As long as everyone gives a little love

Cheng Zi has always wanted to raise a cat, and Lu Shenxing felt that he must be dreaming, "The cat's hair will fall everywhere, not to mention the smell, and the paws will pick up stool, sofa, bed, table, coffee table, everything in the house It probably has paw prints on it."

"...Forget it, pretend I didn't say it." Cheng Zi's hairs stood on end.

A few days later, Cheng Zi got two goldfish back from nowhere, but they didn't arrive in half a month. The fish's eyes widened, their belly bulged, and they ascended to heaven, because he fed too much.

Lu Shenxing, who came back from get off work, put his briefcase on the sofa, took off his suit and went over, and reached out to touch Cheng Zi's jet-black hair, "My condolences, please."

The corner of Cheng Zi's mouth twitched, he closed the fish tank and continued to see the two fish off.

In order to catch up with work, Cheng Zi no longer works from nine to five, and often works overtime. It is common to stay up until three or four in the morning. The working hours are chaotic. He often drags home tiredly. Lu Shenxing has already fallen asleep, and he didn't even say a word superior.

The reduction in time spent together made Cheng Zi feel uneasy, he refused the boss's persuasion, quit his job and joined a real estate company.

When Lu Shenxing knew about it, he asked strangely, "Why don't you come to my side?"

Cheng Zi didn't say, he thought about it seriously, and went to search the good and bad of both husband and wife working in the same company, and finally decided to choose another way out.

"Go and get a few bags from the study." Lu Shenxing didn't ask any further questions, and was busy changing clothes and going out.

Cheng Zi took the things, and the two went to Cheng Tiandao's house for dinner.

"Lao Qi, don't blame the big brother for speaking badly. When you get old and don't have a junior, who will take care of you?" Cheng Tiandao frowned and took a sip of white wine. "Really plan to go to a nursing home to be a widowed old man?"

Lonely old man?Lu Shenxing's facial muscles twitched, "Brother, I am a family man, and I have a wife."

"My little one will grow old one day." Cheng Tiandao stared at him.

"When he gets old, I should have gone to see King Hades." Lu Shenxing smiled.

"..." Cheng Tiandao listened to the other party's indifferent tone, as if going to see the king of Hades was the same as meeting the old king next door.

"If you have a child, you have expectations, and if you have hope, you are complete."

Cheng Tiandao had a lot to say before he saw his son looking at him with dark eyes, and he looked away guiltily.

Cheng Zi, who came over, glanced at the wine glass on the table, "Dad, what did the doctor say?"

"You can't drink." Cheng Tiandao coughed, "Dad was happy that your uncle came, so he took a sip."

He secretly winked at Lu Shenxing, but Lu Shenxing pretended not to see it.

"Okay, Dad promises not to drink." Cheng Tiandao surrendered unwillingly under Cheng Zi's gaze.

In the first ten years of Lu Shenxing and Cheng Zi's marriage, Cheng Tiandao fell ill and didn't even know anyone. Fang Wen was by his side to serve him, eat and drink.

Cheng Xiaomi, who is already in elementary school, is well-behaved and sensible. When she sees Lu Shenxing, she will sweetly call her uncle, and when she gets naughty, she will lie in his ear and whisper sister-in-law.

Lu Shenxing was grabbed by her hand and dragged to the room, saying that she wanted to see the painting.

"This is Dad, and this is Mom." Cheng Xiaomi giggled, showing her missing front teeth, looking cute and serious like a little adult, "This is me." She smiled again, "And there, This is brother and uncle."

Lu Shenxing glanced at the painting that Cheng Xiaomi was holding. The faces of crooked people in it were painted in colorful colors, and there were small trees, the sun, and a small river beside them.

This is a children's world, clean, simple and beautiful.

"Uncle, why doesn't my father know me yet?" Cheng Xiaomi pursed his mouth and poked the first dwarf with his fingers, his voice very aggrieved.

Lu Shenxing rubbed the little girl's face and wiped away the tears. He had seen too much birth, old age, sickness and death, he was numb and hard to be touched.

In a room downstairs, the old man on the bed was in a trance, muttering something, the crooked mouth was dripping, and was wiped away by the handkerchief stretched out.

"Xiao Zi, Auntie can't take this money."

Fang Wen pushed away the card that Cheng Zi handed over, "Your father has worked hard all his life, and he still has a lot of savings, which is enough for us."

"Then treat it as my big brother and give it to Xiaomi." Cheng Zi put it in Fang Wen's hand, turned and left without waiting for her to say anything.

Fang Wen raised his hand to wipe his eyes, hey.

Four years later, Cheng Tiandao left, and Cheng Zi was in a meeting that day, when he heard Cheng Xiaomi's gasping cry, and dropped the pen in his hand.

It was about four years of days and nights that wiped out Fang Wen's hopes and sorrows. She peacefully participated in Cheng Tiandao's funeral. Only Cheng Xiaomi called her father in a hoarse voice.

Lu Shenxing was wearing a black suit that blended into the umbrella in his hand. Standing beside Cheng Zi, he looked at the person on the tombstone with an indescribable feeling.

"Old Seven, Big Brother is gone, why don't you take it seriously at all?" Old Three said angrily.

Lu Shenxing's eyes were dry, and there was no obvious sadness on his face. It was indeed easy to give people the illusion that he was here to attend a stranger's funeral.

The sixth son Cheng Tianyuan frowned, "Third brother, the seventh son is just not good at expressing himself."

