I wait for you to see through the scenery

Zhou Yao didn’t know him before, he thought Qu Jia didn’t know him either, but Qu Jia went straight to the ward building and reported the ward number and the patient’s name at the front desk.

The nurse on duty asked to register: "Someone has already visited the doctor today. Who are you, family member?"

Qu Jia immediately said, I am not a family member.

"If you're not a family member, you can't enter." The nurse frowned, also annoyed, "There are too many people here today, and there are too many people in the ward."

"I don't think I can do it alone?" Qu Jia also frowned, in a very bad mood, "My mother is not his 'family member', why did you let her in, why didn't you stop her and don't let her in?! "

Seeing the terrible expression on Zhou Yao's face, he quickly pulled Qu Jia away, begging the nurse sister sweetly, he is really a family member, his father is in the hospital, sister, please let him in.

The nurse looked down at the register, and felt that the number of "family members" in this family was a bit surplus, and the registered wives and children had two sets of people?It is also fresh.

The wards of the Severe Cancer Hospital, the pale and colorless walls of the corridors, the smell of medicines and disinfectants from every corner, the frowning figures of the family members of the patients who have faltered in their walks...all of these make people feel ashamed. This corridor already felt invisible oppression and heaviness, as well as... at a loss.

It's as if there is a substantial weight pressing on everyone's brows and shoulders, making irritability and sadness blocked in the heart, and there is nowhere to vent.

At the door of the ward, a child's intermittent and uncontrollable crying burst out.

Zhou Yao thoughtfully, took two quick steps, poked his head in and took a look in fear, thinking that the two "family members" inside had disagreed and began to pinch each other.

Qu Jia immediately pushed Zhou Yao away and appeared at the door.

There was no dog blood, and no one was fighting anymore at this time.The person on the hospital bed was already so thin that he couldn't recognize his face after a distance and a period of time, or he had already forgotten the appearance of that face.Who remembers who.

I saw Qu Liandi and the woman sitting next to the bed, their shoulders slumped, and they were silent, only the four-year-old son was crying wildly with his face flushed.There are a bunch of instruments and wires near the head of the bed, which looks serious.

Qu Liandi turned her head abruptly, looked at Qu Jia, but didn't say anything, so she said with her eyes: just come and see, don't make trouble.

Zhou Yao poked his head out from behind Qu Jia, saw the woman and the child, and recalled the golden monkey ticket that Qu Jia threw into the coal stove and burned.

It was a very valuable and precious stamp back then, but the two children still "robbed it".As a result, the fire was turned into ashes, and none of the children caught it, got nothing, and disappeared.

Now, who gets it again?

Qu Jia's family should have installed such a new telephone.When I didn't have a phone installed before, I didn't have to look for Qu Liandi for any serious business, and I was happy and peaceful.With regard to this phone call, An De's first important call was to inform Chen Mingjian that he was seriously ill and would soon die and wanted to see his eldest son.What's more, I still beat around the bush and asked my old colleagues to call me for help. In fact, I have been sick for a while.

Ever since Qu Liandi entered this ward for the first time, she didn't start a fight with that woman, so she couldn't quarrel anymore—who will take care of it in the end?

Knowing this earlier, why did it happen in the first place.

She was no longer angry.She is much luckier than the other party, her son has already grown up and is about to let go.Qu Jia is almost seventeen years old, and he looks like a grown man who can handle things when he goes out and earn money at home.

The woman held a four-and-a-half-year-old son in her arms.For the good life I fought for, I can only swallow this bitterness and bear it for the rest of my life. If I can't breathe, who can I blame.

Qu Jia didn't cause trouble, but he also resolutely refused to enter the ward that day, didn't take a step in, and didn't even look at it.

He stood at the door without saying a word, looked deeply at the pale hospital bed, turned and walked away indifferently.Not walking, but jumping step by step, jumping a long way in the corridor under the watchful eyes of everyone, jumping from one end of the ward to the other end, the farthest window.

Qu Jia sat on the bench under the window, leaning his head against the wall behind him, and stretched his legs.Looking out the window, his eyes are still stubborn.There was no light outside the window, the sky was overcast, and the forecast looked like rain.

Zhou Yao stood at the door of the ward in embarrassment, and he didn't know which green onion he was. As for him, he came here without a name or distinction, so he really couldn't be considered a family member.He was running errands back and forth between this door and the bench far away, passing messages.

