Chapter 46
Sis's relationship with his parents was very dull since childhood. This may be the case in many foreign families. Parents will only accompany you for a short period of time in your life, and your partner is the one who will walk with you for a lifetime.
But Fang Chen's mind was obviously still filled with Chinese ideas.
He felt that since Sis's parents were going back to New York City to stay for a month, it would be too cold if they really didn't care about them.
Besides, Aunt Fuli is so gentle and gets along well with Fang Chen.
So, the final result of all this is.
——Ciss can’t find a wife.
Usually, Xiaoyang would stick to him. Except for necessary classes, the two of them were inseparable.
Now, he was stuck at the door of the teaching building waiting for Fang Chen to finish class, but he still couldn't catch him. He had no choice but to call him. Compared to Xisi's gloomy expression, Xiaoyang said cheerfully on the other end of the phone, "I'm getting my hair done with Aunt Fuli."
Do your hair?
Sis gritted his teeth and said, "Don't mess with your hair. It looks good the way it is."
God knows how much he likes the lamb's black hair. Although it is easy to frizz, it feels soft and great to the touch.
"Oh, you're so annoying. Leave me be. I won't talk to you anymore. Bye!"
bother?
The lamb bothers him?
Sith stared at the darkened phone in disbelief, his back teeth almost breaking.
After playing for a whole day, Fang Chen didn't come back until the evening.
After opening the door, the living room of the apartment was pitch black. Fang Chen was still muttering in his heart where Sis had gone, but the next second, the light was turned on and the man was sitting on the sofa, looking at him coldly.
Fang Chen was startled, "Why are you sitting here?"
Scared the hell out of a sheep.
Xisi pulled the corner of his mouth and said with a forced smile, "Your phone is off. Did you have a blast playing outside?"
"What?"
Fang Chen took out his phone and looked at it. There was no response when he pressed the button. "It must be out of battery and turned off."
Sis felt like a volcano about to erupt, especially after seeing Xiaoyang's curly hair. He asked in disbelief, "Did you really get your hair done?"
The lamb shook his head and said, "How is it? Does it look good?"
Sis's face was cold. Just as he was about to speak, the lamb rubbed its head towards him and said, "Touch it."
The man paused, couldn't resist the temptation, and reached out his hand.
sky!
So cool!
A head of fluffy little curly hair, soft and itchy when touched in the palm of your hand.
Sis's Adam's apple rolled up and down, and all his displeasure disappeared. His big hands rubbed back and forth randomly on it, and finally the lamb shook his hand away unwillingly, "That's enough."
I touch you a few times to coax you, and then I keep touching you.
The man withdrew his hand angrily and coughed. "Next time your phone runs out of battery, please use a different phone to contact me. I'll be worried about you."
The lamb pouted and said, "Oh, I see."
Sis bent down and hugged him, then tilted his head and kissed the lamb's cheek. "My dear, let's go on a date tomorrow. How about camping at the top of the mountain?"
The lamb's eyes lit up and he nodded, "Then call Aunt Fuli and Uncle."
Sith, "..."
He took a deep breath and said, "A date is a date between the two of us."
"Oh, it's okay. Aunt Fuli took me to get my hair done today. I'll invite her back as well."
The lamb broke free from Sith and walked back into the house without looking back. "I have to charge my phone quickly so I can call Aunt Fuli."
Sis waited at home for a whole night but didn't even get a kiss, "..."
After taking a quick shower and lying on the bed, Sis just lay down when a lamb automatically appeared in his arms.
The man snorted.
Did you know to snuggle into his arms at this time?
But not only did he not push her away, he hugged her tightly.
After all, we haven't seen each other for almost a whole day.
I've been thinking about it for a long time.
The lamb lay on the man, using Sith as a self-heating blanket. Although the blanket was a bit hard and there were occasional small wooden sticks, he could tolerate it.
"Don't you notice that I'm different today?"
The bedside lamp was still dim, and Sith lowered his eyes to look at the lamb in his arms.
To be honest, this little curly hair makes Fang Chen even cuter, like a doll.
He hugged the boy's waist, afraid that he would fall off him, and said, "Hmm," "Your hair looks good."
