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The clock at the lower right corner of the screen unknowingly pointed to five o'clock. Haisheng stretched his waist and picked up the water glass beside him. The inside was already empty, with only a drop of residual water rolling up and down with his gestures.

Walking through the living room with slippers on, Shen Zhanhe curled up on the sofa with his knees in his arms and stared at the baseball game on TV. The baseball cap on his head was pressed low, revealing only a pair of motionless black eyes. Yellow potato chips.Haisheng grinned at the corner of his mouth, leaned over, and forcibly smacked the opponent's head. When he was pushed away by the child, he picked up a piece of potato chips and threw it into his mouth, crunching it.

"I was too busy watching TV, did I finish my homework?"

Zhan He was still curled up in a ball on the sofa, and said in a low voice, "Today is Saturday, there is a ball game, and I will write tomorrow."

Haisheng didn't know why he laughed straight away, and when he passed through the kitchen door, Shen Zhanhe turned his head and looked at him curiously, but before he could take a closer look, the screen commentator shouted: "Strike!" The line of sight drew back.

Haisheng bent down, opened the refrigerator door, and poured water. The bright yellow refrigerator was empty. He shook the milk carton, which was only half left, and couldn't help turning his head, looking in the direction of the living room.

"Little boy, isn't your Uncle Dong here?"

He didn't expect the child to give an answer, so he subconsciously took out his phone and glanced at it, but Zhan He replied slowly while gnawing on potato chips: "Uncle Dong is so handsome, he will definitely be too busy with dates on weekends."

"Yeah, he probably finally caught up with his dream lover who has never melted for thousands of years." Haisheng smirked and said, "What do you want to eat tonight?"

Only then did Shen Zhanhe raise his head, looking at him with sparkling eyes, but before he could say, "The refrigerator is empty, you have to go to the supermarket with me." These words instantly hit him like a banana under the rain.

"No." Zhan He bit his nails sullenly, and continued to watch TV.

"Hey, did your mother send you to my house so that I could be your uncle? Hey, it's not cool to stay at home and watch TV on the big weekend." Haisheng walked up to him and lifted his hat, and went on. Rubbing his black and soft hair felt quite good. Holding the teacup in one hand, he took a sip in satisfaction, with a smile on his lips.

By the time the two of them headed slowly to the neighborhood supermarket, and then slowly walked out with their bags in their hands, it would be getting late.Haisheng stuffed his phone, which had no audio, back into his trouser pocket, and looked at the sky, "Look, it's going to be dark soon, if you have to finish watching the game."

Zhan He put the plastic bag together in one hand, straightened the baseball cap on his forehead with the other hand, and was about to refute, when the sky suddenly thundered, thick clouds rolled, and in a blink of an eye, it rained the size of peas .

Haisheng immediately pulled up the kid and rushed into the rain: "Hurry up and run, we won't be able to go back after a while."

The two walked through the gloomy street, and the people around them also scattered to the alleys and rushed into the buildings, and it was completely dark.

When it was seven or eight o'clock, Haisheng took a long time to put the food on the table. Zhanhe lay on the sofa with his belly spread out, his hat was thrown aside, the bag of potato chips beside him was already empty, and there was a small bag beside it. Haisheng frowned and glanced at the snacks he ordered: "Oh, I only remember the snacks, and I don't want to eat the rice. Don't blame my parents if I don't grow taller in the future."

"Aren't I hungry?" Zhan He rubbed his stomach slowly, walked to the table and sat down, first lowered his head and took a sip of the soup, then carefully glanced at Hai Sheng.

After a while, he quickly lowered his head and glanced at Haisheng's face.

"Hey, do I have freckles on my face? If I don't eat well and just look at me, it's possible that I'm fascinated by my uncle's handsomeness."

Zhan He made an expression that wanted to vomit but couldn't.

He lowered his head and continued to drink the soup cautiously, and said in a low voice, "You are the best at narcissism. My mother mentioned to me that she is quite worried about you."

Haisheng looked at Zhanhe, and waited for him to continue, but the kid lowered his head and ate and picked up vegetables slowly, but he didn't say much, Haisheng felt his chest tight, and he also lowered his head and took a mouthful of soup.

"Look, Uncle Dong knows that he is dating the man of his dreams. My mother is really worried about you. You are a middle-aged widow, and you will be promoted to a widowed old man in ten or twenty years, alas."

