why are they still in love

Chapter 17

Xiao Chining was not curious why Xiao Zhaoshan turned around and came back, it was not important, the only important thing was that Xiao Zhaoshan came back.

He leaned against the window sill, and landed from the uneasy height like a flashback, and landed beside Xiao Zhaoshan, and looked at his gloomy side face with great interest, only then did he discover the absence of the sandalwood that should have appeared.

"Have you been drinking?" he asked.

Xiao Zhaoshan didn't answer.

"It's really drunk driving." Xiao Chining supported his head and smiled, "No matter how unlovable I am, I'm still a human being, Dad."

Xiao Zhaoshan was already in a bad mood that night, when he heard the whistling "Father" at the end, he immediately turned the steering wheel and came to a sudden stop on the side of the road.

"Get out of the car if you are afraid of death."

Relying on his thin body, Xiao Chining bent his legs and stepped on the seat, making it clear that he would not leave here.He leaned his knees on the car door, put his hands on his knees, and looked pitifully curled up in the corner, which really made Xiao Zhaoshan frown.

"I'm not afraid of dying with you." He said half seriously and half jokingly.

Xiao Zhaoshan stared at him meaningfully for a while, then suddenly turned off the engine and got out of the car.

There are still private cars on the main road at [-] o'clock in the morning. Xiao Chi Ning is nestled in the passenger seat. Looking through the windshield, the white or orange lights of the lights intersect with his still back, just like watching colorful paint splashed on a pure white statue. plaster statue.

A quarter of an hour later, the last two cigarettes on Xiao Zhaoshan's body were exhausted.He threw the empty cigarette case on the hood, and pressed the lighter, still not intending to return to the car.

Xiao Chining got off the car at the right time, came to him, and handed him the half-filled cigarette case.Xiao Zhaoshan took a look, didn't stretch out his hand, and said with a sneer, "Children only smoke Marlboros."

Xiao Chining glanced back at Su Yan, and retorted: "Children can prove that they are adults by not smoking Marlboro."

Xiao Zhaoshan keenly noticed that Xiao Chining tonight was very different from yesterday, but he looked at Xiao Chining's expression again and again but could not find a clue, so he simply stopped entangled in this meaningless question.

He leaned on the front of the car, put the lighter into his trousers pocket, changed his crossed ankles up and down, crossed his hands and asked, "Why do you want to learn to cook?"

"This question is like asking me why I want to learn to walk." Xiao Chining looked ahead, opened his lips and smiled, and the smoke rushed out, "You ate the breakfast I made." His tone was very firm.

"Your craftsmanship is very good." Xiao Zhaoshan didn't hide it.

"Compared with my mother?" Xiao Chining turned his head sideways with a smile.

Xiao Zhaoshan looked back at him deeply: "Why do you want to compare with your mother?"

"Because everyone says that if you want to grab a man's heart, you have to grab his stomach first. So I want to know," Xiao Chining lowered his head and shook his cigarette ash, "is it possible for me to grab some of you from her?" come here."

Xiao Zhaoshan didn't think deeply about what he said, but just said with disdain: "People don't use their stomachs to taste. Usually, surf the Internet less and read more."

"Really?" Xiao Chining ignored his sudden meanness, but looked at his lips thoughtfully, and asked absently, "Where did that man taste?"

He raised the hand holding the cigarette, raised his thumb and rubbed the corner of Xiao Zhaoshan's mouth with his pulp, and confirmed in a low voice: "Is it here? Dad."

Xiao Zhaoshan was startled, and subconsciously leaned back to avoid his touch, with a displeased expression on his face.

But Xiao Chining didn't give up, even if he withdrew his hand, he still stared at his thin lips half an arm away, like a hunter who was more cunning than his prey.

"Or, with your tongue?"

Xiao Zhaoshan straightened up abruptly, and then he gave an order instead of discussing it and said, "Xiao Chining, you can go to England after the Chinese New Year."

Only then did Xiao Chining's eyes reluctantly leave those lips, and slowly look up to meet his eyes.

"Why do you have to let me go?" He took a breath and asked calmly.

"I only live with people I am compatible with." Xiao Zhaoshan replied, "You can cook, and you can do well. You can live well abroad."

Xiao Chining didn't expect Xiao Zhaoshan to bring up this issue just now, but to mean it: "So you turned around and came back just to let me go?"

In fact, Xiao Zhaoshan himself didn't know.Talking about the past with Dong Xin tonight, he began to think about what his guilt towards Chi Yan had brought.

When he agreed to send Xiao Chining away back then, he didn't seem to have thought that the child would come back one day, let alone that after the child came back, he would repeatedly make him make uncharacteristic compromises—whether it was to maintain the appearance of peace in the family, Playing an unprecedented father role against his will, or rekindling the desire and impulse to create, staying up all night in the studio after a long absence.

The only thing he knows is that once one detail starts to change, sooner or later the whole life will be changed like dominoes.And if we want to protect the balance and freedom that we have painstakingly achieved over the years, we must remove the first card of the trigger device.

"It's good for you and me," he concluded succinctly.

Xiao Chining threw the cigarette butt and stomped out the sparks: "What is good? I am not good."

"Or you can live on campus when you are admitted to university." Xiao Zhaoshan consciously used all the patience he had accumulated in the past 40 years, and explained to Xiao Chining this proposal that he thought was very reasonable, "In this way, you don't need to adapt I, I don't need to adapt to you, what's wrong?"

"Nowhere is good!"

Xiao Chining turned to him, and the stubbornness and fragility that belonged to young people but did not belong to "Xiao Chining" suddenly appeared in his eyes.

"Didn't you just ask me why I want to learn to cook?" His eyes were red and he said loudly, "Because Chi Yan is in the catering industry, I thought that as long as I learned how to cook, I would be able to please her, because you As an oil painter, I thought you would be proud of me as long as you learned how to draw and appreciate paintings."

He clenched his fists and expressed his childhood pain for the first time: "So when other people's children are watching cartoons on TV, I watch cooking shows on TV, so even though I hate drawing, I still grit my teeth I persisted in studying for nine years."

Xiao Zhaoshan was stunned for a moment, and was shocked for a moment by Xiao Chining's childish and determined efforts to return to him and Chi Yan during the 16 years when he was not there.

However, this is just the beginning.

Xiao Chining took a step forward, raised his head slightly close at hand, looked into Xiao Zhaoshan's temporarily speechless eyes, and asked loudly: "Does Chi Yan know that you like nanmu? Chi Yan understands why you designed the signboard of the gallery like that Will Chi Yan tell you where you can draw better? Will Chi Yan repeat a Johnny Cash song that he accidentally heard hundreds of times?"

Because he was so close, Xiao Zhaoshan could clearly feel his hot, hot breath on his lips, so that his interrogation became inexplicably indistinct.But he did hear every word Xiao Chining said.

Xiao Chining stopped with tears in his eyes, and after a while he lowered his volume and said in a trembling voice: "As long as you are willing to keep me, as long as you are willing to get closer to me...you will know that I am the most compatible with you that person."

He raised his arms to hug Xiao Zhaoshan tightly, pressed his face against his chest, and repeated stubbornly: "Dad, I am the one."

Cars roared by on the road, and the lights illuminated a pair of shadows cuddling in the autumn wind.

Xiao Zhaoshan didn't speak, let alone respond to his hug, but Xiao Chining leaned on his chest, and could already hear his gradually chaotic heartbeat.

He blinked, let the tears that he had held back from gritting his teeth and pinching his palms with his nails fall down, and then he slightly hooked the corners of his mouth where Xiao Zhaoshan couldn't see, showing a triumphant smile.