Salted Fish Zombie

Chapter 71.2

His name was Ning Su.

Shi Tianzhu said that this name meant "peaceful sleep". It was like the dream of many players, and the hope of his parents.

Ning Su: "So, I don't blame them."

In the instance "Manman", when he spoke similar words to Shi Tianzhu, it felt like he had reconciled with himself, his parents, and the world.

He felt particularly happy eating cake, and in his dreams, even zombies turned into sweet food.

For the first time, he thought that his parents might love him.

Just because he didn't have parents when he was young didn't mean they didn't love him; it might have been a different kind of love.

Ning Changfeng couldn't explain what he felt in his heart. Ning Su didn't blame them; he should be happy.

However, he contradicted himself and didn't want his son to accept this situation in this manner.

"If you knew, why didn't you acknowledge us?"

Ning Su said, "My high school teacher once said that every second, a person changes. Just because you're willing to have a child later doesn't mean you want one now."

Besides, the two of them were in this kind of relationship now.

Ning Su: "I don't want to hold your feelings hostage, your choice, and even your child. It's fine the way it is."

Ning Changfeng was stunned; he had never thought that it was for this reason.

He wanted to smile, but he felt bittersweet in his heart.

Ning Su turned his head slightly. "If we acknowledged each other, I also don't know how to get along with you."

He had no successful experience of getting along with parents, let alone parents so young.

Ning Changfeng looked at his profile as he turned. The pale skin, the smooth lines, the high bridge of his nose, the more he looked, the more his liking increased and the more his heart felt soft.

He said to Ning Su, "I don't know what your mother thinks, but I'm telling you seriously, I'm very happy. I really want you as my son, Ning Su. Your existence makes my life more complete. It seems like I could live longer with you here."

Ning Su pursed his lips and lowered his eyelashes.

"I do, indeed, not know how to get along with you as father and son. After all, I'm only three or four years older than you."

He said, "If we don't know how to get along, we'll be like before, getting along as brothers. You can still call me brother, and it won't be any different throughout our lives."

Blood relations couldn't be deceived; there's no need to be bound by societal expectations and demands regarding that title.

Although Ning Changfeng was sure he wanted to hear Ning Su call him 'dad' once.

Ning Su remained silent, and the room fell quiet.

After a while, Ning Changfeng opened his mouth and asked, "In the teahouse, when you said to let you cut off my head, was it just an excuse for me to transplant the sacred flower first?"

Through their recent conversation, he had gained a better understanding of Ning Su.

His son, on the surface, seemed lazy and careless, but in reality, he was perceptive and considerate.

Ning Changfeng felt confident, thinking that Ning Su didn't want to operate on his father, so he claimed that their strengths were nearly equal. He suggested that in a fight, they would both be injured, and he proposed using his head worth one billion points as a trade, with the intention of covering up his consideration.