Let go of the past

The thick dark curtains completely cut off the sunlight. When the door was knocked, Ji Bing was still in a daze. He rubbed his temples and sat up when he heard Aunt Liu ask softly outside the door: "Master, are you healthy?" not comfortable?"

"No." He replied vaguely, his tone still sounding sleepy: "I'm already up."

I'm not sick, it's nothing more than lack of sleep.

He took Li Ziqing to the hospital for reexamination yesterday. During the process, he showed full patience and enthusiasm. He went through various projects, big and small. If Li Ziqing hadn't strongly opposed and resisted him later, he might have stayed in the hospital until dark .

As a result, after returning to the company, he was left in the meeting room all night long. If he hadn't been thinking about Li Ziqing at home, he would never have come back.

Yawning, he opened the door and walked out. Ji Bing went straight to Li Ziqing's room as usual. Halfway through, he caught a glimpse of the corner of the restaurant downstairs, and his sight was caught in an instant.

The morning sun poured in generously through the huge arched glass windows, and beside the square dining table not far away, two people were sitting in a strange but harmonious way.

The main seat at the end is of course Father Ji, and next to him on the left is Li Ziqing, who is sitting in a wheelchair. His jacket is a loose white turtleneck sweater, and the fine sunlight hits his black hair. When it is turned on, the whole person looks dignified and gentle, just like a young master who is not stained with dust.

Ji Bing's chaotic brain seemed to be thrown into the refrigerator in an instant, and his scattered thoughts returned to the furnace, and he turned around and walked downstairs with strides.On the way, he collided with Jiang Xiaomei who had just been cleaned up from Li Ziqing's room. The other party was caught off guard by a huge impact and almost fell to the ground. With a cry of surprise, Ji Bing grabbed his arm, still in shock. He yelled complainingly: "Master Ji Bing, why are you so anxious, your head hurts..."

Ji Bing quickly apologized, and under Jiang Xiaomei's bewildered gaze, he ran down the stairs, a small sound was heard by the two people at the dining table, but Li Ziqing turned a deaf ear to it, but Ji's father looked up, half smiling He teased: "I got up very early."

Ji Bing didn't bother to respond to him, Aunt Liu leaned out half of her body from the kitchen when she heard the movement, and hurriedly said, "Young master is up? Do you want breakfast?"

Ji Bing went straight to Li Ziqing's side, pulled out the chair and sat down, and replied, "Yes."

Aunt Liu happily turned around and went to prepare meals.

Li Ziqing was drinking porridge slowly with his head down. Under the shadow of Ji Bing covering him, his calm and quiet side face was delicate and quiet, and his white and thin face, which had just recovered from a serious illness, also showed a little under the care of Aunt Liu in recent days. The pampered ruddy, from Ji Bing's point of view, has a kind of attractiveness that makes people want to move.

"How did you get down?" Ji Bing didn't care about the other party's indifference at all, staring at his white earlobe and asked casually.

Ji's father took a sip of tea, his eyes fell on the tablet in front of him, and he said without raising his head, "I asked someone to move your brother's room to the first floor. He has trouble moving, and it's too dangerous to go up and down the stairs."

Ji Bing really frowned: "When did you move it? Why didn't I know?"

"Last night." Li Ziqing rushed over, looked up at him with clear eyes, "You came back in the middle of the night, naturally you don't know."

Ji Bing swallowed the words that I came back in the early morning, and his tone involuntarily slowed down, and said to Li Ziqing, "Then did you get used to sleeping last night?"

Li Ziqing had already looked away, stuffed a spoonful of porridge into his mouth, and answered a word perfunctorily.

While talking, Aunt Liu came over with a plate. The porcelain white plate contained scrambled eggs with butter and pan-fried bacon rolls. Two slices of soft toast were stacked, and finely beaten mashed potatoes were spread on one side. It was completely Western-style. breakfast.In the past, Ji Bing never refused anyone, so Aunt Liu tacitly agreed that he liked it, but today he looked at the meal in front of him, frowned, and asked, "Is there no porridge?"

Aunt Liu was taken aback for a moment, and asked a little apologetically, "Young Master, don't you like these?"

"No." Ji Bing said, "Occasionally I want to change my taste."

"Oh." Aunt Liu hurriedly nodded, "The porridge is specially made for the young master. If the young master wants it, I'll make another bowl."

Ji Bing smiled: "Please trouble Aunt Liu."

Ji's father put the tablet on the table, raised his watch and looked at it, and said to Ji Bing, "Don't be late for the seminar at ten o'clock in the morning."

"I know." Ji Bing replied expressionlessly.

Li Ziqing glanced at him, turned his head and said softly to Ji's father, "Dad, it's only 08:30, there's still time."

