Reason is still chaotic

On the eve of the new year, after two small battles, Shen Zijing calmly arranged his team, while he hid in Benxi Lake City, preparing to welcome the new year.

He occupies a large and spacious courtyard, which was originally a Japanese residence, with low windows and a floor installed in the room.After the Japanese surrendered and retreated, the house changed hands several times, the windows were raised, and the kang was built. When it was Shen Zichun's turn to take over, it had become a completely Chinese house.

Shen Jiali liked this set of square and square houses very much. Based on his experience of eating tiles falling down in the past, this house can be ranked among the best no matter what.After getting up early and having dinner, he was wearing a thin and soft satin squirrel fur robe, and sat cross-legged at the kang table to teach Shen Ziqi how to read and write.

He is very open-minded now, anyway, he has already died once, and now he is living every day to earn a living, and he should live a decent life every day.The weather was fine and the room was hot, and his injuries and illnesses were dormant for the time being, and he himself knew how to take care of himself. His hair and face were always tidy and clean, and he stood and sat like he did. The purpose was to set an example for his son. The role of Shen Ziqi - since Shen Ziqi came back, under the influence of Shen Zijing, he has become a little bit swearing again.

Shen Ziqi wrote big square characters stroke by stroke, yawned as he wrote, turned his head to Shen Jiali and hummed: "Dad, it's snowing outside."

Shen Jiali stared at the writing on his notebook, and responded with his nose: "Yes."

Shen Ziqi observed his words and saw that his father did not reprimand him, so he began to scoff, "Dad, let's go build a snowman!"

Shen Jiali stared: "Huh?!"

Shen Ziqi stuck out his tongue, curled his lips again, glanced at his father again, finally lowered his head, and continued writing.

Shen Ziqi was usually in forced labor, so he finished writing this article with untold hardships, and sent it to his father for review.Although he wrote reluctantly, but it is indeed full of good words, people can not find mistakes.After reading this assignment, Shen Jiali suddenly became elated, and that kind of joy was indescribable.After hugging Shen Ziqi and kissing him several times, he thought happily: "Is it possible that I will raise a scholar?"

After arguing with his son on the kang for a long time, Shen Jiali let Shen Ziqi go out to build a snowman.Sitting alone on the hot kang, he was pinching the words while he was ironing his buttocks and thighs.Just when he was proud of himself, Shen Zijing suddenly walked in with a chill all over.

When Shen Zijing entered the door, he had a slight smile on his face, his eyes were bright, and he was obviously in a good mood.Casting his eyes on the kang, he asked, "Hey, what's so beautiful?"

Shen Jiali was also capable of swearing back then, but now he is simply afraid of his mouth.He hesitated and answered in a low voice, he really didn't know if the next sentence was a foul language: "I'm reading... Ziqi's words."

Shen Zijing sat on the edge of the kang and took off his shoes, turned around and crawled to Shen Jiali's side.Scanning the writing paper with his head, he turned over and lay down without interest, and pillowed on Shen Jiali's lap.

Looking up at Shen Jiali's face from bottom to top, he asked leisurely: "Third Uncle, what's wrong? You never give me a smile, am I sorry for you?"

Shen Jiali suspected that he was looking for trouble, and immediately pulled himself together and replied: "You saved my life and provided for me and my son. I am very grateful to you."

"Then why do you act like a dead father all day long, crying when you see me?"

Shen Jiali originally planned to remain silent, but after thinking about it, he knew that the other party was getting entangled, and silence would not solve the problem, so he simply didn't pretend to be stupid and waste his energy: "Your grandfather really didn't have time. "

Shen Zijing was stunned for a moment, but then he came to his senses and couldn't help laughing: "Fuck! The older you get, the more cunning you are! Talk to me!"

Then he stared at Shen Jiali for a moment, then suddenly got up again.

"You said you were grateful to me?"

Shen Jiali put the writing paper on the kang table, then glanced at Shen Zijing: "Yes."

Shen Zijing sat down in front of Shen Jiali, and began to laugh silently.

He laughed very depressed, he was out of breath but not in, his upright shoulders trembled irregularly, as if he might not be able to catch his breath at any time, and fainted.Shen Jiali looked up at him, feeling very complicated in his heart, a mess that was constantly being cut and straightened out.

"Stop laughing." He whispered: "How can you laugh like this? You even laugh so awkwardly."

Shen Zijing took a deep breath, and then said flatly and without emotion: "Hahaha."

This weird change made Shen Jiali laugh too.Shaking his head helplessly, he said, "Forget it, you can laugh however you want, I don't care."

Shen Zijing squatted up, laughed for a long time, but stopped laughing.

Raising his hand to touch Shen Jiali's hair, he said sarcastically, "Hey, you've been quite fond of dressing up these days, why? Want to play tricks?"

Shen Jiali tilted his head to hide for a while: "Zijing, don't make trouble."

Shen Zijing was very persistent, chasing and stroking Shen Jiali's face - the skin was soft and thin, smooth and warm, but it was indeed a bit old, not as good as it used to be.

