The ascetic uncle and his little shou

He Ping was sitting on the sofa with his wife, one of them was holding a plate of fruit salad, and the other was thinking about eating a few pieces secretly. He Ping had just tasted a piece of peach when he was attracted by a knock on the door.

"Wife is waiting, I'll open the door." He Ping took out a tissue and wiped his hands, then trotted to open the door.

"Qingyu?" He Ping didn't react when he saw the young man standing at the door.

"He, Uncle He." The young man lowered his head, not knowing what to do.

He Ping didn't say much, and took the young man in. The young man sat on the sofa with his hands down, his head bowed, and he didn't say a word.

He Ping's wife handed the fruit salad in her hand to the young man. The young man saw the grapes inside, ate one, and then lowered his head after eating.

He Ping sat aside, looked at the boy Shou who had changed his hairstyle, and nodded meaningfully.

"Argued with Lin Ruixing?"

"Well, that's it." The young man twisted his fingers. After walking around the street just now, he couldn't stay in a hotel without his ID card. A few of his good friends either went on a trip during the summer vacation or went back to their hometown. Few took him in for a night, and finally the boy Shou completely lost his mind.

"Oh, when was this hair dyed?" He Ping scratched his head, thinking that he still had black hair the last time he saw the young man.

"Just, just now." The young man was suddenly not very confident about his new hairstyle. To be honest, he hadn't looked at his hairstyle very carefully. He just took a look at it in the barber shop, and then went to the street. After a while, it will be at He Ping's house next.

He Ping "puchi" laughed out loud: "So, this is your silent resistance? Hahaha... If Lin Ruixing found out, I don't know what expression he would have, hahaha." thumbs up.

"Is it ugly?" the young man asked cautiously.

He Ping shook his head, dragged the boy into the guest room, and said to him: "You can spend the night with me tonight."

"That, Uncle He." The young man pulled He Ping who was about to go out.

"Huh? What's wrong?"

"Don't, don't tell him I'm here. I'll go back tomorrow." The young man pleaded.

He Ping nodded, with an expression of "I understand, I understand", then waved to the young man and went out.

At night, the young man was lying on a strange big bed, but he didn't fall asleep, and he was still very energetic until the second half of the night.Turning on the phone, it was past three o'clock, and the uncle still hadn't sent him a message, let alone a phone call.

The young man took off the ring on his hand, turned on the night light by the bed, sat up and looked at it, if it wasn't for this ring, he would doubt whether he and the uncle were finished.

The young man saw the circle of marks left by the ring on his ring finger through the dim light, and silently scolded, "Bastard." Everyone knew who he was scolding.

The boy Shou was not a late-night player after all, so he fell asleep in the end, but after not sleeping for a few hours, it became bright outside, and there was another knock on the door of He Ping's house.

"Who?!" He Ping came out of the bedroom with a yawn, his head was blurred, and he opened the door without thinking.

The uncle stood indifferently outside the door, wearing a simple white T-shirt and sports trousers, as if he had just finished his morning jog, with one hand in his trouser pocket and the other holding his mobile phone.

"Why are you here? It's early in the morning."

"I'm looking for someone."

"Who is it?" Before He Ping could react, the uncle had already entered the house.

"Hey, I'm looking for someone, right? The guest room, go by yourself." He Ping pointed to the direction, walked to the side helplessly, thinking to himself, I didn't tell him anyway, he came to the door by himself.

The uncle pushed open the door, the young man was still asleep, the hair on his forehead was a little messy, and his brows were slightly frowned.The uncle walked over and saw the young man was taken aback for a moment, and then picked him up. The young man was still wearing the same clothes as yesterday, looking downcast and helpless.

The young man felt someone hugging him in his sleep. This feeling was very familiar. He forced himself to open his eyes and saw the uncle.

Opposite the uncle was He Ping, and the uncle asked him, "What happened to Qing Yu's hair?"

He Ping shrugged and replied, "Ask him yourself." He Ping saw the boy Shou whose eyes had been opened in the uncle's arms, stuck out his tongue at him, and said, "I didn't invite him, he came by himself."

The uncle looked down and saw the awakened boy Shou, thanked He Ping, and carried him away.

The boy Shou sat in the co-pilot with messy hair, and the seat belt that the uncle fastened for him fixed his body obliquely on the seat. The boy Shou was not in the mood to sit upright again, and looked forward helplessly.

After a long time, while the uncle was waiting for the red light, the boy Shou finally said, "You want me to think more about myself, don't you?"

The uncle turned to look at him, but didn't speak.

"However, the most important thing in my heart is you, and only you." Hu Qingyu's family and love in his life are all condensed on a man named Lin Ruixing, and this man is the only one he can feel joys and sorrows.

Time seemed to stand still, but the scenery outside the car window flashed frame by frame, and neither of them spoke.

"Please believe me, in this world, the only one who can make me do this is you."