Ji's father looked at Li Ziqing, raised his eyebrows, a call came in from the mobile phone on the table, Ji's father smiled at him faintly, got up and went to answer the phone.

Ji Bing's mood was quite ups and downs, and finally he stopped at the crest of the wave, curled up his mouth and wanted to hum a little song, Li Ziqing was a little embarrassed by his sight, turned his head sideways, and his eyes fell on Ji's father on the table After more than half a minute, it seemed to be aroused by the content, and I couldn't help but crane my neck to look at it.

Ji's father hung up the phone in a few words, turned around, and met Li Ziqing's interested expression, walked over, reached out and tapped on the tablet, and asked him, "Do you understand?"

Li Ziqing looked like a child who had been caught, and replied awkwardly and cautiously: "...the formula is okay, but the others are a bit difficult."

With a smile on the corner of Ji's father's mouth, he looked down at Li Ziqing, but his next move surprised even Ji Bing. He stretched out his hand, like a loving old father, rubbed Li Ziqing's hair, and said gently: He said a more ambiguous sentence: "It's pretty good."

Ji Bing interjected: "What?"

Ji's father pushed the tablet between the two of them, and said indifferently: "The report from the German laboratory is very difficult to understand. You young people should study it."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and walked away gracefully, leaving the two people with their eyes facing each other. After a while, Li Ziqing staggered his gaze, "You can watch it alone, I don't understand these things."

"That's better than me." Ji Bing looked at him and chuckled, "I can't even understand the formula."

"How is it possible..." Li Ziqing retorted instinctively, came back to his senses, looked up and saw Ji Bing's half-smile expression, and hurriedly turned the wheelchair to leave.

He stretched out a hand and pressed the armrest firmly, looked into his eyes with deep eyes, but his tone was quite casual: "Anyway, you have nothing to do at home, these should relieve your boredom, study carefully, I will check when I come back at night homework."

After Ji Bing had breakfast, he went upstairs to change his clothes and came down. At this time, the door was opened from the outside, and the housekeeper led two people in, one old and one young. Each of them carried a brown leather suitcase and stood at the entrance, bowing slightly.

"Here we are." Aunt Liu greeted him, greeted him warmly, and said to Li Ziqing, who was near the flower stand in the distance, with a smile, "Master, these two are our family's personal tailors. Size, I want to make some new clothes for you."

Li Ziqing was taken aback for a moment, turned his head to look at it from a distance, and immediately shook his head: "I don't need to..."

"Master Ji Bing." The old tailor obviously came and went frequently, came over and greeted Ji Bing first, and said in a pleasant way: "I haven't seen you for a long time, but the clothes have been reduced a lot, and the clothes must not fit well."

Ji Bing was noncommittal, walked up to Li Ziqing while tidying up his cuffs, pushed the wheelchair down from the curved ramp leading to the corridor leading to the glass greenhouse, went to the center of the living room, and said to the tailor: "I'm not in a hurry, hold on to him first." Come."

"Okay." The old tailor smiled kindly, squatted down, looked at Li Ziqing, and said words of praise: "This young master is quite handsome."

"Then you can make some clothes that are worthy of him." Ji's father suddenly appeared and walked down the circular stairs slowly. The old tailor hurriedly straightened up and called out respectfully: "Hello, Mr. Ji." .”

The tailor's assistant behind him hurriedly greeted him nervously. Ji's father walked over and looked at Li Ziqing who was in the wheelchair. The sharpness in his eyes faded, and his tone was even more indescribably gentle. He said to him: "Don't be restrained. This is an old tailor. Basically all the clothes in the house are made by him. Just call him Uncle Zhou."

"How dare you." The old tailor quickly corrected, "Just call me Master Zhou, we craftsmen, it's only suitable for us to be called Master."

After he finished speaking, he turned to greet the assistant behind him, "Open the box quickly, don't keep the young master waiting."

Starting to work on the other side, Ji's father cast his eyes on Ji Bing and said to him, "You can go to the company with me."

"Okay." Ji Bing responded casually, but his eyes were still fixed on Li Ziqing. Seeing him uncomfortable being manipulated by people lifting his arms and legs, he felt a little uneasy, so he couldn't help but remind him: "Be careful of him." legs."

Li Ziqing cast his gaze over because of these words, his expression showed a bit of embarrassment and helplessness, he had never received such tailor-made treatment, and besides, he was sitting in a wheelchair, being manipulated like a doll, for a while Unable to adapt.

The old tailor measured his upper body, sighed, and looked at Ji's father in embarrassment: "Mr. Ji, you still need to help the young master to stand up a little bit, otherwise the measurement will not be accurate, and the clothes won't fit."