"What? I'm talking about something else."
Sis raised an eyebrow and looked at the lamb again.
Fang Chen couldn't help but say, "I went to the beauty salon today. Do you think my skin has improved?"
Sis was a little helpless, "The previous one was also very good."
Seeing Fang Chen glaring at him, the man quickly changed his words, "But the skin seems to be more tender now."
As he said this, he lowered his head and kissed the lamb's cheek hard, mumbling, "Really, it's softer now, baby."
Believe his lies.
It's harder, right?
Fang Chen rolled off the man, wrapped himself in the quilt, and said in a loud voice, "Sleep!"
…
Sis recalled his life from childhood to adulthood. Because he became independent too early, he and his parents had traveled very few times, and had never gone hiking or camping together. This time, he was able to do so thanks to Fang Chen.
It would have been perfectly fine for the whole family to drive one car, but Sis and his father both drove their own cars.
When Fang Chen was shoved into the passenger seat, he grumbled, "Why don't we all go together?"
Xisi chuckled, "Of course, it's because they also want to be alone."
Fang Chen blinked and looked up at him.
Whose parents are these?
The lamb was a little helpless and coaxed him perfunctorily, "It's okay, we can sleep in two tents."
Xisi twitched his lips and said, "How about four people sleeping on one?"
“…”
The lamb muttered, "Don't be so stingy."
Sith gritted his teeth in anger.
Is he stingy?
If he was stingy, he would have taken the lamb back long ago.
Sis drove off with a lot of anger in his heart, and could only hope that he would sleep in the tent with the lamb in his arms at night and that the lamb would give him a few more kisses.
The destination was a mountain in the suburbs. The scenery at the top was beautiful and suitable for camping, but the prerequisite for camping was that they had to climb to the top of the mountain.
Needless to say, Sis's parents have been traveling abroad in recent years, and climbing mountains is no problem for them. Sis can do it with ease as well. It's just a pity for the lamb. Even if all the bags are thrown to the man to carry, he still has difficulty walking with just his two legs.
I had only been climbing the mountain for a dozen minutes when I felt so tired that I needed to take a break.
But Sith is not in a hurry.
His parents were already far ahead, so this was just right, as they could create some distance and still allow him to be intimate with the lamb.
Sitting on the stone pier, the man unscrewed a bottle of water and handed it to the lamb, "Drink slowly."
Fang Chen didn't even stretch out his hand. He took two sips from Xisi's hand and said with a bitter face, "I'm so tired, my legs are so sore, can I really climb up?"
"Don't worry, just climb slowly, and you will succeed."
The man half-knelt in front of him, rubbing his calves and coaxing him, "Baby, walk for another five minutes, just five minutes, and then I'll carry you up, okay?"
In fact, he could carry Fang Chen on his back right now, but since it was the lamb's first time climbing a mountain, he always wanted him to feel it more.
Fang Chen said dejectedly, "Forget it, you're still carrying so much stuff."
"That's nothing."
The man raised his head and kissed the lamb on the mouth. "I'll carry the backpack in front and you on the back."
Fang Chen was amused by his description. He put his arm around Xisi's neck, leaned over and kissed the man on the cheek, "You seem unhappy these past two days."
Sith said coldly, "You can still see it."
Fang Chen said with a smile, "Aren't you already 30? 3 years old, right?"
The man took a deep breath.
Is there anyone who can deceive people like this?
Every word hits home.
He stood up and said coldly, "Get up and continue climbing the mountain."
Fang Chen, “…”
A man who is good at changing his face.
He pouted, but had no choice but to get up and climb the mountain. To be fair, the scenery of this mountain was beautiful, and the route they were taking was not crowded. It was very quiet, and the air was cool. Apart from a little tired legs, everything else was just right.
But the lamb's strength was limited, and after a few steps he couldn't walk anymore. He tugged at the corner of Sith's clothes and said, "Carry me, husband."
Sith's Adam's apple rolled up and down.
It had been many days since the lamb called him like this.
When there is something, she calls her husband, and when there is nothing, she calls the stinky foreigner.
Even so, the man still moved his backpack to the front and half-knelt in front of Fang Chen, "Come on up, baby."
