"Mr. Wang should still be in the academy and hasn't come back yet. You should be good first. Auntie will give you something to eat soon." Aunt Tian took it for granted that the father Zhang Qiling said was Xie Chen. Her quilt was spread out. He picked up the changed bedding and threw it into the tub.
Then she went into the kitchen and brought hot water and started to wash Zhang Qiling's face and body. She looked on with amusement at such a small person who had to wash himself.
The child had been suffering from fever for several days, and her consciousness was hazy. She was worried when she looked at her. She finally woke up today and she seemed to be in good spirits.
Zhang Qiling wiped his little face clean carefully, little by little. He had the urge to see Xie Chen, faster and faster...
Zhang Qiling went out to see Xie Chen without changing his clothes. He was wearing brand new cotton clothes. He grasped the cuffs tightly with his little hands. He thought... It seemed that Xie Chen had a magical power that could turn all the unstable years away. settle down.
The courtyard door was closed, and the little child stood under the crabapple tree, opening his little hands as if he wanted to catch the falling petals of the tree. Unfortunately, there was no wind now.
He couldn't catch the flowers.
Aunt Tian brought a bowl of thick white porridge. When she saw the little figure, she stirred the porridge with a spoon and squatted in front of him kindly: "Shall we have some food?"
Zhang Qiling blinked and slowly put down his hand. At that time, the wind blew and the flowers fell.
“Creak——” The closed courtyard door opened.
A piece of crabapple flower fell on the child's palm, and he suddenly looked towards the door.
Xie Chen comes with light, he is like the moon on the mountain in the world.
Zhang Qiling is a dull gourd. No matter how excited he is, his mouth can't bubble up, but his actions are different from his words, loyal to the honesty deep in his heart.
Therefore, the two adults watched the little group staggering towards the man with its short legs.
Xie Chen raised his eyebrows, "You're running a little slow..."
Zhang Qiling unsuccessfully hugged Xie Chen's calf, because Xie Chen lifted him up with one hand, and suddenly raised his gaze, making him unable to help but smile, his mouth full of breath and the wind leaking from his gums.
"Daddy..."
Xie Chen was silenced for a moment by this title, and then said seriously: "No, you got the wrong person, call me husband or teacher."
He moved his wrist and Zhang Qiling, who was holding it, swayed like a doll, so cute.
Zhang Qiling blinked and whispered, "Dad..."
Zhang Qiling thought that if Xie Chen had said he was his father in his previous life, then a series of things that followed might not have happened.
He will not look for clues about his biological father and mother, will not be separated from Xie Chen, will not go to Changbai Mountain, will not return to the Zhang family, and will not be imprisoned by Zhang Qishan.
Everything seemed to have its consequences from the beginning.
Zhang Qiling has almost forgotten what kind of letter he left with when he was a teenager in his previous life. He only remembers the reluctance that remains in his bones.
He had also done such a young and frivolous thing like running away from home.
The young boy didn't understand how valuable the years of peace that Xie Chen had supported for him were. He just felt that he wanted to explore the secrets in his body and peep into the world outside.
I want to prove that I have grown up.
Zhang Qiling will never forget the look in Xie Chen's eyes when he came to pick him up when he was imprisoned by Zhang Qishan.
Heartless and desireless.
Seeing himself in a state of embarrassment, Xie Chen's eyes showed no trace of emotion.
[If you are not dead, leave by yourself. 】
Zhang Qishan was holding a riding crop and laughing wantonly. He handed the riding whip in front of Xie Chen: [Mr. Xie, how about it? Are you satisfied with the sincerity I gave you? 】
Xie Chen raised his eyes, took the riding whip, and curved his lips with a smile that was not a smile: "It's okay, if Lord Zhang has to recommend himself to the pillow mat so enthusiastically, I can't continue to refuse, right?" 】
Zhang Qishan's smile suddenly stopped, and the entire dungeon became terrifyingly silent for a moment: "Your mouth is really poisonous. I advise you not to get involved with those crazy dogs of the Wang family. You don't even know when you will die." 】
Xie Chen's fingertips slowly stroked the riding whip, and suddenly the curve of the riding whip forcefully lifted Zhang Qishan's chin. His voice was still gentle: "The crazier I am, the more I like it, and the bite is more exciting, isn't it? For example - ——Is this Mr. Zhang who can’t stand up in front of me? 】
Zhang Qishan sneered in a low voice, raised his hand and carefully rubbed the riding crop in front of his throat, as if he was savoring the person in front of him: [How could it be possible? Seeing your face makes my blood swell, I wish I could...]
"Snapped----"
The sound of a whip.
Zhang Qishan stared at Xie Chen as if he wanted to bite him to death with his eyes, but Xie Chen walked away.
Zhang Qiling felt that this scene was a bit strange.
