Mr. Dong Guo

Sitting in the back seat of the car, Guo Qiyu felt a lump in his head, but his consciousness was very clear.

He clearly remembered his decision to run away immediately when he learned that Mr. Meng wanted to thank him at the banquet.

He clearly remembered the scene when he went out, got lost, and was pushed into the fountain pool when he asked for directions.

I also remember when he came back, seeing his Guo Xiaobei take the brocade box, the old man of the Meng family warned him seriously.

He remembered that Mr. Meng had his eyes half closed, and a few words were like sugar and whip, and he couldn't help but disagree.

In the end, he still remembered that the moment Guo Xiaobei rushed out, he had the urge to take him away.

However, it seems that it is a good time for the young master to run out.

The servant came to urge Guo Qiyu, and didn't even let him tidy up his clothes. He took a coat of his own, put it on Guo Qiyu, and dragged Guo Qiyu out.

Sitting in the car, Guo Qiyu lowered his eyes and whispered: "Is it okay to say goodbye to him?"

At this time, the servant turned his face, showing some sympathy, and started the car, while whispering: "The future will be long."

Guo Qiyu closed his eyes and wrapped his coat tightly, feeling a little cold.

When we arrived at the airport, the servant changed the boarding pass and saw Guo Qiyu sitting alone in the empty waiting hall. He sighed slightly in his heart, but he still followed the old man's instructions and took out the check and put it in the boarding pass and documents. , handed it to him, and said, "Mr. Guo, please take care of yourself and take care of everything."

Guo Qiyu stood up and took it with both hands, "Thank you."

Then I have to take off my freshman year.

The servant hurriedly waved his hand, "No need, Mr. Guo, it's late at night, and you don't catch a cold anymore."

Guo Qiyu nodded.

The servant walked a few steps, and heard people behind him shouting again, he turned around, Guo Qiyu said with some gratitude, "Please remind Xiaobei to drink more water and take care of his health, okay?"

The servant froze for a moment.

Guo Qiyu paused and continued: "Xiao Bei, he may be very angry this time..."

"Don't worry, we will take good care of the young master."

"I'm sorry," Guo Qiyu suddenly bowed, "Thank you."

The servant was a little helpless, and finally said, "When the old man returns to the old house, the young master will be free."

Guo Qiyu opened his eyes slightly and smiled, "Thank you."

The servant didn't say much anymore, turned around and strode away, afraid that the people behind him would stop him again.

……

A few days later, the old man returned to the old house.

Before leaving, Meng Xiaoyan was called to the study and talked for about 10 minutes. No one knew what they talked about, but when they came out, the expressions of both of them were very subtle.

Meng Xiaoyan received a package from W City in the afternoon.

The only person who would still send him a package in W City was Guo Qiyu. Meng Xiaoyan took the package, which was very heavy, but he carried it up the stairs with difficulty.

Mrs. Meng wanted to come over to see what Guo Qiyu had sent, but Meng Xiaoyan closed the door.

Mrs. Meng's nose was sore, she knew that Meng Xiaoyan was blaming them for not showing up that night, after all, the old man is a man or not a god, even if she helped him, the old man would not say anything.

But people always have selfishness.

Mrs. Meng hid in the room, watching through the crack of the door that Meng Xiaoyan was noisily looking for his grandfather, and then chased him out like crazy.

Finally stood outside for a long time before coming back.

Meng Xiaoyan did not move back to his own bedroom, but always lived in the guest room where Guo Qiyu and him lived together.

Mr. Meng had no choice but to ask someone to change the room, wanting to change the lighting and decoration.

Unexpectedly, Meng Xiaoyan strongly opposed it before he started to do it. He dropped the bowl on the spot, stared at Mr. Meng and Mrs. Meng coldly, "Don't touch my things."

The old man was still on the table, and the atmosphere cooled down.

In the end, it was the old man who spoke leisurely and said, "Xiao Xiao is right. Although you are the parents, you have no right to touch his things."

Mr. Meng and Mrs. Meng looked ugly, but they had no choice but to respond.

Meng Yuwen glanced at Meng Xiaoyan who sat down to eat again in surprise, but he didn't say anything, and began to think silently in his heart.

No one can touch Meng Xiaoyan's things.

But Meng Xiaoyan can clean up by himself, throwing the laundry into the basket at the door every day, sweeping out the garbage, and tidying up everything by himself.

When Mrs. Meng passed by his room, she took a look through the crack of the door and felt that the inside was in good order, but she was still a little worried that the child would become more withdrawn if it continued like this.

It was the same today, Madam Meng felt sour against the tightly closed door.

Meng Xiaoyan, who was inside the door, had no scruples about the feelings of the outsiders at all.

He was carefully opening the package along the sealing line with a knife, and he even read the mailing list three times carefully. It was Guo Qiyu's handwriting, which was beautiful and powerful, but when he pulled it, the ending always trembled.

He wrote Meng Xiaoyan, but he wrote Guo Xiaobei in parentheses.

Meng Xiaoyan touched those three words and suddenly wanted to cry.

The package contained some of his previous clothes and books, but now Meng Xiaoyan no longer needs them. Every day someone would make several sets of his clothes for him and put them at the door, and Meng Xiaoyan would choose them himself.

As for books, he has his own study room, and he only needs to make a list regularly and order people to buy them.

Finally, his annual birthday present.

Meng Xiaoyan also carefully observed whether there was any damage during transportation.

