"Why?" Chen Xing asked him unhappily, "How long have you been going? Did you forget that Jiang Zheng and I made an appointment to go to Europe?"

Lin Xiucheng knew that Chen Xing had the character of forgetting the pain when his scars were healed, but he didn't expect him to be so wild: "I want to send you to the United States to study in high school."

Chen Xing was stunned: "...Are you going to America?"

"I'm not going." Lin Xiucheng looked at Chen Xing's expression, couldn't look at him any longer, and looked away.

"What are you going to do?" Chen Xing asked him.

Lin Xiucheng thought for a while and gave him an analogy to make him understand: "I'm going to do a big cleaning, I don't want you to get dust."

Chen Xing raised his eyebrows and said, "Do you think I would be afraid of this?"

"Chen Xing," Lin Xiucheng called to him, he looked directly at Chen Xing and unreservedly confessed his fear, "I am afraid."

He stretched his arms around Chen Xing, asked him to lean on his shoulders, and said again, "I'm afraid."

Chen Xing stopped talking and leaned on Lin Xiucheng's shoulder, wondering what he was thinking.

He was clamoring to be discharged in the afternoon, and the doctor re-examined him and felt that he was fine, so he specially approved Chen Xing to go home.

In the car back, Chen Xingan sat quietly, asking a question and answering a question. Lin Xiucheng was afraid that he would mention the CD, but he was relieved to see him so well-behaved.

There have been too many things in the past two days, and he doesn't know how to deal with it. In Lin Xiucheng's view, Chen Xing's feelings for him are dependent on psychology and possessiveness, like playing a family with a child. Impulsivity is blind, reckless, and should not be taken seriously.

When they stopped downstairs, Lin Xiucheng put out the fire, and Chen Xing said, "When are you going to see me off?"

"As soon as possible," Lin Xiucheng told him, "wait for you to be better."

"I'm all right," Chen Xing unbuckled his seat belt, "you can leave at any time."

This time it was Lin Xiucheng's turn to choke. He thought that he would have to persuade him for a long time before Chen Xing willingly agreed. He was so refreshing, but it made Lin Xiucheng feel astringent. Is Chen Xing really so free and easy.

"After the seventh day of the new year, tomorrow will be New Year's Eve," Lin Xiucheng paused before saying, "You will spend the New Year with me."

"There's going to be a cannonball battle during the New Year," Chen Xing said with his head lowered, "and there's going to be big fish and big meat."

Lin Xiucheng endured the sourness in his chest and promised him, "All."

Lin Xiucheng helped Chen Xing into the room. The hot dishes were on the table. Chen Xing took a few bites and said, "Then when can I come back?"

"When you graduate from high school..." Lin Xiucheng couldn't go on, "I will see you, it's not parting from life or death."

Chen Xing took a deep breath and said, "I'm full."

Put down the bowl and limped upstairs.

Lin Xiucheng sat at the dining table, his head was also a mess.

Chen Xing is ignorant, Lin Xiucheng is an adult and can only take responsibility for making decisions for the two of them.

He sat for a while, also put the bowl, and went up to see Chen Xing.

Chen Xing was in the bathroom, and there was the sound of rushing water. Thinking of the wound on Chen Xing's leg, Lin Xiucheng knocked on the door of his bathroom: "Chen Xing?"

The sound of water stopped. Chen Xing asked him what he was doing inside.

"Don't let the wound get wet." Lin Xiucheng reminded.

Chen Xing opened the door, wearing his black nightgown, his face was very ugly: "Lin Xiucheng."

He bypassed Lin Xiucheng and sat on the sofa in his room, looking up at him.

"So do you want to pretend that nothing happened?" Chen Xing asked, there was still water vapor on his face, he was expressionless, and there was a sharpness in his black jade-like pupils, "Why are you so useless? Lin Xiucheng."

Lin Xiucheng wanted to explain something, but he couldn't explain it. After a long pause, he said, "Chen Xing, you are still young."

"When is your first night?" Chen Xing asked him.

"I slept with the girl on the first night, and I didn't have her name tattooed on me," Lin Xiucheng said, "If you don't want me to find a woman, I won't. You are my most important person, I don't need you. It is earned by devotion."

After Chen Xing listened carefully to what he said, he smiled instead of anger: "What you say always makes sense."

"Chen Xing," Lin Xiucheng walked over, knelt down on one knee in front of him, looked at him, like an adult talking to a child, patiently said, "You have experienced too little, you have never even talked about love. ——The one with the waitress is not in love at all, how do you know what is like?"

Seeing that Chen Xing was about to refute, he added.

Chen Xing looked at him for a while and said in a low voice, "Then I go to a dozen people to talk about love and go to bed, will you take me seriously?"

Lin Xiucheng frowned and wanted to teach him a lesson, but was interrupted by Chen Xing, who suddenly spread out his hands in relief: "I wouldn't do that. You're right, I'm not yet seventeen years old, and I have a lot of freshness. The people are waiting for me, why should I waste it on you?"

"But Dad," Chen Xing grabbed Lin Xiucheng's hand and put it on his waist, letting him feel his soft flesh through the soft silk nightgown, "I've engraved your seal, and then go out. What do you think when others see it?”

"If you don't want to mention it, don't mention it. If you ask me to go, I'll leave. I can wait for you to accept it, but it's not indefinite, okay?" Chen Xing stood up easily and walked to the changing room, he was still walking unsteadily. , but his steps were firm, "That's it, don't get tired of being crooked, and don't interfere with each other anymore."

we can only do this. Lin Xiucheng looked at Chen Xing's back.

"I'm going to change clothes, take me to Chinatown, I heard there is a dragon and lion dance, I want to see it." Chen Xing said.

Lin Xiucheng could only say yes.

On the seven days of the new year, Lin Xiucheng and his adopted son were like a pair of grievances before the end of the world, sticking together, not holding hands, not hugging, and not willing to break up. There is today but not tomorrow.