The night wind was gentle, and I tried my best to squeeze into the car, but I was blocked from outside, tightly squeezing the car glass and following me. =Le=Wen=.XS.co

The car stopped at the intersection, Nie Wen turned his head away and saw the back of his nephew leaning against the back of his chair, his hair swept across his white ears. His eyes were closed tightly, his nose wings gently swayed, and he fell asleep.

Nie Wenyuan took out half a pack of cigarette from his pocket outside his coat. He lowered his head, held a cigarette in his mouth, and wanted to get the matchbox to light the fire, but then frowned and stuffed the cigarette back into the cigarette box.

The car was very quiet. Nie Wenyuan raised his hand and rubbed his forehead. After closing his eyes for a few seconds, he opened it. There was a solemn and clear look in his eyes.

It was already one o'clock in the morning when she arrived in the ground. Grandma Wu slept very hard, not knowing the noise outside. If she knew that Nie Wenyuan brought someone back, she would probably be chattering alone in the middle of the night and couldn't close her eyes.

Huang Dan followed the man to change his shoes upstairs. The two of them had no sound of footsteps. They walked through the silent corridor and entered the bedroom inside.

The door was closed behind, Nie Wenyuan took off his coat and wore a black thick-lined sweater that was exposed to the light.

Huang Dan glanced at him and decided not to say anything.

Nie Wenyuan himself discovered that he took off his sweater and put it on as if nothing had happened. There was no hint of embarrassment or unnaturalness on his face. It was too stable. It seemed that the person with different feelings was not him, but someone else.

Huang Dan looked at the man's face and knew that the other party would not explain what happened tonight. He didn't ask a word, just come and pick him up as he wished.

I'm going to sing later. Huang Dan is a little nervous and wants to drink water to moisten his throat. "Uncle, do you have water?"

Nie Wenyuan said there was something on the table.

Huang Dan picked up the purple clay tea cup, opened the lid and drank the tea. It was cold and the tea was thick. A bitter smell spread out from the tip of his tongue, spreading in his mouth in strands, and the heat in his body was suppressed by the cool bitterness.

"Uncle, I'm going to start singing."

Nie Wenyuan sat on the chair, with long legs crossed and nodded casually.

Huang Dan raised his hands and beat him very seriously. When he sang every word, his eyes were straight at the man on the chair.

After singing the last note, Huang Dan heard the man say, "Go out."

He was stunned for a moment and left. When he arrived at the door, he looked back. The man was still sitting in a chair, and his posture did not change. He was a bit weird no matter how he looked at the expression on his face.

Within two minutes, Huang Dan was called back to the bedroom by Nie Wenyuan.

Nie Wenyuan said, "Sing it again."

Faced with this puzzled request, Huang Dan asked nothing, but started hitting the beat with his hands again, and sang a birthday song for the man seriously.

Nie Wenyuan asked his nephew to go out for the second time.

Huang Dan narrowed his eyes. The man had a problem. He didn't ask on the spot and walked out of the bedroom obediently, "Mr. Lu, I want to know what Nie Wenyuan is doing inside."

System, "Check whether there are any birthday songs recorded."

Yellow List, “…”

Soon, a low shout came from inside, and Huang Dan pushed the door and walked in.

Nie Wenyuan picked up the teacup and drank water. He didn't know what he remembered and put the teacup back on the table. The next moment he picked it up and touched his mouth, doing strange things. His expression was very serious, which made people want to laugh, but succumbed to his majesty and could only pretend not to see it.

Huang Dan didn't say anything, just looked at the man through a desk.

Nie Wenyuan finished the remaining herbal tea in the cup and waited for his nephew's birthday gift.

He watched his nephew walk around the desk and walk over step by step, stopping in front of him. A faint breath appeared on his nose, which was very clean, reminding him of the fragrance of the bamboo forest after the rain.

The little nephew squatted down, raised his neck and looked at him with pure eyes, as clean as the smell on his body. Nie Wenyuan's lips were pursed together without saying a word.

Huang Dan grabbed the man's rough hand, buried his face, put his lips on his slightly hot palm, and gently fell a kiss.

Nie Wenyuan looked at the little nephew's open and folded lips and identified something. He was sure that he had heard it correctly. His little nephew was saying, "Uncle, Xiaoyu loves you."

This birthday wish is given a title. Nie Wenyuan knew that his nephew had no other thoughts and just expressed a kind of respect, but he had a lot of thoughts. He realized some problems, and his thoughts fell into the cruel reality, completely submerged, eroded and corroded.

When Huang Dan saw that the man did not respond, he asked, "Are you in a daze?"

Nie Wenyuan stared at his little nephew. He half-closed his eyelids, something was surging violently in his eyes, and then he quickly became silent, and said in a faint tone, "Xiao Yu has grown up. If you have a girl you like in the future, say to your uncle, and his uncle will come forward to do it for you."

Huang Dan said, "Okay."

Nie Wenyuan's eyelids suddenly slid.

Huang Dan met the unusually dark gaze and said deliberately, "If I meet a girl I like, I will tell my uncle as soon as possible that if my uncle comes forward, the girl's family will be very satisfied. At that time, I will marry and have children and live a good life."

Nie Wenyuan's facial contour was grim and there was a shadow under his eyes. He sat without moving, like a lonely old man, looking a little pitiful.

Huang Dan sighed in his heart, not irritating him anymore, "I lied to you, the girl I don't like will never have in the future."

Nie Wenyuan's eyebrows were twisted into the character "Chuan", and his nephew's lies were very clumsy, but he believed it.

At some point, people will unconsciously approach the side that is beneficial to themselves, which is a self-protection ability.

