Sir, Please Conduct Yourself

Gu Qingwei clutched the sheet in his hand, swore a dirty word, slowly curled up and didn't move any more. Excessive pain and fatigue soon dragged Gu Qingwei into a beautiful nightmare.

He knew that he had never been liked by Gu Beihua since he was a child, even though he was Gu Beihua's own son.

Dad can't count on it, but Gu Qingwei hasn't seen his own mother since he was a child. His mother, the wine girl, did not know what means she used to successfully climb into Gu Beihua's bed and became pregnant. After giving birth to him, she ran away with a large sum of money given by Gu Beihua.

Gu Qingwei dreams that he is sleeping in a piece of cold sea water, surrounded by a dark place where he can't see his fingers. The surging cold comes from all directions, and he can easily get into his four limbs.

It's cold.

It hurts.

...

Gu Qingwei sleeps indistinctly, feeling that his body is about to sink in the black pool. But suddenly, a warm light came from somewhere, and a voice gently called his name, "Xiaowei, Xiaowei..."

"Well..." Gu Qingwei struggled and slowly opened his eyes, feeling a splitting headache.

A woman was sitting by the bed, looking at him tenderly.

Gu Qingwei saw the comer, surprised to open his eyes, "aunt Rou! What are you doing here?! Is it really you? I am, I am not dreaming

Song dongrou Gougou lips, face gradually fainted a shallow smile, "it's me, Xiaowei, it's me."

As soon as her words fell to the ground, Gu Qingwei suddenly felt that his eyes were bitterly sour, and tears would burst into his eyes almost at any time.

He leaned forward tentatively, put his face on song dongrou's leg, and sighed with satisfaction.

Although song dongrou is more than 50 years old this year, she looks really ordinary, but she is still well maintained. Her skin is smooth and delicate, and there are almost no wrinkles. She is very white, and her whole body is soaked in the weak sky light, like plating a layer of fluffy soft silver edge on her body.

Song dongrou also let Gu Qingwei so prone, it seems that there is nothing inappropriate. She gently stroked Gu Qingwei's back and sighed, "I haven't seen our Xiaowei for a long time. Have you had a good time abroad?"

Gu Qingwei instinctively shook his head hard, and could not speak in his throat, but there was a voice in his heart shouting, "no, I'm not doing well at all!"

He is a stranger, a stranger and a wanderer. How can such a day be good?

Song dongrou saw that he shook his head and rubbed the center of his back again. "I think so. Look at you, you're so thin. You don't care about your body at all."

Although it's a little angry, Gu Qingwei's ears still make him feel good.

Song dongrou sighed and got up to pull him, "OK, go, you've been back for a few days. I haven't been able to find you. It's really... Ah! Come on, I'll take you to eat

Her hand was holding Gu Qingwei's arm, and her brow was severely wrinkled, "you child, why don't you have any meat?"

Gu Qingwei rubbed his eyes and said, "aunt Rou, you come to me, do you know my father?"

Song dongrou's smile froze.

Seeing this, Gu Qingwei suddenly understood and rushed song dongrou out. "That's no good. Aunt Rou, go away quickly and let my father know that you came to me. He must be unhappy."