"I changed another big bottle of medicine just now. The imported medicine is all in foreign languages. I saw a total of six bottles hanging on it, and it said that it was infused for more than ten hours a day."

"Your father talked to me."

"Your dad still remembers who I am, saying that I am the classmate who bought you football shoes. He remembers those shoes that cost him 30 yuan salary!"

"Jia, why don't you go in and have a look?...He told me a lot, all about you."

Qu Jia just refused to go over, and didn't really see Chen Mingjian that night.

The burnt stamps are left in the hearth of the old home, and the ashes are piled in the heart.For many things, loss is loss, and it is impossible to find it back, or to fill up this incompleteness.That bowl of tomato and egg pimple soup brought back memories of my childhood home, and the memories themselves were sour and bitter, and I didn't want to think about them.

Or, some people have never really come out, are extremely stubborn in certain things, and have been buried in the ashes of the furnace pond in their old home.

Qu Liandi came out to sit with her son, stroked Qu Jia's hair, and didn't scold her son for being ignorant, which was pointless.

Qu Liandi explained a few words: "The child is crying because he has a fever. He just came from the emergency department of the hospital next door and had to go back for another infusion. But he was sick at this time, so it was very difficult, so I came here to help, otherwise I would not come. .”

Qu Jia's thin lips were tightly closed, not wanting to speak.

"You also know that there is no one in his family anymore. Your grandparents are gone long ago. The relatives over there are not good enough. Who can do anything in the hospital?... Qu Jia, don't misunderstand and don't worry about it. I really want to soften my heart." It was rare for Qu Liandi to coax this awkward son, "Go in and see him? He might want to explain something to you."

"What are you going to tell me?" Qu Jia said coldly, "Does it have something to do with me? He told his son to go."

Qu Liandi sighed: "Oh, I still want you to study hard, get into a good university in the future, and care about your future."

Studies, future, getting into a good university...

Why are these most fucking things so important to children?

Is the only thing that matters the most about every child?Parents have always thought this way, and they are so stupid.

"Caring about it." Qu Jia kept looking at a certain point outside the window, and cursed, "Why hasn't he been here for so many years? He has been here once?!"

Did you come to the parent meeting when you were young?

What the hell did you care about from elementary school to junior high school and from junior high school to senior high school?Take care of JB.

I'm already a class committee member and a sports committee member, does anyone know?

I'm talking about friends. There is Yaoyao by my side. Do you want to know?

Have you come to watch and cheer for the school sports meeting? ——Wang Lujun's father from next door is here.

Am I really being cared about?

……

Sitting on Qu Jia's right, Zhou Yao clenched his hands again.

Qu Liandi opened her mouth to explain, but Panhuan hesitated to speak.

Zhou Yao winked frequently: Auntie, do you want to talk?Say or not?

"Qu Jia," Qu Liandi said slowly, "Chen Mingjian has been to our house, both in his old house and in his new house, and saved some money for you, which is deposited in the bank. It is said that it is for you to go to college or where to study in the future. cost."

There was a flash in Qu Jia's eyes. He had accumulated grievances for many years, and his expression at that time was hard to believe.

Zhou Yao winked again: Oh, you said it already, will Jiajia really lose her temper and stop going to college!

"Jiajia," Zhou Yao put his arm around Qu Jia's shoulders, "I just talked to your father, he said that he has visited you, and he has seen the photos of you in junior high school and high school, that is, you sing at the party every year, There are also photos developed from participating in the sports meeting. He just didn't have the nerve to see you, and he was afraid that you would be unhappy, so he left with regret every time...Really, he didn't lie. "

Qu Jia bit the corner of his mouth tightly.

"Really." Zhou Yao Bei'er was serious, "Your first year of junior high school, it was the first time you sang on stage at Chaoyang No. [-] Middle School, and you moved an electronic piano. Singing at the Mid-Autumn Festival party, you sit on the stage with a guitar, your legs are crossed, your hair is quite long, and you wear a big boot with your bare feet; the third year of junior high school... and then the first year of high school, you don’t even bother to take the electric piano and guitar, You just take a microphone and sing the accompaniment tape, and you can wear whatever clothes your dad can name, a big tank top with no sleeves and black jeans."

Qu Jia was speechless: "..."

Zhou Yao said: "I don't know what you wore in junior high school. It was your dad who said it. I didn't lie to you. He came to see you."

Qu Jia's eyes staring at a point outside the window were blurred and unfocused, and his eye sockets suddenly turned red.

