Blow

Chapter 139 The Butterfly Transformation 42

At night in the suburbs, the temperature seems to be lower than that in the urban area.Wen Xiao didn't wear a coat before setting off. At this time, the wind blew his bare arms, and he realized that he felt a chill.

It was just the right amount of coolness to wake him up.After Wen Zhengming finished speaking, he suddenly lowered his head and coughed violently.

One after another.Wen Xiao's drooping fingers moved slightly, trying his best to appear indifferent.But Wen Zhengming coughed so badly that he bent down and his suit jacket slipped off, leaving only his thin home clothes on his body.

Wen Zhengming lost weight.

He has been through the ghost gate twice, and because of recuperation, his muscles all over his body are atrophied to a certain extent. Even though he has been discharged from the hospital for several months, he still looks thin and weak.

In the past, Wen Zhengming, in addition to his internal knowledge, also paid great attention to grooming his appearance. He looked five years younger than his peers, with a personable demeanor.Wen Xiao inherited his straight and sharp nose line and slightly high brow bone.

In the end, Wen Xiao still stepped forward, picked up the coat for him, and entered the room.

Wen Zhengming closed the door behind Wen Xiao, and while closing the door, he was still coughing, and it took a long time before he stopped.When Wen Xiao turned around, he found that at least his face was rosy—no, it was abnormally red, as if he was having a fever, and the temperature might not be low.

Wen Xiao was holding his coat, feeling a little numb for a while, and the thoughts that had just begun to condense gradually faded away.

Wen Xiao didn't understand why, it seemed that there was some sort of arrangement somewhere: Ever since he was mad at him, this man who was always calm and energetic in the past often looked embarrassed and weak when facing him.

Seeing Wen Zhengming like this, Wen Xiao often couldn't tell whether he felt happier or more restless.He turned around and took a few steps, put Wen Zhengming's coat on the back of the sofa, and at the same time saw a lot of moon cake gift boxes piled up next to him, as well as various bright fruit baskets on the coffee table.

"Xiaoxiao has grown taller." At the entrance, Wen Zhengming calmed down, stood on the spot and looked at him carefully for a moment, and said.

Wen Xiao took a deep breath, and asked a little unbearably: "'Xiao Xiao' is called by my mother and sister, do you think it is appropriate for you to call it that?"

Wen Zhengming sighed and said, "I am your father." He looked very helpless when he spoke, as if he was really a loving father complaining about a disobedient son.

Wen Xiao's fists were clenched and then loosened, and he was about to go upstairs to the study with blunt steps.

"Where are you going?" Wen Zhengming asked.

Wen Xiao didn't want to talk to him, but he still couldn't help asking: "Don't you know what I'm doing here?"

Wen Zhengming said, "I don't know."

Wen Xiao didn't pay any attention to him anymore, went up the stairs and walked into Wen Rushi's study.

If I remember correctly, Fang Qinxin's will has been kept on the second floor of the cabinet to the left of the desk, and the upper drawer is where the origami box is placed.

The fact is the same, Wen Xiao quickly found the file bag.The moment he holds it in his hand, it may be too easy, which makes him feel a little unreal.

Wen Xiao sat on the chair for a while.

Fortunately, Wen Zhengming is sick right now, so he should not have the energy to deal with him.He can get away with taking things.

Thinking of this, Wen Xiao unknowingly opened the drawer, but didn't see the origami box, maybe Wen Rushi took it away when he left home.

Unexpectedly, when Wen Rushi was so irrational, he quarreled with Wen Zhengming and moved out. What he took away was not important documents, but a box of origami left by Fang Qinxin.

Wen Xiao smiled inexplicably, and then realized that he was not quite normal at the moment, thinking about Wen Zhengming downstairs, how high the fever was, and whether there would be any problems.

He thought: I must be sick.

There was silence all around, and there was no sound outside.

Suddenly, Wen Xiao's cell phone rang.

At that moment, he didn't even look at the caller carefully, and answered in a hurry, so as to get himself out of an extremely embarrassing situation of choice.Then he heard the voice over there, and he realized it was Xia Jue.

"Wen Xiao." Xia Jue called him softly.

"...Well," Wen Xiao replied, "What's the matter, you called me suddenly, did your sister wake up?"

Xia Jue said, "No, she slept well. I'm just worried about you."

"I'm fine." Wen Xiao exhaled lightly.

"It doesn't sound like it," Xia Jue whispered, "I guess, did you go to see your father?"

Wen Xiao didn't answer, it was his default.

"Then you—" Xia Jue's tone was worried.

Wen Xiao originally wanted to say that since he was ill, we didn't have a big conflict.But at this moment, Wen Zhengming's footsteps climbing the stairs came from outside the door.

Wen Xiao suddenly felt uneasy about being disturbed, and subconsciously used a stronger statement: "He can't do anything to me."

