Zhao Yinxi went to bed early tonight. There were too many things that happened during the day, and the body he shared with Xiao Ran was too tired, so he fell into a trance and fell asleep after a while.
Jumping off a building, crying, rescuing people, violence, interviews, competitions, making a fool of yourself, enjoying the limelight, etc., all these things are running back and forth in Zhao Yinxi's dream, overlapping and intertwining, endlessly.
The young Xiao Ran has been looming in his quiet night. Tall, handsome, unbridled, arrogant, flamboyant, brave, kind...
As for which images are Xiao Ranzhen's soul returning to his true form, and which images are Zhao Yunxi's dreams, Zhao Yunxi has given up on distinguishing them.
Dreams within dreams, outside the body, truth and falsehood, right and wrong, for a person like him who was lucky enough to be possessed and reborn, does he still need to distinguish?
He didn't know how long he had been sleeping in a daze, but Zhao Yinxi vaguely felt that someone was looking at him. He was so frightened that he sat up and shouted:
"Xiao Ran!"
"Xiao Ran!" The tall black figure bent down and called Zhao Yinxi lovingly.
It’s Father Xiao!
Zhao Yinxi breathed a sigh of relief and lay down on the bed. Oh my God, what happened in the middle of the night? It was so scary.
Father Xiao turned on the desk lamp, and the warm light reflected on his middle-aged, saggy and fat cheeks, and on his red and smiling eyes after drinking, which showed that he had a bit of a loving father.
"Ranran, why are you still calling me by your name when you are dreaming?" Father Xiao wanted to reach out and touch his son's forehead, but he pulled back halfway because he was afraid that his son would slap his hand away.
"Dad, how did you get in here in the middle of the night?" Zhao Yinxi asked, dissatisfied.
However, this tone that was not strongly repulsive already greatly encouraged Father Xiao. He sat a little closer and showed great concern:
"Ranran, are you injured while rescuing people today? Dad, let's take a look."
Zhao Yinxi suddenly realized that Father Xiao was standing in front of the bed late at night to express condolences to the hero. Father Xiao was as cautious and flattering as he was in front of his son at the moment. He was probably as proud and cheerful as he was outside.
"It's okay! What a big deal! How much wine did you drink, and you didn't let anyone sleep in the middle of the night!"
Zhao Yinxi only felt embarrassed, so he turned over and turned his body sideways to pretend to sleep. After all, the tenderness of a middle-aged man, a middle-aged man who has always been incompatible with each other, is not something that anyone can tolerate calmly.<
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Father Xiao didn't care either. Like a loving mother, he pulled the quilt on his son and said patiently:
"Okay, go to sleep. You must be very tired today."
Zhao Yinxi ignored him. Hey, how should he evaluate this sudden consideration and favor? He understood Father Xiao's thoughts. This may be the common thought of parents all over the world. His son finally gained glory for his long face and became the person praised by everyone.
Children from other families have more face than others, but if they can’t earn face and only cause trouble to their parents, don’t they deserve their parents’ care and love?
Father Xiao raised his hand to turn off the lamp, stood up and left, but stood alone in the darkness for a while, turned around, bent down and said to his son who had his back turned to him:
"Son, this kind of thing is enough once. It's too dangerous. As long as you have the heart to do it, dad hopes that you will always remember that safety comes first! Dad only has you as his son."
Zhao Yinxi was stunned. Which writer said that when everything is silent, it is better to speak from the heart than to speak from the heart.
Father Xiao's words at this moment were spoken from the bottom of his heart anyway. He spoke in the darkness, he said it so shyly and so seriously. He pitied the hearts of parents in the world. They were worthy of the word "father's love like a mountain". He was concerned about whether his children could fly high or not.
It’s high, and you have to worry about whether your children are tired from flying!
Zhao Yinxi felt warm blood flowing all over this body that belonged to Xiao Ran.