How to raise the president

The night is thin and cool, and the rain is slow.

Mingxiu community is in the suburbs, it is very quiet at night, and there are not many houses with lights on.

The black car drove in and parked in the garage of the community.

Qiao Siguang got out of the car with an umbrella, Fang Youyi fished out a small bunch of keys from An Ziyu's trouser pocket and gave him to him, then got out of the car with him in his arms.

The lock clicked open and the lights came on.

Fang Youyi turned his head and glanced at Qiao Siguang, who understood, turned and left.

The door was gently closed, and Fang Youyi, who was drenched all over, lowered his head, looking at the person who was sleeping in his arms, feeling distressed and regretful.

He let out a deep breath, hugged the person wrapped in a big towel in his arms, and went upstairs to find a room.

For President Fang Da, the house with the combination of Chinese and Western decoration is not too big, it is smaller than his, but it gives people a very warm and comfortable feeling. One can imagine that before An Ziyu's adoptive parents left What happiness.

It's no wonder that An Ziyu, an orphan, has such a deep obsession with his adoptive parents, even if he dies, he still wants to stay with them.

He looked down at the person in his arms, feeling very unconfident for a moment, he didn't know if he could walk into his heart again, he didn't want to surpass the pair of departed adoptive parents, he just hoped to be on par with them.

Fang Youyi sighed deeply, and looked up at the floor in front of him.

The second floor has three bedrooms and one living room. The living room is not big. It is separated from the balcony by floor-to-ceiling windows. With the curtains drawn, you can't see the cold night outside, and the whole space feels very warm.

It was so warm that he wanted to live here too.

There was a room on the left. Fang Youyi opened it and looked at it. It was a guest room, so he exited and closed it gently.

In the two rooms on the right, Fang Youyi directly opened the door of the first room. Seeing the simple decoration and single bed inside, he knew that this was An Ziyu's room.

Just when Fang Youyi was about to put him down on the bed, that pale hand grabbed his suit jacket, and he stared blankly at the person in his arms.

An Ziyu's brows were tightly frowned, his face was bloodless, the purple spot at the left corner of his mouth was extremely glaring on his pale face, the blood in the middle of his forehead was washed away by the rain, and the pale pink flesh could be vaguely seen inside.

As if his heart had been cut several times, Fang Youyi frowned in pain, his deep eyes were full of pity, he lowered his head, closed his eyes and kissed An Ziyu's hair softly, and said, "It's all right."

Fortunately it was all right.

He frowned, and put An Ziyu on the bed, as if sensing something familiar, he gradually let go of Fang Youyi's suit. bed.

He looked at the person lying quietly on the bed, and then took off the wet clothes on An Ziyu's body to avoid getting sick.

Looking at the body with little flesh in front of him, Fang Youyi felt unspeakable pain and pity.

His eyes fell on the scars on his wrists that were slightly bloodshot, and Fang Youyi let out a trembling sigh, then went downstairs to find the medicine bag, took out the few cotton swabs left in the medicine bag, and treated the wound for him...

When he walked to the bed after taking a shower in the bathroom, the person on the bed had already turned over, like a cute and soft kitten, with its two small paws lightly clenched into fists and placed beside the pillow.

Fang Youyi smiled lightly, keeping his eyes on the face of the person on the bed, and felt that when it quieted down, it seemed that the whole world had quieted down.

It was a completely different person from the bathroom and on the roof just now.

He climbed onto the bed, carefully embraced the person in his arms, frowned tightly, and lovingly kissed the top of the person's hair in his arms.

When I opened my eyes, my eyes fell on the familiar mechanical watch at the corner of the desk, and my memory suddenly drifted back to 16 years ago.

At that time, he was only 14 years old, but he witnessed the death of his biological mother.

Both his parents were married into the family, which made it difficult for his mother, who already had a sweetheart, to accept, but under pressure from his parents, he finally married his father.

He hadn't seen his mother smile since he was born.

My mother always said to herself, "I left my lover behind", "I married someone I don't love"...

From time to time, my natal family called. He didn't know what the other end of the phone said, but after hanging up the phone, my mother would lock herself in the room for a long, long time.

If things go on like this, the mother has mental problems, and the father wants to take her to the hospital after he finds out, but the mother refuses to see a doctor and refuses to take medicine.

Mother's illness is getting worse.

On the night of his 14th birthday, his mother suddenly smiled at him. Not only that, but her mother also prepared him a birthday present, which was a mechanical watch.

Mother said: "I want to watch my You Yi sleep beside the bed."

He said happily: "Okay."

It was the first time in 14 years that his mother was so close to him.

The second day after he woke up, his mother was lying on his bed and fell asleep. He yelled a few times, but there was no answer. He gently pushed his mother, and her head tilted to the other side.

He looked at his mother with beautiful makeup, but he didn't feel anything in his heart.

He knew that his mother had left him.

After his mother left, he became gloomy and manic, and his father ordered someone to lock him up.

"When will you be obedient and then release it." He remembered what his father said.

He was locked up for a month before he was released. Before he could recover, his father took him into the business world.

In order to establish a corporate image, his father funded the Angel Orphanage.

His father took him to visit the director of the orphanage, but he didn't let him listen when he talked, so he walked around in the orphanage.

Then he met the orphan named "Zi Yu", a boy with the same pupil color as his mother.

But they are completely different.

He stood by the playground and looked at the clean and gentle boy, and the boy looked at him.

Ziyu took the initiative to run up to him, and said with a smile, "Little brother, you look so good-looking, I like you."

At that time, when he heard the word "like", he was a little overwhelmed and even found it incredible.

Until Ziyu spread his arms and said with a sweet smile: "Little brother, I want to hug you!"

That was the first time they met, and it was also the first time he felt liking, a very pure liking, incomparable to everyone he met in the future.

He secretly swore that he would protect this pure love and this pure person.

It was still dark wherever he looked, Fang Youyi closed his eyes, choked up his saliva, let out a deep breath, looked down at the face in his arms, his long eyelashes fluttered twice, and his long breath sprayed on his face. chest.

He couldn't help thinking, what should I do if you don't remember everything from 16 years ago.

For countless nights in the past, he imagined how they would meet on the day of their reunion.

He fantasizes that when they meet, the innocent kid has grown up and has a family.

At that time, he was watching from a distance, watching him be happy, watching him grow old with his beloved.

But no matter what, he will silently guard the child who has always lived in his heart, until he grows old, until he dies, until he can do nothing.

Then wait for the next lifetime, no matter how you say, you will not leave people behind.

But now he doesn't care if An Ziyu has a sweetheart, if he finds someone, it's his.

Fang Youyi hugged him, almost crying in pain, he let out a trembling breath, lowered his head and lightly pressed An Ziyu's forehead, listening to the soft and sweet breathing, he began to feel a little worried.

What should I say tomorrow to make An Ziyu trust him, and what should I do to make him stay here?

Fang Youyi frowned and pondered, as if he had thought of a good countermeasure, curled his lips, looked down at An Ziyu, said goodnight, and then closed his eyes and fell asleep.