Chapter 17

My uncle had a low fever for two days and was so energetic that he still went to work in the company every day. He went to bed very early when he came back at night. Before I woke up in the morning, he had already gone out again

I could feel that he was a little bit cold to me, but I was really a little complaining about him

I never dare to go to the company anymore. I often immerse myself in some kind of fear. I dreamed at night and even dreamed of standing on the street and being surrounded by crowds. They were all looking at me, with contempt and disgusted, saying that I was disgusting and perverted...

I was so scared that I cried alone at home, so I called Ye Zi, but she didn't know what to do, so I had to call me out for a drink

Ask Gu Anyan, he took us to his friend's bar to play and introduced us to many interesting people. Everyone chatted everywhere, drank, rock-scissors, and had a lot of fun.

I returned home with unsatisfactory feelings. It was already twelve o'clock in the evening. I pushed open the bedroom door and saw my uncle lying on the bed and was already asleep.

Didn't call me, nor did I wait for me...

As I thought about it, my heart felt like a stone was blocked, and I felt so uncomfortable. I turned around and went back to my room and fell asleep

After a few days of this kind of life of escaping reality, I couldn't stand it. I had lunch with Gu Anyan at a street stall that day and had a heart-to-heart talk late. He sent me home. I felt very grateful. I patted his shoulder and said, Gu Anyan, you are so nice to me

He rubbed my head and said with a smile, although I don’t know why you are worried about it, but don’t be too stubborn, life will continue

I couldn't help laughing when I heard his cliché tone. I got it, thank you, Gu Anyan

Going upstairs and entering the door, the floor lamp in the living room was on, and my uncle was actually sitting on the sofa, holding a glass of water in his hand, not knowing what he was thinking

I haven't met him for many days. I know that the cold war is hurting my feelings, but I can't control myself.

My uncle turned his head and looked at me. His face was pale. Maybe the cold had not recovered.

I lowered my head and said tiredly, I'll go back to my room to rest first

My uncle spoke lightly, school is about to start, what do you think you are drunk every day?

I looked at the floor without saying a word. After a while, he got up and walked towards me. I took two steps back for some reason. He frowned and stretched out his hand to hug me. Subconsciously, I stepped back again, don't touch me

I blurted out

My uncle stood there and looked at me, his pale face became more and more haggard, his eyebrows were tightly twisted, and his eyes were covered with a hint of unbelievable pain.

Did I hurt him...

Before I could think about it, I turned around and ran back to the room, slammed the door, and I fell on the bed in dismay, my heart hurt so much, why did it turn out like this...

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Tossing and turning, I turned on the light, and I couldn't sleep at 3:30 in the morning

Get up and walk out of the room. The floor lamp in the living room is still on. My uncle is not there.

I went to the kitchen to make a cup of lemon tea, and stood at the door of his room for a while, my head getting clearer and clearer. I sighed deeply and turned to the study.

This is my uncle's favorite place to stay. He wears glasses when reading books or working. I lie on the couch next to me, eating snacks while reading romance novels.

His things are all in the drawer. I haven't moved them normally. I opened them and saw the glasses box inside, as well as his pen, folders, USB flash drives, and data cables.

I took it out like this, played with it, touched it, and looked at it, and suddenly I saw a case in the information bag

He had a cold and fever a few days ago. Did he go to the hospital? Why didn’t I know anything?

I opened it and saw what kind of surgery... I thought I was wrong, so I hurriedly looked at it from the beginning several times, my mind buzzed, and I couldn't help but widen my eyes... My uncle...

Tears fell down my face. I looked at the operation time and it turned out to be the first two months before the college entrance examination, that was those two months...

I pushed the chair away and ran out, broke into his room, but didn't see him. The bathroom light was on. I walked over and saw him soaking in the bathtub in his clothes, his arms were hanging down, and a cigarette was sandwiched between his fingers. The ashtray on the table was filled with cigarette butts. He leaned there with his eyes closed, his face was not very good.

Uncle... I took off the cigarette from his hand and pressed it directly on the floor. I held his hand. It was so cold that he was soaked in cold water. He had been staying in cold water for a long time!

I pulled his arm up, he stood up silently as I moved, walked out of the bathtub, I took off his wet clothes, wiped them dry with a towel, then wrapped them around his waist, held his hand, walked out of the bathroom, and let him sit by the bed.

Are you stupid?

I sat on his lap, hugged him, and stroked his cold back. Do I want to feel sorry for me?

Kissing his eyebrows, bridge of nose, and corner of his lips, he looked at me without saying a word. My tears fell, and he stroked my face, and I said, are you sleepy?

He didn't say anything, and I said softly, "Can we lie in the quilt?" You hold me.

He closed his eyes and put his cold forehead on my forehead. I couldn't help but rub him and sniff him. Uncle, my heart is almost broken now. I want to have sex with you... OK?