The days of being a fake son for President Xiao

Wait quietly.

Through the videophone behind the door, Ning Yan watched his every move feebly, he didn't know why Xiaofan was so stubborn, he had already pushed him out, why he still stuck to it persistently.His so-called friends in the past, after hearing the rumors of his illness, made false promises at the beginning that they would never leave, and then gradually alienated them until they broke up without exception.Maybe Xiaofan just pretended to persist for a while and then left, just like his friends who used to pretend.

Ning Yan lowered his head weakly, sat on the sofa and turned the volume of the TV to the maximum. He kept pressing the remote control in his hand, but couldn't find the program he was interested in. He threw the remote control to the ground with a flick of his hand.Pressing the center of his eyebrows with his slender fingers, he closed his eyes, trying to calm down his irritable mood.

After closing it, he fell into a deep sleep.When I opened my eyes again, it was already two hours later.

He should give up and leave!This thought popped up in Ning Yan's chaotic brain. Even though he thought so, he still had some inexplicable expectation in his heart. He slipped on his slippers and walked slowly to the entrance. When his eyes touched the videophone screen, he was immediately startled.

——Xiaofan was probably tired from standing, and at some point he leaned against the sliding seat of the door and fell to the ground. The square box could obviously be placed on the ground, but he still held it stubbornly in his hand, turning his head to look in the direction of the door lock from time to time .

With a click, the door opened.The strength of the support on his back suddenly disappeared, Xiaofan suddenly fell backwards, and he lifted the box in his arms reflexively. If he gave up the box at this moment, he could save himself from danger by holding on to it with both hands, but he clings to the box tightly. Fall straight down.

There was no hard ground as imagined, and a pair of strong arms supported him at the last moment.

"What's in your arms? It's so important."

Ning Yan's cold voice came from behind.

Xiaofan got up two or three times, put the box into his arms, and said with a spring breeze: "Bingtang Sydney, I made it myself, you should try it, it is effective for your cough. My brother is full of praise after tasting it."

Ning Yan held the wooden box in one hand, and went to close the door with the other, his delicate brows furrowed, "Seeing how pampered you are, you still make this thing?"

Xiaofan was ashamed. Recently, Xiao Zheng took good care of him. Could it be that the hard-working and indomitable temperament in his body has been used to disappear without a trace?He took the box from Ning Yan again, and decided to answer him with actions.

This house is a large suite with two bedrooms and two living rooms, with a typical simple decoration in black, white and gray. Xiaofan always feels deserted when he glances at it lightly, as if only Ning Yan lives in such a big house.

But now was not the time for small talk, he looked around and easily found the location of the kitchen.

"This one needs to be heated to eat." Xiaofan turned on the fire on the stove and explained to Ning Yan who followed behind.

A few minutes later, he put the slightly heated pears in rock sugar into a bowl, brought them to the dining table, and said to Ning Yan, "It's ready to eat."

Xiaofan's skillful movements gave him a lot of shock, he was relieved from the shock, and asked uncertainly: "Did you really do it yourself?"

Handing the cleaned spoon to him, Xiaofan said softly, "I was just adopted by my brother a few months ago."

With a movement of his hands, Ning Yan almost spilled the heat.

"The days before were difficult, and I had to rely on myself for everything." Xiaofan paused for a few seconds, and then explained.He didn't intend to hide these things from Ning Yan, just said here today, the chatterbox was opened, and Xiaofan poured out all his brains.

Ning Yan listened intently while eating rock candy pears, and when the bottom of the bowl was empty at last, he said in a rather sighing tone: "I really don't see that you have so many stories about you, it's really a bad fate."

Xiaofan leaned closer to Ning Yan, looked into his eyes, and said seriously: "Ning Yan, when I was a child, my situation was similar to your current situation, so I can empathize with you. The feeling of being isolated is uncomfortable. No one spoke."

A smile spread on the corner of Ning Yan's mouth, as if he heard something funny, he chuckled softly for a while, "Xiaofan, that's just your feeling, you shouldn't judge others by yourself, we have different personalities, what do you think It's not a good taste, but I enjoy it."

Under Xiaofan's puzzled gaze, Ning Yan continued to explain: "The big house you see now, I have lived in it alone for 15 years. Make three meals a day and leave, I have lived alone until now, I have long been used to loneliness, enjoying loneliness, I don’t care about those false friendships that take time and energy to maintain.”

"Alone until now?" Xiaofan couldn't believe it, "Do your parents ignore you?"

