Chapter 29
Zhou Xu suggested arranging dinner in the patio at the backyard of the teahouse.
The adults moved the tables, and the children worked together to move the chairs and stools.
When the bright moon was high in the sky, the eight guests gathered around a square table and had dinner happily, just like a family.
Everybody was talking, chatting and laughing, and the little ones occasionally uttered a few childish words, which was particularly heartwarming.
[It’s better than the atmosphere on the farm~ It feels so good to be friends and family]
[I just got the takeaway and ate dinner alone, pretending to be there, frantically picking up food from Mingzai’s bowl]
In the evening, Wen Cishu washed up early, lay down on the bed, and watched the little monkey sticking to him.
"What's wrong?"
Bo Yiming rolled over on the bed, resting his head on his father's lap: "Daddy, can I go play with my brother Xingxing for a while before coming back to sleep?"
Wen Cishu stroked his smooth forehead to his hair, smoothed his bangs, and lowered his head to approach his handsome and cute face: "Of course."
"Very good."
Bo Yiming hugged his little daddy's waist and cuddled in his arms, taking a deep breath and looking up with a smile on his face, "Little daddy smells so good today."
Wen Cishu pushed him, thinking that a man this big must be quite heavy.
"I just poured too much shower gel. Go quickly, Brother Xingxing is waiting for you to play."
Bo Yiming took out the watch he took off when taking a bath from his pocket, put it aside, and winked at his little father. "Let's go~"
Wen Cishu thought to himself, is the little monkey hinting that he should contact Big Daddy?
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The room of Chu Han and his mother.
As soon as there was a knock on the door, Xingxing, who was taking things out of the suitcase, rushed over.
Bo Yiming jumped up when the door opened: "Brother is here!"
Xingxing is not an extroverted person, but she still narrowed her eyes and invited her brother to come in.
Chu Han said sympathetically, "Yiming, you and Xingxing can go to bed and talk under the quilt. Auntie is just reading a script."
"Okay." Bo Yiming was not polite, but he was a little curious about the "script". He lay on the bed and quietly asked Xingxing, "Do you often go to your mother's crew to play?"
"No, I've only been there a few times." Xingxing turned over, rested her head on the pillow, and looked at Brother Yiming.
In the light, the color of Bo Yiming's eyes is slightly different from that in the daytime, and paired with his curled eyelashes, his blinking eyes are very special.
Bo Yiming was lying prone, holding his face with his hands. "Then I'll go with you to your mother's crew, and then you can go skiing with me and let my great dad teach you, okay? My great dad is really good at skiing."
Xingxing was always curious about the big daddy her brother mentioned. She poked her brother's eyes with her finger and asked, "Is your big daddy's eyes like this too?"
"No, my dad's eyes are green, um... dark green."
Bo Yiming turned over and lay down, pulling the quilt, and moved closer to Xingxing. "Where's Xingxing's dad?"
【Um? Dark green? Is it really green? 】
[Could it really be that the guy named Bo who was sent by Momo-kun? 】
[I really want to rush to Mingzai with the photo of the handsome guy with the bite stopper and see how he reacts]
In bed, Xingxing turned over, buried half of his face in the quilt, and muttered something like his father was very busy and didn't have much time to play with him.
“My father is a doctor.”
"Wow. Isn't that amazing?" Bo Yiming immediately thought of the two doctors who often came to his home.
In his eyes, the Chinese medicine doctor who was responsible for taking his pulse was like a martial arts master.
"Yeah." Xingxing was indeed proud of her father.
Whenever Bo Yiming thought of any problems at home, the doctor would come whenever he called.
"Does Xingxing's father have to be in the hospital every day?"
Xingxing nodded and took the initiative to say something good for her father: "But... before going home, Dad will ask Mom if I am still awake, and then he will bring food back to eat together."
"Wow. So your dad is nice?"
When Bo Yiming talked about food, he was indignant, "My eldest father even snatched food from me."
He suddenly thought of his little daddy and continued, "My little daddy always lay in the bedroom before, and my big daddy was afraid that I would make noise, so he wouldn't let me go to the room to find my little daddy. So I played by myself."
He turned over happily, "But recently, little daddy's health has improved. Let me tell you, after returning home from the last show, I slept with little daddy and told him fairy tales."
In his mind, he imagined himself following his little dad into the bathroom like a little tail.
When the little dad was brushing his teeth and washing his face, he kept muttering bad things about the big dad, and the little dad listened patiently and even asked for some details.
Whenever Bo Yiming recalls the past, he feels warm and happy.
"Yeah?"
Xingxing looked at her brother quietly with her eyes, as if she could imagine what it looked like to "play by herself" from these words.
He rested his chin on his arm and muttered in a muffled voice: "Why do adults always have fits? Can't they just keep going all the time?"
“That’s how it is, sometimes it’s good and sometimes it’s not.”
Bo Yiming stretched out his hands and pinched his brother's cheeks, pulling them apart, and suddenly raised his voice, "But it doesn't matter, because I am also sometimes fine and sometimes not. Hehe!"