His two closest relatives held him from left to right, leaving him nowhere to escape.Qu Liandi no longer complains about his wife, but Qu Jia herself is still a "resentful son", still entangled in the past.He just has a very long reflex arc, and he can't get out of it. He has walked this difficult road for five years without telling anyone what is in his heart.Now that terrible dad is finally lying on the hospital bed, it's time to spit out all his grievances.

Relatives and friends from all walks of life came to visit the patients in groups, just to say a few words, to send a basket of fruit that comes standard in the ward, and then quickly leave. None of them are willing to waste time and energy in front of the long-term hospital bed.At the end of that night, I had to discuss who would accompany me for the night.

The child over there fell ill with a high fever, and the mother was crying and dying, and she was devastated. Qu Liandi sent her to the hospital next door for an infusion, so let's go.

"This educated woman has read too many books, and she has become stupid. Except for being a little coquettish/sexy/sexy/sexy at the beginning, she can't serve others at critical moments. It's even more difficult to expect her to do something No way... If I don't stay here, my eyes will be clear..." Zhou Yao heard Qu Liandi muttering in a low voice.

Qu Liandi suffered from a headache after staying up for several nights. She turned her back and stood in the corner of the corridor, swallowing three painkillers in a row.

Qu Jia was still sitting in the corridor with one injured foot, and there was almost no one in the family who was completely good.Of course, Qu Jia is completely a good person at the moment, and he will never give his father a second look, and it is impossible to go to bed with him.

The infusion bottle is empty, the urine bag is full, the patient is out of breath at night, the medicine reacts, and he suddenly becomes ill, and the nurse needs to be called... The nurses who are hired are tired and run away, who wants to care?

Zhou Yao stood by the door for a long time, then suddenly said, "Auntie, please go home, I can accompany Qu Jia's father in bed."

Both Qu Liandi and Qu Jia raised their heads.

How could Zhou Yao take care of patients?He shrugged his shoulders, as if it was a matter of course: "Then, you are almost exhausted and sick, and Jiajia also injured his foot. You can take him home. I'll just stay here."

"Zhou Yao, is there something wrong with you? Get out!" Qu Jia cursed in a low voice, "What's wrong with you?"

"Qu Jia, you can do it!" Qu Liandi told her son to shut up.

"Jia must be feeling very uncomfortable. I always listen to what he says." Zhou Yao took Qu Liandi's elbow and whispered, "Hey, sometimes he has the same temper as Auntie, just hard-spoken and soft-hearted. You Take him home, don't scold him, just coax him a few words and he will be fine."

Qu Liandi looked at Zhou Yao in surprise.

"Don't talk to him when he talks nonsense, don't be angry." Qu Liandi said hastily.

"I'm used to him, so I just ignore him." Zhou Yao said.

"Really, I'm fine." Zhou Yao forced a smile, "Even if I accompany his father for Jiajia."

"Zhou Yao, go away today." Qu Jia was indeed stubborn, and his curse had softened, "Who is the father?"

Zhou Yao turned his face to a place where Aunt Qu couldn't see, and mouthed: Your father is my father, so what should I do?

"..." Qu Jia was still sitting on the bench, his injured foot stepped on the ground, and the gauze was scattered all over the floor.

Qu Jia bent down and buried his face in his arms and knees, his back heaving.

……

Qu Liandi pulled Zhou Yao aside, held hands with her wrists and said a few words of relief, affectionately and considerately.Qu Liandi's mother and son's temperament is exactly the same, and Zhou Yao is the lubricant that can no longer be lacking in this already incomplete family.

"Yaoyao," Qu Liandi said gratefully, "Thank you just now, what you said to Qu Jia, you can cure him."

"Did you show me a few photo albums from your big closet last time?" Zhou Yao smiled again, "Otherwise, how would I know what clothes Qu Jia wore when he was in junior high school?"

Qu Liandi was even more surprised, staring blankly at Yaoyao who she wanted to see the most, and had nothing to say.

That night, the three of them sat side by side in the hospital corridor for the whole night, accompanying Qu Jia outside the ward, and Chen Mingjian lying in the room.

At that time, it seemed to be destined, that is, a family of three who depended on each other for life, leaning together to say things that are not often spoken, and licking each other's invisible old wounds that were tearing and bleeding.

Qu Jia leaned his upper body out of the window, smoked two cigarettes, then jumped back and buried his head on Zhou Yao's shoulder.

Zhou Yao hugged the person and patted him, as if he wanted to pat a child.