"Let me come." Just as Ji Bing said, a shadow flashed in front of his eyes, but it was Ji's father who walked over, directly stretched out his arms and dragged Li Ziqing's armpits, and lightly half picked him up from the wheelchair, with an incomparable smile on his lips. She said lovingly and gently: "Don't be afraid, touch the ground with your feet lightly, and Dad will support you."

Unfortunately, Ji Bing became the background board: "..."

Li Ziqing, who was completely stiff, crossed Ji's father's shoulders, and gave Ji Bing a look of astonishment, the old tailor skillfully measured the size, Ji's father put him back gently, and said flatly: "Okay. "

"Hey." The old tailor responded, and then turned to Ji Bing, "Master Ji Bing, too?"

Ji Bing nodded, blinked at Li Ziqing, stood in front of him and followed the tailor's instructions and raised his arms sideways. Li Ziqing was amused by him and couldn't help laughing. Just as he came back to his senses, he quickly looked away, by the way He raised his face very deliberately.

"It's getting late, hurry up." Ji's father went out first after finishing speaking, Ji Bing watched him go out, walked up to Li Ziqing, stretched out his hand and used exactly the same movement as his father just now, and gently lifted Li Ziqing from the wheelchair Hugged him gently, and under the surprised expression of the other party, he stuck it to his ear and whispered: "No, it's still too thin."

"Let go of me..." Li Ziqing struggled slightly.

Ji Bing smiled lowly, and said slowly: "What? Dad can hug, but brother can't?"

Jiang Xiaomei, who ran down the stairs with a change of clothes in her arms, bumped into Jiang Xiaomei from a long distance away, covered her face and looked through her fingers, and clicked her tongue twice meaningfully.

In the spacious interior of the car, Ji Bing and his father each occupy a row of seats, and the silence extends infinitely between the father and son who have always been indifferent.

After a while, Ji Bing looked back at the scenery outside the window, looked at his father who was looking at the documents, and said abruptly: "Dad, if you really want to experience the feeling of a father's kindness and filial piety, you can have another one with my mother. Don't hit Li Ziqing." idea, he's mine."

At this moment, Ji Mu, who is far away on the other side of the ocean: "..."

Ji's father looked up at him, his eyes behind the lens couldn't see any deep meaning, "You are enough."

As the night fell, Ji Bing got home again by stepping on the starlight, but fortunately it was not too late this time.

In the big and deserted living room, the heater was well turned on. Aunt Liu was dozing off on the sofa wearing reading glasses. When she heard the movement at the door, she quickly stood up and said in a low voice to Ji Bing who had just entered, "Oh, young master." , you are back."

Ji Bing took off his coat, confused by her startled tone, and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"

"The young master is waiting for you." Aunt Liu looked at him with accusing eyes: "Why didn't you come back earlier?"

Ji Bing missed half a beat, and hurriedly asked, "Where is he?"

Aunt Liu pursed her lips towards the fireplace not far away, "Over there, he kept refusing to sleep. I pushed him several times in the past, and he seemed to be asleep. As soon as he pushed the wheelchair, he woke up, and then said that he would wait for you to come back." You said that this child looks docile and docile, but when he becomes stubborn, there is nothing he can do..."

Ji Bing handed the coat to Aunt Liu, unable to restrain the ecstasy and excitement in his heart, he walked up the steps impatiently and walked towards the fireplace.

When he was about to approach, he purposely slowed down his steps. There was a thick layer of wool carpet on the marble tiles, and a few pieces of calculation paper were scattered beside the wheelchair at the end, densely filled with calculation formulas.The person in the wheelchair tilted his head to one side, the warm yellow light dazzled his face, his thin eyelashes cast a shadow, his nose fluttered slightly, apparently falling asleep again.

Ji Bing walked to his side, covered by shadows, but the other party seemed to be untied suddenly, his eyelashes fluttered twice, and he slowly opened his eyes, with a soft and sticky voice: "You are back... "

Ji Bing squatted down, looked at his sleepy eyes with distress and amused: "You're so sleepy, why don't you go to sleep?"

Li Ziqing looked at Ji Bing steadfastly, his eyes slowly recovered, and he began to look around for something, muttering: "Where are my things?"

"what?"

"Hand in homework."

Ji Bing straightened up, stretched out his hand to pick him up from the wheelchair without any explanation, smiled in a low voice, and said, "Sleep is the big deal, I'll do my homework tomorrow."

Li Ziqing's body stiffened obviously, and he began to struggle: "Don't hug me."

Ji Bing turned a deaf ear to it, but instead tightened his arms and said pointedly: "It's only right and proper for elder brother to hug younger brother."

"What nonsense?"

"Then you can put it another way," Ji Bing raised the corner of his mouth, "It's only natural for a lover to hug you."