bodhi rose

time flies.

At the beginning of August, after Bai Zhou finished his work in Myanmar, the two returned together.

That small house in the city seems to have become another home for Li Wenjia, a real home that belongs to him and his family again after his mother passed away. When he and Bai Zhou go back together, there will be an inexplicable sense of steadfastness and joy.

There was not much luggage, and in the evening, the two stood at the door of the house together.

Bai Zhou waited for a while, and finally took off the sunglasses on the bridge of his nose, "Did you find it?"

Unwillingly, Li Wenjia rummaged through the suitcase again, and finally looked at him: "You look for it too."

"..." Bai Zhou was silent, "I don't need to look for it."

"..."

"I didn't bring the keys with me when I went out," he added.

Li Wenjia touched the doorknob, a little sorry and sad, turned to look at him, then looked back at the doorknob.

Bai Zhou pulled up the trolley of the suitcase, "It's getting late, it's still meal time, and it will probably take a long time to call the locksmith."

"..."

"Are you hungry?"

The seven or eight-hour flight is exhausting, and I don’t plan to make dinner myself, so I still have to find another place to have dinner. Now it’s better to just find a hotel and take a rest after dinner. Others We'll figure things out tomorrow.

The car drove for a quarter of an hour on the unimpeded highway, and the two arrived at a resort hotel in the suburbs.

This is the only five-star hotel that is the most convenient to drive here. Although it feels far and expensive, Li Wenjia has already figured out his habits, and it is expected to settle here.

It's just that he didn't expect to meet Liang Yiting again in this place three years later.

Under the gorgeous crystal chandelier, there is a spacious restaurant layout in purple and gold tones.

Even if it was meal time, there were not many people eating, and the surrounding area was very quiet, only the soft music could be heard.

The air-conditioning is very sufficient, and it doesn't make people feel hot, but there is still a thick warmth.

Li Wenjia ate two ice cream balls, got up and went to the bathroom.

Bai Zhou was cutting the steak, and just forked a small piece into his mouth, when he raised his eyes, he saw a man in a dark casual suit appeared in his sight.

No companions.If I remember correctly, he has been abroad for the past few years, and it is rare for him to come back even on vacation, let alone this small town where he only stayed for two or three years.

He has nothing to do here, except...

Li Wenjia.

As he approached step by step, Bai Zhou wiped his slender knuckles and stopped his thoughts.

There was two seconds of silence.

For two seconds, Liang Yiting just looked at him with an extremely calm and serious look, but those pair of peach blossom eyes, which seemed real and fake, could never show deep and affectionate.

He exhaled a long and calm breath, and Bai Zhou's handsome and clear eyebrows overlapped with those of three years ago.

At that time, they were still young, and Bai Zhou's outline was lighter than now, but some things will not change.

"I don't want to share him with anyone, I like him." He said with a clear and docile look, smiling at him calmly.

Liang Yiting was very surprised at first, but after being surprised, he smiled, that's all.

Because, that is a fantasy.

But at this moment, Bai Zhou broke the silence, speaking in the same manner as three years ago, "Liang Yiting, we have been together for a year."

"..."

"We want to be together forever."

Liang Yiting didn't speak for a long time.

It seemed that something had completely disappeared, even the last trace of shadow disappeared.

After three years, the weird emotions that I felt in retrospect finally fully revealed their true colors at this moment.

This, he thought, was jealousy.Jealous of Li Wenjia's Bai Zhou, or Li Wenjia who took Li Wenjia's Bai Zhou?He couldn't tell, he just didn't want to see them being happier together than he was.

But he couldn't do anything after all.

The strange anger was burning so that sparks came out of his chest and throat, he suppressed the anger, and chuckled mockingly: "I thought he was very mindful, but now it seems that he doesn't reject me having sex with you He, maybe, this is still a smooth sailing?"

"So, who did you do it for when you were dying?" As if it was a very funny thing, he laughed again: "Ha, he and you?"

Everything is a game, he is indifferent and doesn't bother to do anything.

Li Wenjia walked in after washing his hands. The sneakers made no sound when they stepped on the marble floor. The air-conditioning was strong, but there was always a heavy warmth.

The next moment, he stopped abruptly.

Not far away, in a clean environment, I saw Liang Yiting talking to Bai Zhou, and the person was facing him.

Li Wenjia was a little dazed for a moment, Liang Yiting obviously saw him, he spoke in a low voice but clearly, from a distance, as if staring at him, but also as if not.

Eyes as inattentive as voices—

"Like it as you like."

He smiled again, showing contempt and indifference in his laziness: "Such a bitch, what do I want him to do."

It was as if a sharp and thorny ice blade had been pierced into his chest, slowly twisting him in a non-deadly painful situation, chilling him, almost nauseated in the sour pain.

Li Wenjia didn't make a sound, took two steps back with unsteady breathing, turned around and ran out.

When Bai Zhou realized it, he turned to chase after him, but Liang Yiting grabbed him.

He put away all the frivolous smiles, and said lightly: "I have something serious to talk to you about."

"..."

"Father has become a monk. From the second half of the year, I will be in charge of all the business affairs of the Liang family and Zhongyitang." He paused for a while, and calmed down coldly, "Our two families have known each other for hundreds of years, but Now...it's over."

"..."

