So you are such a president

During the Qingming holiday, Lin Wenxiu took Cheng Qingrong back to his hometown.

As Lin Wenxiu's grandmother and Yan Wen's mother, in essence, grandma still cares about Lin Wenxiu very much, but the way of caring is somewhat unacceptable.

But after putting this matter aside, the old man is still very enlightened.

Before Lin Wenxiu went to his grandmother's house, he specifically asked Cheng Qingrong for advice.

"If you mind, we won't go." Lin Wenxiu held Cheng Qingrong's hand, "Madam is more important."

At this time, Cheng Qingrong had just had an in-depth exchange with Professor Lin, and his soul was trembling with comfort, so he naturally said nonchalantly: "What's the matter, go on vacation!"

Cheng Qingrong regretted it the next day.

Sure enough, a man can't just promise something in bed.

To this, Cheng Qingrong deeply protested: "Professor Lin, you are using your beauty to seduce me!"

Professor Lin was very innocent: "I don't have any."

Cheng Qingrong was so cute that the other party's word 'Ya' couldn't find him, and he was already in the car when he came back to his senses.

"Miscalculation, miscalculation." Cheng Qingrong regretted it.

It's not that he really harbors grudges against his grandmother. After all, he has entrusted Lin Wenxiu with all his love, and naturally he also loves his relatives, even if this relatives wanted to break them up at the beginning.

But Cheng Qingrong doesn't mind, he really doesn't mind, he has won Lin Wenxiu's love, so what else does he care about.

He was just afraid that his grandma would hate him, and it would only be more difficult if Lin Wenxiu was caught in the middle.

He didn't want to embarrass Lin Wenxiu, not at all.

Although Lin Wenxiu was a little unfamiliar with his grandmother because of Cheng Qingrong's affairs, this person was his grandmother after all, and he did have some business to go to his grandmother's place, so he took Cheng Qingrong with him during the Qingming holiday. The two of them traveled lightly and arrived at the gate of grandma's house in the misty rain.

After the two entered the door, grandma was sitting under the eaves reading a book. When she saw the two of them, she took a special look at Cheng Qingrong. Lin Wenxiu subconsciously turned her body to block Cheng Qingrong.

"Grandma." Knowing that grandma's ears are not good, Lin Wenxiu raised his voice, "I'm coming to see you."

Grandma stood up with a smile on her face. She took Lin Wenxiu's hand and looked at him carefully: "My dear grandson, you have lost weight."

Cheng Qingrong stepped out from behind Lin Wenxiu, and he stood beside Lin Wenxiu, with a polite expression on his face, and presented the gift he brought: "Grandma."

Grandma nodded, but she didn't make things difficult for Cheng Qingrong, she didn't see anything unusual on the surface, she pointed to the back room: "Put it in, it's tiring to hold it all the time."

Cheng Qingrong smiled: "Okay."

Lin Wenxiu couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

After lunch, Lin Wenxiu and Cheng Qingrong chatted with grandma for a while, and soon she was exhausted and went back to her room to rest.

Lin Wenxiu took Cheng Qingrong around this quiet small village.

It's Ching Ming Festival at this time, the drizzle has stopped, and the weeping willows on the roadside have pulled out their tiny branches and leaves. Looking around, there is a piece of green.

Lin Wenxiu and Cheng Qingrong walked side by side on the path, feeling refreshed.

Cheng Qingrong stretched his body slightly, and turned his head to look at Lin Wenxiu.

Lin Wenxiu was wearing a light gray sweater, with a clean white shirt protruding from the inside, and the buttons on the collar were neatly buttoned, so that Cheng Qingrong's eyes had no chance to take advantage of it.

"The environment here is pretty good." Cheng Qingrong took a deep breath, with a faint fragrance lingering on the tip of his nose, "Grandma living here is good for her health."

Lin Wenxiu nodded: "Let's go back."

Cheng Qingrong followed Lin Wenxiu and returned to the small courtyard with blue tiles and red walls.

Grandma hasn't woken up yet, and the whole yard is quiet.

