Dodder Pampering Handbook

Zhong Teng and Zang Chuanxing returned to the capital half a month after the incident. With their cooperation, many black mines were found to be rectified and hundreds of mentally retarded workers were rescued. It is said that they were near the mines. Buried bones were also found.

Back in the capital, Zang Chuanxing was still that poor university professor. Zhong Teng first went to find Sanzhi, but was almost suffocated by the hug.

Sanzhi hugged him tightly and refused to let go. He couldn't get in touch with Zhong Ting in the past few months, and he kept sulking and practicing day and night.

Lin Di'er looked enviously at him throwing himself into Zhong Ting's arms, and curiously looked at Zhong Ting who had turned black and thin, always feeling that his temperament was a little more calm and accumulated.

All the liking in her heart was suppressed for a while, and she somehow felt that she seemed a bit unsuitable for Zhong Cheng.

She asked Zhong Cheng: "Where have you been recently? Your parents came to look for Sanzhi once, and Qi Beiyan came twice a week, so they almost called the police."

Fortunately, Zhong Cheng left them a message before leaving, otherwise they would have disappeared for so long, they would really call the police.

Zhong Teng didn't say anything about it, but just explained it lightly to the professor for help. The police in Shaanxi haven't fully controlled this matter yet. When this matter can make news, it is estimated that the matter will come to an end.

The coach sneaked in and gave Sanzhi half a day off. Zhong Teng led Sanzhi and left the sports center under Lin Dier's envious eyes.

Zhong Teng took Sanzhi to dinner, and when he returned home to take a bath, Sanzhi still squatted pitifully at the door, and when Zhong Teng finished taking a bath, he hugged his waist again.

Walked hard to the sofa.

The afternoon sun shines in through the glass windows, leaving patches of pure light spots on the wooden table. The weather in early spring is unbelievably comfortable. Now when I think about the past few months, I suddenly feel very far away, like a Like a dream.

Zhong Cheng rubbed his little head in his arms, he suddenly thought of what Zang Chuanxing said to him that time.

Not all mentally handicapped people can grow up with care and love like Sanzhi. There is a large base of such people in China.If you are lucky, your family will raise it, and you only have one mouth.If you are unlucky, you will be like those people who were trapped and died in the mine.

They wailed and groaned sadly, knowing the pain, but they were powerless to resist.

Is this part of the fate of the weak?

Zang Chuanxing sighed weakly. He has been paying attention to vulnerable groups for so many years, from women, to farmers, to these disabled people, and has been speaking for those who need him.

He hopes that Zhong Teng can also have such professionalism. A reporter who cannot see the painful side of society cannot become a truly conscientious reporter.

He had a lot of intentions to train Zhong Teng to be his successor. Zhong Teng was a little moved, but he thought of Sanzhi again.

Suddenly, he felt as if he had been making choices all his life.

Seemingly seeing his hesitation, Zang Chuanxing was not in a hurry to ask for an answer, after all, Zhong Cheng was only a freshman now.

Zhong Teng took the opportunity to ask again, because he followed him to Shaanxi some time ago and missed the chance to die in the youth competition at school, so he wondered if there was any way to remedy it.

He was euphemistic, but what did Zang Chuanxing not understand?

He glanced at Zhong Cheng, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, "If I want to take you there, who in the school can stop me?"

This is his promise.

San Zhi noticed that he was in a daze, and at some point reached into his clothes, touching a welt mark left on his chest, the originally clear eyes of the dog couldn't help but look down, feeling infinitely wronged.

"Brother—" he dragged out his voice, propped his body up against the sofa, covered the whole body above the bell, and asked with a frown, "Who hit you?"

He didn't look stupid at all, and he nimbly unbuttoned Zhong Cheng's shirt with his fingers, as if he had rehearsed it thousands of times in his mind.

It's just that when the clothes were unbuttoned, what they saw were shocking blue-purple bruises.

In an instant, Sanzhi's nose turned sour, and tears "shua" gathered in the light gray eyeballs, spinning continuously.

Zhong Teng was pressed on the sofa by him, and he had no time to react for a while, and before he could think of a reason, he saw Sanzhi leaning down slightly, approaching his chest.

From his angle, you can see his straight nose bridge, the bright red lips below are pursed, and a trace of cool air surrounds his body.

"Hey, it won't hurt to blow it up." Sanzhi's heart ached so badly, tears dripped down on Zhong Cheng's body, and he became more and more wronged, straddling him, sobbing and crying.

Opening his hands, he wanted to hug but dared not.

It was Zhong Teng who held him in his arms, "Don't cry, it doesn't hurt at all."

He didn't lie to Sanzhi, the injury on his body had healed long ago, but it was inevitable that there were still some bruises that did not go away.

At this moment, holding Sanzhi satisfies the thoughts he has been thinking about day and night for the past few months, and he only feels his heart swell.

The original sharpness dissipated in an instant, leaving only an all-encompassing gentleness.

Sanzhi was still sobbing, so he could only coax him patiently, wiping away the tears from his cheeks with his fingers.

With a move of his mind, he dropped a kiss on Sanzhi's youthful cheek.

He has grown up, and his round and childish face has become clear and handsome. This is another child he has watched grow up with his own eyes.

Thinking of this, Zhong Cheng's finger stuck on his chin casually moved to the back of his head, holding his face, satisfying his day and night longing.