Zhan He didn't understand why that sigh stuck the mouthful of soup in Hai Sheng's mouth so hard that he couldn't move forward or retreat, and it took him a long time to swallow it slowly.

Isn't this good, it has to be like your mother got married quickly, then got divorced, and kept busy looking for a partner, you know, this is a different pursuit of life.

Zhan He looked up, "But my mother said that parting is also a process of falling in love. If you don't experience parting, how can you learn to be mature?"

Don't listen to the crooked ways your mother taught you, be good, don't learn from your mother.

Before going to bed, Haisheng was lying on the bed with his mobile phone, thinking about whether to send Youdong a message and ask.

Seven years ago, since his mother fell ill that year, Youdong got the news from nowhere. Every Saturday, carrying a lot of food, he knocked on the door of his house. After dinner, he watched TV while he drew pictures in the study without disturbing each other. Sometimes, if he was free, the other party would stay overnight in the guest room.

The habit of the past seven years has been rain or shine, and it is unshakable, and it has never stopped during the New Year and festivals.That night, Haisheng played poker with Shen Zhanhe, and his heart was still beating non-stop. He thought it was the other party coming from the outside, but it turned out that the rain was getting louder, and the thunder and lightning seemed to darken the night. The entire city was completely shattered.

He edited the good news, but before sending it out, Ye Rou sent a bunch of pictures over there.

Haisheng opened it curiously, and one by one was slowly displayed under his fingers. They were all young men, with different expressions, a little fat and a little thinner were still within the aesthetic range.

He moved his fingers up little by little, and saw a line of small words on the top: You are not too young, it's time to find a godfather for Zhan He.

Hey, since these two women are colluding to force him into marriage, what do you mean you should find a godfather for Zhan He? Isn't Lao Tzu a godfather or a godmother?

Haisheng suppressed the oppression in his chest, tried his best to calm down his breathing, and finally edited a piece of information under his fingers slowly:

The eighth from the bottom, you are always staring at me, whether you are an adult or not, I think it is actually quite suitable for your Zhanhe.

Haisheng just looked young.

The next morning, the sky cleared up, and the sky after the rain was extraordinarily fresh. Haisheng watched Zhanhe finish his cereal together, and the kid who patted his chest yesterday and swore that he would definitely do his homework today pointed to the blue sky outside the window with a sad face.

The weather is so good, people will get moldy if they stay in the house, and they have to play ball with their classmates.

Haisheng pretended to be embarrassed for a while, and finally released the bird in the cage to fly out.

He stayed in the kitchen by himself to clean up the dishes, looked out the window at the clear blue sky, and suddenly felt that he was just like what the children said, if he stayed at home for another second, mushrooms would appear all over his body.

Perhaps in the past few years, the other party came to the house unshakably. Although it was just for dinner, when they had nothing to say, the two of them would avoid talking and become strangers. Jhin, the emptiness and loneliness in his bones are suddenly awakened, writhing and eager to try.

As if he was going to swallow the whole person, Haisheng, who was squatting in the entrance to change his shoes, thought.

Taking advantage of the good weather, he came to the riverside in the outskirts of the city. The spring breeze melted into rain, and the weeping willows were swaying in the hazy mist. Ten years passed like smoke.

He was once immature and young like Zhanhe, but he has grown rapidly over the years, and he has grown into a careless appearance. Haisheng looked at his blurred reflection in the water, thinking about what he looked like standing here ten years ago.

In fact, he doesn't relax often. If he has something on his mind, he can tell Ye Rou all he can, so even when he was a student, in the eyes of others, there must be a secret love between the two, but after all these years, Hai Sheng I finally understand that it is impossible for the two of them to develop any relationship other than friends when they are trash cans for each other. At least, no sensible person in this world can fall in love with a trash can. Knowing each other too well, there is no sense of mystery, but you can't develop any imagination other than friends.

In seven years, when his mother was ill, Haisheng also came here as usual. At that time, just like now, he felt something in the world around him slowly changing its shape in a corner that he couldn't see. But it is difficult to assume any effective defensive posture to resist all changes.

I can only walk in the spring breeze and look at the world in the tender green wicker swaying in the breeze. The four seasons of the year, the cycle of reincarnation, season after season, keeps turning.