Huang Dan didn't say much. No matter what kind of promise it was, it would take time to gnaw it. See if it was intact or not, he stood up, bent his back and hugged the man's neck, "Uncle, I want to sleep with you tonight."

Nie Wenyuan couldn't hear anything unusual in his tone, but his whole body stiffened for a moment and he returned to normal in an instant, "No."

Huang Dan did not leave, he reached behind and rubbed a piece of skin on the man's neck, "Aren't my uncle used to sleeping in the same bed with others?"

This is a man’s sensitivity. Huang Dan has known it for a long time and remembers it, so he will not be wrong.

Nie Wenyuan's breathing continued to heavier. He grabbed the little nephew's thin arm. The sound was low and magnetic, and it also brought a clear warning, "Little than."

Huang Dan stood up, turned around and left without looking back, not even saying good night.

Nie Wenyuan pinched his temples a few times, but couldn't touch the cigarette in his pants pocket, then he remembered that the cigarette was in the pocket of his coat. He got up and turned over the coat, holding the cigarette and the matchbox in his hand.

The cigarette was lit, and Nie Wenyuan narrowed his eyes and took a sip. He sucked a little anxiously, coughed when he was choked, and the corners of his eyes became physiologically red.

The door suddenly opened from inside, Huang Shan leaned against the wall and smiled at the man with a slight breath, "It's so cold to sleep alone, uncle, I'll warm your quilt."

Nie Wenyuan looked at the smile on his nephew's lips, and his eyes moved upwards, looking into the black and white eyes, and found the same smile, very real, without any falsehood or flattery.

The person who knows Nie Wenyuan best in this world is not Grandma Wu who brought him up since childhood, nor is he himself, but his current nephew.

After washing up, Huang Dan climbed onto the bed against the wall, shook the quilt in the corner that was folded into tofu cubes in the corner, and he layed in flat and pulled the quilt to his chest.

The sound of water in the bathroom continued. Huang Dan slept in the car for a while, but he was still sleepy at this moment. His eyelids were fighting, and he pulled them away and then wrapped them around.

After a while, the sound of water in the bathroom stopped. Nie Wenyuan came out with a bunch of water vapor, and the people on the bed were already asleep.

The bed is a single bed, and it will be crowded for two people to sleep.

Nie Wenyuan got up after lying on it within ten minutes. He stood by the bed and lit a cigarette, looking down at his little nephew from a high point. After a while, he slowly leaned over and a mouthful of smoke spewed on his green and tender face.

Huang Dan frowned in his sleep, took out the quilt with his hand and touched it next to him.

Nie Wenyuan twisted Miyan and lay back on his original position, and then touched his arm with his hand, put his warm body on, and hugged him.

After ten or twenty minutes, Nie Wenyuan sat up again. This time he didn't get out of bed, but pulled off his nephew's underwear.

There was a bedside light on and the light was warm and yellow. Nie Wenyuan looked at his little nephew's butt in that light, and it was white and there was no trace of being beaten before.

He realized that his hand had already been put on, and he stroked his thick fingers little by little, tightening his hand as if he was obsessed with it.

Huang Dan moved uncomfortable, "Be gentle..."

Nie Wenyuan's brows frowned tightly, his hands did not withdraw, nor moved again. He sighed faintly, heavy and confused, making people feel depressed.

At around four o'clock in the morning, Huang Dan got up to go to the toilet. He stood in a daze and released water. Suddenly he felt something, so he vented his breath. There was a smell of smoke in his mouth, which was very light. The flesh on his butt was still a little painful, as if he had been caught.

Huang Dan pretended not to know anything. After going to the bathroom, he washed his hands and went out, climbed back to bed and continued to sleep.

After Huang Dan fell asleep, he opened his eyes to Nie Wenyuan who was facing outside. He did not turn his head, but just held the hand on his waist.

The next morning, when Huang Dan woke up, most of his body was in the man's arms. He did not withdraw his hands and feet, and yawned at a distance that was close to ambiguous, "It's so early uncle."

"Um."

Nie Wenyuan lifted the quilt and got out of bed, put on slippers and walked towards the bathroom. His back was upright and his steps were steady. No one knew what the scene was like in front of him.

Huang Dan asked at the man's back, "Uncle, have you seen my clothes?"

Nie Wenyuan didn't look back, "on the other end of the quilt."

Huang Dan was stunned, "Oh."

He reached into his hand and touched his clothes. His tentacles were warm and he should have covered them for a while. I don’t know when the man stuffed his clothes into the quilt.

The sound of water came from the bathroom again. Huang Dan put on his clothes and tidied up the bed, folded the quilt into tofu pieces and threw it into the corner.

After Nie Wenyuan came out, he took the door and said, "You go downstairs to brush your teeth and wash your face."

Huang Dan said, "My things are all inside."

Nie Wenyuan's attitude was very tough and could not be refused. "There is new downstairs, so let Wu Ma take it for you."

Huang Dan walked to the man and moved his nose like a puppy, "Uncle, we are all men. I will do what you want to do in the morning."

Nie Wenyuan glanced at his nephew, and suddenly his eyes passed over him to look at the quilt.

Huang Dan also looked over, "Is that OK?"

Nie Wenyuan was not stingy and gave a straightforward evaluation, "Good."

Huang Shan asked, "Uncle, can I use the bathroom in your room now?"

Nie Wenyuan said, "No."

Yellow List, “…”

The fragrance of breakfast was wafting downstairs. Grandma Wu was dusting the dust in the living room with a feather duster. She heard the footsteps at the stairs. When she glanced over, she was so shocked that the feather duster fell to the ground.
To be continued...