Chapter 130: The story of a man with a baby looking for his wife (10)
When the sky was slightly bright, everything still looked like it had not woken up, and it was silent.
Chu Xiaoman finally returned to his mother's arms after many days. The first thing he did was to move anxiously into her arms.
Chu Xiang opened his clothes, and Chu Xiaoman finally tasted the food he had been longing for. He was like a small white beast that had gathered together. His two short hands were stomping like a small animal eating, and his mouth was full of food. There was a sound as he smashed it, and his beautiful red eyes narrowed in comfort.
Chu Xiang touched Chu Xiaoman's white and soft hair. With the touch of her hand, her heart softened.
She smiled unconsciously and called: "Xiao Man."
Chu Xiaoman hummed softly, as if in response.
A strand of white hair fell on Chu Xiaoman's face, which was a little itchy. He grabbed the strand of long hair away impatiently and shrank into his mother's arms. As for the one next to him who had been staring with gloomy eyes. He didn't want to talk to his own father.
Fusheng was always behind, holding Chu Xiang in his arms with his hands, and resting his chin on Chu Xiang's shoulder. His tall and thin body wished he could shrink to the same size as Chu Xiang, with his aggrieved look behind her, like That spirit-sucking spirit from ghost stories.
In Chu Xiang's eyes, the current floating life is more attractive than the fairy in the story.
He was just wearing a red robe, loose and open, showing off the light and heavy marks left on his body as pale as jade.
A few strands of the hanging white hair slid down his shoulders, making the looming red fruit even more cute and beautiful.
The confusion in his eyes has not completely dissipated, and the redness in his face and the heat in his breath have not faded away. The pure white young man, his current chaos is simply an addictive poison.
Fusheng's pale fingers picked up a strand of Chu Xiang's black hair, entangled it thinly, and rubbed her face. His ruby eyes narrowed in comfort like a child's.
Chu Xiang looked back at him, and he took the opportunity to capture her chin with one hand. He kissed her again with a hint of toughness.
But soon, Chu Xiaoman screamed in dissatisfaction.
Chu Xiang stepped back slightly, finished Fusheng's push, and then looked down at the child in his arms. He was babbling without knowing what he was saying, but it was obvious that he was not full yet.
Chu Xiaoman has not eaten the food he should eat for his age for several days. If he were not easy to feed, according to his father's lack of common sense, he would definitely starve to death.
So Chu Xiaoman hopes to find his mother quickly every day so that he can eat enough at once, but now that his mother has been found, the rations he can get are not much at all!
Facing his son's dissatisfaction, Fusheng blinked innocently and quietly licked the corners of his moist lips, pretending that he had done nothing.
Chu Xiang pulled up his clothes and cleared his throat uncomfortably, "Xiao Man, I'll ask the kitchen to prepare delicious food for you later. What do you like to eat?"
Fu Sheng said: "Xiao Man likes sweet soup."
Chu Xiang touched the child's soft face and smiled, "Then we will drink sweet soup together later."
I don't know if Chu Xiaoman understood it or not. He lay in his mother's arms, making no noise or making any fuss. He just stared at his mother and grinned slowly.
Chu Xiaoman should have an outgoing personality, because he never hides his smile. He must smile widely so that everyone can be infected with his happiness. He reveals his sharp baby teeth and almost lifts the corners of his mouth. To the side of the ear. Those red eyes were more like his father's, becoming extraordinarily narrow and long. They were deep and rich red, and seemed to be as black as an abyss.
Chu Xiang couldn't stand it anymore and kissed the child's face hard, "Xiao Man, you are so cute!"
Chu Xiaoman thought his mother was playing with him, so he laughed out loud, and his two little hands flew around excitedly, pulling his father's white hair several times. Thanks to his father's good temper now, he didn't slap him in the face. Head tilted.
It was still cold now, so Fusheng silently lifted up the quilt and wrapped it around the mother and son, and also barely wrapped himself up. He stared at Chu Xiang's smiling face, and all the happiness that was about to pass away returned. His body relaxed and he buried himself greedily. In the crook of her neck, smelling her breath.
Chu Xiang felt a little itchy, but she didn't push him away. She asked softly: "How did I separate from you?"
Fusheng's body tensed up, and he slowly tightened his grip around her body, expressing in silence that he didn't know what to say.
Chu Xiang took out a hand and touched the white head of the boy and the child. He guessed and said, "You were having an affair with another woman and I found out?"
"No!" Fusheng raised his face in panic. His skin was originally pale, but now he looked more like a piece of white jade that could break at any time. He said anxiously: "Xiangxiang, I only have you, I really only have you."< br>
Chu Xiang thought for a while and said, "That means I have moved on and don't want to be with you anymore?"
Fusheng shook his head hard again, "As you said, you will only like me and not others, and you will never fall in love with someone else."
Chu Xiang couldn't guess for a moment that there were other possibilities.
Chu Xiaoman looked at his parents and blinked strangely. He was still young and didn't understand the problems between adults. He could play with gusto by grabbing his mother's finger.
Fusheng lowered his face. After a long time, he said slowly: "Xiangxiang, I'm sorry, it's my fault... I'm not good enough. Xiangxiang, I don't want to be separated from you... Don't ignore me. ”
He seemed to be overwhelmed by the overwhelming feeling of guilt. Chu Xiang felt inexplicable. How big a mistake had he made to be so humble?
Chu Xiang hugged Chu Xiaoman and turned around, placed Chu Xiaoman on Fusheng's lap and sat down. She tilted her head, looked at the boy's downcast face, and then said: "Are you crying?"
Fusheng hurriedly wiped the corners of his eyes and turned his face away, trying to avoid her gaze, but he could not hide the fact that his eyes were red.
He forced himself hard and said in a hoarse voice: "I shouldn't have let you see Xiaoman and I hunting and make you feel scared."
After they got married, Chu Xiang would occasionally go to the village to buy some things. Fusheng used to sit alone in the forest and quietly wait for Chu Xiang to come back. Later, he would sit there with Chu Xiaoman in his arms and wait for her to come back.
It was only because the weather was so good that day that Fusheng hugged the infant Chu Xiaoman and counted the birds in the sky. A wild deer suddenly jumped out, immediately attracting the attention of their father and son.
Chu Xiaoman stretched out his hand in the direction of the wild deer and hummed.
Fusheng asked gently: "Xiaoman, do you want to play with it?"
(End of chapter)