"Since I was born, they left me alone with the nannies. I have seen them only a handful of times in 15 years."

"How could this be? Parents love their children." Xiaofan affirmed.

"Maybe, most parents are like this, but they are not. My arrival was an accident for them. I heard from the nanny that they belong to the DINK family and believe in Christianity. Abortion is not allowed in Christianity, so even though they were extremely Reluctant, in the end I still give my life. But that’s all, they are still a DINK family, there is no relationship between us, only obligations.”

"I'm comfortable alone, and I don't feel bad. So you don't have to sympathize with me."

Xiaofan's heart plummeted, Ning Yan was independent and confident, and he could manage his life in an orderly manner by himself.This power is far beyond his reach. To this day, he still relies on Xiao Zheng to gain family affection, clings to Ning Yan to beg for friendship, and desperately wants to make up for what was missing in the past. "Are you going to completely expel me from the friend list?"

Xiaofan's faint voice sounded in the huge house, and then it was engulfed in silence again.

Xiaofan twisted his fingers awkwardly, his palms were covered with cold sweat, just when he thought that Ning Yan would not answer him, a cold voice sounded.

"Bingtang Sydney is pretty good, I want to eat it tomorrow."

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"You mean...we are still..." Xiaofan faltered in excitement, unable to utter a complete sentence as if his tongue was tied. "I'm fine...you can eat...anytime you want..."

Ning Yan lowered his head and smiled, a certain emotion he had never experienced rippling in his heart.Xiaofan's persistence, sincerity, and sincerity, he has seen every bit of it in his eyes. His heart is not as firm as a rock. In fact, it has already turned into a stormy sea. Indeed, he was fundamentally different from his former friends.He is willing to try to open his heart and experience a real friendship.

"It's already very late, don't leave tonight, stay here." Ning Yan glanced at the night outside the window and suggested.

"No," Xiaofan jumped up from the chair before his excitement calmed down, "My brother is still waiting for me downstairs."

"For such a long time, he has been waiting downstairs for you?" Ning Yan was quite surprised.

"Yes, my brother said that you will definitely open the door, so let me wait patiently at the door."

"Your brother is so kind to you."

This is not the first time I heard it, Xiaofan was overjoyed, with a sense of pride spontaneously, and seriously affirmed: "My brother is the best to me."

"Then I'll go first, we'll see you at school tomorrow." Xiaofan went to the entrance and said goodbye to him while changing his shoes.

"That..." Ning Yan hesitated.

"What?" Xiaofan looked up at him.

It took a full half a minute before Ning Yan said, "I don't have AIDS, I have the same experience as you before, everything is caused by Ye Jinxuan's rumors."

Xiaofan was a little confused by the truth, and asked in a low voice, "Why did he slander you?"

When Ye Jinxuan was mentioned, Ning Yan's face turned blue and red, and he gritted his teeth and said, "He can't beat me, and he has a grudge, so he used some dirty tricks to pour dirty water on me."

"That's really unreasonable." Xiaofan said angrily.Although he said so verbally, he always felt something was wrong in his heart.If he really held a grudge, how would he explain Ye Jinxuan's pampering and courteousness to Ning Yan?Moreover, based on Xiaofan's observations these days, Ye Jinxuan is not just acting, and those cares and considerations are all from the heart.

But going further, Ning Yan was still very repulsed for having already done this. It must be that Ye Jinxuan did something so unforgivably wrong.Since Ning Yan didn't want to mention it, Xiaofan didn't want to ask to expose his scars.After condemning Ye Jinxuan, he waved goodbye to him.

***

"Brother." Seeing a familiar vehicle from a distance, Xiaofan trotted over.

Xiao Zheng got out of the car and held a coat in his hand. When Xiao Fan ran up to him, he waved his slender arms and put the coat on him. "It's cold at night, put on your coat."

Xiaofan spread his arms obediently so that Xiao Zheng could help him put on his clothes.It's unbelievable to think about it. At the age of three, he could dress and eat by himself, and support himself. Now that he has grown into a half-grown boy, it seems that he has degenerated to a three-year-old. Xiao Zheng helped him arrange everything properly.

When Xiao Zheng helped him fasten his seat belt, his soft hair brushed against his cheek, as if scratching his heart, Xiaofan giggled, and asked him sweetly: "Brother, why don't you ask me something? result?"

Xiao Zheng scratched the tip of his nose and said with a smile: "Do you still need to ask? It must be resolved satisfactorily. You, you can't hide anything, and you are so happy, it's all written on your face."

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