Xingxing didn't avoid being pinched on the face, but instead looked at her brother thoughtfully.
He had never looked at his parents separately like this, and had never turned his observation point of view on himself, so he was a little unresponsive for a moment.
[No, Xingxing took it seriously? It’s true that a nine-year-old dares to speak, and a seven-year-old dares to believe. 】
[What Mingzai said makes sense. There are no perfect parents and no perfect children. Everyone has good and bad times. If it doesn't involve issues like domestic violence and cheating, can we understand and accept each other? 】
[I think Mingzai is awesome. He is the kind of kid who can have fun all by himself and will never feel lonely.]
[But he must have felt lonely when he was a child, so I’ll give him a hug.]
[No wonder Mingzai is more attached to his little dad in the second episode than in the first episode, and even calls him mommy. It turns out that they even sleep together after returning home.]
Where does Dad sleep? [Let me see.jpg]
[Mingzai: Under the bed [filial piety.jpg]]
Bo Yiming ruffled his brother's hair with a smile: "Xingxing, let me tell you a story. It's in French... Well, let me think about how to say it in Chinese."
He hugged Xingxing and said, "It's a very interesting story about a unicorn exploring the forest."
Xingxing nodded: "Brother, I want to listen to French."
"Great!" Bo Yiming was happy to speak French without having to translate it into Chinese in his mind first. He began to tell the story seriously.
The star who heard the French fairy tale for the first time was full of admiration.
[French majors are hit hard by this pronunciation]
[Mingzai, are you still here coaxing your brother? Your home has been robbed! 】
Warm dictionary room.
Not long after Bo Yiming left, a little kid came knocking on the door.
Xiao Qi, who was wearing little penguin pajamas, stretched out his short black arms when he saw Wen Cishu.
"Uncle, hug me."
Wen Cishu bent down, picked up the fuzzy baby, and looked outside.
Zhou Xu, who was next door, waved his hand and said, "I'll trouble Yiming's father!"
He bowed dramatically and slipped through the door.
Wen Cishu smiled and lowered his head to look at the cute little penguin.
Xiao Qi blinked her big eyes, stretched her neck deliberately, and puffed up her little fat on one side: "Uncle~"
Wen Cishu hurriedly lowered his head and touched it, saying softly: "Xiaoqi's face is soft. Uncle, touch it again~"
Xiaoqi was so amused that she giggled. She put her little hands and feet into her uncle's arms, trying hard to act the role of the soft and cute little Tuantuan.
[Yo~ Xiaoqi is so soft~ee kiss]
[Ming cub! ! ! Your mommy has become Xiaoqi's! 】
Wen Cishu hugged Xiaoqi and put him on the bed, then stuffed the watch he had just picked up back under the pillow on the other side.
He naturally reached out and embraced the well-behaved and soft little cub, but suddenly he was distracted.
Many years ago, he also held a two or three-year-old monkey in this way.
But later his health deteriorated and he stopped being close to his children, becoming obsessed with his illness.
He hugged the little cutie, and he could imagine that if he hadn't awakened unexpectedly, he would have continued to suffer until he died of a heart attack.
Xiaoqi leaned in her uncle's arms, whispered in a baby voice, and said that she wanted to invite her uncle to her home to play.
Wen Cishu rubbed Xiaoqi's soft little hand, placed it on the palm of his hand, and the little fingers were curled up, just like a kitten's paw.
As they were talking, the door was pushed open.
Bo Yiming stepped in: "Xiao Qi!!!!"
"Wow~Wow~" Xiaoqi excitedly burrowed into his uncle's quilt, puffing up into a round ball.
Wen Cishu embraced Xiaoqi: "Yiming, don't scare your brother."
A muffled voice came from under the quilt: "Xiao Qi is not scared~"
Bo Yiming jumped onto the bed and hugged the little girl: "Little dad, Xiaoqi is so brave!"
Wen Cishu said, "Xiao Qi just mentioned that you and Uncle Zhou caught ducks on the farm last time."
Xiao Qi sat in her brother's arms, blinking her eyes: "Xiao Qi likes the farm, does brother like it?"
"Brother likes it too." Bo Yiming lifted the little cub up with all his strength, and suddenly thought, "How about making the farm ours? We can still go there to play in the future."
"Okay, okay~"
Xiao Qi clapped her hands, "But how did it become ours?"
Bo Yiming turned his head and looked at his little father: "Little father, how much is the farm?"
"This..." Wen Cishu was in a dilemma.
He really had no idea about it. "After tomorrow's end, Dad will go ask the staff of the program."
“Okay!”
【? No, are you guys talking so seriously about buying a farm? 】
[This morning, Mingzai's dad had no objection to the 150 yuan price for a cup of tea. Fortunately, Sister Zhu Wei was here.]
[Could Mingzai really be the member of the Bo family that netizens have been gossiping about? Are you missing a sister, Mingzi? (I can speak French~)
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In the hotel suite, Aunt Zhong knocked on the door and went in.
