I quietly watch you play

Although Jiang Xiaoqi forwarded all the power outage notices of the property to Huang Zhizi, probably because he was afraid that sending them directly to Zhou Wei would have negative psychological hints and make him nervous, but he forwarded the itinerary for returning to Danyang to Zhou Wei.

Jiang Xiaoqi's return trip was scheduled for the night of the 3rd, a red-eye flight, he waited for Jiang Zhen to fall asleep before rushing to Bitan Airport, and it was already early morning of the 4th when he flew to Danyang.

During the New Year's Day holiday, there were two power outages in the line renovation near Dan University. One was in the early morning of the 2nd, and the other was just in time for the period from 4:[-] to [-]:[-] on the [-]th.

Huang Zhizi didn't understand why Jiang Xiaoqi asked her to buy an emergency light. Anyway, she wouldn't believe it if she stayed up all night to work hard for Zhou Wei, but she obeyed the order and obediently bought one and came back with enough power to plug in Zhou Wei.

Except for Xiao Qi, no one knew that that night Zhou Wei smiled like an idiot in the studio holding the emergency lamp. First, he cast Xiao Qi's shadow on the wall and let it kill each other for a while, and then couldn't help it. Joining the Phantom Legion, one person and one cat scratched so much that Xiaoqi couldn't get enough energy to drink milk until noon the next day.

In fact, Zhou Wei's claustrophobia is not so severe that it is uncontrollable. As long as he is not in a narrow and closed space like an elevator, he is usually just a little uncomfortable and will not have obvious physical discomfort.

He didn't talk about this problem very much. When he was a teenager, his family knew about it. Now he seldom takes the elevator alone. He prefers to climb the stairs for a distance of one or two floors like an old house.

Not mentioning it for a long time, everyone including himself has somewhat forgotten it, but Jiang Xiaoqi saw it once and remembered it as an important thing, and spent a lot of thought to avoid letting him in the dark.

For example, this emergency light, such as the succulent bonsai that looks like a will-o’-the-wisp, or Jiang Xiaoqi’s family’s electric fireplace that has an emergency lighting function for power outages.

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Jiang Xiaoqi came back from the airport by taxi, and when he opened the door, he deliberately lowered his voice, although he didn't expect that Zhou Wei would really sleep on the sofa at his house.

Sometimes the more things you look forward to in your heart, the easier it is for your subconscious to classify them as unrealistic dreams, so that it is easier to accept when the reality fails.

The entire neighborhood was temporarily cut off from electricity, and the window was pitch black as if he was in a vast wilderness. Only the corner in front of him was warm and alive.

The red light from the emergency lighting of the electric fireplace reflected on Zhou Wei's porcelain-white cheeks, and he was as beautiful and moving as a blooming ink jade.

Because of the interruption of heating caused by the power outage, the temperature in the room was slightly lower than usual, Zhou Wei was curled up in a blanket, hugging a cushion tightly, like a hibernating dormouse.

Xiaoqi lay on top of his head, sleeping soundly with her buttocks facing outwards between the soft armrest and the soft hair like a cloud of ink.

Jiang Xiaoqi was carrying the cold winter air all over his body, and drenched his sleeves with the cool night breeze, but it instantly warmed up the sleeping person and cat at home.

He leaned the suitcase against the door, took off his coat and boots to cool off, and then quietly walked into the living room. He warmed his hands and first dug Xiao Qi out of the sofa, then squeezed and sat down on top of Zhou Wei's head.

Being stingy for no reason disturbed a good dream and didn't wake up right away. Probably the smell on the excrement shoveler was familiar to him. He just kicked his feet and scratched Jiang Xiaoqi's lapel a few times, and fell asleep again with his head tucked into his arms. .

Zhou Wei also moved in a daze, and leaned up to pillow Jiang Xiaoqi's leg, breathing evenly for a while and then calmed down again.

Jiang Xiaoqi supported the kitten with one arm, and put the other lightly on Zhou Wei's shoulder. The night was silent and the fire was burning. He was like a nouveau riche guarding his windfall, reflected in the depths of his pupils by the heatless fire. greed and possessiveness.

His thoughts can't always be hidden from the darkness, because those desires have the same attributes as the darkness, and they are destined not to be seen directly by the sun.

Zhou Wei only slept soundly on his lap for a minute or two, then suddenly woke up without warning, with a daze entangled in dreams: "Brother Seven? You're back...you just got off the plane..."

