"Damn, don’t say such scary things, it’s the middle of the night, you’ll scare people to death." Hua Hua felt a chill, shivering all over. Then he looked up, it was dark all around except for the moonlight shining through the window, casting a hazy moon shadow in the room; his voice was tense yet mischievous: "Dad, dad, if you’re here, just avoid it, it’s not polite to peep at others’ private monts, especially your son’s."
Ling Yin felt a headache coming on.
Hua Hua chuckled softly, lowered his voice, and whispered in Ling Yin’s ear: "Is there still soone watching you now?"
"Yes."
"Where? I’ll go have a talk with my dad."
Hua Hua’s voice made Ling Yin laugh, he poked Hua Hua’s nose: "Your eyes are looking at ."
Hua Hua glared back, "You’re ssing with !"
He looked down, resolute to have so fun.
Even after Hua Hua clowning around, Ling Yin still felt a lot of psychological pressure, Hua Hua got annoyed: "What’s wrong with you? Can you do it or not? Are you also...?" Such non-cooperation.
Ling Yin was helpless, it’s not that he didn’t want to; it’s just that lying here, he felt constrained and uncomfortable, couldn’t muster any interest, always feeling it’s an outrageous act, unimaginable if Uncle Yuan knew what they were up to here.
Hua Hua huffed, turned his back to him, took out his phone, Ling Yin hugged him from behind, Hua Hua forcefully pinched Ling Yin’s hand: "Don’t hold , you’re like a furnace, am I not hot enough already?"
Ling Yin knew he upset Hua Hua, he lifted the quilt slightly, picked up a paper fan: "You sleep, I’ll fan away the mosquitoes for you."
Hua Hua was truly angry and annoyed, ignoring him completely, after cooling down a bit, he managed to close his eyes, perhaps truly exhausted from the day, slipping into a dream without knowing when.
But Ling Yin stayed awake all night, fanning him to drive away mosquitoes, only when the mosquitoes subsided at dawn did he doze off.
...
When Hua Hua woke up, Ling Yin was still asleep, he quietly got dressed and went out; he disliked cooking, so he went into town to buy buns, youtiao, and eggs.
Walking alone on the road, this unfamiliar town was surprisingly his birthplace.
Dad, mom, did you use to walk this road countless tis, how did you et, how did you fall in love, were your happy tis together etched on this road?
He saw won by the river doing laundry, couldn’t help but stop, imagining: Did mom ever squat by the river, washing clothes and chatting with other won, laughing together, his eyes unknowingly moist: "Mom, how did you look when you laughed?"
"Do I look like you? I bet you were a great beauty, dad was lucky!"
"Dad, why did you do it, why get involved in drug dealing? If you hadn’t, maybe nothing would have happened, maybe the three of us could have lived a plain yet happy life."
"Oh, looks like mom died early, maybe you would have brought ho a stepmother."
"Sigh..."......
Even thinking like this, he still felt regret, longing to be like the children by the roadside, pestering their mothers to buy snacks, if the mother didn’t comply, the child would throw a tantrum, right there is true happiness, happiness he never experienced.
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