The lamb jumped up happily.
Xisi carried him on his back, effortlessly, as if he were wearing a lamb pendant. Fang Chen put his arm around his neck, speaking kindly to him without asking for anything in return.
"Hubby, you are so nice. Hubby, why are you so nice? Hubby, let's hurry up and catch up with uncle and aunt."
Xisi quickened his pace at first, and finally became faster and faster. With Fang Chen's repeated encouragement, he was almost running.
Under a tree, Fuli took a leaf and took it out of a sealed bag from her bag and put it in it.
This leaf has beautiful patterns on it. I can dry it and make it into a bookmark.
As soon as I looked up, I saw someone running past me.
Fuli was stunned for a moment.
It looks a little familiar.
She spoke uncertainly, "Honey, were those the two who just ran over there, Sith?"
“…”
A normal mountain climb turned into a race.
When Fuli and her husband arrived at the campsite on the top of the mountain, Sith was already setting up the tent.
Fang Chen was sitting on a small stool with a bunch of snacks in his arms. When he saw Fuli and the others, he extended his hand to greet them enthusiastically.
Fuli smiled at him, "You guys are so fast."
Fang Chen took a bite of potato chips and said, "Sis was too fast. He ran up here carrying me on his back."
Look at the man again. It was so hot running all the way up that he took off his coat. He was wearing a black short-sleeved shirt and concentrating on setting up the tent. The muscles in his forearms bulged, and he looked so delicious.
The lamb took a look and couldn't help but move closer to Sis, saying, "Hubby, you've worked hard. Do you want some potato chips?"
Fang Chen passed the potato chips to the man's mouth, and he lowered his head and took a bite. "My dear, go sit over there and wait for me. It will be ready soon. Are you hungry? I'll set up the grill and grill some meat for you later."
The lamb didn't leave. "You've worked so hard, let me help you."
He said, putting the bag of chips aside, but instead of reaching out to pitch the tent, he put his hand on the man's arm and squeezed it, "Let me give you a massage."
The lamb's hand was so white and tender, and it looked a little awkward when it fell on the man's arm. The man's eyes darkened, and his voice was slightly hoarse, revealing a hint of danger, "Fang Chen!"
Fang Chen was not afraid of him. It was broad daylight, and Fuli and her husband were there. What could Sis do?
He snorted twice, "Why, you're going to be mean to me even though I'm massaging you?"
These days, Fang Chen went out early and came back late. He played a lot and fell asleep as soon as he came back. Xisi couldn't even get a sip of soup. He was so hungry that his eyes turned green. How could he bear such a little teasing?
The man gritted his teeth and tried his best to endure. "Fang Chen, you've made up your mind. You're staying in the mountains tonight, but what about tomorrow night and the day after tomorrow? You'll have to go home eventually."
Upon hearing this, Fang Chen quickly withdrew his hand.
How could I almost forget that men are super vengeful.
He stood up, hummed a little tune as if nothing had happened, and went to the other side to play with Aunt Fuli.
The man stared at his back with dark eyes and gritted his teeth.
Let him do as much as he wants.
One day it will fall into his hands!
The tents on both sides were set up. After climbing all the way up the mountain, everyone was already starving, so they took out the food from their backpacks and prepared the racks for the barbecue.
Fang Chen was finally able to help, skewering the meat. He always felt a little uncomfortable. The man's eyes were always on him, and they were not friendly. Fang Chen didn't dare to look in his direction, for fear that Xisi would drag him into the tent.
Looking at the skewers in his hand, the sticks were long and thick. For a moment, Fang Chen felt a sense of sympathy.
The lamb is also afraid of being made into kebabs.
While they were grilling, Xisi came over and calmly held Fang Chen in his arms. He tilted his head and brushed his lips against his ear, then said softly, "Baby, I deliberately set up the tent a little further away so that it can be more soundproof."
What? !
The lamb's eyes widened, "Don't..."
Before he could finish his words, Sis patted him gently on the waist and walked away as if nothing had happened.
Because of this sentence, the lamb was almost nervous to death.
He doesn't want to do anything in this wilderness!!
The lamb was running around in a panic.
If it wasn't inappropriate, he would have liked to sleep with Fuli and her husband.
