What should I do if I share a dormitory with my ex-boyfriend who broke up?

The room was full of swords and swords, and the atmosphere was anxious and suffocating.

The light in the principal's office didn't know if it had been in disrepair for a long time. Something went wrong, and it was beeping so blindly that it flickered weakly from time to time to emphasize its own existence.

Zhai Chengwen's originally scrupulously combed hairstyle has become unrespectable at the moment. It is strewn all over the place, revealing his irritable mood.

The father and son just stood facing each other, staring at each other bluntly, neither of them taking their eyes off it as if they would not admit defeat.

"I'll say it again." Zhai Chengwen gritted his teeth, and the low air pressure around his body could almost crush him, "If you still recognize me as a father, go and break him off right now, or..."

"No, otherwise." Di Yao interrupted him, "I will not separate from him."

"You, bastard!"

With a "slap", Di Yao was slapped hard.

The extreme anger made Zhai Chengwen's hand almost pass his head, and he didn't hold back his strength at all.

In an instant, Di Yao's face showed obvious five-finger red marks.

After being beaten, Di Yao not only didn't feel angry, but turned to him with the other side of his face: "If you feel uncomfortable, you can do it again here."

He slightly raised the corners of his mouth, his expression looked indifferent and alienated: "Why don't you take advantage of today and completely break up the father-son relationship between you and me - anyway, you have never regarded me as a son, and I have long been affected by it." That's enough for you father."

"You're presumptuous!" Zhai Chengwen's veins burst out, and his chest hurt suddenly from being slapped by him.

His eyes were wide open, and he raised his hand to hit someone again, but he couldn't put his hand down on Di Yao's face.

Just at this moment, a sound of running came from far and near, coming from outside.

Then slammed the door open.

A person came in like a gust of wind from outside, and without knocking on the door, he ran to Di Yao in a panic, spreading his arms to protect the person behind him.

Chu Yu looked timid, took a few breaths hastily, and then urged eagerly: "Uncle, don't get angry, hit me first!"

He had a sacrifice-like expression, but his voice was trembling with fear.Di Yao, who was blocked by him, couldn't help being poked by his small appearance. Obviously, the atmosphere was so tense that it was suffocating, but he couldn't help laughing: "Pfft——"

Hearing the laughter, Chu Yu sneaked a sideways glance at him.

With this glance, he saw the five fingerprints on Di Yao's face, and immediately became anxious.

"Beating? Does it hurt?"

He didn't continue "the eagle catches the chicken", turned around, raised his face, and looked at Di Yao's face nervously.Touching the red marks with my fingers, I felt the wound was hot, and I was so distressed that I was about to cry: "Why did you hit me so hard...it must be very painful."

Chu Yu was often beaten by his father when he was a child, and the degree of severity of such major and minor injuries is the most intelligible.

Generally speaking, the wounds on Di Yao's face are caused by his father getting impatient and unable to hold back his strength. Even in the past so many years, he can still feel the half-faced wounds from other people's wounds. A tingling, burning pain.

"It really hurts, why don't you coax me?" Di Yao acted like no father, turned his face to face him, and even pointed his fingers obviously, "It won't hurt after a kiss."

Chu Yu, who realized what he was talking about, burned up his face.

He pinched Di Yao tensely, and signaled to him with a wink that his father was behind him.

But Di Yao seemed unable to understand what he was talking about, and there was only room for him in his lowered eyes.

He held Chu Yu's face with one hand, and stamped his lips like adding fuel to the fire.

Chu Yu was scared to pee.While wanting to push away, at the same time afraid of touching his wound.With scruples coming and going, he simply leaned back tactically, but he didn't expect Di Yao to hold back his head firmly.

"Uh! Uhh!!" Chu Yu's eyes widened, struggling to curse.

Di Yao sucked his lips viciously, and even sucked very hard.

Behind the two of them, the old Zhai Chengwen finally couldn't stand the stimulation, raised his arm and nodded tremblingly at the two of them, suddenly rolled his eyes with palpitations, and fell to the ground.

In the middle of the night, Chu Yu was wearing Di Yao's coat, sitting in a corner of the ward with a dull expression.

The door rang, and Di Yao walked in lightly.

Seeing that Chu Yu was sleepy and dazed, he went around behind him and rubbed his head: "Go back to sleep when you're sleepy, as long as I'm watching over here."

It took Chu Yu half a second to understand what he said, and said, "I'm not sleepy, I'll be with you."

His eyes fell on Zhai Chengwen's face on the hospital bed, and he couldn't hide his worry: "What to do, I made your father faint with anger, he must hate me to death."

When Zhai Chengwen fell behind them just now, Chu Yu almost passed out along with him.

scared.

"Why is he dizzy with anger? He did it himself. He has been running outside all year round and is still in a hurry."

According to the doctor's examination, Zhai Yaowen suffered from coronary heart disease and serious liver problems.

This is related to his running around all year round, working day and night, and being irritable.

The doctor heard about his work and daily habits, and suggested that he should temporarily put down his work and recuperate for a period of time.

"If you don't take it seriously and continue like this, there is a high possibility of danger."

That's what the doctor told Di Yao, and with the doctor's permission, Di Yao recorded the doctor's order, and planned to play it to his father when he woke up.

It was already three o'clock in the morning, and there was no one sitting in the huge empty seat, so Di Yao went to squeeze the small single sofa next to Chu Yu.

"Do you want to go back to the dormitory to sleep for a while?" That's what he asked, but Di Yao held Chu Yu tightly in his arms.

"I'm not going." Chu Yu yawned, "Your dad has an infusion, you can't do without people here, I'll accompany you to watch here, and you can take this opportunity to be lazy and sleep for a while."

"How can I sleep with you here?" Di Yao held his hand and squeezed it. Seeing that his little hand was a little cold, he simply took off the other hand and rubbed his palm, "They're all adults. How come you still have cold hands and feet?"

After rubbing the palms of his hands, Di Yao wanted to grab his ankles, Chu Yu's pupils trembled in fright, and he jumped up quickly.

"Don't make trouble, your father is still sick."

Di Yao was extremely wronged: "I'm afraid you will be cold."

Chu Yu squeezed back to his side again, took half of her coat and put it on him, saying, "You won't be cold if you squeeze."

After transfusing a bag of liquid, Di Yao is going to call a nurse.

Turning his head to look, he found that Chu Yu had already fallen asleep on his own.

He couldn't help smiling, scratched his nose, then raised his legs, put his arms around his shoulders, and carried him to the sofa next to him.

Then he walked lightly to the bed and rang the bell to call the nurse.

A few air bubbles gushed out of the infusion tube, and Di Yao pinched it with his fingers and flicked it lightly.When he lowered his head again, he found that his father had already woken up and was staring at him.

And he looked back quietly.

At this moment, there were no disputes or rivalries between them, and for the first time, there was a kind of peace between father and son.