Seeing that the bedroom door was about to close, the gentleman in a well-suited suit standing outside the door had no intention of coming in, Xia Yuzhou raised his hand and pressed the door: "Hey, wait, that's it?"

Si Jun was stunned for a moment, what else was missing? Looking at Xia Yuzhou's bulging face, he suddenly realized, took a step forward, and fell a light kiss on the warm and fuzzy forehead: "Good night."

Then, in Xia Yuzhou's dizzy eyes, the door closed.

"Click", the heavy wooden door closes, leaving a room with tranquility.

Xia Yuzhou touched his forehead: "...Okay."

Unlike the dim and retro lighting of the entire old house, this room is very bright, and the inexplicable sense of depression disappears instantly, making people feel comfortable.

Xia Yuzhou slowly walked around the house. This was a small suite with a sofa, desk, bathroom and balcony. The decorations in the house were still gorgeous and medieval, but the area was much larger than that of the guest rooms and the colors of the furniture were brighter.

On the European-style wood carving high-legged table, there is a long sword with exquisite workmanship. It is not the sword commonly used by Hanshan, but the sword from ancient China, which is incompatible with the surrounding decorations.

Xia Yuzhou walked over, picked up the sword, and pulled it out of the sheath with a "brush". The sword body swayed and soft, as thin as iron sheets, and made of stainless steel.

"Prop Sword." Xia Yuzhou's mouth twitched. This is the kind of sword used on the stage, thin and soft, and does not hurt people. In the past, Xia Yuzhou used this kind of sword to perform at school parties.

What does this guy do for collecting a performance prop? Even if it is just a decoration, most people will put out unblack real swords. It really seems that the grade is very low when playing a performance. Xia Yuzhou was a little puzzled and took the sword to look elsewhere.

There was a photo hanging on the wall. At first glance, I thought it was another ancestor of Hanshan. I looked carefully and found that it was Xia Yuzhou wearing a performance uniform. He had a wide sleeve and a long gown with a sword in his hand. His eyebrows were flying and his eyes were grinning at the camera, revealing two thorns that were not easy to detect. The color of the photo was very dark and he was deliberately old, so he thought it was an ancient painting. He was shocked to find it was himself.

"When did this person take it?" Xia Yuzhou had no impression of this photo. This performance was when he and Si Jun first met. Although he invited Si Jun to see it, he was not sure whether the person had gone there. Later, when they talked about this, Si Jun did not respond, and he thought he had not gone there. But he didn't know that the person not only went there, but also took photos.

I felt a little happy inexplicably. The young man was confused. At that time, classmate Si might not have any ideas about him, but he already knew how to appreciate his handsome face.

In addition to these, there are many interesting small details in the room. The teeth models on the bookcase, the sports water cups in the wine cabinet, the colorful chandeliers on the roof, and the kitten dolls on the bedside... are all things he likes. They are placed in this old-fashioned nostalgic room, which makes people's eyes feel hot.

Xia Yuzhou rushed to the bed, grabbed the doll and hugged it in his arms and rolled it. The round cat head was open, with two small fangs exposed, and she smiled cutely and deserved a beating. She couldn't help but hold it with her teeth and pulled the cat's ears hard. Her body was trapped in the soft goose cushion, without any sleepiness.

Si Jun, who was thinking about the feeling of ritual overwhelmingly refused to have sex with him, was thinking about his son with a rough life experience.

The more I thought about it, the less I couldn't sleep, so I simply got up, tiptoed back to the guest room, and looked at the children again.

The lights were not turned on in the guest room, nor the curtains were pulled. The moonlight shone in through the glass window, casting a long light on the thick dark carpet. The boy who should have been asleep was sitting alone on the windowsill. The scene was a bit familiar but very different.

When he first saw a boy, he sat alone on the hospital bed, with his legs curled up in front of his chest, which was a defensive and helpless posture. Although he was sitting alone, he was supported by one leg and his other leg was hanging casually under the windowsill, lonely but elegant. Xia Yuzhou remembered that he was handsome and posing for photos when he was young, and this was often the same style.

It's worthy of being my son!

The heart that had just been pulled back to its original position along the smooth lines outlined by the moonlight. Xia Yuzhou walked over and rubbed his son's head: "Why don't you sleep?"

"I've had too much sleep in the afternoon." Chen Mo followed the force and rubbed his palm.

The kitten-like movements hit Xia Yuzhou's heart and sat down next to his son. Neither of them spoke anymore. Listening to the "click" sound of the old-fashioned pendulum clock in the room, he was silent for a long time.

"When I was a child, I always felt that my mother was not good enough to me." The child spoke without warning, his voice very low, as if he was talking to himself. Xia Yuzhou did not respond, and he continued to say.

"Later I observed the parents of other children. In fact, they also showed impatient expressions in places where the children could not see them. So I think the reason is that I was too smart and saw through the adult disguise. Until one time I had a high fever, I saw the woman standing by the bed, standing for a long time, and did nothing."

