Mr. Dong Guo

"At least let me go and see the child."

In the afternoon, Guo Qiyu suggested again.

As the start of school time approached, Meng Xiaoyan's flattery could no longer be obvious. He hoped that Guo Qiyu would nod and go to City A with him.

Guo Qiyu didn't let go of his mouth for a long time, and Meng Xiaoyan's calm face kept suppressing a sense of restlessness.

When Guo Qiyu spoke like this, Meng Xiaoyan paused slightly with his fruit-cutting hand, but remained calm.

Seeing that he was silent, Guo Qiyu knew what this silent silence meant.

Meng Xiaoyan's condition was right there, Guo Qiyu finally let go after gritting his teeth for so long.

"I'll go to City A with you." Guo Qiyu felt his teeth hurt and his cheeks hurt, but he stood there and frowned when he saw the ecstasy flashing in Meng Xiaoyan's eyes.

Reckless, unscrupulous!

At this moment, he was finally convinced that he had retrieved a wolf.

"Then let's go see him tomorrow." Meng Xiaoyan came over and fed him a piece of fruit. Guo Qiyu avoided picking it up, and Meng Xiaoyan was not angry. He then planned, "It's best if we transfer him to another hospital tomorrow and talk to us directly." Let's go to City A together."

"no!"

Guo Qiyu rejected him straightforwardly. Seeing that Meng Xiaoyan's expression was not very good, he explained: "The doctor said that he will observe there until October."

"It's all in the nursery anyway, where is it different?" Meng Xiaoyan's voice was gloomy.

Guo Qiyu felt a little tired, and didn't want to argue with the naive boy anymore, so he waved his hand, "How could this be the same?"

"..."

Seeing that Meng Xiaoyan was about to have another attack, Guo Qiyu quickly comforted him: "I will stay in City W until October, and then I will come to City A."

"You won't come." Meng Xiaoyan looked at him and said as if he was dead.

Guo Qiyu kept compromising, "I will come, you believe me, but I don't want to live in Meng's house."

This was the first time he talked about this issue with Meng Xiaoyan directly, and it seemed that he had mentioned a little bit of his own wishes, which made his words more credible.

Meng Xiaoyan raised his chin, "Of course I don't live in Meng's house. We live outside. I'm already optimistic about the house."

Guo Qiyu didn't want to worry about where he got the money from and when he prepared it. He just nodded in confusion, and then returned to the topic just now, "So can I wait until the child can be discharged from the hospital?"

Meng Xiaoyan was silent, staring at Guo Qiyu with wolf-like eyes.

Guo Qiyu closed his eyes and heard Meng Xiaoyan's hoarse voice say: "I don't believe it."

Guo Qiyu's figure flickered, and the relationship between them suddenly fell to this point, which was nothing more than their own paranoia.

Meng Xiaoyan knew his temperament, but he didn't know anything about the child he had managed to bring up.

Now that I have suffered so much, I know a thing or two.

But looking at his deep eyes, Guo Qiyu was still puzzled. This confusion made him question what step he made a mistake in the first half of his life, leading to such an unsolvable dead end today.

"Unless," Meng Xiaoyan's eyes were deep, warm yellow lights reflected in his eyes, and there seemed to be a faint flame flickering deep in the pupils, "you sold this house."

"..."

Guo Qiyu opened his mouth, then closed it again, fixedly looking at the plate of neatly cut apples in Meng Xiaoyan's hand, before they started to oxidize, Guo Qiyu seemed to have seen the end of them turning yellow and rotten.

"it is good."

It was a very soft sound, but Meng Xiaoyan caught it sensitively.

His hand holding the fruit plate trembled a little, he knew too well what kind of person Guo Qiyu was.

Guo Qiyu gritted his teeth and bought this small, narrow one-bedroom and one-living room at such a difficult time. It was his home, the place where he took root.

As long as he still has such a small house in W City, Guo Qiyu's heart will never leave with him, and he will always come back here.

Even if you spend your whole life here.

He knew that Guo Qiyu would also look into his eyes, with some puzzlement and firmness, "My home is here, why should I leave?"

Meng Xiaoyan put down the fruit plate, and tightly hugged the man who looked lost.

"It's okay, it's okay," he comforted, "I already have a house in City A, we will live there, you will be fine, your home will be there."

He had earned the house himself.

Ever since he learned about stocks from teacher Cheng in the cram school, he has been very interested in this high-risk and high-reward way of making money.

On his birthday that year, he wanted Guo Qiyu to come back, just to let the man see that he opened an account in the name of a man, and secretly embezzled Guo Qiyu's savings, making a small fortune, only two thousand or a few hundred yuan. But for them who were in distress at the time, it was already a lot of income.

Just didn't have time.

Later, he opened his own account, but the stocks he bought for Guo Qiyu still continue to invest.

Even when he transferred back the money he secretly embezzled and used the money he earned to make a fortune in the stock market, he still didn't have time to tell Guo Qiyu.

The Meng family is very generous. I heard that he is interested in stock trading, and they put a lot of effort into cultivating him. On the one hand, it is for future succession, and on the other hand, it is for the face of the Meng family.

Meng Xiaoyan didn't expose it, he let them give him money, and he partnered with a few friends from the same background to do many things.

