at Zhang Jianan intently, but tried contradictoryly to keep his eyes from revealing too much emotion.