what is the relationship between us

Meng Xinci looked up at Wan Junxiu, but his eyes were watery.

From last night to now, he thinks that he is still calm, and he did a good job feeding medicine and changing clothes last night.Although I said that my mind was not in class during the day, I could barely put the knowledge into my mind.But the moment I touched Wan Junxiu's body temperature when I got home, I don't know why, just like after a full sprint on the track, fatigue flooded my whole body.The tight string in his heart relaxed, if it wasn't for scaring Wan Junxiu and himself shy, he would have jumped into Wan Junxiu's arms.Hearing Wan Junxiu say this, he felt even more unspeakably uncomfortable.

Only he himself knew how scared he was last night.Meng Xinci has not yet come out of the psychological shadow of the death of his relatives in his hometown. When he saw Wan Junxiu lying on the wheelchair like this last night, goose bumps popped up all over his body.Being able to tremble with fear until now may really be because people become calmer when it is more difficult.

While helping Wan Junxiu put on his eating gloves, he said to Wan Junxiu in a nasal voice: "Don't treat me like a child in the future, I can do many things, I will help you, and I can take care of you." You. You are not in good health, don't be brave about some things, don't bite the bullet and do it yourself, you can let me try."

He gently separated Wan Junxiu's curled fingers of his right hand, put on the glove for him, and stuck the spoon on the Velcro.His fingers had been curled up weakly all year round, the palm of his hand turned into a pool of soft flesh, and there were still marks left by a few fingernails.Putting on the gloves, the palm of the hand was forced to open, and the spoon was firmly stuck to the Velcro on the palm of the hand, and stuck in the tiger's mouth.Only in this way can Wan Junxiu "take" the tableware to eat by himself.

In the past few months, Meng Xinci has seen Wan Junxiu's preparation before eating every day.From the beginning I felt awkward, but now it is replaced by full of distress.Obviously dragging a broken body, but pretending to be a superman in front of Meng Xinci.He can take care of himself, cook, and set up a stall to make money.

"I used to be in my hometown, and I knew how to cook when I came back from school. I didn't use this kind of gas stove, but to make a fire. I can also do that, and I always collect firewood by myself to make a fire. On Saturdays and Sundays, I still follow my grandfather. Let’s go to the fields together, grandma.” Meng Xinci lowered his head and slowly recalled the old days in his hometown, when a long shout came out of the window, it was an adult from another family calling the child to go home for dinner.The noise outside is not low. Every day when eating, I can hear these families calling their children to go home for dinner. It is lively and warm.

The voice outside the window, and Meng Xinci's low and soft voice intertwined and overlapped, Wan Junxiu will never forget it in his life.

Wan Junxiu's hands were soft, and his heart was also soft.Hearing what Meng Xinci said, I couldn't help but want to reach out and touch him.In the days without his parents by his side for a long time, he can grow up so strong and do so many things.

Meng Xinci continued: "Grandpa and grandma are my family, and so are you. You are my family. If someone bullies you outside, I will call you back. If you have any difficulties at home, I will help you. After I graduate from university, I will come back, and I will take care of you and give you old age."

As he said that, he made a grimace, and continued: "So you have to live longer, it's hard to say that we can live a good life in the future."

These words made Wan Junxiu laugh, he opened his jaws and pinched his face.He smiled and said, "Okay, I'm waiting for you to become famous and live a good life with uncle hahaha!"

After dinner, Wan Junxiu refused to let Meng Xinci do the dishes again.He just asked Meng Xinci to put the dirty dishes in the sink, and then urged Meng Xinci to quit his homework.

Meng Xinci shook his head and said that he had finished his homework at school.After he changed his school uniform, he went to set up a stall. Wan Junxiu was not allowed to blow the cold wind tonight, so he went to guard the stall.

"How can this be done! No, no, no, you are a student now, and you have to put your studies first, so let you put on a good look!" Wan Junxiu immediately refused. He felt very sorry for letting his children do housework, so how could he let his children do it for him? Set up a stall to do business.

How does this work!

Absolutely not!

Wan Junxiu couldn't care less about the bowls in the pool not being cleared, he threw the bowl full of foam and turned around and raised his hand to stop Meng Xinci.His hands were still stained with detergent foam, his arms trembled slightly, and the foam dripped to the ground.

He raised his arm to stop Meng Xinci and looked at him very seriously.Meng Xinci didn't take it seriously, he put Wan Junxiu's hand down, rinsed off the foam on his hand, rinsed the bowl and put it in the cupboard.Turning to him, she said, "What's the matter? I know the way, and I can count the money. At worst, I'll come back early."

Wan Junxiu still disagreed, and turned the wheelchair in front of Meng Xinci, preventing him from leaving.

"Uncle, don't worry, I really know all these things. Don't blow the cold wind anymore, I will come back early, can you wait for me at home?" Meng Xinci smiled and comforted Wan Junxiu, and went around behind him Pushed his out of the kitchen.

"Besides, it's not the weekend, so the business won't be very good. I finished my homework and read, and I want to go to the bookstall to pick up a book to read. The martial arts novel last time was a good read. I don't know if it's sold." He said His tone was relaxed, as if he was the one who should do this.

Wan Junxiu didn't know what else to say to reject Meng Xinci, so he could only pull him to the front and tell him: "Put on more clothes, and come back before ten o'clock." After thinking about it, he said: "Or don't go , you finish your homework and memorize at home, or watch TV, let’s go to bed early tonight, and you have to go to school tomorrow.”