A tall figure was pacing back and forth.
Not far from the figure was a glass window with no curtains closed.
The black windows are like cages, imprisoning the people pacing back and forth.
Even the black shirt he wore all year round was almost an extension of the night outside the window, tightly shackled and bound his body and soul.
As soon as Aunt Zhong entered the room, she felt a special sense of anxiety in the air.
She thought something serious had happened, so she couldn't help but ask, "Young Master?"
When she came in, Bo Tingyuan stopped and quickly glanced at the box in her hand: "Aunt Zhong, what's the matter?"
Aunt Zhong heard his normal tone before she walked forward and placed the small box on the coffee table.
"The Second Young Master told me to bring it here tonight yesterday, saying that he wanted you to rest early and not stay up late."
Bo Tingyuan looked at the person on the live broadcast screen and nodded: "Yes, thank you."
Aunt Zhong didn't say much and turned and left.
Bo Tingyuan sat down and opened the box carefully.
Two small Madeleines are placed cutely overlapping each other, exuding a light lemon scent.
There was a folded card in the box, with a few words written by Wen Cishu himself.
[A total of four Madeleines were baked, and I have already eaten two in advance. These two are for your midnight dessert. Have a good rest after eating. (dictionary)】
The handwriting written with a fountain pen is particularly powerful, the strokes are elegant, and there is a sense of style in its elegance.
Bo Tingyuan read these few words repeatedly, took out a small piece from the box, bit it open and tasted the lemon cheese in the middle.
The sweet and sour fruity aroma neutralized the greasy sweetness of Madeleine itself, just like this dessert just in time to dilute Bo Tingyuan's depression at night.
He had been pacing back and forth for half an hour before Aunt Zhong came in.
Of course Bo Tingyuan should go to bed early, this is his promise to him.
But his will cannot completely control his body.
So, as night fell, he was like a resilient rubber band, being stretched longer and longer by the second, until it was stretched to the point of breaking.
The lemon Madeleines and the card were a gentle hug sent by Wen Ci Shu in a timely manner.
But this is far from enough.
Bo Tingyuan lowered his eyes, and his thick and sharp eyelashes covered his oily green eyes.
He looked at the flabby Madeline with an attitude that was almost extremely cautious.
Maybe he should keep this Madeleine.
Wait until a certain special moment, and it will temporarily relieve his physical and psychological torture like a medicine.
At this moment, the mobile phone placed on Rene Char's poetry collection lit up.
When Bo Tingyuan picked up the phone, he instinctively raised his eyes, and his sharp green eyes like an eagle looked at the screen of the live broadcast.
Bo Yiming had just sent the cute little cub away, and Wen Cishu seemed to be hiding in the quilt, ready to sleep.
It was a message from my son’s watch.
[Are you asleep?] (dictionary)】
Bo Tingyuan let out a long breath slowly, and his restless emotions seemed to be slowly stroked by a hand.
【Awake】
[Haven’t you laid down yet?] Then hurry up and get on the bed. I'll count to three.
Wen Cishu's soft voice sounded from the big screen. "one two three……"
Bo Yiming asked doubtfully: "Little Dad, are you talking in your sleep?"
He lay on his little father's shoulder and looked carefully into the quilt.
Wen Cishu hid the small watch and pinched his cheek with a smile: "No, Dad is thinking about something."
Bo Tingyuan, sitting alone on the sofa, looked at the intimate father and son, and his overly tense nerves relaxed a little.
The moment Wen Cishu opened his mouth, it was as if he had been pulled into the room where the father and son were, and his voice was just as gentle and intimate as if it were spoken into his ear.
Bo Tingyuan quickly took out the medicine bottle, drank some water and took the medicine, then went into the bathroom to brush his teeth and wash up.
As he walked towards the bed, he bent down and picked up the poetry collection on the coffee table.
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On the show.
Wen Cishu received a reply.
[The dragon knight who took the small shell cake (〃＞皿＜)]: [Already lying down]
Wen Cishu couldn't help laughing just by looking at the long nickname and the character expression, and then thinking of Bo Tingyuan's extremely serious and cold face.
[Are there any photos?] Let me verify it. (dictionary)】
He was not sure whether Bo Tingyuan was willing to send the photos to him?
It feels like taking selfies or casual photos of daily life are things that are hard to associate with the serious and rigid Bo Tingyuan.
Half a minute later.
A photo appeared on the small watch screen.
The camera is aimed at a book, below it are Bo Tingyuan's fingers, and behind the book is a soft quilt.
Wen Cishu enlarged the details of the photo and saw the French poem on the pages clearly, and he was slightly stunned.
It was like the first time he tasted the lemon cheese filling in a Madeleine. The rich sweet and sour taste permeated between his lips and teeth, with layer after layer of rich pleasure intoxicating him.
After the conversation ended, Wen Cishu stuck his head out and leaned on the pillow.
In this strange room, he closed his eyes, raised the corners of his mouth, and silently said in his heart:
See you tomorrow, Big Daddy the Dragon Knight who took the little shell cake away~
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