drunk red

He couldn't bear it, let alone be able to.

It's not that I don't love, it's not that I don't want to, but I dare not.

I am afraid that this child will grow up one day, and tell him with a smile, Daddy, I was young at that time and knew nothing; I am also afraid that if people find out, the scolding and accusations will ruin this child and make him never know. I can no longer fly in this world.

How to make him happy, to let him go on happily, Tang Ziao has never been so confused at this moment, the day after day of escaping has made him about to collapse, the thread of reason has already been stretched to the extreme , just a light fiddle is enough to break.He clenched those soft hands tightly, let out a low growl, hugged that body into his arms, and stretched hard, wishing to rub it into his body and turn it into flesh and blood, so that he would never have to separate or worry about everything outside.

Only each other, only need each other.

Clear the clouds

"Daddy?" Tang Qianjia was strangled by him, but he didn't resist. He was only a little worried about Tang Ziao's reaction, and asked aloud.

"En?" Tang Ziao replied, there was nothing wrong in his voice.

He let go of Qian Jia, held the bowl in front of him, and scolded him: "Drink him, you can't talk nonsense in the future, let me hear it next time, and I will never forgive you."

Qian Jia watched Tang Ziao avoid his gaze and look into the distance, suddenly a strong sense of disgust surged in her heart, towards herself.

He pursed his lips, bowed his head and stopped talking, picked up the bowl of concoction and drank it, then gently pushed it away, and gave Zheng Yuanjing the purse containing candied dates in his arms, the bitter taste in his mouth seemed to be more obvious, making him almost I couldn't help but want to cry, but nothing came out, dry.

After this conversation, both of them were full of worries, and the originally happy life in the mountains and forests disappeared all of a sudden.

Tang Qianjia sat in the room, while Tang Ziao sprinkled some rice grains for the birds outside. The two of them passed the afternoon like this, no one spoke.

Tang Ziao sat outside, feeling uncomfortable in his heart. He knew that he should be more decisive, and told the child clearly that the relationship between the two of them in this life was limited to father and son, and nothing else.But he couldn't say this no matter what, he could only sit here in pain, waiting blankly for the time to pass.

He even wondered whether his decision to have a father-son relationship between the two was right. He sat on the deck chair and watched the little birds pecking at the ground, feeling unbearably uncomfortable, like lava boiling under a volcano. At the exit, the temperature rose little by little, roaring anxiously and bumping around until it burned itself out, or found the breakthrough and spewed out.

Unknowingly, the sky had already dimmed. Under the sunset, the whole valley turned into a faint orange. Footsteps came from behind. It was Qian Jia who came behind him. He passed by him without stopping, and continued walking. .

"Where are you going?" Tang Ziao asked.

"I'm going to see if Uncle Zheng will come back. I think he may have gone home. Mother should bring me a message."

Tang Ziao didn't know what to say, he replied coldly: "Don't go too far, just stay nearby, if there is anything wrong, just call me loudly."

"En, I know." Qian Jia nodded and answered obediently.

Tang Qianjia walked forward slowly. There was an open space for a mile around the cabin where they were. He walked for a long time before he came to a few places, not many. When he came there, he might be tired, so he sat down It doesn't matter whether the ground is clean or not.

Of course Tang Ziao was worried. He followed him without letting him know. He observed him silently and saw that the child had no expression on his face. He occasionally glanced in the direction of the cabin, probably Not seeing his figure, he couldn't help biting his lower lip.

The surrounding area was full of red, and the color of the sunset became more and more intense. A little squirrel jumped down from the tree and wandered around looking for something to eat. Tang Qianjia was attracted by him, picked up a few nuts from the ground, and looked at the little guy Throw away.

Seeing that he was having fun, Tang Ziao hesitated for a while, then quickly walked towards the wooden house.Walking into the wooden house and looking through the window, the child huddled into a small ball sitting on the ground, the little squirrel couldn't see clearly at all, at this moment, the sky was getting dark, he didn't want the child to know that he was following He can only choose to come back to the wooden house, and then walk over to tell him to come back.

He closed the window and looked down to see a piece of paper on the table with a few lines written by that child.

He didn't know why, so he picked up the piece of paper and looked at it carefully.