Finally, he took a glance and saw a few cans of beer next to him. They were carried by Sis's father.
Isn’t it said that you can lock up the chickens if you are drunk?
Then all we have to do is get Sith drunk.
The lamb gave a thumbs up to his own wit!
Can just a few cans of wine get Sith drunk?
Thinking of this, Fang Chen went over and secretly studied the alcohol content.
The man watched every move of the lamb. He narrowed his eyes, walked over calmly, stood beside Fang Chen, and suddenly said, "What bad things are you doing?"
The lamb was startled and raised its head suddenly.
"Let me see...the wine."
"What are you looking at the wine for?" Sis said slowly, "You have such a low alcohol tolerance and you can't drink it."
Hearing the man say this, Fang Chen was quite unconvinced, "Why can't I drink? My alcohol tolerance has improved a bit now, okay? I just want to drink a little since we're out having fun today."
Sith raised an eyebrow, "But the degree is very high."
High degree?
It’s better to have a high degree.
The lamb's eyes lit up. "It's okay. I'll just drink a little. Please drink with me, husband, okay?"
Sith stared at him deeply for two seconds, then suddenly smiled, "Okay."
The aroma of barbecue wafted out quickly. Sometimes, barbecue tastes better in its original flavor than many barbecues with added spices.
But the lamb did not forget his purpose.
He didn't take two bites before he quickly came over with the wine glass, "Hubby, drink."
Sith glanced at him and clinked his glass with his.
Fang Chen quickly said, "I can't drink much, you can drink more. I'll take a sip, and you can have a glass."
It’s quite a good deal.
Sith suppressed his laughter and agreed, "Okay."
Fang Chen took a small sip, and as soon as his tongue wet the wine, he put the cup away, while the man tilted his head back and drank the whole cup.
The lamb secretly said "Yeah" in his heart!
Plan pass.
For the rest of the dinner, two couples, one was eating barbecue, and the other was drinking heavily.
Until finally, all the wine was gone.
Sith's father gritted his teeth secretly, "I brought this wine on my back!"
It actually helps that brat Sith.
Although their father-son relationship was average, he could tell at a glance that Xisi was definitely up to no good. Only Fang Chen was so dumb that he couldn't see it and was stunned by his coaxing.
Fuli was also worried and asked quietly, "Baby, didn't you drink too much? Are you dizzy?"
Fang Chen, who had only drunk one glass, shook his head and said, "It's okay, Auntie. I'm not drunk. Come, I'll toast you."
He held a piece of chicken wing and said, "I'm done, you can do whatever you want."
Then he buried his head in eating the chicken wings.
Fuli, “…”
She smiled helplessly, turned her head and glared at Xisi, "Don't bully me."
Sith snorted and laughed, "He was the one who wanted to get me drunk."
But having said that, Xisi was still worried that Fang Chen would have a headache, so he coaxed him to drink some warm water and then helped him into the tent.
Fang Chen struggled, "I don't want to sleep, I want to look at the stars."
Sith couldn't persuade him, "Okay, okay, let's look at the stars."
There was no other choice but to lead the drunkard out again, spread a mat on the open space, and the drunkard lay down on it directly.
Sis touched his hand, which was a little cold, "Are you cold, baby?"
"It's not bad."
Xisi was still worried, so he took off his coat and covered Fang Chen with it.
They were lucky, the weather was clear today and the stars were beautiful at night.
Lying on the mat, the man reached out and held Fang Chen in his arms. The lamb leaned on his arm, so soft that Sis's heart softened as well.
"Baby, don't you want to marry me?"
Sith suddenly spoke, his voice low.
He had asked Fang Chen about the wedding more than once, but the boy never gave him a clear answer each time.
Xisi knew that Fang Chen was a bit of an escapist, and he didn't have the heart to force him, but the possessiveness in his heart kept playing tricks on him, and he really wanted to tie the lamb to his side.
Fang Chen burped slightly and mumbled incoherently, "I'm not, I'm just a little scared."
Xisi's heart moved, and he sat up slightly, lowering his eyes and staring at Fang Chen, "Baby, what are you afraid of?"
Fang Chen looked at him blankly.
