He didn't know what happened to him, but he was just watching a variety show. However, how can there be such selfish parents, who obviously abandoned their own daughter, but now they jump out brazenly and declare how much they love her. And those bullshit viewers, bullshit hosts, are all morally kidnapping that girl.

None of them knew what it was like to be abandoned. Even if your biological parents have given up on you, will anyone in this world still love you?

"Xu Xizhou."

Suddenly, a warmth wrapped tightly around his trembling hand.

"look at me."

Chapter 020 Hug

Xu Xizhou raised his eyes, only to realize that Zhuang Jingchun was holding his hand. The man's fingers were slender and strong, and the palm of his hand was warm and dry. The moment he was holding it, it was very strange that his hand stopped shaking.

"That's someone else's life. Your biological parents aren't necessarily like that. Don't think about it, okay?"

Xu Xizhou felt that the eyes of the tables next door were all directed towards him. He finally bluntly realized a trace of embarrassment, and hurriedly withdrew his hand.

"Well, I know. I was just impulsive."

He lowered his head and chewed the green vegetables, and the warmth of another person's palm still remained in his palm. The heat seemed to spread from his fingers all the way to his heart.

In the afternoon, they went to a nearby art museum and went back to the hotel early.

Xu Xizhou swiped his card to enter the room, and after learning that Zhuang Jingchun was going to stay there for one night, he didn't think much about it, "This hotel is probably full. If you can squeeze in with me for one night today, don't waste your money."

Zhuang Jingchun was silent for a few seconds, then silently deleted the hotel reservation information that Secretary Zhou just sent to him, looking a little embarrassed, "Then... let's do it."

After Xu Xizhou took a shower, he lay on the bedside and read his professional book for a while, then he felt a little drowsy. Zhuang Jingchun was sitting at the desk by the window, doing business with her laptop, looking very focused.

Xu Xizhou yawned, put the professional book on the bedside table, and got into the quilt, "I'm going to bed first, you should rest early too."

Zhuang Jingchun adjusted her glasses and made a light hum.

Xu Xizhou has always fallen asleep quickly, and he fell into a deep sleep after closing his eyes for a few minutes. Most of the time he slept until dawn, but this night, he had nightmares.

The beginning of the dream was still a very warm scene, he turned into a little baby, held by a woman in her arms. The woman coaxed him in a low voice and sang a lullaby in his ear with a beautiful voice, but then, the sky turned dark, all the pictures distorted in front of him, and behind the woman appeared two huge and hideous shadows, screaming sounded.

"Let go of my children! You scumbags, don't touch my children!"

A shrill scream cut through the night sky, and the shadow swallowed the woman, then slid towards him. He saw a pair of scarlet eyes, and the next second, his small body fell heavily to the ground.

He seemed to be thrown into the wilderness, where there were spooky trees, shrill wolf howls sounded, and the tidal cold came over him...

"Mom... save me..."

Zhuang Jingchun came out of the bathroom and immediately found that something was wrong with the person on the bed. He picked up the glasses and put them on, walked to the bed in two or three steps, lowered his head and looked at Xu Xizhou's face.

The boy seemed to be having a nightmare, his eyebrows furrowed, his face full of pain. The moment he heard what he was shouting, an indescribable emotion instantly grabbed Zhuang Jingchun's heart.

He held Xu Xizhou's trembling shoulder, touched his forehead gently with the other hand, and comforted him in a low voice, "You are safe now, don't be afraid, don't be afraid."

The heating in the room was sufficient, but the boy still seemed to feel cold, and his body shrank unconsciously, trying to curl himself into a ball. Zhuang Jingchun frowned, got on the bed and lay down, facing Xu Xizhou, and took him into his arms.

The boy probably felt the approach of the heat source in his dream, and unconsciously stretched out his arms and hugged him tightly, rubbing his head against his chest.

Zhuang Jingchun patted his back gently, and Xu Xizhou's head rested on his arm with a fluffy touch. He hesitated for a few seconds, then tentatively reached out and touched the boy's black hair.

Under his comfort, Xu Xizhou's originally stiff body gradually relaxed, and his breathing became stable. Zhuang Jingchun let out a light breath and pulled her numb arm from under his cheek.

He turned off the night light by the bedside and lay down next to the boy, but he didn't feel sleepy at all.

He quietly looked at Xu Xizhou's profile, and a certain thought that had been suppressed before popped up again.

Should he... go find Xu Xizhou's parents?

Xu Xizhou woke up early in the morning. He remembered that he seemed to have had a nightmare, and the woman's shrill scream still seemed to echo in his mind.

Whose voice is the woman in the dream? He had never had such a dream in his previous life.

He opened his eyes in a daze, and a piece of dark green cloth appeared in his field of vision, with a silky smooth touch. He started rubbing it, and after a few seconds, he realized that something was not right.

How is it hot to the touch, and there is a thumping sound...

The next moment, he met a pair of sleepy green eyes.

"what are you doing?"

Only then did Xu Xizhou realize that he was leaning against Zhuang Jingchun's chest, and what he was rubbing with his hand just now... His cheeks suddenly turned red, and he hurriedly stepped back, because the movement was too great, and he rolled off the bed.

Zhuang Jingchun:  …

"You had a nightmare last night, and you insisted on getting into my arms to sleep. A three-year-old child is not as naive as you." Zhuang Jingchun looked disgusted.

Xu Xizhou vaguely guessed that this was the reason, but Zhuang Jingchun said so bluntly, but still felt his cheeks burn in panic.

He pressed his coccyx, which was hurting, and explained in vain.

"I can't control the dream. It's an accident. It's purely an accident. It will definitely not happen next time."

"Do you want another time?"

Zhuang Jingchun yawned and sat up lazily from the bed. His green eyes seemed to be soaked in the morning dew, bright and transparent, with a faint hint of narrowness.