Qu Jia buried his face on Zhou Yao's body all the time, and then lay down on his lap, holding Zhou Yao's leg without letting go.A pair of eyes and all emotions were deeply buried, that is to let Zhou Yao see his most vulnerable and at a loss.

He really, really couldn't do without Yaoyao.

In fact, Zhou Yao is "nothing".

He's in trouble.

Before learning that Chen Mingjian was ill, Qu Jia was awkward, and he stayed at Qu Jia's house that night, and he didn't go home.

In the first half of the night, I would accompany Aunt Qu to talk intimately, and in the second half of the night, I would accompany Qu Jia to sit under the wall of the alley and watch the stars.He is busy enough to talk, and he always takes the initiative to solicit things, and he always comes uninvited, as if he has counted himself in the household registration book of Qu Jia's family in his heart.

Just kiss emotionally.

In the past, it was common for high school boys to go wild outside during the summer vacation, playing wildly at classmates' houses until they stayed up all night playing cards and having dinner.He played like this in junior high school, who took care of him?

But something is really different now.His mother said on the phone at that time: Zhou Yao, you'd better come home, and try not to be so late in the future.You go home to sleep tonight, all right?can you come back

Zhou Yao said: I am busy with work, and someone wants me to take care of it, so I really can't come back.

Today, he didn't go home to sleep again.

He has crossed the line unknowingly, gone a little far, and can't go back.

……

During the summer vacation, Zhou Yao spent most of his time hanging out with Qu Jia.If it wasn't for the fact that Qu Jia's house was too small, Qu Liandi might consider adding an extra bed for Yaoyao.

Later, Qu Jia went to the orthopedics department of the hospital, and the injured foot did not heal, but got worse.

It's all because of jumping up and down in the hospital that day, tossing and tossing.When he scolded Zhou Yao, "Get the hell out of here, what's the matter with you", God's eyes were wide open, and he made him "slap" his foot and poke it on the concrete floor of the corridor.

When he went to the hospital again, the pain was so great that Zhou Yao supported him, and he didn't dare to say a word.According to the photos, the joint between the ring toe and the little toe was actually fractured.

This time I stopped cooking completely. When there was nothing wrong, I felt that the little toe was useless, so I should cut it off;

Qu Jia was forced to stay at home for three weeks, barely going out for activities, and couldn't even put on his shoes.

Qu Liandi cooked and delivered meals to the patient in the hospital.

Zhou Yao came again, and volunteered to cook for the patient at home, which was quite caring.

Zhou Yao was pouring water into the pot, thinking to himself: "How much water?... Is it enough... That's all... Or more, do you want to make soup for you?"

Qu Jia was bored on the bed in a daze, and occasionally glanced at the movement in the kitchen: "Put more water, but you have to watch the pot, you will splash."

Zhou Yao muttered: "Oh, I can still pounce."

After a while, the smell of big pig bones came out, and Zhou Yao was holding a spoon in the kitchen, with a look of begging for compliments: "Is the taste okay?"

"Did you scoop up the water before cooking?" Qu Jia took off the earphones.

"What water to copy?" Zhou Yao turned the spoon like a pen.

"You didn't scoop up the water, did you skim off the foam?" Qu Jia frowned, "Then it smells like blood?"

Zhou Yao's heart sank, and he pouted, "Need to fetch water? You didn't tell me."

"Need me to tell you?" Qu Jia rolled his eyes back, unable to understand that Zhou Yao's common sense and skills in life can live so long, "Big meat should be put in water before putting it in the pot."

Zhou Yao: "..."

Qu Jia: "..."

Zhou Yao frowned and yelled at the old man on the bed: "Hey!"

"Don't you usually like to eat blood? Do you eat less stewed small intestine mochi tofu?" Being picked on is also uncomfortable, Zhou Yao said to a hot pot, "You took me to Nancheng'Xiaochangchen', you eat it more than anyone else."

"I just told you to copy the water." Qu Jia said with lowered eyes, "You insisted on making pork bone soup."

"I cooked it for the puppy!" Zhou Yao said, "Who the hell broke his own bone?!"

Recently, a Pekingese dog was suffering from rabies.

Zhou Yao leaned against the cutting board with the big spoon in his arms, "Your uncle, I really want to boil you."

After a while, the man with rabies got off the bed, one step at a time, walked to the kitchen, and hugged Zhou Yao from behind.

Qu Jia stuffed one of the earphones into Zhou Yao's ear.