He muttered to get up: "Go wash and sleep..."

"Shhh, go back to sleep," Jiang Xiaoqi pressed his shoulders to let him lie down again, "It's easy to work and rest normally once, and you won't be able to fall back asleep after you wake up."

He lightly patted Zhou Wei's body a few times, the rhythm was very slow, like putting a child to sleep.

"I fell asleep on the plane, so I just want to sit for a while." Jiang Xiaoqi was afraid that he would not feel at ease, so he added breathlessly, so that his clear voice would not feel so eye-catching, but instead had a soothing sound effect.

Zhou Wei closed his eyes again.

His habit of napping in the evening and early morning was corrected a lot by Jiang Xiaoqi during this period, he could almost sleep for seven hours at night, but he rebounded after moving back to the high-ranking building in the past two days.

Jiang Xiaoqi raised his eyes and saw the carefully framed painting standing on the fireplace. The wrinkled and mottled rice paper was stained with various oil paints, and there were many cat paw prints and Zhou Weili's finger prints. It was Xiao Qi Dao's studio Evidence left that day.

Turning around again, there is another painting on the wall of the dining room, which is Xiaoqi's watercolor painting of catching his tail.

But none of these are as good as the portrait in the corner of his studio... Jiang Xiaoqi thought, if one day Zhou Wei was willing to paint him face to face, he would be able to stare at him without any scruples, and he would also be able to rule out everything being stared at by him intently .

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When Zhou Wei woke up, the electric fireplace was already warming. The bathroom lighting that had not been turned off before the power outage cast a ray of light through the half-closed door and quietly fell on the floor. The heavy curtains blocked the skylight.

Everything is just the right amount of comfort, safety, warmth, and indulgence.He moved, and his pillow moved accordingly, Zhou Wei's eyes curled up and closed again, pretending to be asleep.

"Fake it when you're awake?" Jiang Xiaoqi's voice carried the same chaos that just woke up, with an inexplicable sex appeal, "Why don't you change a leg? I want to keep stepping on the gas pedal for this—"

Zhou Wei hugged the pillow and shrank down, giving up Jiang Xiaoqi's leg.

Jiang Xiaoqi got up, just halfway through the stand, he leaned forward to support the coffee table, and fell to sit on the gap in the floor.Zhou Wei hid half of her face behind the cushion and laughed out loud.

"Your breakfast is gone."

Zhou Wei was still smiling: "It's okay, I'll go to Jiehui to pack pimple soup for you to drink, and I don't dislike you even if you're limping." His brows were half covered, with a shy narrowness.

Hey, Jiang Xiaoqi couldn't help laughing, one leg was so numb that he didn't feel it, but there was a flower blooming in his heart, this feeling is very strange.

Jiang Xiaoqi tucked the blanket for Zhou Wei, and turned off the hoarse wake-up bell on his watch: "You can be lazy, I'll go and see if there is anything else to eat."

"You don't have to go to school today." He pushed himself up, stepped on his right leg hard, and the numb feeling gradually turned into a clear tingling pain.

"Today is the 4th." Zhou Wei thought that his uncle must be confused.

"It's the 4th, no school." Jiang Xiaoqi took out an envelope from the drawer of the porch cabinet, put it on the edge of the coffee table that Zhou Wei could easily reach, and turned to go to the kitchen.

Jiang Xiaoqi stood in front of the refrigerator with the double doors wide open, the cold air hit his face, and then the kitchen door behind him was knocked open, and the hot air hit his back.

Zhou Wei's whole body was already hanging on his shoulders like a cloak: "Brother Seven, I'm so happy!"

He held two VIP invitation tickets for the contemporary art exhibition of Huaxia Art Museum in his hand. This was the first time someone took him to see an art exhibition.

Jiang Xiaoqi was almost bumped into the refrigerator by him, he found a carrot, knocked on Zhou Wei's head with it to signal him to roll off, then took out two eggs and started cooking.

"It's time for Xiaoqi to have a baby—"

"I'll go rush!" Zhou Wei took the initiative to take on the responsibility of being a nanny, and ran out to find the cat all over the house.

Jiang Xiaoqi heard him running upstairs and downstairs, his footsteps were as brisk as drumbeats, but he couldn't find the foodie, so he stood in the middle of the living room with a spatula in his hand: "Xiao Wei, it's time to eat—"

meow~

Xiao Qi stretched his waist and poked out a small head from behind the curtain, with his nose narrowed down, he meowed at the bottle.

