Gu Fei sensed that the child's emotions were a bit off. He was holding him tightly and wouldn't let go, his little face buried in his neck and shoulder, and all that could be seen were the other's slightly reddened ears.
He didn't speak, but silently held An Qingyan in his arms, gently stroking the boy's back with his palm, his eyes as soft as the moonlight outside the French windows.
An Qingyan didn't know what to say, she just hugged the man tightly, and only then did she feel a little more at ease, like a small boat that had been adrift in the deep sea finally returning to the harbor.
He felt very sad and heartbroken, but he couldn't explain to Gu Fei that he felt heartbroken for Gu Fei from his previous life. What are a man's feelings after Gu Fei's death?
Did Gu Fei love him back then?
An Qingyan didn't know, but the man's meticulous care for him when he was sick said it all.
He understood Gu Fei's personality; he wasn't some pushover who would readily help others.
If Gu Fei loved him in his past life, he would only feel more heartache and sadness. Put yourself in his shoes, what would he do if Gu Fei suddenly died unexpectedly?
Just thinking about this made An Qingyan feel as if her heart was being wrapped in a constantly shrinking net. With each inch of shrinkage, her heart felt suffocated, as if it were about to bleed.
Gu Fei saw that the boy in his arms had thin shoulders that were trembling slightly, and the fabric of his shirt at the shoulders seemed to be soaked with warm liquid, while his skin felt cool to the touch.
He placed his hands on her slightly trembling shoulders, pulling away slightly, and saw An Qingyan's lowered head and the silent tears streaming down her cheeks. (Remember the website m.xswang.com)
Tears dripped down his jawline, refracting fleeting glimmers of light under the lamp.
The boy bit his lower lip tightly, trying not to cry out, as if he was controlling his emotions. His long eyelashes were wet with tears and trembled like butterflies lost in a storm.
Gu Fei felt bad looking at the boy who was crying so sadly and pitifully. He raised his hand and placed it on the boy's tear-soaked cheek, gently wiping away the tears with his fingertips.
"What's wrong?" He leaned down to look An Qingyan in the eye, his eyes filled with undisguised tension and concern. His gentle voice was even a little hesitant. "Who bullied Yan Yan? Brother Fei will teach him a lesson for you."
An Qingyan didn't speak, but just shook his head.
She then reached out and hugged the man's waist.
Gu Fei gently lifted An Qingyan by the buttocks, like carrying a child, and walked to the sofa to sit down. An Qingyan sat facing him on his lap.
"You're not allowed to cry anymore, just a little longer."
"Hmm..." An Qingyan hugged the man's neck with both hands, still burying her face in his shoulder, silently shedding tears that almost soaked the fabric of his shirt before gradually calming down.
An Qingyan swore that he was not a crybaby. He cried a lot when he was a child and didn't understand things, but he realized when he grew up that crying was the most useless thing. No one would care about you and it wouldn't solve any problems.
Since meeting Gu Fei, he has cried more often, because he feels cared for and pitied.
"Stop crying?"
"Um……"
Gu Fei lifted An Qingyan's chin, kissed the corner of his reddened eyes, then took a tissue to wipe away the undried tears on his face, chuckled, and said, "You're crying like a little rabbit."
An Qingyan stared blankly at the handsome man in front of her with her eyes as red as a rabbit's, her eyes filled with tears, looking exceptionally pitiful.
Gu Fei said, "It pains me to see this."
"I just feel sorry for you." An Qingyan's voice was hoarse from crying.
Gu Fei poured him a glass of warm water and held it to his lips. After watching him drink a few sips, she asked, "What are you worried about me for?"
An Qingyan couldn't explain, so he lowered his eyes in embarrassment and muttered softly, "I feel sorry for you working so hard, still working overtime so late."
These words were naturally unbelievable to Gu Fei. If it was just because she felt sorry for his hard work, why would she cry so sadly?
Following his words, Gu Fei said in a serious tone, "It's okay to work hard to earn money to support my wife."
An Qingyan blushed deeply at the mention of "wife," muttering under her breath, "I'm not your wife." Then, she wrapped her arms around his waist with unusual gentleness and said obediently, "I can earn money to support you too."
Gu Fei was amused by him. He hugged the man in his arms as if he were holding a rare treasure, his chest trembling slightly. He said, "Okay, Brother Fei is waiting for Yan Yan to earn money to support me."
An Qingyan finally smiled.
Gu Fei's smile faded, but his eyes remained gentle. He looked at the person in his arms and asked earnestly, "Now can you tell me why you cried?"
An Qingyan avoided his gaze, saying, "I just met a fan at the airport. He told me that I must be happy, and I was very touched."
Gu Fei: "So you were moved to tears?"
