Bound love

Bo Xiyan wanted to ask Duan Qiya not to worry him any more, but when the words came to his lips, he swallowed them back.It's not because he doesn't worry about Qi Ya, but because he feels that he is not qualified to say that at all.

"Xiaoyan..." I didn't expect that Bo Xiyan would suddenly put his arms around her and say such words, Duan Qiya stroked the hand on his back and paused for a moment, but unconsciously curved a beautiful arc from the corner of his mouth.

Duan Qiya knew from the first time he met Bo Xiyan that his adopted son had a stubborn temper and didn't like to show his feelings too obviously, so he never asked too much about what he wanted to do, even now he has When I go home, I won't call to criticize him.

Although sometimes he would feel lonely, but he knew that Bo Xiyan was not his own after all, and the child would naturally have his own life when he grew up, and there was no need to forget about the house all the time.What's more, he was also young, and he also lived in the city, so he knew that boys prefer the unrestrained, wandering and independent life more than girls, and all he will do is stay in this country hut and wait. Seeing that one day Bo Xiyan suddenly thought of himself, he could come back and take a look.

Letting go of Duan Qiya in front of him, Bo Xiyan rubbed his sore nose calmly, and asked, "Do you need... help?"

"Xiaoyan has helped a lot, I'll do the next one." Shaking his head, Qi Ya raised his head, showing that gentle smile to Bo Xiyan, which made Bo Xiyan even more depressed .

"But didn't you just have stomach bleeding?"

Hearing Bo Xiyan mention this matter, Duan Qiya was stunned for a moment, and only then did he understand why he had such strange actions. "It's all right now, the doctor helped to prescribe some medicine."

"But……"

"I said I'm fine, and I'm fine now." Duan Qiya pushed Bai Xiyan out of the kitchen while speaking.

"There's a lot of fumes in the kitchen, just go out and sit."

The hot water in the pot made the sound of "gul, gurg", and the white water vapor slowly rose along the yellowish wall, giving people an illusory and ethereal feeling.

Seeing Duan Qiya's busy figure, Bo Xiyan sighed.

"Then don't make things too complicated, as long as you can eat." After leaving home for so long, Bo Xiyan has long since lost his desire for food, but the man in front of him still regards himself as a child back then, working hard, and doing his best. Keep everything to yourself.

"Xiaoyan came back only once after a long time, no matter what I say, I want to cook you more delicious food." Turning back and smiling slightly at Bo Xiyan, Duan Qiya turned around, put the vegetables in the water carefully, and peeled them off. Take two garlic cloves and set aside.

Not wanting to waste his kindness, Bo Xiyan lowered his head, aimlessly turned on his phone and flipped through today's news.After watching so quietly for a while, Bo Xiyan felt a little cold, and subconsciously raised his eyes to look at the man who was cooking.

"Qiya, don't you think it's a bit cold at home?" Although the summer has not completely passed, the countryside at night has already been dyed with a hint of autumn. Although there is no biting cold wind in winter, people can clearly feel the coolness. Faintly climbed to the apex of my heart.

Hearing Bo Xiyan's words, Duan Qiya smiled apologetically at him, "I'm sorry Xiaoyan, the kitchen window is broken, so there will be cold wind blowing in."

Frowning, Bo Xiyan walked to the window, and sure enough, he saw a hole the size of a bowl facing the kitchen, blowing cold air.

"I remember the last time I came back, it's broken here, right?"

"You're not at home, so I don't care." With a gentle smile, Qi Ya seemed to feel a bit of coolness, and rubbed her arms with her hands.

Seeing him like this, Bo Xiyan's heart softened unconsciously, he gently grabbed his hand and placed it on his chest.

"You are obviously cold, even your fingertips are ice-cold."

Writer's words:

After half a year, Bo Xiyan ate human tofu as soon as he came back~~ Is there any reason! ! !

Ah Fu begging for a ticket to take care of him~~! ! !

3 memories

Feeling the heat of Bo Xiyan's chest, Duan Qiya was absent-minded for a moment, her fingertips moved against his chest irresistibly, faintly scratching each other's hearts.

As if noticing her gaffe, Duan Qiya smiled awkwardly at Bo Xiyan, retracted her hand, but her ears were slightly red.

"I'll find someone to make it up tomorrow, let's eat now." Saying that, Qi Ya put the vegetables in the pot on the plate and served them to the table.

Looking at the four dishes and one soup on the table, Bo Xiyan picked up the chopsticks, picked up a piece of steamed fish and put it in his mouth.The feeling of melting in the mouth made him squint his eyes happily. It was a taste that he hadn't tasted for a long time, but he couldn't forget it no matter what.

