The heartthrob really didn't fish

Chapter 31

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Qin Feihe No.1 called the self-report

I noticed him early on.

Every Chinese New Year, my mother would take me to my aunt’s family. I was the capital she used to show off. She let me play the piano, sing, and show everyone the composition I won.

I would do it one by one, but he was different.

He learned Spanish simply because he thought the pronunciation was nice.

During the meal, my uncle stood up to attract everyone's attention, and said, "I heard that Jiabao has gone to learn Spanish, so come tell us a few words, it just happens to be Chinese New Year, let's talk about something related to the New Year."

He directly refused, "I want to eat, I don't want to perform."

Later, we ate melon seeds and chatted together, and talked about his writing novels on the Internet. An aunt asked him: "Jiabao, how is your novel writing?"

He replied: "That's it."

"How many words have you written?"

"Not counting."

"Can you make money?"

"not much."

"I heard that writing novels can make money. Tell everyone, how much money do you make?"

Song Jiabao had a smile on his face, but his words choked: "Don't worry about the great writer."

He is such a rebellious person, he is so different from me, all relatives say he is inferior to me, only I know that I am the mud on the ground, and he is the unattainable cloud.

I envy him so much, but I can never get close to him.

I was trapped in a "lonely" shackle, and I could only study in silence, or show Ms. Qin Lian's educational achievements to passers-by according to Ms. Qin Lian's request.

It's not that I can't live, but that I can't find a reason to continue living.

But he appeared, the first time he took the initiative to talk to me, he said: "It turned out to be a Widowmaker."

It's so strange, I've been looking at that flower for days, and everyone asked me what I was looking at, but only he saw what I was looking at at a glance.

I replied, "It's mutated."

He asked me, "Why did it mutate?"

"There may be many reasons, maybe the composition of the soil is different, maybe it is born with mutated genes."

How I wanted to keep this topic going, so I asked, "What do you think might be the case?"

"Is it a genetic variation? If it is affected by the environment, should all flowers change?" He replied to me.

"Yeah, I think so too."

Unfortunately, the conversation came to an abrupt end here.

I can't chat, I hate myself, no matter how hard I try, I can't keep him.

I thought that being as unruly as him, after leaving today, I would never see a dead man like me again, but he came every day and took me to live in his house.

He is so warm, let me vaguely see why people should live.

Not to live, but to live, to find a reason.

I like to hug him to sleep, he never refuses me, he indulges me in everything, the desire in my heart grows day by day, uncontrollable.

Sometimes, when I lean against his chest, I can hear the sound of his heart beating, and the tranquility and beauty of the blood gurgling through the tiny blood vessels.

I want to bite his neck and tear his chest open to see if his heart is as warm and red as I imagined.

But I still haven't put it into action. If there is that moment, there is no doubt that I can get the supreme happiness, but I can't bear to never hear the sound of his blood flowing from now on.

I carefully controlled the longing in my eyes, like a harmless dodder flower, only by clinging to him can I live, and in this way, he will love me even more.

The only time I would secretly kiss him was when he was asleep.

It's strange, how could his mouth be so warm, I wish he could put me in his mouth, I would like to sleep forever in his body.

Most of the scenes in my dreams are like this. He opened his body to accept me, and I lay in his body, feeling unprecedentedly peaceful.

I have no embarrassment about my body's reaction, I love him, it's the most direct proof.

But he seemed to be very uncomfortable with this, would push me away slightly, and then dare not look at me for a whole day.

He thought I didn't know anything, and whispered to me at night that this is the growth that every boy will experience.

He stuck to my ear, the wet and hot breath penetrated into my ear like a figurative little snake, it hurt and itched, I could hear his heartbeat faster than usual, sticking to my body, Slowly assimilate me.

I hugged him and begged him: "Jiabao...I feel so uncomfortable..."

He didn't dare to look at me the whole time, but I greedily stared at his eyebrows, eyes, bridge of nose, and full lips. I was so hungry, I've never been so hungry in my life...

In fact, I have to thank him for not daring to look at me, so that I can approach him step by step, from helping each other, to kissing uncontrollably, to caressing his whole body, he retreats step by step, but the eyes that look at me full of guilt.

It wasn't that he tricked me who knew nothing, but that I tricked him with nothing.

I look forward to really entering his body one day, whether it is really that warm, even if I just hold him still, I think I will feel like I am in heaven.

But what I was looking forward to would never come. Qin Lian, who had disappeared for several years, suddenly appeared. She saw the red mark on my neck and wanted to take me away.

I deeply felt my powerlessness, just like when he was protecting me, I could only see the broken cake not far away through the tight protection.

The cake was shattered and turned into an invisible mass, but I know that his taste will not change because of the change in appearance, he is still sweet and delicious.

The premise is that the cake is still within the shelf life.

I want to stay within his shelf life.

I left without saying goodbye, knowing that he would always hate me and remember me.

In fact, for me, it doesn’t matter where I stay, but the language I speak is different. I learn their thoughts and behaviors, for example, cover one of his ears, so that he can only concentrate on listening to me .

I have been paying attention to his behavior, including how Qiu Yingying defeated him, and how Xu Hanchi took advantage of it.

If I were here, Xu Hanchi would not have such an opportunity, but unfortunately I am not qualified to participate in his life.

I was like a gutter mouse, coveting his everything darkly, and gnashing my teeth and suffering at the presence of other people in his life.

An unexpected person appears.

He is the source of my painful life and the turning point of my new life-my father, Wen Zhao.

Wen Zhao and Qin Lian fell in love freely and entered the marriage hall. I only occasionally heard from relatives that they were both talented and beautiful.

Although there is a huge gap in family background, judging by the happy appearance of the two, they must be married to love.

However, love is such a fragile thing.

When Qin Lian was pregnant, Wen Zhao had an affair.

In those days, it seemed that a man's cheating was not a big deal. Even the aunt persuaded Qin Lian to endure it. Wen Zhao was rich and flattered her in every possible way because of guilt, so the days to come would not be sad.

But Qin Lian resolutely divorced and took me to live alone.

I have never met Wen Zhao, and I only saw him for the first time when I was 17 years old.

I should be more like him, no wonder Qin Lian would cruelly lock me into a dark and cramped wooden box when I made a mistake.

I didn't refuse him, but sat with him in the coffee shop for a while.

Wen Zhao hasn't remarried for so many years. He really likes Qin Lian, but at that time, the society agreed that a man's cheating was not a big deal. Divorce is divorced.

So, I look a little more like Wen Zhao, but in fact, the inside is Qin Lian's madness and desire to control.

He wants to recognize me back, I have no objection, I can easily call out "Dad".

Words like "Father" and "Mom" have very little weight in my heart. I just yell, and it doesn't matter. Only the word "Brother" is very heavy, very heavy, and I can't express it in my mouth. Chew it over and over again, and read it over and over again in my heart before I could call him "Brother" softly at night.

For many years after that, I set up a laboratory with my classmates while studying, and I earned enough money to get rid of Qin Lian's control.

I should go back.