I thought he was cold-blooded, the youngest curled his lips, glanced at the tombstone, and called his wife and children to leave together.

Lu Shenxing took out a handkerchief to Cheng Zi, and he sighed, "How old are you, wipe your nose."

Cheng Zi lowered his head and picked it up, twisting his nose in a muffled voice.

As soon as his wife left, Fang Wen's life centered on his daughter Cheng Xiaomi. He raised her to go to college, taught her to be a human being, and was grateful.

Cheng Xiaomi has her own family and loves her husband and lovely children. The old Fang Wen finally no longer has any worries and walks quietly.

Life is inseparable from joys and sorrows, some people cry, some laugh, there is death, and there is new life.

In the second year after Fang Wen left, Cheng Xiaomi became an elderly mother. She intended to adopt the child to Cheng Zi, but Cheng Zi refused without hesitation.

"I don't want to share him with anyone."

Cheng Xiaomi was stunned for a moment, she would never understand the love of my uncle for her brother, it was too extreme, and my uncle never rejected it, as if he had been used to it for several lifetimes.

Once when Lu Shenxing and Cheng Zi went on a trip, they met Wei Ni's family of three. When they talked about the pictures in the sketchbook back then, Cheng Zi pursed his lips and smiled.

"Then why didn't I think of it at all?" Wei Ni was speechless because of his rough nerves.

Cheng Zi stared at the man who was fishing by the river with his back turned to him. He didn't even realize it. When he found out, there was no way out.

In the evening, Lu Shenxing noticed that the person in his arms was moving around like a loach. His breath was suffocated, and he hugged Cheng Zi sideways from behind, and the two of them sweated profusely under the quilt for a long time.

The stock was completely gone, so Lu Shenxing went to the side of the road the next day to be a good boy who handed over a penny to the police uncle.

Year after year passed, Lu Shenxing was so old that he could barely walk, he was still in this world, Cheng Zi and their family were real, and the tasks and system seemed to be his dream.

Cheng Zi's greatest wish in his life was to raise his uncle at home and make him depend on him. At the age of 49, he finally got his wish.

When spring comes, people tend to get sleepy. When they wake up, they don’t know when it is. The birdsong outside is one after another, noisy and continuous.

Lu Shenxing huddled under the blanket in a daze, and smelled the aroma of steamed buns.

"Uncle, get up and have breakfast."

Cheng Zi wiped the table back and forth twice with a rag, came in with millet porridge and white steamed buns just out of the pan, and gently stirred the bowl with a spoon to dissipate the heat on it.

"Uncle?"

With a light weight, the quilt was lifted, and Lu Shenxing squinted his eyes and put on the clothes that Cheng Zi had put on the bed early in the morning, and went to the bathroom to brush his teeth and wash his face.

There was no mirror in front of the sink, which was requested by Lu Shenxing, because he didn't want to see a wrinkled old man in the mirror at all.

"Uncle, the porridge is getting cold."

Cheng Zi's voice sounded outside, Lu Shenxing wiped his face away, "You don't have to go to the company today?"

"Today I will be at home with you all day." Cheng Zi bent his lips under Lu Shenxing's strange eyes, "Today is your birthday."

"Nephew, thank you for not mentioning your birthday." Lu Shenxing rolled his eyes.

The corner of Cheng Zi's mouth twitched, "Uncle, you really don't have to worry about what you will look like when you grow old, you already look very..."

Before those words came out, Lu Shenxing stuffed a steamed bun into his mouth.

After eating the porridge that Cheng Zi fed, Lu Shenxing looked at the birdcage hanging on the door. Someone would cook when he was hungry, and someone would add clothes when he was cold. He had lived these days for many years.

Longevity noodles have been boiled many times, and they are already proficient. Cheng Zi picked up a noodle with chopsticks and put it in Lu Shenxing's mouth, "Don't bite it off this year."

"Could it be that if I eat a whole whole one, I can really live a hundred years?" Lu Shenxing was paying attention while eating noodles, slurring his words.

Cheng Zi's hand stopped, and he lowered his eyes and held up the chopsticks seriously, without moving.

He said he would stay with Lu Shenxing for a day, and he really stayed by his side all day long, keeping his eyes on him.

After dinner early in the evening, Cheng Zi brought water to soak Lu Shenxing's feet, and after a while he put his feet in it himself, rubbing against Lu Shenxing like before.

Lu Shenxing pressed the back of his instep, and stared at the replay of yesterday's football match through reading glasses, "Be good, don't make trouble."

"I checked, and the result is three to one." Cheng Zi said slowly.

"..." Lu Shenxing.

Displeased by this matter, Lu Shenxing didn't take care of him until he went to bed.

Cheng Zi reached into Lu Shenxing's thinning white hair, pressed his fingertips against his scalp, and combed it gently.

"Don't touch it anymore, it will fall off." Lu Shenxing took Cheng Zi's hand off the pillow.

"Uncle, let me tell you a story." Cheng Zi lay beside him and said with his head propped up, "Once upon a time there was a kitten who liked to eat fish very much. One day it went for a walk by the river and saw a fish lying on the ground. On the bank of the river..."

Lu Shenxing's thoughts became more and more serious, and he fell asleep in Cheng Zi's gentle voice.

"The kitten fell in love with fish, and they lived happily together." Cheng Zizai kissed Lu Shenxing on the forehead, and said softly, "Good night, uncle."

In the middle of the night, I could vaguely hear the sound of wind and rain, and wondered how many peach blossoms had fallen from the peach tree in the yard.