"How is it, is it delicious?"

"En." Nodding, Bo Xiyan buried his head in front of the dining table, but there was a trace of sadness in his heart.

He likes to eat the meals made by Qi Ya, very much.But there are some things, some things, no matter how much you like them, there is still no way to take them as your own.It's like the current self, who obviously likes to eat the food made by Qi Ya, but who still can only try to alienate him slowly, let time help me dilute the love that is so strong that it hurts...

"Great, I haven't cooked for a long time, and I'm afraid my cooking skills will regress..." Duan Qiya picked up the chopsticks and put a piece of braised pork into Bo Xiyan's bowl.

"Eat more, if there is not enough rice, there will be more in the pot."

Picking up the meat in the bowl, Bo Xiyan suddenly remembered that snowy night 15 years ago.

At that time, I was wearing a black mourning dress, kneeling beside the portraits of my parents, watching the guests walk in one by one, bowing, and walking out with a blank expression.

Everyone looks at themselves with the same eyes, pity and indifference, except for that watery man

──Duan Qiya.

Even today, Bo Xiyan still clearly remembers Qi Ya's gentle eyes and heart-warming embrace.

"Xiao Yan, you can cry if you want to cry..." Touching her head, Qi Ya squatted down, gently hugged herself in her arms, and patted her back.

Thinking of his parents who were no longer there, Bo Xiyan choked up at that time.For a 12-year-old boy, the sudden bad news is so desperate, no matter how strong he is, he can't help but lower his head and turn the anxiety in his heart into mourning.

When his father died, he left a large amount of inheritance. The relatives only regarded themselves as a little kid who didn't know the world. Qi Ya is alone, simply seeing herself as a child without a home, and hugs herself tenderly.

"I will take care of you." Regardless of the objections of relatives, Qi Ya insisted on bringing herself to this poor place full of wheat fields, insisting on bringing herself up with that meager salary.

I also asked him why he never used the inheritance left by his father, but he just grabbed his shoulders, looked at himself tenderly and said: "I just keep the money for Xiaoyan temporarily, and our little one will pay for it in the future." When Yan grows up and has his own home, I will return it to you."

Bo Xiyan knew that Duan Qiya was his father's student, he was introverted and didn't know how to think for himself, even now he was still wearing an old vest bought ten years ago, full of patches.But it was such a man that made Bo Xiyan feel that he was the best man in the world, even better than his dead parents, and made Bo Xiyan secretly swear to take care of him for the rest of his life.

At the age of 22, Bo Xiyan graduated from a first-class university and found a job with a good salary in the city.Bo Xiyan once asked him if he wanted to move to the city with him. At that time, Duan Qiya just shook his head gently and said that he is a teacher. Although the salary is not much, the children in the country need him, and he Can't, can't bear to leave them.

Although helpless, Bo Xiyan still accepted his statement and lived alone in that noisy city.

At the beginning, Bo Xiyan was not used to it.

The indifference of urbanites and the fast pace of life made him breathless, so that he would come back once a week.Looking at Duan Qiya's back, Bo Xiyan's heart will always calm down slowly, the feeling of finding his own safe haven is so comfortable and intoxicating.

Bo Xiyan thought that he would simply adore Duan Qiya all his life, as if he was his closest family member, until Bo Xiyan got drunk with his colleagues in a bar when he was 23 years old, and met a strange thin man The man had sex, and only then did he realize that his heart had already become distorted and filthy unknowingly.

The man at that time told Bo Xiyan that on the night that Bo Xiyan had sex with him, all he called out was the name "Qiya". Only then did Bo Xiyan realize that all along, he Qi Ya's feelings are not just simple family affection, but ugly love with desire.

Bo Xiyan began to alienate Duan Qiya slowly, coming back once a week, once a month, until now, only coming back once every six months.And he was inevitably changed by that filthy metropolis, from a simple and green youth to the experienced mature man he is now.

In order to forget Duan Qiya, Bo Xiyan hugged different men and women almost every night.

Seeing their fascinated expressions under him, Bo Xiyan's heart was unusually empty, making him feel that his heart was already drowning in the quagmire of this metropolis, and no matter how he struggled, he would only continue to sink in it, without a trace of it. hope.

Bo Xiyan also knew that he should stop thinking about that so-called adoptive father, but the more he embraced different people, the deeper the guilt in Bo Xiyan's heart.

heart, already do not know