Because I was drunk, my brain worked very slowly and I spoke almost instinctively, saying whatever came to my mind.
The lamb looked a little aggrieved, puffing out the soft flesh of his cheeks and saying in a muffled voice, "I'm afraid you'll disappear."
Like puppies and marbles when I was a kid.
He never had anything.
Sith felt as if his heart was soaked in acid water, wrinkled and painful.
He lowered his head and kissed the lamb's soft cheek, "No, baby, I will always be by your side, for the rest of my life, forever and ever."
It is always best to have a negative distance.
Fang Chen blinked, leaned forward and pressed his lips against hers.
Sis couldn't bear it any longer, so he picked up the lamb and carried it into the tent.
Fang Chen was still struggling, "Look at the stars."
The man coaxed him perfunctorily, "There are some in the tent too."
The drunk lamb actually believed it and nodded obediently, "Okay."
Back in the tent, Xisi coaxed him to change his clothes, but Fang Chen started making a fuss again and insisted on taking a shower.
"There's no way to take a shower here. Just bear with it and take a shower when you get home."
Fang Chen was unhappy and curled himself up in the quilt, wrapped like a silkworm cocoon.
Sis had no choice but to go out and get a hot towel, then come back to dig the man out and wipe him.
After a lot of trouble, the little drunk finally lay down obediently.
He blinked and asked Sis, "Honey, are you drunk too?"
Sith kind of laughed when he mentioned that.
She reached out and pinched his cheek, "Why did you get me drunk?"
The drunk lamb couldn't lie, so he confessed honestly, "I turned off my phone."
Sith was stunned for a moment, "What?"
The lamb looked down and asked seriously, "You need to turn off your phone before going to bed. Did you turn it off?"
The man finally realized what he said and almost laughed out of anger?
He took Fang Chen's hand, his voice low and dangerous, "Then help me check it out, baby."
Even though the lamb was drunk, he still had the instinct to sense danger. He quickly withdrew his hand and closed his eyes tightly. "I feel dizzy. Go to sleep."
But Sis was not angry. Instead, he said, "Hmm," and said, "Go to sleep, baby."
He fell asleep so he could work.
Under the influence of alcohol, the lamb fell asleep quickly and even began to snore slightly.
Sith leaned in closer, kissed the tip of his nose, and asked tentatively, "Baby, baby?"
The sleeping lamb smacked its lips but didn't respond.
The man smiled with satisfaction.
It was late at night and the top of the mountain was silent, with only the occasional sound of wind blowing through leaves outside.
After a busy day, Master Sis is about to enjoy his dinner.
While the lamb was racking his brains to get him drunk, the man had the same idea.
It’s good to fall asleep, because then you can eat pan-fried dumplings.
The space in the tent is not as big as at home, but it is just right. It is more convenient for two people to squeeze together.
The quilt was pulled up, and the lamb was held in someone's arms, with his butt pressed against something behind him. He dodged forward uncomfortably, but was quickly pulled back.
That night, the lamb was dreaming in a confused state.
He felt like he had fallen into a huge furnace, scorching hot from all sides. He was about to cry, and kept calling Sis's name. But the man went even further, coming over and handing him a pair of tongs, asking him to hold it. Fang Chen felt so hot when he touched it that he wanted to let go, but Sis held his wrist and wouldn't let him let go. He even leaned in close, put his ear close to his, and kept calling him "baby, baby..."
Because of this dream, Fang Chen did not sleep well that night, and was woken up by Sith very early the next day.
"Baby, get up and watch the sunrise."
Fang Chen was so annoyed that he stretched out his hand and swung it twice, hitting the man in the face.
Sith grabbed his hand, kissed the boy's fingertips twice, and simply wrapped him in a blanket and carried him out.
Fuli and the others hadn't gotten up yet, so only Sis and Fang Chen were on the top of the mountain. The man was holding the lamb and coaxing him.
"Baby, look up."
Fang Chen opened his eyes drowsily.
In front of me, light shines through the clouds, and the sky is full of brilliant rays of light.
Sith tilted his head and pressed his cheek against the lamb's.
"I'll tell you once a day from now on, okay?"
"Fang Chen, I love you."
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