Chapter 22 "Isn't your tongue too tender?"
"Of course, it's not easy to get a wife now that he's so hot." Wen Siru looked at Ren Yizi intentionally or unintentionally, "What do you think?"
"Then I'll let my sister-in-law taste your cooking skills first." Ren Dazhinan's mind was full of food, and he couldn't feel Wen Siru's deep eyes at all.
Wen Siru's smile deepened: "Okay."
He responded by shaking the spoon. Veins popped out on the back of his cold white hand, and tongues of fire shot up from underneath. He wanted to lick that bony hand every moment.
Ren Yizi's heart skipped a beat, the flames reflected in his eyes, and he blurted out, "Be careful with the fire, don't make it so big."
Wen Siru raised his eyebrow slightly and said, "Brother, you seem to be afraid of fire."
Ren Yizi lowered his eyes and touched Elizabeth, then said vaguely, "You got burned by a lighter while smoking. It hurts. Be careful."
"Okay, as you say." Wen Siru turned down the heat a little. "Smoke less. It's bad for your health."
"I can't control my smoking. I've been worried and anxious these past few months." Ren Yizi's nonchalant look appeared again, and he touched the cigarette box in his school uniform pocket.
Wen Siru used chopsticks to pick up a piece of okra and tasted it, then fed it to Ren Yizi: "Try it. If you think it tastes too bland, I'll add some salt."
Ren Yizi was unexpectedly fed a mouthful of something hot. He raised his head and exhaled: "It's a bit bland, add a little more."
Wen Siru looked at his ridiculous, husky-like appearance, staring at the bright mole on his completely exposed Adam's apple: "Is it so hot? Your tongue is too tender, isn't it?"
Ren Yizi listened to his teasing, and while chewing, he remembered that this was the okra that Wen Siru had eaten, and suddenly realized that this was an indirect kiss.
He accidentally bit his tongue and couldn't help but curse: "Fuck."
Soon blood began to trickle out from his lips.
Seeing him like this, Wen Siru quickly turned off the fire, lifted his chin and asked: "Are you okay, brother?"
In a hurry, the two of them were very close to each other, almost touching, their breaths intertwined.
The range hood roared loudly and the temperature in the kitchen gradually increased.
Elizabeth in his arms was squeezed by the two of them so that there was no space left. She ran out of the kitchen with a "meow".
Ren Yizi had never looked into a boy's eyes so closely before. His pupils dilated and he said blankly, "It's okay."
"That's good," Wen Siru stared at the tip of the tongue that appeared and disappeared between the lips and said softly, "Your tongue is really tender and fragile."
The voice is so gentle that it cannot be melted away.
Ren Yizi suddenly felt a wave of comfortable numbness all over his body. Seeing that Wen Siru was so concerned and natural without any awkwardness, he didn't care at all that they had just kissed indirectly.
"I'll ask the housekeeper to bring you some ointment later." Wen Siru looked at him for a while before going over to fire again.
Ren Yizi was behind him, touching his chin which had just been held.
He didn't know what was wrong with him. He used to be so carefree that he never paid attention to these details. What was wrong with two men casually eating each other's saliva?
Before, Wen Si Ru didn’t think anything of it when he smoked a cigarette with her, but now when he tasted something that Wen Si Ru had eaten, he felt an unprecedented sense of weirdness.
He was thinking randomly, watching Wen Siru's busy back and forth, and then he realized belatedly that Wen Siru was the same height as him. This kid has grown up too fast, right? He was obviously a few inches shorter than him when school started.
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After the two finished their meal, the housekeeper asked someone to bring a bathrobe and said that the water in the bathroom was ready and they could take a bath at any time.
Wen Siru asked Ren Yizi, "Do you want to go swimming?"
"Where can we find a place to swim at this hour?" Ren Yizi was delighted. "I just said it casually that day."
"You just mentioned it casually, so I took note." Wen Siru looked at him and said, "Come along, our swimming pool is heated, so we can swim even in winter."
Ren Yizi nodded: "Then respect...is not as good as what?"
"It's better to obey your command." Wen Si Ru continued his words.
"Ah, yes, yes, I might as well obey you. Haha, I'll also take this opportunity to experience the life of a rich second generation."
He was so happy that he just complained a few days ago that he wanted to go swimming, but now it was cold in autumn and he didn't want to go to the school swimming pool.
I didn't expect Wen Si Ru to remember his words so clearly.
Wen Siru was about to tell the housekeeper something, but when he heard this, he turned around and smiled: "My dad is the rich second generation."
Ren Yizi's heart was like a roller coaster, with mixed emotions: "You're a third-generation rich man?"
"I never think that there are always people better than you and there are always mountains better than you. There are many families richer than ours." Wen Siru said modestly.
Ren Yizi: “…”
When he looked at the clean and spacious indoor swimming pool, he thought that Wen Si Ru was really in Versailles.
Wen Siru took off his bathrobe, stood there elegantly and gentlemanly, inviting Ren Yizi to go into the water.
Ren Yizi hesitated for a moment, but still slowly took off his bathrobe, revealing his fair and sexy figure.
On his firm, milky-colored abdominal muscles, there was a tattoo of a king cobra with its bloody mouth wide open and roaring. The snake's body was wrapped around his thin waist and sticking out from behind his waist, and the tail was hidden in his swimming trunks along the tail vertebrae.
Wen Siru's eyes flashed with surprise, but then he regained his composure and said with a smile, "Very cool."
"Really? I think so too." Ren Yizi's nervousness eased a lot. He thought Wen Siru would think his tattoo was very social, so he pointed at it and said casually, "But it used to be very ugly here. It was all scars."
Wen Siru approached him and asked cautiously, "Why?"