The aristocratic families behind them all opened the way for them, generously giving them resources and talents.

The first thing he did when he had money was that Meng Xiaoyan bought a house in City A with all the money. It had three bedrooms and two living rooms, and it had a big balcony.

"I haven't renovated that house yet." Meng Xiaoyan hugged him, with a little expectation, "You can choose a style you like when you go. If you are afraid that you have nothing to do, you can watch the decoration. From now on, it will be ours. home."

Guo Qiyu leaned in his arms docilely, without speaking.

His gaze slanted, and it happened to be a somewhat worn-out two-person sofa, covered with a sofa cover that Guo Qiyu pulled cloth to make himself.

The sofa for two is second-hand.

In fact, many things in this room are second-hand or even third-hand.

It looks old, the color is not so new, and the wood paint of the TV cabinet is a little mottled.

In order to prevent the wooden paint from falling off, Guo Qiyu even thought of a way to glue the raised parts of the paint leather with transparent glue, but Guo Xiaobei, who didn't know why, thought it was glued in the wrong place, and he was at home the next day , A person silently tore off all the transparent glue.

Along with that is the large piece of wood paint.

Everything here is neatly arranged, and Guo Qiyu himself doesn't remember how long it took.

I just remember that when I came in, because I bought a house and had no money to decorate it, he and Guo Xiaobei brought quilts and slept in the empty living room for more than two months before finally having the money to buy a bed and a bed. tables and chairs.

He remembered that on the first night when he moved in, he and Xiaobei were curled up in the bed. He asked the child "Is it cold?" and the child only opened his black eyes, and replied, "It's not cold, we will be here from now on." home?"

"Yes," Guo Qiyu still remembers his proud tone at that time, "I bought this place, and this is our home."

He also remembers the small "yeah" of the child and the bright eyes when he was excited.

How many families should a person have in his lifetime?

Guo Qiyu pushed away the excited Meng Xiaoyan, "You can't lock me up like this anymore."

He put one hand on Meng Xiaoyan's shoulder, and stepped back a little, "Otherwise, I really called the police, and it is illegal to confine him without authorization."

Meng Xiaoyan smiled, "I won't. We'll go see the child tomorrow, and then we'll find an agent to put the house up."

Guo Qiyu glanced at him, turned around and walked into the bedroom, before Meng Xiaoyan could catch up with him, he closed the door firmly.

With his back against the door, he heard Meng Xiaoyan walking up and down the living room excitedly, and finally picked up the phone. He didn't know who to call, but he heard that he was asking if there was a call from an agent.

Guo Qiyu couldn't take it anymore, went back to bed and pulled up the quilt.

After a long time, Guo Qiyu had fallen asleep in a daze. Meng Xiaoyan knocked on the door, as if he knew that Guo Qiyu had just closed the door but not locked it.

"Dad?" he called softly.

"Hmm...huh?" Guo Qiyu half-closed his eyes, feeling a little annoyed.

"Do you want to wash your face?"

"No washing." The man frowned and turned over.

"It's better to wipe it off, you sleep."

After a while, Guo Qiyu felt a warm towel gently wipe his face. It was only the end of August, and there was no air conditioner in the room, only an electric fan.

Guo Qiyu was disturbed by the gentle wiping and was no longer sleepy.

When Meng Xiaoyan gently pulled away his pajamas, he opened his eyes, sat up, and pulled the clothes back, covering the purple hickeys all over his body.

Meng Xiaoyan was not disappointed either, leaned over, turned back Guo Qiyu's face that was trying to hide away, and kissed gently, "I'm sorry, Dad, I did it before."

For so long, Guo Qiyu has never been out of the house. Guo Qiyu is alone at home, and Meng Xiaoyan is worried, so every time he asks the delivery man to buy some daily necessities or vegetables. He is very generous and will give more money.

After the delivery man got acquainted with him, the two almost reached a consensus.

At home, Meng Xiaoyan would study his own things, while Guo Qiyu would sleep.

Sometimes when I wake up, I can see Meng Xiaoyan still frowning, staring at the series of numbers with a serious expression.

But most of the time when he woke up, Meng Xiaoyan was already fiddling around, asking for a kiss.

It doesn't matter whether the opening is forced or semi-forced.

Anyway the ending is the same.

The two of them rarely communicated with each other, Guo Qiyu didn't want to talk to him, and Meng Xiaoyan was not a talkative person.

Sometimes throughout the day, the house is silent except for basic conversations, and sounds from the outside world sometimes come in through the walls.

Guo Qiyu just lay on the bed and listened quietly, in a daze.

In any case, the traces on Guo Qiyu's body never dissipated, but Meng Xiaoyan frowned unconsciously when his body became thinner and thinner.

Even though he suppressed his nausea, he ate all kinds of food that Meng Xiaoyan stipulated must be finished.

This is not the first time Meng Xiaoyan said sorry to him. From the cold eyes and snort at the beginning to the indifference now, Guo Qiyu only felt that every pore in his body was aching.

It seems that there are such thin needles, one by one pierced into the pores, and then along the blood, all pierced into the heart.

"Don't say sorry."

It is not difficult to expect to see surprise from Meng Xiaoyan's eyes, this is the first time he responded to him.

Guo Qiyu stood up, ready to take a bath.

"Too fake."