drunk red

.It's ok, Qian Jia told herself it's ok, he just enjoyed these pampering cares for too long, that's why even such a bit of torture feels too painful, so that he almost can't bear it.

When the sky was getting brighter, Qian Jia heard the crowing of cocks in the distance, the noise of fighting in the martial arts field, the rustling of the wind passing through the bamboo forest, and even the sound of Qian Xiang breaking through the air when he practiced his sword. I feel that I can hear everything very clearly, including the beating of my heart, which keeps ringing in my ears.

Turning his head, the faint light from outside shot into the room through the sparse and thin window paper. Qian Jia breathed quietly. He felt that Tang Ziao was nearby. He was watching him, waiting for himself to give in. Waiting for himself to admit his mistake, he may be more anxious than himself.

So, don't be in a hurry.

Close your eyes, just lie down like this, Qianjia waited quietly, after an unknown amount of time, she moved over with light steps, it was a mother's voice, she greeted the two guards gently, then opened the door and walked in , Bring out the boiled bowl of medicine from the food box.

"Hey, isn't your father here? Why did you go out so early today?" Mother asked suspiciously.

"Mother." Qian Jia shouted, feeling her throat was congested, and the water vapor was about to squeeze out from her eye sockets.

"What's the matter, this is?" Xue Wanyi saw him, under the big eyes, there was a light blue trace very obvious, it seemed that she didn't sleep well last night, she walked to the bedside distressedly, stretched out her thumbs Knead there.

Qian Jia took a few deep breaths, held back her tears, hugged Xue Wanyi's neck, and leaned against her: "Mother, have you ever liked someone?"

Xue Wanyi was taken aback for a moment, but she quickly came to her senses, patted him on the back, and replied softly, "I have."

"Is it Daddy?" Qian Jia asked with her eyes closed, her chin resting on the hollow of her shoulder.

"Why does Xiaojia ask this? Could it be that he also has someone he likes?"

"Mother answer me first, then I can answer mother, mother tell me, who is it?"

"It's all over." Xue Wanyi said softly.

"I guess it's not Dad, is it?"

Xue Wanyi patted the hand on his back for a moment, then withdrew her hand: "Drink the medicine."

"Mother, why do you want to marry Dad even though you don't like him?" Qian Jiayou was almost sure of her reaction just now.

"Come on, drink the medicine, so much nonsense." Xue Wanyi's slight gaffe just now disappeared. She tapped Qian Jia's forehead and twisted his face.

"Don't drink, mother, I won't drink for today." She turned her head to avoid the bowl of medicine that was put to her mouth.

"Don't drink?" Xue Wanyi froze for a moment, looked at the cold blanket and Tang Ziao who had disappeared this morning, and suddenly understood: "Did something happen again that made Daddy angry?"

"no."

"No matter what, you have to drink the medicine, come on, drink it."

"Don't drink, mother, I won't drink today, unless Daddy comes to confess my mistake."

"Nonsense, how can a father admit his mistakes to his son? Even if your father is wrong, there is no reason for him to admit his mistakes to you." Xue Wanyi sat by the bed holding a bowl, looked at the awkward child, and continued to comfort her earnestly. Unexpectedly, after talking for a long time, Qian Jia just refused to drink this bowl of medicine, making it clear that she was waiting for Tang Ziao to give in first.

Xue Wanyi was helpless, she looked at the cold soup, hurried out of the door, and came to the front hall where Tang Ziao was inside.After several people greeted her, she signaled Tang Ziao to follow her to the door, and asked him to go back and persuade him.

In the past, Xue Wanyi naturally knew that Tang Ziao would never say anything, and absolutely put the child as the premise, and everything was acceptable, but this time after listening to her, she actually stood at the door and remained motionless.

The two of them had never talked, and Xue Wanyi's only contact with him was Qian Jia. Seeing that he had no intention of taking any action this time, she was anxious but didn't know what to do. She waited for a long time until the people inside came out. With a loud cry, Tang Ziao seemed to come back to his senses, and said to Xue Wanyi: "You go back first, I will let him drink the medicine."

After he said that, Xue Wanyi felt relieved and went back to visit Qianjia for a while. Seeing that he was not in good spirits, she began to feel drowsy again, so she had to cover him with the quilt, and went back to her room to chant scriptures and worship Buddha.

Naturally, Tang Qianjia guessed right. Tang Ziao had a more difficult day and night than him. He didn't stand or sit. After finishing other things, he actually avoided everyone's sight and hid secretly in the small courtyard, paying attention to Jia. Jia's reaction was that he was afraid that he would accidentally hurt himself or something else happened. During the day, watching him drop the food, and at night, watching him toss and turn, tossing and turning all night, Tang Ziao was very worried.

However, what made him even more conflicted was the child's dependence on and affection for him.