The CD player just puts "Willing to be for you, I am willing to be for you..."

Zhou Yao swiped the big spoon back and swept Qu Jia away: "Go away, I don't want to talk to you anymore... I'll blow it off with you!"

"Cook it, I'll eat whatever comes out of the pot," Qu Jia said.

He feels that Zhou Yao now has a pot in his left hand and a spoon in his right hand, which is particularly uncoordinated but sincerely wants to express a "virtuous" appearance, virtuous is very wishful thinking—— Zhou Yao, a little idiot, will start cooking sometime up?

Qu Jia just drank a bowl of pork rib blood water soup, Zhou Yao was encouraged, and began to think about new dishes, and took out a piece of good pork tenderloin from the refrigerator.

Just as Qu Jia lay on the bed for a while, he heard the sound of his kitchen chopping board being chopped into "bang bang bang bang" and about to fall apart.

Qu Jia said, "Hey, you, the chopping board is cracked."

Zhou Yao said, "I'm shredding."

Qu Jia said, "I thought you were dismembering the body."

Zhou Yao said: "I divided/carcassed the tenderloin, fish-flavored shredded pork!"

When Qu Jia heard this, he had an intuition that something was wrong, and he got up as soon as he got excited. The toe was not healthy enough.The two of them looked at the meat on the chopping board, and Qu Jia said, "Are you cutting shredded pork?"

Zhou Yao's expression was innocent: "What did I cut?"

Qu Jia shouted annoyedly: "Don't turn our knife! The handle of the knife is not a pen, it will cut your hand!"

Zhou Yao quickly turned the knife away, and the blade "banged" on the old kitchen table, piercing straight into the wood grain, and immediately stood on the table like a horizontal knife.The two burst out laughing.

Qu Jia looked at the chopping board and lost his appetite: "You didn't cut shredded pork, but fish-flavored meat sticks, right?"

Zhou Yao had a good temper: "Then, let's fry a fish-flavored meat stick."

Nonsense, you, Qu Jia looked at a pile of meat strips with uneven width and length in embarrassment: "What do you think? ... You just shredded potatoes and it's over! You cut into big and thick potato strips, and I It's directly fried in the pan, and I'll make it into KFC french fries for you. You cut a bunch of big meat strips, what do you want me to do?"

After Qu Jia finished chatting, he was about to lie down on the chopping board, going crazy.Zhou Yao muttered in a low voice: "Daughter-in-law, please help me make grilled meat/strips, how to make grilled meats/strips, ah——"

Qu Jia gave Zhou Yao a look: Are you sensible?

Zhou Yao raised his eyebrows in embarrassment: "I'm a daughter-in-law, okay...then you can make grilled meat instead, I don't know how to do it."

Qu Jia squinted: "Daughter-in-law, you really don't know how to do it?"

Zhou Yao confessed: "No."

Qu Jia took the knife: "Cut into cubes, change it to fish-flavored meat cubes."

In the end, this meal was cooked by Qu Jia again. He put a wounded foot on a small bench and cut and stir-fried vegetables in the kitchen.

Zhou Yao was responsible for eating most of the plate of fish-flavored diced meat.Master Jia's cooking must be delicious.

After eating, Qu Jia winked and said, "My daughter-in-law is going to wash the dishes."

Zhou Yao wiped his mouth, cheerfully packed up the dishes and went to wash, Qu Jia said annoyedly: "Zhou Yao, you can eat whatever you have anyway, you will be willing to admit anything you are told?"

"What's the matter." Zhou Yao took out the large aluminum basin that Qu Liandi often used, and said calmly, "If you call me daughter-in-law, you can call me daughter-in-law. What's the difference? I can still suffer when I'm full and comfortable, right? "

Qu Jia looked at Zhou Yao's swaying back, and was warmed by the luster of that back and the summer afternoon sun: "Yaoyao."

The room was originally small, and Zhou Yao really took up a lot of space walking around, his back was tall and fit, but his speech was always sticky, like a domestic kitten.

It's still the variety of lying down and letting go, with its own "meow meow meow" sound effect.

Qu Jia has never seen that high mountain to lean on.Ever since he was a child, Zhou Yao had been in front of his eyes, whether he wanted to hide or go out, this was his reliance.

Zhou Yao pretended to walk away with a dirty bowl and a bottle of "Goldfish" dishwashing liquid. Before he could step out, he was hugged by someone.

Shouting "Yaoyao" in his ear, Qu Jia hugged everyone tighter than usual.

