The Blind and the Deaf - Chapter 16

Soon another month passed and it was time for the New Year.

This month, Xiao Zhang lived like a sugar-pickled tomato, red-faced and soaked in sugar water every day. Xiao Zhang’s father died when he was very young, and it was hard enough for his mother to support him on her own. Although his mother loved him very much, but the family’s conditions are limited, Xiao Zhang understand things early. To say that pampering this kind of taste, he has never tasted.

But now, Mr. Miao became an existence beyond a friend. Some of the original care and consideration always dare not go too far, for fear of scaring Zhang. This time can be “legitimate”.

Mr. Miao is very satisfied with the life of “name”. He finally had a legitimate reason to buy all the things that Zhang wanted to buy but could not afford to buy. When he saw Xiao Zhang eat something on the corner of his mouth, he could wipe his mouth for him “very smoothly”. When he feels that Xiao Zhang can’t sleep after tossing and turning, he can justifiably hold him to sleep. Before sending him to work, they had one more good morning kiss, and after taking him home, they had one more good night kiss.

For the first two days, Zhang was embarrassed. But Mr. Miao repeatedly told him that’s how you’re supposed to talk about friends. Talking about friends should be kissed while you are not paying attention, talking about friends should help you take a shower and help you get dressed, talking about friends should be …… Xiao Zhang thought doubtfully, ah …… everyone else is talking like this? That …… that can only be accepted very reluctantly.

However, as the New Year approaches, the honeypot tomato gentleman has a new worry. This year, Xiao Zhang saved some money, intends to go back home to see his mother. So should he tell his mom that he’s hooked up with Mr. Miao?
He didn’t dare to ask Mr. Miao if he wanted to go home with him, in case Mr. Miao said no, he would have to be sad for half a day. But he did not want to hide it from his mother at all, talk about the matter of friends and family to discuss, the days will last ah.

He agonized for many days, and did not come up with a result until he went on the road. Zhang’s hometown in a third-tier city, even the train is not direct, but also have to transfer bus. Mr. Miao did not worry, directly driving his broken van, upside down for three or four hours, to send Zhang to the door.

The car stopped a block away. Xiao Zhang said with some urgency, “Mr. Miao, go to my house and sit down.”
Mr. Meow didn’t think for a second and said, “Yes, with our mother, nagging.”
Xiao Zhang,”……”
Xiao Zhang’s brain looped “He said our mom …… Our mom……our mom ……”
Xiao Zhang was suddenly so happy that he stood up and hit his head on the car with a thud.

“Hiss ……” Mr. Miao hurt for him and pulled over to rub it for him.
Xiao Zhang covered his head in embarrassment, sat down again and said, “Mr. Meow …… want …… to tell me …… to tell our mother? ”
Mr. Meow thought for a moment in silence, put his warm hand on Xiao Zhang’s head, and said, “Wait a minute.” He brought Xiao Zhang’s fleece cap and helped him put it on, “After the New Year, before you come back, I’ll pick you …… up and go home. Please our mom, have a meal.”

Take you home ……
Xiao Zhang has been warm from the heart to the stomach, hmmm.

Mr. Miao, “Just tell her, one more, a disabled son, huh ……”
Xiao Zhang, “hey?” Aren’t you my father?Wait, that doesn’t seem right ……
Mr. Miao takes the scarf and helps Xiao Zhang wrap it around twice and tie a knot on his chest. He straightened the knot of the scarf, approached Xiao Zhang, and softly said, “Little baby, call your brother.”
Xiao Zhang inexplicably blushed.He had just realized how Mr. Miao could be his father. …… But ……

“Hmm? Call big brother.” Mr. Miao poked Xiao Zhang.

Xiao Zhang grabbed the scarf with some embarrassment and straightened it himself. Covering half of his face with the scarf, he buried his chin in it. He sniffed the smell of the scarf, the scent of life brought from Mr. Miao’s house.
He liked the smell ……

“Brother ……,” Xiao Zhang whispered almost inaudibly. He knew that Mr. Miao couldn’t hear and that his hearing aid wasn’t that sensitive.

Hiding under his scarf, he smiled as if he were sharing a little secret, and softly shouted again, “Brother.”