The unfinished Garfield CDs were neatly stacked in a box, and Meng Xiaoyan took them out one by one to read.

At last he found a small cloth bag among the piles.

It should have been sewn by Guo Qiyu himself, and the workmanship was rough. Meng Xiaoyan opened it and saw that it was a passbook with 2 yuan in it.

There is a piece of paper in the passbook.

"Xiaobei, this is a passbook, and the password is your birthday. When you return to Meng's house, be polite, but don't wrong yourself. Remember to drink plenty of water and eat more, as well as vegetables, milk, and eggs. In short, you should be happy , to be happy, to grow up safely and healthily——Guo Qiyu."

Meng Xiaoyan held the paper and sat there for a long time. After the paper was wet with water and became soft, Meng Xiaoyan realized that he found another glass plate and pressed it flat on the bottom. He read it over and over again, tirelessly sketching Follow Guo Qiyu's strokes when he wrote this letter.

Finally, he put these things away, and dragged out a large box from the deepest part of the wardrobe.

Inside were the clothes and luggage that Guo Qiyu didn't take when he left last time. Meng Xiaoyan stored them in a vacuum, and didn't even dare to open them, fearing that Guo Qiyu's aura would just disappear.

He put everything in carefully.

Especially the passbook, he put it in a brocade box alone, and also put a pack of desiccant and a mothball in it.

In the end, he left Garfield's ultimatum.

During dinner, Mrs. Meng tried to bring up this topic, "Xiao Xiao, did Mr. Guo send you something?"

Meng Xiaoyan nodded.

"What is it? I saw a big bag."

Meng Xiaoyan thought for a while and said, "It's nothing, it's my old stuff, he sent it to me."

Mrs. Meng was a little unhappy, she felt that Guo Qiyu did this on purpose.

She put down her chopsticks, "Old things are useless, mom can take you to buy new ones."

Meng Xiaoyan suddenly felt full, and put down his chopsticks, "He told me to be polite, learn to love you, understand you, I hope you don't make this matter more difficult."

It's not like a 12-year-old child said something. Mrs. Meng only had one thought in her mind.

But Meng Xiaoyan had already left the dinner table.

He turned around and said, "Dad, thank you for buying me the VCD player."

Mr. Meng froze for a moment, looked at him, and Meng Xiaoyan said "thank you" again with a sincere expression.

Mr. Meng nodded, "It's okay, Dad will buy you whatever you want in the future."

Meng Xiaoyan replied obediently, "Not for the time being, thank you Dad."

It only takes a moment to switch between angels and demons.

Meng Xiaoyan went upstairs and returned to his room.

In fact, the room was still modified. Within the scope of Meng Xiaoyan's permission, some objects were added, and a door was opened to change the room next to this guest room into Meng Xiaoyan's study.

Meng Xiaoyan attends classes here during the day, and the teacher is a tutor specially hired by Mr. Meng.

Mr. Meng believes that his son must not lag behind others, so he plans to wait for next spring to enter junior high school and be a transfer student.

A few months ago, top tutors were invited to tutor Meng Xiaoyan.

Although on the first day of tutoring, the tutor told Mr. Meng that his son's level can basically enter the first grade of junior high school.

Mr. Meng was not surprised, he did not expect that with the little tutoring time and low-quality tutoring courses in W City, Meng Xiaoyan could reach the level equivalent to his school age.

Should it be said that he underestimated the cram school in W City or Meng Xiaoyan?

With a wave of Mr. Meng's hand, several top tutors held a meeting to discuss again, and tailored a study plan for Meng Xiaoyan.

Mr. Meng hopes that his son can go to the first grade of junior high school with the level of high school education.

"Xiao Xiao, what do you think this is?"

Mrs. Meng had a box in her hand when she entered.

Meng Xiaoyan took it over, "Mobile phone?"

"Nokia" was written on the box. Meng Xiaoyan opened it and saw that the gray body still had a sliding cover.

"Yes, Xiao Xiao, you can use it to contact us when you go out to play in the future, and we can find you too!"

Meng Xiaoyan glanced at Mrs. Meng, then softened his voice, "How to use it?"

Mrs. Meng was a little excited, "I, mom will teach you."

Mrs. Meng is very patient. Meng Xiaoyan has also seen someone use it, and was curious about what it is. Today, it is in his hands, and he also feels a little strange.

When he returned to the room, the first call he made was the landline in Guo Qiyu's company.

There is no landline installed in their home, and generally no one looks for Guo Qiyu at all.

After ringing three times, he picked it up, and the sweet female voice asked him who he was looking for.

"I'm looking for Guo Qiyu, the leader of the Accounting Group [-] of the Finance Department." Meng Xiaoyan said calmly.

"Okay, please wait a moment."

It seemed to be a transfer, and after three seconds, the voice on the phone changed.

A gentle male voice with confusion on the opposite side gave a soft "Hello".

Meng Xiaoyan was silent.

The man said "Hello" again, and said, "Hi, may I ask if you are..."

"Guo Qiyu, you don't want me, and you don't want me..."

The child stood in the room and whispered, eyes drooping, looking straight at the ground. It was a long sleeve left by Guo Qiyu with suspicious stains on it.

"...Xiao Bei?"

"But I miss you so much, and I want you so much..."

Meng Xiaoyan picked up the dress, rolled it up with one hand and put it under his pillow.

"If you want to miss me, a little."

The author has something to say: the moon on the fifteenth day is sixteen round, so I still say Happy Mid-Autumn Festival...