The ascetic uncle and his little shou

Today, the teenager is in a happy mood. There is only one class in the afternoon, and after the class is over, the National Day holiday will be officially released. The thought of going home tomorrow makes me feel very refreshed. After class, I will stay on the playground to play with my classmates.

"Qingyu! This way!" Han Kejie waved to him, and the young man Shou passed the ball to him quickly and accurately.

A few young guys couldn't stop when they touched the ball, and they shouted for a while after playing, and sometimes the girls who were onlookers played harder, and each of them secretly competed.

After a game, several people sat back to back on the bottom box of the basketball hoop, drinking water and chatting.

At this moment, the young man received a message from his uncle: "What are you doing?"

The young man put down the water in his hand, took a short video of the basketball court and sent it to the uncle, with the text: "I'm playing, a farewell game with my friends."

The uncle didn't reply to him again, and several people clapped their hands and suggested another game. The young man was dragged to play before he had time to look at the phone information again.

This time the young man was beaten very beautifully. He gave full play to his excellent jumping ability and hit the ball three times in a row. With his hands in his trouser pockets, he carefully caught the figure on the court with his eyes.

At the end of the last round, several people gave each other a high-five. At this time, no one was fighting to win or lose. They greeted each other, took a rest, and dispersed early if they had something to do.The onlookers basically left, but the uncle was still standing there. He saw the young man sitting alone on the bottom box of the basketball, looking at his mobile phone, swiping a few times and putting it down, then looked up and was still laughing there. The slapstick Han Kejie.

The uncle took out his mobile phone and called the young man, who was connected within two seconds after the young man heard the ringtone.

"Uncle~ Are you off work?" The young man shou bowed his body, holding the phone close to his ear with one hand, and drew a few circles on the ground with the other hand hanging down.

"Qingyu, look to the left." The uncle said gently, and decided to give him a surprise.

As soon as the young man turned his head, he saw a man standing ten meters away from him. The man was standing under a camphor tree with thick branches and thick leaves. He had a deep and elegant demeanor, and looked at him tenderly.The wind in the evening can bring the fireworks in the hut with the smell of food, the noise and laughter of the children outside the wall, a lonely and warm, quiet and suffocating mood of life, and... love.

The uncle hung up the phone, put away his cell phone, and walked towards the boy who had been left blank.Seeing the man walking towards him, the young man turned his head excitedly, staring at him with embarrassment, looking at the sky and the green plants beside him, with a smile on his lips.

The uncle walked up to the boy, stood in front of him, supported the basketball hoop with one hand, bent down, and rubbed the boy's hair.

"You, why did you come here suddenly?" The young man asked in a low voice. The little Zhang Yang who was on the court just now is not there at all, and he lowered his head and looked at the ground docilely.

"I miss you, I can't wait to see you, and I want to take you back tonight." The uncle pinched the boy's chin to make him look up at himself.

The young man playfully played with the tie on the uncle's neck, and said with a smile: "Then I will go to the dormitory later and bring down the packed luggage."

Han Kejie walked over with the basketball in his arms, and when he turned around, he saw that there was a man in the seat where Hu Qingyu was sitting just now.

"Qingyu, let's go, let's go eat." Han Kejie took a piece of paper from his jacket pocket and wiped the sweat from his forehead carelessly, and said while wiping.

"Xiao Ke, I might have to go home early." The young man stood up and helped hand him Han Kejie's own water.

"Ah?" Han Kejie stopped and looked at Hu Qingyu. At this time, he saw the man in the suit again from the corner of his eye. After careful consideration, he suddenly realized that it was no wonder that he thought this man looked very familiar.

The uncle recognized Han Kejie, stood up and said hello, Han Kejie responded with a smile, and patted the young man on the shoulder while praising the uncle.

When it was dark, the young man dragged his luggage to find the uncle's car, and the uncle was already waiting for him in the car.

"It's cold at night and you don't know how to wear a coat before going out?" The uncle handed his coat to the young man Shou. The young man accepted the coat, put the luggage in the trunk, and got into the co-pilot.

"What do you want to eat?" The uncle fastened his seat belt, took out a piece of Li Xingji's osmanthus cake from his suit pocket, and gave it to the boy.

The boy shou tore open the package, took a bite, it was sweet, sweet and soft, "I miss their pastries so much! Why don't we go to their house to drink vermicelli soup, just have soup dumplings, and bring two more by the way." Take a box of pastries and go back."

"Okay, but I don't know if they still sell soup dumplings at night. Many people eat steamed buns in the morning." The uncle started the car, went home, and stopped by Li Xingji to have a meal.

The young man shou leaned on the chair, staring at the side face of the uncle who was concentrating on driving. After a while, his eyelids slowly drooped, and he fell asleep with a smile on the corner of his mouth.