He backed away, and the kid approached, pushing him with these little tricks of not eating or taking medicine.Although it was obviously a trick and coercion, he knew that he would definitely compromise. He had no way to convince himself that it would be better to let the child suffer a little.

Looking at the child's stubborn expression and fragile figure outside the window, he sighed slightly, knowing that he would not make it through tomorrow, and was defeated by this child.Sure enough, when Xue Wanyi came, the medicine could not be stopped, even if it was cut off, there was a way to continue it, but the child's mother was reluctant to part with it, and naturally, she was even more reluctant to part with it.

Tang Ziao was struggling in his heart. On the one hand, he wanted to leave everything behind and let the child figure it out on his own, and get out of this confinement and so-called feelings. Tang Ziao thought that he just stayed in that environment for too long. His feelings for himself are just a kind of spiritual dependence and transfer, not a real lover's love.On the other hand, there is no way for him not to pay attention to every bit of that child, including how many bowls of rice he ate today, how much water he drank, and how many hours he slept. He is even older than the child himself. You have to care about him and love him, how can he walk away, let the child think about it slowly without finding any support.What's more, what if the child can't think about it and things develop in a worse direction? Tang Ziao remembers what the doctor said clearly.

Everything can be ignored and calmly think, but Tang Ziao can't do it when it comes to this child alone. He sits on a chair, taps his index finger on the armrest, and holds a pot of freshly brewed water in Chang Wen's hand. When the good hot tea was about to be poured for him, he got up quickly.Then, under Chang Wen's bewildered eyes, several jumps disappeared into the hall.

Daddy compromise

After not eating for a whole day and night, Tang Qianjia lay on the bed, feeling weak all over, not even the energy to continue to sleep, but there was still no movement outside, he was very afraid, afraid that Tang Ziao would not feel sorry for him for harming his body, I am afraid that he will not be able to accept my feelings, that he will alienate me from now on, and even more afraid that he will ignore me from now on.

Thinking of so many possibilities, Qian Jia's heart felt like being stabbed by a soft knife, blood gurgling out continuously along the wound, excruciatingly painful.

He was facing the wall, covered with a quilt, his eyes were dull, and the panic was stronger than the next. In case, he suddenly got tired of himself, in case he didn't care that he was torturing himself here, in case he hardened his mind and made up his mind to let himself Dispelling that thought, thousands of what-ifs made Qian Jia feel that the chill outside had almost soaked into his bone marrow. He was so painful that he could not speak at all, curled up into a ball and shivered.

When he was about to despair, suddenly there was a sound of pushing the door, and a footstep that was so familiar that he couldn't be more familiar, accompanied by the man's low sigh and the faint breath that belonged only to him, completely enveloping Tang Qianjia, He felt that he had finally paid off for enduring it for so long.He closed his eyes, clenched his teeth tightly, and remained silent.

Tang Ziao put down a new bowl of medicinal soup, walked to the bed, lifted the quilt, picked up Qian Jia with her back facing him, turned her over and leaned against him: "Why don't you drink the medicine?"

Qian Jia closed her eyes and let him play with her movements submissively, she didn't speak or open her eyes, as if everything had nothing to do with her.

"Come on, drink the medicine." Tang Ziao grabbed his waist and pulled him up, pulling him to be level with himself, took the bowl of medicine, and brought the rim of the bowl to his mouth.

Qian Jia pursed her mouth tightly, her eyelashes trembling, and made it clear that she didn't intend to talk to anyone.

"Okay, it's my father's mistake. Don't be so awkward in the future, and don't talk nonsense. What Dad said about you back then was a joke."

Qian Jia suddenly opened her eyes, the blood streaks inside showed that she had not rested well, and a thin layer of mist shrouded it, and the originally dull eyes suddenly burst into light because of these few words, resentful and unwilling.

He coughed a few times, his face flushed, and he waved away the bowl in Tang Ziao's hand: "Don't drink, don't drink, it's not a joke, it's true."

It is not allowed to use this kind of joke and the tone of an elder to dismiss him. He is not joking, and he is not allowed to avoid this topic. Now that he has spoken, he must never go back and deceive others and himself.

Tang Ziao's hand holding the bowl almost let go, he squeezed the edge of the bowl tightly, the blue veins on his hand appeared, he paused for a while before putting it back on the table, looking down at the child, his face was red and his lips were a little chapped , It’s only been a day, and it looks a lot haggard, and the hand is still pulling dishonestly, as if wanting to continue smashing the bowl of medicine, it seems that the mind is a little unclear, and it is muttering: "It’s not a joke, If you don’t drink, if you don’t admit it, don’t drink.”

Tang Ziao leaned against the head of the bed, grabbed his arm, wrapped his whole body tightly in his arms, and said helplessly: "Okay, it's not a joke, Daddy admits it."

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