why did i bend

Chapter 35

At a glance, he lowered his head and thought for a while, and he actually sat down obediently and slowed down while eating.

Uncle Chen added food to several people in silence, while Yang Yuan declared his dominance in the middle position. He looked at Yang Haochen and Yan Zhe on the table, and his expression became softer that he didn't even notice.

The only sound in the room was the slight clinking of cutlery.

How long has it been since he had a good meal at home like this? The family sits together and can have a meal at the same table. This is probably the life he has always wanted.After so many years, he never thought of finding another one, because he didn't have any affection for anyone except Yan Zhe.But he never thought that this would be unfair to Yang Haochen.

Maybe Yang Haochen really needs someone to take care of him.

Everyone at the table has their own Xiao Jiujiu in their hearts, and the meal is eaten very quickly, and it is over in a while.

Yan Zhe was about to leave after eating, but Yang Haochen started his rogue move again, hugging his thigh and refusing to let go.

Yan Zhe squatted down helplessly, and whispered to him, "What else are you going to do?"

Yang Haochen also pretended to hug his neck and whispered in his ear, "Don't forget what you promised me back then, I want you to stay here with me tonight."

Yan Zhe thought to himself, if the child hadn't told him secretly, he would have thought Yang Yuan taught him.As expected of a father and son, they spoke in the same tone.

"But……"

Yang Haochen didn't wait for Yan Zhe to refute, and immediately said, "I want my uncle to stay with me."

Before Yan Zhe could answer, Yang Yuan, who was standing by the side, said coldly, "My son told you to stay, so you can stay. We have a lot of things in our house, and it happens that Yan Sichao's things are in the house, so you can clean them up." Take his things and sleep in his place at night."

Yan Zhe was silent for a while, thinking of Yan Sichao's things and Yang Haochen's words, he reluctantly agreed.

He leaned into Yang Haochen's ear and whispered, "Okay, but after tonight your wish will be gone."

Yang Haochen didn't hold back, and readily agreed, "It's a deal."

"Then trouble Mr. Yang."

The corner of Yang Yuan's mouth twitched, and a gleam of light flashed in his eyes.

Yang Haochen didn't keep Yan Zhe for any other reason, but when Yan Zhe wiped his mouth just now, he suddenly felt that he had a feeling of liking for him, like a "mother".

He has never met his mother, and his father has never been so gentle and careful to him.Uncle Chen treated him very well, but he would not discipline him like Yan Zhe did.

As night falls, the fragrance of flowers in the air flows into the house through the window screen with the night wind.In the blue wall and the room full of toys, two people, one big and one small, are arguing about something.

"Uncle, I want to hear a bedtime story." Yang Haochen lay down on the bed, put his hands behind his head, and arrogantly issued orders to Yan Zhe.

The corner of Yan Zhe's mouth twitched, this kid is too good at pushing his feet, and who did he learn from.He looked untidy.

Yan Zhe frowned slightly, "Don't go too far, kid, and you want me to tell you a bedtime story? I'm not your nanny."

Hearing this, Yang Haochen's eyes dimmed suddenly, and his posture became much more regular. He lost his arrogance just now, his mouth shrunk, and his eyes were reddish, as if he was about to cry in the next moment:

"That's not what I mean. I just want you to tell me stories to lull me to sleep. I heard people say that mothers will tell bedtime stories by the bedside when children are sleeping."

Hearing this, Yan Zhe's expression was a little unnatural, and his eyebrows raised slightly, "What about your mother?"

"I don't know, I've never seen her. She died as soon as I was born. I also really want to know how it feels to listen to stories and sleep." Yang Haochen became more and more wronged as he talked, his mouth pursed, and the corners of his mouth seemed to be filled with tears in his eyes spin around.

"But I'm not your mother, I'm a man."

Yang Haochen wiped away tears, "It's okay, just tell me a story."

Yan Zhe had nothing to do with him, and sighed deeply, "Okay. What story do you want to hear?"

Hearing this, Yang Haochen stopped crying immediately, twisted his body and got off the bed, rummaged through a box, took out a book, stuffed it into Yan Zhe's hands happily, raised his head with anticipation, Eyes shining and saying "Well, I want to hear this story."

Yan Zhe looked down, and it turned out to be "The Little Prince". "Well, I can tell you, but you have to sleep well."

Yan Zhe carried Yang Haochen to the bed and covered him with a quilt, and lay down beside him, turned off the light in the room, leaving only the bedside lamp, and then began to read the story in a low voice.

"When I was only six years old, I saw a wonderful illustration in a book called "True Story" about the virgin forest..."

Yang Haochen lay on the bed with his eyes closed, and Yan Zhe's low and slightly warm voice was in his ears, and slowly fell asleep.

