give you a soft spot

On the upper floor of my house lived an old couple who had no children. They moved here from the north a few years ago to support their lives.The old man has bad legs and feet, and he uses crutches and a wheelchair when traveling.

I'm here to borrow a wheelchair.

The old couple's ears are not very sensitive. I knocked on the door many times before I got a response.

They have the boldness and enthusiasm of the northerners. They smiled and listened to my New Year's greetings, and rolled out an idle wheelchair to me.

I thanked you again and again and went back downstairs with my wheelchair.

The two people in the room were already dressed and stood in the living room, and they were all in a daze when they saw me come back.

I put the wheelchair on the ground and looked at Xi Zhuo: "Take off your coat."

"Son, what are you doing?" my mother asked.

I said as I walked to the back room: "Mom, where is the coat my grandfather left here last time, it's brown."

Although my mother didn't understand what I was going to do, she was still habitually obedient, and went to her closet to take out the clothes I mentioned.

Xi Zhuo seemed to understand the general idea, and after I threw the coat to him, he began to put it on, put on the hat and mask I handed over, and wrapped up the wide scarf.

I bet this is the dirtiest Shi-joo has ever worn.

Looking at his only exposed eyes, I lightly helped him put on the brown sunglasses in my hand: "Okay, let's go."

My mother suddenly realized the expression, and looked at me with a troubled face, as if asking, is it necessary to do this.

Of course, I can't let Xi Zhuo come here at risk all the way and fail. He came here without telling the truth, and he has to leave without telling the truth.

When he got downstairs, Xi Zhuo sat in a wheelchair as soon as he left the unit, although he said he could move forward by himself.But I still followed closely.

It was my mother who insisted on coming down, but after she got down, she was not active, and asked her which supermarket she wanted to buy, she said whatever.Walking at the end, I didn't speak all the way, I looked back from time to time, trying to figure out her mood.

Xi Zhuo was sitting in the wheelchair as quietly as a mountain. I wondered if he disliked his current appearance, but this was the safest way of travel that I could think of in a short time.

I teased him: "Take out your acting skills, just pretend to be dementia, and everything will go smoothly, do you believe it?"

Xi Zhuo's voice through the scarf was a little unclear: "Xin, I'm thinking whether I should hold a bowl in my hand, and if you put me on the flyover, I can also perform a show by the way."

I couldn't help laughing out loud: "Good idea."

"Are you willing?"

I pursed my lips and smiled: "I can't tell."

Xi Zhuo sat upright and took out his mobile phone to threaten me, saying, "Then I'd better call the driver waiting at the hotel to pick me up."

I looked down and saw Carat on the screen of his mobile phone, and felt uncomfortable: "Aren't you going to raise another one?"

Xi Zhuo shook his head: "No more, they can't accompany me to the end."

I couldn't see him being disappointed, so I squeezed his shoulders, but I couldn't hear the sound of my mother's high-heeled shoes, so I quickly looked back and saw that she was talking to an acquaintance.

"I've been here before." Xi Zhuo said, pointing to the front.

It was the fork in the road a few years ago, my jaw was aching, and I nodded.

Xi Zhuo continued: "At that time, I came to this city to participate in a brand launch event. After the event, I was in a hurry to go to the airport, but almost all the roads except here were impassable."

I took the call: "Because of the college entrance examination that day, many road sections are closed."

Xi Zhuo suddenly crossed his mind, looked ahead, and asked me seriously: "What did Bai Yang tell you?"

In the past two days, because my mother was here, I didn't have any selfish words with Xi Zhuo. He must have only known the general idea of ​​Bai Yang looking for me, but not the details.

I kept silent, not wanting to be like a vengeful lunatic viciously trampling on their friendship that has been inseparable for many years.

"I couldn't get in touch with you, so I had to ask Du Teng who lives with you. After learning that you resigned, I called the HR department to confirm." Xi Zhuo said calmly, "They said that Bai Yang told you to expedite your resignation. Yes, I just realized what happened. It should be the day I set off to join the team. He said he forgot to bring something and asked someone to take me to the airport first. If I knew he was going to look for you, I would definitely not allow it .”

I smiled bitterly: "You know his original intention is correct."

"But I can't forgive him forcibly pulling you away from me. I know that some things will be made public one day, but it's disrespectful for him to intervene without me."

My heart flustered, what should I disclose?

"Let's go," my mother chased after me and complained, "Why don't you go say hello, that's Aunt Wang who used to live across from our house, you forgot?"

I was still immersed in the conversation with Xi Zhuo, and replied weakly: "Forgot."

After arriving near the large underground supermarket, I asked my mother to go in to buy things. I pushed Xi Zhuo and continued walking in the opposite direction.

I feel uneasy for no reason.

I never wanted Xi Zhuo to lower his status to love me before, but now I wish he was just an ordinary person.There aren't that many people who pay close attention to him and are madly obsessed with him, and he doesn't have to hide in the crowd, and he doesn't show up in ridiculous ways.But he already loves me very much, why subconsciously I still want more.

I actually learned greed and selfishness in love.

Walking among pedestrians, I don't worry about those inadvertent glances, because Xi Zhuo's current appearance can't be seen as him at all. What I worry about is what he said before.

I chose to leave when faced with the hidden danger of passive disclosure of his sexual orientation. I can't imagine what it will be like if he actively discloses his sexual orientation one day.

I think we should talk.

I pushed him all the way through the crowds and walked more than 200 meters. After crossing the crosswalk, I slowed down and walked into the small park in the middle of the street.

Passing by old grandpas playing chess and drinking tea, passing by young people sketching, passing by crazy children, passing by naughty dogs running around.

I stopped by a stone chair, and I tried my best to look as comfortable as taking an old man out to bask in the sun. After sitting down, I looked at Xi Zhuo, who was in a wheelchair beside me, and asked a question. I was always afraid of putting pressure on him. I never asked. The problem.

"Brother Zhuo, what shall we do in the future?"

Xi Zhuo bypassed the scarf and pulled off the mask to reveal his mouth and nose, and pulled down his glasses with his fingers: "You finally asked me on your own initiative."

I stretched out my hand to hold his hand that was removing the disguise, a little nervous: "What are you doing?"

With a wave of his arm, Xi Zhuo lifted the blanket covering his legs, and stepped on the ground to stand up: "I'll tell you what to do."

I quickly got up and clasped his shoulders, forcing him to sit back on the wheelchair: "Just say what you say, I'll listen."

Xi Zhuo held my hands and put them on his chest, looking up at me behind him, the dazzling sunlight shone on his three-dimensional, half-hidden face, showing dazzling warmth.

He gave me the answer I least wanted.

"Cheng Ming, have you ever thought about coming out to the world with me?"