Tang Qianjia's words are concise and clear, and he will come back after a while. If Tang Ziao is willing to get along with his father and son forever, then don't stay in this house, anywhere, be it the kitchen, the open space behind, or even just It doesn't matter if he is on the recliner in the front yard, as long as he is in a place other than this house, then Tang Qianjia will never mention this matter again. On the contrary, if Tang Ziao is willing to get along as a lover, then he will stay in the room.

His words did not persecute, did not repeat, nor did he say what will happen after the relationship between father and son or lover is confirmed. He didn't say anything, but he said at the end, don't take what he said as a child's joke. comfort and perfunctory.

Tang Ziao held the piece of paper in his hand, the color in his eyes gradually darkened.

After throwing the few small nuts he picked up in his hand to the little squirrel, the little thing saw that he had nothing else, shook his buttocks, slithered up and counted, and disappeared without a trace in a blink of an eye. Tang Qianjia saw the candles in the house. The fire flickered on for a while, then went out again.His heart was beating violently, and panic crawled over his heart like countless fallen leaves on the ground.

The sky finally darkened, and everything around was gray. Tang Qianjia knew that Tang Ziao must have read the letter, otherwise, it was already this time, and he would not come to pick him up. He might be waiting in the room When he came back, he might have hid somewhere to ensure his safety, waiting for him to walk back slowly alone, then cry in disappointment, and then comfort him as a father.

No matter what the result was, there was no way to turn back. Tang Qianjia sat up with the support of the tree, patted the dust and fallen leaves behind him, and walked back step by step.

It wasn't too far from the hut. Normally, it would take half an hour to walk, but he walked very slowly, step by step, anxious, excited, and frightened.

He walked for a long time, but he didn't remember how long it was, but when he came to the front of the wooden house, the moon had already risen, and he heard a gurgling sound from his stomach in a trance, ah, it might be very late, he thought.

There was no sound in the wooden house, it was dark, and the candle was not lit. The only light was the light of the moon and stars in the sky shining on the ground.He lowered his head a little discouraged, and muttered to himself: "I know it won't work."

Without crying or shouting, he walked into the house with strides.

The room was darker than the outside. Wherever he looked, it was pitch black, there was no sound of breathing, and there was no dark figure that seemed to be a person. Tang Qianjia felt that all the strength in his body was drained. Sitting on the chair by the table, weeping silently.

I don't know where he got so much water after he didn't drink any water all afternoon. His tears kept rushing and pattering. It sounded a little harsh in the silent night. He was crying silently all the time. Later, He started to make a sound, the sobbing sound of being breathless, wronged and sad, it was unbearable to listen to, the moonlight outside was brighter, it seemed to want to comfort his heart.

He kept crying, and murmured while crying, "I don't want to be your son... I want to be with you forever... so that you are not so lonely... I know you are not happy every day ...I know that you want to leave...I want to never have anything to do with those people...I know, well, I just want to be with you...The two of us are together...We can get through any difficulties... Why are you afraid? I am not afraid."

When he spoke, his pronunciation was slurred, and he could hardly hear what he was saying. Occasionally, he said, I hate you, or you are a coward, dare not admit it, etc. In short, he was scolding Tang Ziao.

He didn't eat, and he was highly nervous. After crying for so long, it seemed that all the strength in his body had flowed away with the tears. He was sobbing, and wanted to lie down on the bed, but he really didn't have any strength left.

He stood up on the wooden table, walked slowly towards the bed, wiped away the tears in his eyes, and looked forward.

A dark shadow lay on the bed.

He stood still, rubbed his eyes again, the black shadow was still there, and stood up, moving towards him.

Tang Qianjia raised her head, stared blankly at the person above her head, and suddenly dried up tears flowed out again. Accompanied by loud cries, the thread in her heart suddenly broke, but she felt extremely comfortable and peaceful. happy.He let go of himself, and cried all day long. Anyway, that person had hugged him, carefully put him on the bed, patted his back carefully, and kept kissing his forehead.

It's as good as a dream.

Tang Qianjia suddenly stopped crying, and asked stupidly, "Are you dreaming?"

"No." Tang Ziao stepped forward and pecked his wet lips from crying.

Tang Qianjia's lips moved slightly, and she unconsciously sucked her lips together, her expression became more bewildered. Tang Ziao's deep eyes flashed a smile, he bowed his head, and kissed again.

The lips were already soft, but after being moistened with tears, they became softer. It was not the first time Tang Ziao touched these lips, but it was the first time he really tasted them freely.He took it in his mouth, slowly and gently, closed his eyes, and felt the warmth of the lips and teeth.

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