An Qingyan shook his head. He knew Gu Fei definitely wouldn't believe this clumsy excuse. He hesitated, frowned, and remained silent for a moment before speaking with difficulty:
“Brother Fei, I know you have a lot of questions in your mind, but I’m not ready to tell you right now…” He smiled and said, “Actually, it’s not an important thing for us right now.”
After all, seizing the moment is the most important thing.
The story of rebirth is too bizarre; apart from Wen Yan, who was also reborn, probably no one would believe it. As for Gu Fei… An Qingyan doesn’t know.
"Okay, I'll wait for you." Gu Fei didn't press the matter further; he wouldn't do something like digging too deep.
The man rested his chin on the boy's shoulder, his dry, thin lips almost touching the boy's earlobe, and whispered, "But Brother Fei still hopes that Yan Yan can believe me, no matter what happens."
A smile played on the boy's lips as he gently patted the man's shoulder. "Yes, I believe you."
His gaze involuntarily shifted to the fabric of the man's shirt at his shoulder; he had cried so hard that his tears had soaked Gu Fei's clothes.
He only realized his embarrassment belatedly.
"I'm sorry, I got your clothes all wet." An Qingyan sniffed, lowering his head in self-reflection. "Am I too prone to crying? A man doesn't easily shed tears..."
But he was too sad.
Suddenly, Gu Fei opened his palm in front of him, and a preserved plum candy appeared inside. As if by magic, he peeled off the candy coating and stuffed it into the boy's mouth, saying, "The crying child gets candy."
An Qingyan couldn't help but smile. "Yes, it's very sweet."
The documents spread out on the desk were not even glanced at again. Gu Fei quickly tidied up and left the office with An Qingyan. He held the boy's hand and asked, "Back to the An family or the Gu family?"
An Qingyan hesitated for a moment, "My parents don't know I'm back."
Children's thoughts are easy to guess. The man's lips curled up slightly, and he said, "Then let's go back to my house."
An Qingyan remained silent, which was tantamount to acquiescing.
He rushed back so urgently for Gu Fei, and of course he didn't want to be separated from him so soon. He wanted to be with him all the time, even if they didn't do anything.
On the way back, An Qingyan dozed off in the passenger seat. She had been busy taking photos in the morning and then rushed to pack her luggage to return to Nancheng in the afternoon. She was really tired.
Gu Fei stopped the car at the red light, turned his head to look at the sleeping person next to him. The person's head was tilted to one side. He had been crying a lot, and his eyes and nose were still red. He looked like a pitiful little thing.
In the man's exceptionally calm eyes under the night sky, there was both helplessness and indulgence. He had no idea what unspeakable secrets his little girlfriend was hiding, which he couldn't tell her. Her tears would leave him helpless.
No matter what the secret is, as long as I can stay by his side, have three meals a day, and live a peaceful and joyful life, that's enough.
It was almost 10 p.m. when I got back to the Gu family home.
As soon as the car stopped, An Qingyan woke up groggily and let Gu Fei lead him into the house. After washing his hands, he was pressed to sit at the dining table, where a bowl of steaming wontons was placed in front of him.
Yu Qingtong, still wearing her apron, said with a smile, "Yan Yan, Auntie made this for you herself. Try it and see if it's good!" After seeing the boy's face clearly, she exclaimed in surprise, "Why are your eyes so red? Did you cry? Did Gu Fei bully you?!"
After saying that, she glared at Gu Fei, who was sitting next to An Qingyan, with a questioning look. An Qingyan hurriedly explained, "No, no, Brother Fei didn't bully me."
"What happened to you? Who else dares to bully you? Tell Auntie, and Auntie will stand up for you!"
An Qingyan was at a loss for words.
"I was the one who bullied her." Gu Fei looked at Yu Qingtong frankly, maintaining his cold, aloof, and ascetic expression, and said seriously, "This is about romance, you wouldn't understand."
An Qingyan: "..."
Is it too late for him to find a hole to burrow into?
How can this person say these things with such a straight face?!
"I understand, I understand." Yu Qingtong patted An Qingyan's shoulder with a knowing smile, "I've seen through everything." "Eat slowly, Yan Yan. Auntie won't bother you anymore."
An Qingyan: "...Yes, thank you, Auntie."
He was indeed hungry, burying his head in the delicious shrimp wontons, but he couldn't help but glance resentfully at the calm man next to him, and said helplessly, "Don't say things like that in front of Auntie in the future."
Gu Fei gave a perfunctory "oh".
An Qingyan suspected that he hadn't listened at all.
Master Gu is quite rebellious.
Yu Qingtong was a very good cook. He finished the whole bowl of wontons, not even leaving a drop of soup, before stretching contentedly. He was sleepy after eating.
After washing up, the two lay down on the bed to sleep. They did nothing, and An Qingyan nestled in the man's warm embrace and soon fell asleep.
In this life, no matter what happens, he only wants to be with his Fei Ge. The tragedy of the previous life will not repeat itself. They will be very happy.
It definitely will.
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