Xia Jue said: "It's not a question of what to do or not to do. Did you say something? I feel like you are in a bad mood."

"It's really all right," Wen Xiao heard the concern in his words, his heart warmed up, he smiled at him, and said in a low voice, "Whatever, just go back and give you a hug."

Xia Jue was probably embarrassed and kept silent.

Wen Xiao continued to ask in a low voice: "Did you take a bath? It's so late, don't wait for me, sleep when you're sleepy."

Xia Jue said, "I want to wait for you to come back."

Before the words were finished, Wen Zhengming just walked to the door, holding a small glass plate, which contained several pieces of Cantonese-style moon cakes filled with five kernels.

"I'll try to be as early as possible," Wen Xiao said, "Okay, let's not talk about it, I'm still busy."

Xia Jue said "ah": "Okay, then you are busy, and don't answer my phone until you are done."

The call hangs up.

"...It's still Mid-Autumn Festival now," Wen Zhengming immediately put the plate on the desk, and said in a warm voice, "Xiaoxiao, you just finished the competition and rushed back, so you haven't eaten the mooncake yet."

Wen Xiao was taken aback for a moment, his relaxed mood suddenly became tense, his back was slightly chilled, he was startled and angry: "Are you spying on me?"

"What?" Wen Zhengming seemed astonished, then shook his head and smiled, "I just heard that you won the award in the Digital Modeling Competition, so I think you will definitely sign up for this month's national competition."

Wen Xiao pursed his lips tightly.

"Were you on the phone with that boy just now?" Wen Zhengming continued to ask calmly.

"..." Wen Xiao stared at him, and said slowly, "You didn't monitor me, because it was unnecessary, anyway, you always know everything."

Wen Zhengming was probably a little dizzy, and he put his hand on the corner of the table: "I'm just guessing. You asked your sister to go to Mr. Lin to help him borrow and read, and let him live in. The most important point is-you know that this will make me How angry."

Wen Xiao's brain went blank for a moment.

Wen Zhengming is so clever, he can always blow him up with the simplest sentence.

"I'll just say it once." Wen Xiao clenched the paper bag tightly in his hand, suppressing the overwhelming anger in his heart, "The matter between me and him has nothing to do with you."

Wen Zhengming coughed weakly twice, and said, "But you're calling me, aren't you?"

"—You think too much." Wen Xiao almost tore the paper bag, and squeezed out an answer through his teeth.

"Xiaoxiao, do you have to do this?" Wen Zhengming obviously didn't believe it, and still asked.

"Don't call me Xiaoxiao!" Wen Xiao finally broke out completely, and roared, "What right do you have to call me that, and what right do you have to intervene in my affairs with him? Think about what you have done, are you Not human, do you have a heart!"

Wen Zhengming coughed, "What did I do?" Then he looked at the file bag in Wen Xiao's hand and said, "So you came back to get this, what happened?"

Wen Xiao felt that talking to him any further would be nonsense and superfluous, so he quickly got up and walked out.

However, he rushed too fast and accidentally knocked Wen Zhengming sideways when he passed by Wen Zhengming.Wen Zhengming lost his center of gravity and fell headfirst.

Wen Zhengming was a patient who had been rescued twice after stroke, so he might not be able to withstand such a fall.

Wen Xiao caught him, trembling all over.

Not out of fear, but out of anger over having no choice.

Wen Zhengming's head became even more dizzy, and Wen Xiao pushed him into a chair weakly and sat down.Wen Xiao wasn't sure how high his temperature was, the temperature of his skin was very hot.

Wen Xiao walked to the door.

"You have to go." Wen Zhengming said.

Wen Xiao didn't answer.

"I remember that you came to see me when I was in the nursing home," Wen Zhengming continued, "I tell you: Xiaoxiao has grown up and stopped kissing his father. Yes, now that you have grown up I'm old, and Xiao Ru has grown up too, you all don't go home anymore."

"Home?" Wen Xiao felt extremely ironic when he heard the word come out of his mouth.

Wen Zhengming said: "For this family, I pay more than your mother. What she loves is her paintings, and I love the three of you. I help her run her gallery; your study and life are also very important. I will make the arrangements. I will send you to learn Sanda and Mathematical Olympiad, and I will send you Xiaoru to go abroad. I will tell you the principles of life. Not to mention how much harm your mother left you after she was ill, and I always have a clear conscience for you. "

Wen Xiao felt that his emotions should have exploded to an extreme, reaching another level of calm.He said: "Why didn't you tell me why she got sick? What did you tell us about the principles of life? Concealment? Betrayal? Or deception?"

Wen Zhengming was silent for a while, acting a little hard to breathe, opened his mouth and took a few breaths before answering: "It's just me and her, why should you care about it?"