This also seemed to touch Shen Zijing's heartstrings.He recalled the past, and vaguely recalled the night when he "adult".At that time, he was absolutely unwilling, but Shen Jiali pestered him desperately.At that time, Shen Jiali was only about 20 years old, and she was very beautiful - if it weren't for the fact that others were indeed beautiful, Shen Zijing would not have given in in the end.

"Hello!" He opened his mouth without beginning and end, feeling a little confused: "That's great, why don't you love me anymore?"

Shen Jiali avoided his gaze and smiled wryly: "Zijing, you want to scold me around the corner again, don't you? You can scold me if you want to. I'm used to it, so I won't get angry."

Shen Zijing was startled for a moment, and then let out a disdainful "hum": "Look at the virtue of your softie!"

Then he fell sideways, stretching his body on his arms.

Shen Jiali was speechless for a long while, but later he saw Shen Zijing quietly closing his eyes, actually snoring.The snoring sound was very regular, and one after another, it lasted for a long time.He listened boredly for a long time, and finally got infected by the drowsiness, and lay down on his side.

Just when he closed his eyes and seemed to be asleep, he suddenly heard a thunder-like roar from above his head, and then he saw Shen Zijing's big fist hit his chest, hitting his chest with a "boom", hitting him Almost died on the spot.And after Shen Zijing finished yelling, he sat up suddenly like a ghost, looked around in a daze, and finally looked at Shen Jiali, he explained in a daze: "I'm dreaming!"

Then he asked, "Did I hit you?"

Without waiting for Shen Jiali to reply, he leaned forward and pulled him into his arms, tightening his arms tightly, and said in a low voice: "I dreamed that we were defeated... Cannons are being fired everywhere, there is nowhere to escape... ..."

Only then did Shen Jiali catch his breath.He didn't feel sorry for Shen Zijing, but because he was used to coaxing his son, he subconsciously struggled to pull out a hand, and patted Shen Zijing on the back softly: "It's all right, it's just a dream, it's all fake, don't be afraid... ..."

Shen Zijing closed his eyes, his heart was still beating wildly in his chest.

This brief nightmare seemed to frighten Shen Zijing, making him think about it for the next time.

Because he is tall and handsome, he looks very charming when he is quiet.The silence reached the evening, and he probably walked out of the shadow of the nightmare, and became vicious again, and the charming charm disappeared immediately.

Shen Ziqi learned to swear from him, but he didn't want to see him, so after nightfall, he spread a quilt on the corner of the kang, took off his clothes and got under the quilt to sleep.Seeing this, Shen Jiali also wanted to sleep; Shen Zijing felt that he was being treated coldly, and became more reckless, either teasing the third uncle or the younger brother.The younger brother pretended to be asleep and ignored him, and the third uncle hastily turned off the lights, trying to end the day early.

Shen Zijing was bored, the moon was dark and the wind was high, and it was not the time to show off his lust, so he had to calm down, took off his clothes rustlingly, and squeezed into Shen Jiali's bed in a pair of big underpants.

He was restless, he moved his hands up and down indiscriminately, and within a short while stripped Shen Jiali naked.Shen Jiali was a little anxious, and reminded in a low voice: "Ziqi just fell asleep... Be more honest!"

Shen Zijing got the chance to take revenge, so he grabbed Shen Jiali's hands and pressed them on top of the pillow.Bowing his head and retracting into the bed, he found a protruding point on his chest with his lips, and sucked it vigorously.Shen Jiali shuddered greatly, then clenched his teeth, refusing to make a sound no matter what.

Shen Zijing slept once during the day, and now he is not sleepy at all. He licked and sucked, gnawed and bit, rubbed and rubbed, pinched and twisted on Shen Jiali's chest. Touch other parts.Shen Jiali still endured it at first, but after suffering for an unknown amount of time, seeing that Shen Zijing showed no signs of boredom, she couldn't bear it anymore and said softly, "Oh...it hurts."

Shen Zijing ignored him and concentrated on entertaining himself.Shen Jiali's chest was sore and itchy after being treated by him, and his body was limp. A small clump of dark fire was slowly burning in his lower abdomen, making the roaster very uncomfortable.In the end, he struggled unbearably, and Shen Zijing pulled the quilt over the head to cover the two of them. In this stuffy and warm dark world, there were bare arms and legs everywhere.

The next day, Shen Zijing sat on the kang with his legs spread out and was lazy for a long time.After Shen Ziqi finished his homework and ran out, Shen Jiali turned to him and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

Shen Zijing looked at him and smiled: "It hurts!"

Shen Jiali sat cross-legged in front of the kang table. Hearing this, he turned his head to clean up the paper and pens on the table. While cleaning up, he smiled and whispered: "Last night was really hard for a long time."

Shen Zijing stretched out one leg, kicked Shen Jiali's foot: "Come here and give me a rub!"

Shen Jiali put the pen and paper into the small drawer under the Kang table, and refused to obey.

Shen Zijing displayed his prestige for five or six minutes at night, but ended up with pain in the egg for three or four days. The torture made him distraught, and he wished he could pull the egg off.When he endured the pain until the pain faded away, it would be the end of the new year.