In the room, apart from Yang Haochen's breathing, there was also the ticking of the bedside clock.

Yan Zhe felt a tightness in his chest, as if something was pressing on him, making him unable to breathe.

He tried hard to push that thing away, but he couldn't move, as water gushed in from all directions.He couldn't open his eyes and couldn't move his limbs, just like that day.

Yang Yuan, save me.

For some reason, all he could think of was Yang Yuan.

Suddenly he sat up suddenly.The clock beside the bed was ticking, and he wiped his forehead, which was covered in cold sweat.It turned out that he did not know when he fell asleep.

Maybe it was because the light in Yang Haochen's room was too dim that he also fell asleep.

He wiped his sweat, got out of bed and helped Yang Haochen cover the quilt, then turned and went back to his room.

He was sweating, he turned on the rain shower to the fullest and now below, letting the water pour from the top of his head to his extremities.The water flowed past his ears, blocking out the sound like in his dream.

He hadn't had that dream for a long time.Since he was almost drowned, he didn't dare to go into the water for a long time. Later, Bu Wei took him into contact with the water slowly, and he gradually forgot about it when he was exposed to diving.Unexpectedly, now he remembered it again.

After staying in the bathroom for a long time, when he came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel, suddenly the door of the room rang.

It's so late, who is it?

Hacked

Yang Yuan was holding the wine outside the door, waiting for the people inside to open the door.He couldn't explain why, he just wanted to see Yan Zhe.

With a creak, the wooden door opened, and Yan Zhe was wearing cotton pajamas, and strands of water dripped from his half-dried hair to his shoulders, instantly soaking a small piece.

Yan Che was taken aback when he saw Yang Yuan.

After changing his clothes, Yang Yuan lost his sharpness and added a bit of softness.

He raised his hand holding the wine, leaned against the wall and said lazily, "Have a drink."

Yan Zhe "No need."

Saying that Yan Zhe was about to close the door, Yang Yuan rushed to the door of the house without moving, staring at Yan Zhe's eyes, "It's an old friend for many years, no matter what." It's just a drink, I won't do anything to you. "

Yan Zhe looked up at him, with playfulness in his eyes, sarcastically, "Really, okay. We are all men, just have a drink. Come in."

After finishing speaking, Yan Che turned and went back to the room, Yang Yuan stepped into the bedroom, and the door of the room creaked shut again.

The room smelled of the freshly scented shower gel that just took a shower. It was strange to say that everyone used the same shower gel, but Yang Yuan felt that Yan Che's smell was unique and unique.Two people staying in the same room, even though they are not close, gave him a primitive impulse.

A feeling of being attracted.

Yan Zhe sat on the bed generously, and Yang Yuan sat next to him, with a distance of one person between them.

The aroma of the red wine mixed with the aroma of the two people made them a little drunk.

Maybe it's been too long, maybe it's a little embarrassing.The two were silent, and the only sound in the room was the light clinking of glasses.Yan Zhe was holding the wine glass and shaking it, his eyes were dark with a gentle light, he stared down at the wine glass in his hand, the broken hair on his forehead somewhat blocked his eyes.

After a while, he said softly, "Is Haochen's mother Liu Yiyi?"

Yang Yuan drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, "Yes."

With Yang Yuan's affirmation, the two fell into silence again.

The bottle of wine quickly ran out, and the two of them got a little drunk. Yan Zhe didn't drink well, and he was in a bad mood, so he fell asleep very quickly.Yang Yuan has been through dinner for a long time, this little wine is not enough for him to get drunk, but his face is slightly red.

Yang Yuan put Yan Che on the bed and covered him with a quilt, and lay down next to him, very silent, didn't say a word, just stared at Yan Che's sleeping face.How long has it been since he looked at Yan Zhe's profile so carefully? It's been so long, until midnight, he always dreamed of this scene, the dim light, two people lying together, he always saw Yan Zhe's back.It's been too long, so long that this dream has become his obsession.

Yang Yuan and Yan Che lay side by side on the bed, without any strong desire.Some are just plain, it's not that they don't want it, it's just that the two of them can lie side by side on the same bed again, which has given Yang Yuan great satisfaction.

Sometimes it is like this, even though a person hurts himself, but he likes him, no matter how much the other party does to him, he will not really hold grudges.

After all, for so many years, what he felt more about Yan Zhe was not hatred, but grievance.He just wanted an explanation why he was abandoned again.He just wants an answer.

That night Yang Yuan slept very deeply, he had a dream.

"Son, Dad is sorry for you."

"dad."

"Dad, I'm sorry."

A rush of bells sounded, and Yang Yuan woke up from his dream, "Hello? When? I'm going over now."

Yan Zhe was awakened by Yang Yuan's voice on the phone.Yang Yuan by his side gave him a