Lin Wenxiu grabbed Cheng Qingrong's hand and led him into a room.

Lin Wenxiu brought Cheng Qingrong to this room before, and it was the room he lived in when he was a child.

When Lin Wenxiu took Cheng Qingrong to his grandmother's house for the first time, Cheng Qingrong once found an iron box under the bed, which contained his past.

In other words, pretending to be the past of the two.

The room was tidy and clean. Although Lin Wenxiu had said that he would not rest here tonight, the bed was still covered with clean sheets and a new quilt cover.

The windows are old-fashioned wooden windows that open outwards, with transparent glass installed to make the whole room bright.

Under the window is a somewhat dilapidated wooden table, on which are pictures of Lin Wenxiu when he was a child.

Lin Wenxiu picked up the photo frame, and the child inside pursed his lips. Although his eyebrows and eyes were exquisite, he was as cold as ice.

Cheng Qingrong stood beside him, leaning slightly on him: "I didn't see these photos when I came last time."

Lin Wenxiu smiled slightly, he laughed much more now than before, but Cheng Qingrong always felt that his smile seemed to have some deep meaning.

"I asked my grandma to show it."

Lin Wenxiu reached out to pick up another photo frame, besides Xiao Lin Wenxiu with an immature face, beside him was a little boy, thin and small, who also stubbornly leaned in front of Lin Wenxiu, pretending to be next to him, leaning slightly he.

It's exactly the same posture as the two of them now.

Cheng Qingrong couldn't help adjusting his posture. He stood up straight and looked over. Lin Wenxiu still had this photo, which made him feel a little secret like joy and joy. Pretending to be confused: "Who is this, who looks so ugly."

Lin Wenxiu gave him a sideways look: "I was pretty ugly when I was young."

Cheng Qingrong groaned secretly: "It's...not so ugly."

He carefully looked at himself when he was a child, his hair was sparse and his complexion was very dark, especially his head, he looked like a monkey, standing next to Lin Wenxiu, like his little follower.

It seems... really ugly...

No wonder Lin Wenxiu always didn't like to take care of himself when he was a child.

Lin Wenxiu said indifferently: "But it looks pretty when you grow up."

Ok?

Cheng Qingrong instantly became alert.

what happened?

who is it?Who dares to impersonate him!Obviously he is standing here!

But when Cheng Qingrong saw the faint smile on the corner of Lin Wenxiu's mouth, he understood everything in an instant.

"Ah! You already knew it was me! But you kept holding back." Cheng Qingrong was a little helpless, "I didn't expect Professor Lin to be quite dark."

Lin Wenxiu shook his head: "No, I only found out about it some time ago."

Lin Wenxiu opened the drawer, and the iron box hidden under the bed was properly received by grandma.

Grandma is showing her affection to the two in this clumsy way.

He opened the lid, revealing the contents.

A letter, some candy, and a dried wildflower.

Cheng Qingrong looked at these familiar things, a smile appeared on his face, and he turned to look at Lin Wenxiu.

The other party held the letter in his hand.

"When you left, you said you would come back."

Cheng Qingrong said, "So you still remember."

Lin Wenxiu said earnestly: "Of course I remember, I will keep my promise."

"But it's also very stupid." Cheng Qingrong took the envelope. The glue that had been pasted on it had dried up, and the seal of the envelope was warped. He poured out a thin piece of paper from inside.

It was a letter he wrote to Lin Wenxiu nearly 20 years ago.

"Now that I'm back, I can read this letter."

Cheng Qingrong's expression became serious. He stood in front of Lin Wenxiu like a reciter.

Lin Wenxiu only heard him say in a soft but comfortable voice: "My fate is divided into two stages, before I met you and after I met you.

You cure my depression and then give me joy.

The joy after the melancholy overdraws all the passion savings in my life.

Want to drink some wine to make the soul weightless so that it can be blown away by the wind.

But when I think that I will be your passerby in the end,

I feel that I have become a passerby in the whole world.

No matter how strong the wind is, it bypasses my soul. "

Thank you for liking me.

(End of the article)

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