“…”

"I guess she was hoping that I would burn it to death at that time."

The memory is too good, but it is not a pleasant thing for children. Adults don’t know that he will remember and show his ugliness unscrupulously. Xia Yuzhou frowned and looked at his son who was still calm: “What happened later? How did she change her mind.”

Yang Meina is a woman who is capricious and many behaviors are difficult to understand in Xia Yuzhou. For example, when Chen Mo was seriously ill, she did not go to the Shen family for money, so she let him die and even wanted to make another profit on his deathbed. Later, Chen Mo lost news, and she ran to Shen Tianhong to ask him to save the dying illegitimate child. The maternal love that had been lost for sixteen years suddenly flooded.

Chen Mo looked at his right middle finger, where he learned to write too early and his joints were a little crooked: "Because the children's program team called me and asked me to participate in a program recording, the reward was very high."

In the past few years, he often wondered if he hadn't been smart enough to make money, would he have died in that high fever? He hated his high IQ countless times, and was glad his high IQ countless times.

Xia Yuzhou pinched his son's fingers. The young man had no flesh, his skin was covered with thin bones, and he bent and misaligned slightly: "It's not very good now, she is not your mother anyway."

It’s not mother, those expectations, disappointments, and sadness for mothers can also disappear.

"Yes," Chen Mo pulled his finger back, "It is a stupid act to put your expectations for love on others."

With a stubborn and awkward tone, she was as if a new bloke swore allegiance to Dracula. Xia Yuzhou laughed out loud, pulled the little guy over and rubbed it hard on the buzz head that was shaved into kiwis: "It's okay, dad loves you."

The son paused for a moment, suddenly buried his face in his arms, and said in a muffled voice: "Actually, you are not a few years older than me."

Xia Yuzhou pulled his ear: "Even if I am younger than you, I am still your father. He is absolutely fidelity. You have watched the father who has established a blood relationship with you with your own eyes!"

“…”

Although this sounds a bit strange, it is indeed the truth. No matter who is really the grudge, love and revenge, who is real or who is fake, at least the blood tribe father of Xia Yuzhou is real. From factory conversion to delivery and use, it was witnessed by Chen Mo himself, and there is no more real than this.

"Dad, thank you."

I felt that my little arm holding me suddenly tightened, and the wet and hot liquid on my chest soaked my clothes. Xia Yuzhou's sense of responsibility as an old father instantly rushed from the soles of his feet to the top of his head. He hugged his son back and shook his hair on his back like stroking a small animal. A weak, well-behaved, cute child. No matter what requests he made, he must not give the stars to the moon.

"I don't want to go to my uncle's place."

"Okay, we won't go."

"I don't know him, nor is he a legal guardian. It's really bad to live under someone else's roof." These days in the dental clinic were the happiest days since he grew up.

"You will definitely not be allowed to go, you are my son." Xia Yuzhou promised to try hard to coax the child.

The child was tired of crying, and as he spoke, he fell asleep in his arms. Xia Yuzhou dragged his son back to the bed and placed it in place. He left the guest room lightly, leaned against the door panel and breathed a long sigh.

A single father is really tired in life, and if there are more children in the future, they will probably be in a state of turmoil.

Xia Yuzhou looked at the master bedroom at the end of the corridor, and it would be better to find another father for the child to share the pressure of parenting. After thinking about it this way, he made himself laugh. He wanted to see Si Jun, but he raised his foot to walk there, but suddenly stopped. He grabbed the sticky and wet area on his chest, and his tears were not very decent, so he turned around and went back to his room to find a piece of clothing to change.

Everything in the room was prepared, but there were no clothes to wear outside, only a few pajamas and bathrobes of different styles. I chose a reasonable pajamas. The silk fabric was very suitable, and it was a big V-neck, revealing a small white chest muscle. Fortunately, I only took two steps and I wouldn't meet anyone in the middle of the night.

Xia Yuzhou tidied up his clothes and rushed out quickly, and ran into the energetic Butler Ron.

"Ah!" Xia Yuzhou jumped up directly.

"Mr. Xia, where are you going?" Ron smiled gently and appropriately.

In the suite of the Lord’s Lady, there are everything, toilets, bathrooms, refrigerators, drinks, snacks, and when you come out, there must be a need in the room that cannot be met.

"I'll go have a drink." Xia Yuzhou made a fool of himself.

Ron nodded clearly. There was no alcohol in the room. He raised his hand and signaled Xia Yuzhou to go downstairs with him: "Why do you want to drink in the middle of the night?"

"If you drink too much, you can go to climb the lord's bed."

Ron: "…"

Xia Yuzhou: “…”

Oh no, I was nervous and told the truth, and the atmosphere was a bit awkward.

Xia Yuzhou coughed dryly, trying to say that he was joking: "Cough, what, ah haha, I..."
Chapter completed!