The only sound left in the room was the ticking of the clock hanging on the wall. The sun shifted, leaving a long shadow in the room, and then changed positions abruptly.

Sure enough, Sanzhi stopped crying, his nose fluttered, his big beautiful eyes were opened, and soon covered with a layer of mist, even the corners of his eyes were stained red.

The tip of Zhong Cheng's nose touched his, and his mouth was full of sweetness.

The black hole in my heart that has been empty for months has been filled to the brim.

Kiss the sky.

When Zhong Cheng let go of him, San Zhi immediately fell limp in his arms, and the force lying on him was exceptionally gentle. At this time, he still hadn't forgotten the injury on Zhong Cheng's body.

Neither of them spoke, and Sanzhi's brain was down for a long, long time.

Zhong Cheng has been gently stroking his back, kissing the tip of his ear lightly with his lips, his voice after the passionate kiss was extremely hoarse, like electricity: "I miss you very much."

Needless to say, just saying I miss you very much cured Sanzhi, he smiled foolishly, and stopped asking Zhong Cheng what he did.

Before going to bed at night, he gently rubbed medicinal wine on the bruises on Zhong Ting's body. Occasionally, his eyes collided with each other, and it was another long and affectionate kiss.

Zhong Teng quickly replied to Zang Chuanxing that he would follow his own path, live up to expectations, and become a warm reporter.

Zang Chuanxing knew that he was politely rejected.I can't help but sigh, I just feel that it's a pity for such a resilient and clever seedling.

He somewhat felt that Zhong Teng had let him down, and he was not as enthusiastic about Zhong Teng as before, but he would not break the contract if he agreed to Zhong Teng's affairs.

The long kiss that night, the relationship between Zhong Ting and San Zhi, seemed to have undergone some subtle changes. The atmosphere when they met was like cotton candy pulled into silk.

Zhong Teng was afraid of delaying Sanzhi's game, so he had to reduce the chances of meeting him, and only occasionally coaxed Sanzhi when he went home from a break.

As the World Youth Championship approached, Zang Chuanxing saw that Zhong Cheng was making preparations in an orderly manner, debugging the machine, and cleaning the lens, like a general preparing to go to the battlefield.

Zhong Teng has that very rare calm temperament. He stands there and naturally distances himself from the people around him. If such an outstanding person is willing to do something, what is there that he can't do?

Zang Chuanxing finally thought about it, but he still couldn't let go of the obsession in his heart. When Zhong Cheng handed over the camera, he hummed and asked him: "What kind of reporter do you want to be in the future, but it's not as popular as this one? Think it through!"

"Young people, always think about doing something for the public, so that it is not a waste of work."

Speaking of this, Zang Chuanxing carried his sincerity, and Zhong Teng understood, but he didn't want to.

After pondering for a moment, Zhong Teng looked straight at Zang Chuanxing, "Teacher, students are not talented. It is really helpless to live up to the kindness of parents and elders in nurturing and the care of teachers in this life."

"It's just that I can't let another person down."

Zhong Ting was more relaxed than ever.

It seemed that the burden that had been imprisoned in his heart for these years had been shaken off.

Life is never born like a stone, without any worries.He has met many kind and righteous people in his life, and he has assumed many expectations, but he seems to have never satisfied them.

But even so, he still couldn't let go of Sanzhi.

Zang Chuan was so angry that he walked away without even taking the camera, and asked Zhong Cheng to return it after using it up in a low voice.

Preparations for the World Youth Championship were in full swing, Zhong's father and Zhong's mother rushed over from their hometown, and brought Aunt Wang Qin with them.

Qi Beiyan also came, and brought a senior sister who was a year older than him. The two flirted with each other, and their relationship was confirmed. They took this opportunity to meet Wang's parents.

Wang Qin's eyes were full of joy, and she was overjoyed. When chatting with Zhong Meili in private, she had already imagined the beautiful scene of holding her grandchildren in a few years.

Zhong Meili's eyes were sour, and then she looked at Zhong Cheng who was sitting on the sofa and playing with the camera. She was so angry that she picked up a candy and threw it at him: "You are good, you are still a brother, how can I even have a daughter?" Haven't the kids seen it?"

When they came this time, they all lived in Zhong Cheng's house. Zhong Meili only needed to take a look to know that he was still sleeping in the same room with San Zhi.

It's just that Sanzhi spends most of his time training and doesn't come back often, so there aren't many things that belong to him in the house.

Zhong Meili didn't think of a far-reaching place.

Even so, she felt uncomfortable, and this time she wanted to take advantage of the crowd and mention Zhong Teng.

No matter how disobedient she was in the past, in order to take care of Sanzhi, she gave up her studies and ran around away from her parents, she never blamed the past.

But looking for a daughter-in-law, this kind of thing can't be refused because of Sanzhi, right?

Sometimes in the dead of night, the more she thought about it, the more wronged she felt.

She gave birth to a son, but he was abducted before he could raise him.

But that person was still a child, a boy.

The author has something to say:

on vacation!came back!I’m really ashamed, it’s been so long since I’ve stopped updating... I’m not going to be a eunuch anyway, this book doesn’t have many chapters, I’ll try to finish it the day before and after~ Sahua, thank you all, and there will be red envelopes for leaving a message!There is also Chinese New Year!Thank you everyone!