"Only you think that it's just a matter between you and her," Wen Xiao's thoughts were unprecedentedly clear, "She is your wife, but she is also the mother of my sister and me, and our relatives. She has never belonged to you alone. You said you love the three of us, and she loves her paintings? Let me tell you, you can think that the timetable and life plan you gave us is love, and the business plan for your mother’s gallery is love, but my mother’s brushes and smiles, Hugs are love too, don't you ever think of that? Only your love is love, right? Because we are all yours, only you are free, only you can love, none of us can, yes no."

Wen Zhengming's lips moved, but he couldn't say anything.

"So you thought so, no wonder you did this," Wen Xiao sneered, "You are not surprised to see me back, because you know, we will definitely beg you for my mother's gallery. Those comments on the Internet are also yours. Tell the truth, you think my sister and I did something wrong, and the crime is heinous. You have to punish us and destroy the most precious memory of my mother."

Wen Zhengming said with difficulty: "No, how could I do that. I think Xiaoru wants a gallery, but you are still young and can't take over with full power, so I asked Uncle Shao to help you. He said, this is a It’s just a marketing tool for business.”

"Marketing methods." Wen Xiao repeated these four words.

Wen Zhengming said: "Isn't it easy to understand? Your mother has been dead for too long, and there must be some way to remind people of her and her gallery."

"Understand? What do you want me to use to understand," Wen Xiao put a palm on his chest, "I don't think she died for a long time, because she will always be here and never leave."

Maybe it was because of illness, or maybe it was something else, Wen Zhengming's eyes became blank, and he stared at him blankly.

"And you can understand the so-called marketing methods, why did you forget about cyber violence?" Wen Xiao mocked, "Do you still remember the name Shen Yuqiong?"

Wen Zhengming opened his mouth, then closed his eyes, seemingly fainted.

Wen Xiao stood, his chest still rising and falling.

The emotions were difficult to dispel, but after suffering for a long time, he still had to move Wen Zhengming to the bed in the master bedroom, wipe his body with alcohol, find antipyretics, and boil hot water.

When being fed the pill, Wen Zhengming woke up because of the conditioned reflex swallowing action.

Wen Xiao asked lightly: "Do you want to call 120 for you?"

Wen Zhengming lay on the bed, looking at him with complicated eyes.

"Don't get me wrong, of course I don't want you to die, after all, there are only two of us here now," Wen Xiao said expressionlessly, "I don't want to pay for your life."

Wen Zhengming was silent for a moment, and then replied: "It's good if you can think like this. Your life is still yours. Don't do the random filling of volunteers like before."

Wen Xiao sat on the head of the bed, quietly looking elsewhere.

"In short, I will take responsibility for everything I have done in my life," Wen Zhengming said again, "I am also taking responsibility and paying the price. You don't want to do some dubious things just to get revenge on me—"

Wen Xiao said lightly: "Can you shut up?"

"I'm talking to you carefully." Wen Zhengming frowned.

"What?" Wen Xiao asked, "I love him. I also want to thank you for letting me know that I love him more purely than I imagined. When I received his call, I was not afraid of being known by you, but there was no half I want you to hear the word. Don’t worry, I’m absolutely reluctant to spoil my love for him to anger you. What about you? Are you worthy of mentioning the word love. There’s also the so-called commitment, I don’t know, you think you’re all for it What did you bear and what price did you pay for what you did.”

Wen Zhengming was short of breath and was a little speechless.

"I won't stop you," he finally said reluctantly, "I won't give you a reason to continue, so that you will wake up one day."

Wen Xiao smiled: "Stop? Is it the same as what you did this time? Let me think about what methods you will use, such as making me popular? Let tens of millions of people scold me as a homosexual? Sorry, then you Probably can't do it, because many people are not as busy as you now, whether they like men or women. You are so confident, what era do you think you are living in?"

"I said that what happened this time is not what I meant!" Wen Zhengming yelled weakly, "I just agree with Shao Wu to use some means—"

Wen Xiao asked: "You are usually so thoughtful, why didn't you think this time, whether the marketing method he said is reasonable or not, how much harm it will bring us?"

Wen Zhengming stopped talking.

It wasn't until Wen Xiao was about to leave the room that he opened his eyes with difficulty, as if he said to himself: "I admit that this time it was my mistake and I didn't think it through. But you don't understand that feeling, a good Mid-Autumn Festival reunion night , I’m here alone, with nothing. I just hope you guys can come back. And I thought, you’re going to apologize to me at least once.”

"You can say whatever you want." Wen Xiao said, the ripples in his heart disappeared, and he walked out without looking back.

The author has something to say: Signs of a scumbag speaking: self-righteous, self-contradictory, and the preface does not match the postscript.

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Father Wen: Moon cakes are innocent, woo woo woo, why doesn't Xiaoxiao eat the moon cakes I cut...

Wen Xiao: Wuren, heh.