Zhou Wei picked it up with one hand, held it in his palm bitterly, and reprimanded: "You shouldn't be called by your name, isn't it very rude! You just know how to eat it!"

Seeing Jiang Xiaoqi turn back to the kitchen, Zhou Wei stuffed the pacifier into Xiao Qi's mouth, hissed and said, "Xiao Wei is your father and I, remember? You are not allowed to promise, not for dinner... sing you a song? Listen ..."

Jiang Xiaoqi came out with fried noodles, Zhou Weizheng was sitting cross-legged on the sofa, shaking his body to feed Xiao Qi, while humming a gentle song.

With a contented smile on his face, his face was radiantly reflected by the morning sun, and his eyelashes shone with fragments of light, like a flower in the wind that cannot be broken by any wind and sand, like a piece of water that cannot be infected by any turbidity. Jade.

Such a good weekend, people can't help but want to pick it up with their own hands and collect it carefully. It is best not to let anyone covet and pry.

"Xiao Wei, it's time to eat—"

Xiaoqi paused for a second while sucking on the pacifier, staring at the innocent big eyes and clawing at the few remaining bottles.

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The museum opened at [-] am, and they were the first batch of visitors. There were not many visitors in the morning on weekdays, and the exhibition hall seemed very empty, which is suitable for careful appreciation.

Jiang Xiaoqi's exposure to fine arts was purely a professional need, and his interest in calligraphy and painting works was limited, so Zhou Wei looked at those series of paintings and series seriously in front, and he watched Zhou Wei seriously in the back, being the audience for his comments.

Jiang Xiaoqi answered a phone call halfway, and when he came back, Zhou Wei was waiting for him at the same place.

"Are you skipping class too?" Zhou Wei asked.He thought that Jiang Xiaoqi was able to spare half a day to accompany him to see the art exhibition because the course arrangement of graduate students was relatively free, and he just happened to have nothing to do during this half day.

Jiang Xiaoqi raised his arms and led him to continue walking forward: "Yes, I will always be with you, so I should be educated to some extent."

Zhou Wei glanced at him thoughtfully, lowered his head, and put his hands in his trouser pockets: "The Jiang family thinks I'll cheat you?"

"Most people are willing to believe what they see with their own eyes, isn't it yours?" Jiang Xiaoqi walked side by side with him, and the smooth marble floor in the art museum was as clear as thin ice, "Maybe let others do what they want, so that you can live better Some, I thought you already understood this truth."

Of course, Zhou Wei understood very early on, as early as he hid outside Zhou Lei's door and heard the conversation about junk food, those preferences and cares he once thought were squeezed by him like the chocolate space cup in his hand smash.

After that, Zhou Wei would still happily take all kinds of junk food from Ji Qing and hide them like treasures, and those empty packaging bags and candy wrappers would still appear in the trash can from time to time , It’s just that he never left a bite for his younger brother, nor did he eat a bite for himself, and all of them were flushed into the toilet.

He thought that Jiang Xiaoqi might also face a similar dilemma in the Jiang family. An illegitimate son with excellent academic performance and a young and threatening heir, he saved Jiang Xiaoteng, but the Jiang family might not tolerate him.

In this wonderful and grotesque world, they are like a pair of plants that use each other and accompany each other, accidentally entangled together to hide in a corner.

Zhou Wei stopped, and in front of him was a mottled reindeer with withered yellow and dark green. The reindeer's docile and desperate eyes were hidden in the withered fur, and the antlers stretched like branches were entangled with the surrounding dark green climbing vines and tree crowns. , as if born as one.

The reindeer raised its head slightly, as if such a small struggle made it extremely difficult. However, in the distance of its line of sight, it also occupies an almost insignificant corner of the frame, revealing the only different color of the scroll, which cannot be overshadowed by dense forests. Clear blue sky completely covered by shade.

The name of this painting is - Hope.

Zhou Wei walked closer unconsciously, they were the only two groups of spectators in the huge exhibition hall.

In the front, a man in a beige suit is pushing a woman in a wheelchair. The woman is wearing a woolen hat and mask gloves, and is also staring intently at the reindeer in the painting.

The man heard footsteps behind him and turned his head.

"Doctor Lin?" Jiang Xiaoqi greeted with a smile, "I really didn't expect to meet you here."

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