Meng Xinci stared at him with wide eyes, and rejected Wan Junxiu's proposal: "How can we do that? We just live at the bookstall. If you don't want to go, don't go. A few dozen yuan is money. Besides, I also want to continue reading that book. Don’t worry, I’ll close the stall and go home at ten o’clock.”

His attitude was so firm that Wan Junxiu didn't know what to do, he could only stare at him and put on a thick coat.

When he was young, Wan Junxiu's father always said in front of Wan Junxiu that children from poor families should start their own families early.At that time, Wan Junxiu hated this sentence very much, always felt that it was an indirect admission that his family was poor and his elders were incapable?Otherwise, why should children take on these things prematurely.

Now watching Meng Xinci change his shoes, carry the disc basket, and go out with a smile.Thinking of this sentence again, Wan Junxiu felt that it was really a slap in the face.The one who is poor is himself, and the one who is incapable is also himself.It is agreed to take good care of the children, but let the children take on these things prematurely.

This sentence is really sad and gratifying.

Meng Xinci carried the disc basket to Nanhua Night Market, and Sister Li next to her had already opened.Seeing that Meng Xinci was the only one coming, at first he thought Wan Junxiu was still behind, so he didn't pay much attention.It was just that Wan Junxiu was inconvenient to move and came slowly.Seeing from behind, Meng Xinci had already cleaned up the booth, but Wan Junxiu hadn't been seen yet.Then he asked the child in surprise: "Xin Ci, where is your uncle? Why are you here alone?"

The book that Meng Xin was thinking of was sold, and the child's temper came up, wouldn't it be very happy.He took a random book and sat on the small bench to read it. Sister Li suddenly interrupted his train of thought.He didn't even lift his eyelids, and responded coldly: "Uncle is sick, I won't let him blow the cold wind."

Anyone with long ears can hear Xiaomeng's impatience.Sister Li thought about it again, she thought that the child was angry because Wan Junxiu was sick and asked him to come out to set up a stall.Sister Li was so frightened that she didn't dare to vent her anger. She held back for a long time and said, "It's not easy for your uncle. If you can help him, help him."

Meng Xinci looked up at Sister Li, not understanding how Sister Li would persuade herself in such a cautious tone.Meng Xinci reflected on himself, as if his tone was really not very good just now, he smiled patiently and replied: "Auntie, don't think too much, I know, it's not cold at night, I'm afraid my uncle will get sick again so I won't let him Did you come?"

Sister Li smiled and said that she was overthinking, and said haha ​​that she would not disturb Meng Xinci's reading.He turned his head and continued to stir the sweet porridge in the pot, and finally asked him if he would eat porridge.Meng Xinci shook his head and stopped talking. He was not the kind of kid who was willing to interact more with others, even if he followed Wan Junxiu on weekdays, he would not talk much.

It seemed that only when facing Wan Junxiu would he relax, chat and joke with Wan Junxiu.

His patience and good temper are only for Wan Junxiu.

Meng Xinci lowered his head and continued to read the book. This novel is not as thick as the ones he used to read, but a thin one, even the cover fell off.At first he just felt bored to pass the time, and quickly scanned through a few chapters.The more he looked at it later, the more something went wrong, so he turned back to the first page and read every word carefully.

He read the two protagonists in the book over and over again, and they were both men!No, that's not accurate.Not enough to make him feel that something is wrong the more he looks at it, not enough to make his little face turn pale.

During this period of time, he had read too many novels at the old bookstalls. His favorite was the martial arts novels set in ancient times.This is also the reason why I am willing to read this book quietly on my knees. This is a fictional ancient novel.

He has also read many novels with mostly male protagonists, as if love between children is too far away for his age.He doesn't understand, but he can also understand the kind of emotion that the authors want to express.

However, in this book, why does one hero show that kind of affection for another hero?

What's the matter?Shouldn't that kind of emotion be what Guo Jing felt towards his Rong'er, and Yang Guo towards his aunt?When a hero sees another hero, shouldn't it be enemies meeting each other, jealous and then draw their swords to face each other, and fight for hundreds of rounds?Or is it eating meat with big mouthfuls, drinking in big bowls, and chatting happily in the wine shop until dawn?

Why do they cherish each other, how can they be happy?

Something is wrong, it must be something wrong!The author is completely nonsense!

Meng Xinci threw the book on the bookstall like an electric shock, and it flew high all of a sudden.Like the wind, I ran to the public toilet and washed my face with cold water.He stood in front of the sink in a daze for a long time, staring at the dirty mirror and looking at himself in the mirror who was blushing into a sauce.

——Meng Xinci, are you sick? It was written nonsense, you are blushing with a hammer here!

——However, it seems that... it is not impossible...

Meng Xinci felt that he was very strange, looking at Yang Guo and Xiaolongnv, Guo Jing and Huang Rong.I have never felt such a feeling of blushing and heartbeat, I just feel that it is normal for them to be together, and it will come naturally.Looking back on the two protagonists in the book just now, I actually feel so ashamed.

But looking back on the plot in the book now, he can't tell what made him feel this way.On the contrary... On the contrary, I feel that there seems to be nothing wrong with it.They wandered through the rivers and lakes, and after encountering so many ups and downs, they connected with each other, which seemed to make sense, and it was a matter of course.

So, is this also possible?