"Aren't you afraid of losing money?" Qu Jia asked in a low voice.

"What..." Zhou Yao muttered, and the two of them clasped their hands together.

"I don't want to let you suffer." Qu Jia said vaguely, talking about the vague thoughts in the two people's minds but these days they have become more intense, talking about the shameful dreams that they might have every night.

"Hey, you've really grown fleshy sticks underneath you." Qu Jia whispered suddenly.

Ah——Zhou Yao quickly covered it with his hands, his face was red, his neck was thick, his body seemed to be branched everywhere, and his veins were swollen.

The two of them bent over and pouted in the kitchen.This is Zhou Yao's posture when covering his vitals with one hand when lining up the wall on the court, and it is still this stupid and ridiculous posture now, except that Qu Jia's hand is also covered.Zhou Yao said "Ah" again, a halo of light danced in front of his eyes, blood was rushing to his lower body, but his head was about to explode.

There was a stalemate like that for a long time, Zhou Yao leaned on the cutting board of the kitchen table, and the light wrapped the two of them together... The cotton shorts in summer are too thin to block anything, so Qu Jia used his hand as a ruler, slowly The triangle was measured for him.

Then, the triangular body elongated "shua" and became a cylinder.

The monkey's golden cudgel can indeed be enlarged and shrunk, and the two burst out laughing.Zhou Yao blushed like a big persimmon, even if the person who touched him was Qu Jia, even if he was a Chu boy, he would be ashamed by nature.He put his thighs back and struggled to say, "You rascal, let go of me, let me go!"

"I'm not called a hooligan with you." Qu Jia whispered, "You're quite big, and I can't even cover you with my hands."

"Praise me?" Zhou Yao said, "Who is Little Thumb?!"

"Well, you are not little finger." Qu Jia smiled, "Hold me for a while."

……

The live broadcast of the race was always played on the TV. Ma Jiajun, who was eating turtle essence, shined brilliantly. Wang Junxia ran a 5000-meter champion.Turned to a channel, the swimming competition is going on to a fierce moment.

Qu Jia took a look: "Hey, Popov, your favorite."

Olympic men's 100m freestyle defending title.

"What is my favorite?" Zhou Yao corrected, "Qu Jia, I like you the most."

"I don't have a good figure." Qu Jia said sourly.

Popov is indeed in good shape, with a handsome face, and his mouth is bloody at a glance.And swimmers are minimally dressed.

Flying fish into the water, the blue waves cut through the waves, the handsome Russian guy easily defended his title in Atlanta.Zhou Yao concentrated his attention and roared, "You're so fucking handsome. After four years, I, Czar Popov, am still the champion!"

Zhou Yao loves to watch games, and sometimes he watches handsome and mighty men on TV a few more times. It's natural, but the kind of "like" that makes him have a strong desire/desire is still for the closest boy around him.

"It's really clean." Qu Jia frowned, "He has no hair on his legs?"

"They were all scraped before the game." Zhou Yao whispered, "They were all scratched, to reduce resistance."

"You suddenly like this again?" When discussing certain topics, he would always think about this and that, Qu Jia secretly looked at Zhou Yao, and then thought about himself.

"No, no," Zhou Yao hurriedly kissed Qu Jia's face, "Don't shave it, I'll still touch it."

"Get out, who said I'm going to shave..." Qu Jia frowned even more, "You should go watch TV!"

The two hugged for a while, quietly licking each other's unpleasant emotions and quarrels away.The feeling of being inseparable from a person is like a faint, unfading luster on the window sill of a bungalow, like the staggered lines drawn by kitchen knives on a chopping board, they have already grown there for many years, even if the piece When the board was lifted, those traces would always be engraved on it.

With Yaoyao here, he will be nourished all over, so why do he eat pork bone soup and shredded fish-flavored pork?Qu Jia felt uncomfortable, but he never said anything, so he blew into Zhou Yao's ear and said "I like you" twice.

He said very little.

But now I want to say it.Sincere.

Some words are not spoken, but flowed out.

Zhou Yao leaned against the table, and was overwhelmed by the two words "I like you", his legs went limp and he couldn't support him.

Qu Jia also followed suit with a soft ankle. God didn't open his eyes this time, and the injured foot directly hit the concrete floor, ah! ! !

Zhou Yao exaggeratedly said, "Ah!"

Qu Jia hung on Zhou Yao's body, and it was rare to say: "Oh, it hurts...help me rub my toes..."