Ren Yizi raised his eyes and looked at him. There seemed to be a fire gradually burning in his eyes, as if it was about to devour his eyeballs.
A sharp female voice pierced my eardrums from far away. "You come home drunk every day, and I have to take care of your son all by myself! Even oxen plowing the fields have an easier job than me!"
Ren Zijing held little Ren Yizi in his arms, covered Ren Yizi's ears with one hand, and comforted his wife with the other: "Auntie is on vacation these days, just bear with it, they will be back soon."
Yu Minzhen refused to do it. She pushed his hand away: "I'm so tired. After marrying you, I've lost my freedom! I'm going to the bar to have fun with someone..."
She scolded her husband like a shrew, calling his eyes not eyes and his nose not a nose.
Yu Minzhen's superior appearance is very similar to that of a Hong Kong star, but when she goes crazy, her face changes and she looks like a ghost taking lives.
She was complaining and shouting, "I was going to marry that commander and become his wife, leading a comfortable life. But you, a bastard, used sweet words to trick me into giving birth to a burden!"
Ren Zijing, who had a good temper, frowned rarely. He couldn't stand it any longer and said, "Yu Minzhen, have I ever treated you unfairly? Can you please stop making trouble?"
Ren Yizi had never seen his father like this before, so he called out softly, "Dad."
Ren Zijing couldn't bear it any longer: "You scared our son. Let's talk about it after he falls asleep."
"I won't! What do you want?" Yu Minzhen seemed to be crazy. She swept all of Ren Zijing's documents to the ground and stepped on the pile of papers. "You finished that thing so quickly, didn't you use some shady means?"
Ren Zijing pretended to slap Yu Minzhen.
Yu Minzhen even leaned forward, her eyes red as she yelled, "Hit me!"
Ren Zijing couldn't bring himself to do it in the end. He let Ren Yizi go and silently bent down to pick up the documents.
At this time, Yu Minzhen overturned the table like a madman, and pushed Ren Yizi into the corner with a huge force. He screamed, stepped on the paper and fell.
Fortunately, the triangular space formed by the wall and the table did not completely crush him.
Ren Zijing cursed softly. This was the first time Ren Yizi heard his father swear.
He didn't bother to care about the crazy woman and hurried to move the heavy table: "Son!"
The light was blocked by the table, and Ren Yizi, who was only seven or eight years old, started crying out of fear and stress.
Yu Minzhen ignored them and burned the documents with a lighter in the back.
But she forgot that the study was filled with books and other flammable materials.
Ren Yizi's memory seemed to be cut off. He only remembered the cries of the police cars and ambulances behind him echoing around like life-threatening sounds. His body was burning with pain and had large blisters all over it.
Yu Minzhen covered her mouth, crying and making a fuss, saying that she did not mean to burn the house down like this.
The firefighter uncle carried Ren Yizi out of the raging fire. The fire burned down his house and also burned away the last bit of patience his parents had for each other.
All three members of the family were injured. Dad and Yu Minzhen were slightly injured, but Ren Yishi suffered more serious burns.
Ren Yizi's feet and hands underwent transplant surgery, which was very successful. There is no difference between them and their original state. However, there are fist-sized burn scars on his abdomen and back, which he will carry for the rest of his life.
I heard that Yu Minzhen was imprisoned for several months before being released.
All the bigwigs and elites that my father knew, as well as the teachers and police from the school came to visit him in groups.
Ren Yizi lay on the hospital bed, and the smell of disinfectant was everywhere.
He watched the wave after wave of people arrive in silence with his stunningly handsome eyes.
In the end, only his father was left in the ward.
Ren Zijing touched his forehead.
The broad, thick hands were full of warmth, and Ren Yizi finally uttered a hoarse voice, like sharp gravel cutting his throat: "Dad, I thought I was going to die... and I would never see you again..."
The surrounding walls were blindingly white, and the iron bed rails radiated a chill. Ren Zijing watched his son, twisted into a mummy, his heart clenching like a blunt knife. He trembled as he said, "How could this be? My son Ah Zi will surely live a long life."
"Dad, I want you to live a long life too."
"Of course we will. We will all live long lives." Ren Zijing held Ren Yizi's little hand, the sadness in his eyes quietly wiped away, replaced by a firm look.
As he spoke, he carefully pulled out a white jade Buddha inlaid with gold from his chest pocket. "This white jade Buddha got a little chipped while I was scrambling. I went back and picked it up, and had a craftsman polish it and fix it for you. I also inlaid it with a gold lotus border. Grandma even came to our place to consecrate it."
Only then did Ren Yizi realize that the white jade Buddha hanging around his neck was missing. With trembling hands, he struggled to pick up the white jade Buddha, which had been re-polished and had changed a little in appearance. The Buddha was sitting on a golden lotus, smiling at him.
Ren Zijing put the Buddha statue back on Ren Yizi and said, "It warded off disaster for you. When you recover, you must return home and fulfill your vow. This Buddha statue is a personal belonging of yours, so don't give it away lightly." He seemed to think of something and said, "This Buddha statue was originally passed down from your grandmother to your mother..."
We won't talk about her. This Buddha statue has been passed down from generation to generation in our family to the one we love most, but it is usually passed down to our daughters-in-law or granddaughters-in-law. However, Yu Minzhen had a bad character, so your grandmother didn't like her very much back then, so she passed it down to you, asking you to wear it to bless you with peace and wealth."
Ren Yizi asked naively, "If I meet someone I really like in the future, can I use this Buddha as a token of love?"
"Of course." Ren Zijing touched his son's head and gently tucked him in. "Our Ah Zi is really smart, but remember, that person must be the one you love and trust the most..."
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