"The underworld business has been closed for a generation, and there is no need for the Zhongyi Hall to exist. From now on, the Liang family will be the Liang family, and the Bai family will be the Bai family. We will not violate the river."

Bridges return to bridges, roads return to roads.

Li Wenjia had a fever all night.

It's not so high that you need to go to the hospital, it's just that all your energy has been taken away, it's a kind of weak hot flashes.

Covered loosely with the quilt and a cool towel over his head, he was sweating intermittently, almost soaking through his body.

However, he was still able to have a clear conversation with Bai Zhou and asked him, "Do you dislike it?"

Bai Zhou said "Huh?"

"It's all sweaty, do you dislike it?"

"What's wrong with that?"

Li Wenjia stretched out a bare arm from the quilt, embraced him, and begged, "Baizhou, come in."

The surrounding temperature is suitable. Because of his fever, the air-conditioning is not so strong, and even a little hot. Bai Zhou has been sitting outside the quilt, and there is no need to get under the quilt.

At this moment, he unbuttoned his clothes, took off his dragging burden, lifted the quilt, and lay naked beside him.

Li Wenjia turned sideways, ignoring the cold towel slipping down, approached his hot body, pressed half of his body on him, crossed his waist with one leg, and wrapped his arms around his chest.

He was like a slippery snake, his whole body was wet, like muddy water slopping around him, lingering like a prison made of gorgeous silk, his voice was soft: "I...I love you."

The intertwined sweat also carried a fragrance, which was the elegant floral fragrance of the bath liquid. Bai Zhou caressed his back, and suddenly felt the bewitchment from him clearly.

If love is compared to hunting, then in this hunting, the stronger self is actually the prey.

However, what does it matter.

Like it, just like it.

Wanting to be with him for the rest of his life is the same anyway.

…………

……

On this day ten years later, Liang Yiting returned home.

The entire courtyard where Li Wenjia was placed was empty, and the serious and serious housekeeper, who was wearing cut-out glasses, suddenly shuddered and stuttered: "I, we all thought that he was just going out to relax and would be back soon... ..."

The white and slender fingers supported the flower stand, and the knuckles suddenly turned blue and white.

He didn't speak, it was a kind of vertigo that rarely appeared, and the deep memory was turned out, with an old tone, as if it was as far away as a screen, but it was so clear.

After so many years, this strange feeling of dizziness came back overnight like a ferocious ocean wave.

He was calm, just like before.

Under the calm appearance, there is an endless stream of monstrous flames.

All the forgotten things, suddenly, are so vivid.

There was a sudden and ear-piercing sound of glass shattering, and the crystal clear handicrafts on the flower stand fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.

When he calmed down again, he was already in Qiyun Tower.

Liang Yiting was leaning on the sofa, with his slender fingers resting on his knees, the anger that could be restrained before, but at this moment he was eager to break through the limit and break his calm appearance.

Rubbing the slightly tingling nail marks on his palm, he raised his eyes slightly.They were a pair of slender and coquettish eyes, and there was a small tear mole in the corner of the right eye, which was affectionate, exuding a coldness like an ice blade... a strange charm.

The slender eyelashes are not as curly as those of Westerners, and they cast shadows under the eyes, and the dark pupils have an unpredictable dark blue tone.

The manager couldn't handle such an uninvited guest—he had his entourage and bodyguards with him, and he didn't mean to have fun, he looked like he was here to find fault.

Liang Yiting raised his jaw, looked at him absent-mindedly, and said lightly, "I just want Li Wenjia."

——I just want Li Wenjia.

What came out of his mouth was actually this sentence.

The halls with carved beams and painted buildings are full of exaggeration and extravagance, luxurious and luxurious, laughing and talking, but within the distance radiated by his cold words, people automatically retreat away, and inexplicably vacated a clean place.

Then the manager said: "...Please wait a moment."

The surrounding voices seemed to be quieter.

A dark blue shadow swayed at the delicate flower and tree railings of the corridor on the second floor. After a moment, someone looked up. After a glance, they couldn't look away.

A moment later, a coquettish woman with high heels appeared in front of him: "Mr. Murong invites you to the private room."

After she finished speaking calmly, intentionally or not, she also raised her face to the side.

Murong Lan stood there, wearing a thin dark blue sweater with a plain white shirt inside, two buttons were missing from the neckline, it was a somewhat messy V-shape.

He held a young kitten in his arms. It was a very kind-looking, weak, and very lovable folded ear. He leaned against the wooden railing and coaxed the little thing in his arms to finish eating a piece of bloody Raw meat also looked down, and smiled slightly at Liang Yiting.The eyes were full of kindness, as if he had forgotten the gentle expression when he restrained himself from looking at the cat.

Sending the kitten to the hand of the person next to him, he took the towel and wiped off the blood on his hands, then strode away.

Murong Lan has a soft appearance, but her steps are steady, her shoulders are flat and her legs are long, and her bones seem to be hard, but they are deliberately hard, as if she is a kind of seriousness after restraint, and abstinence that is overly whitewashed.

He walked peacefully, neither in a hurry nor in a hurry, and extended his right hand very politely: "Mr. Liang, don't come here without any problems."

Few people know that Murong Lan is the owner of Qiyun Tower.

Even though he has been in this chaotic and extravagant circle all year round, Liang Yiting doesn't have a deep impression of him, it's just a one-sided relationship.However, he knew that he had become an old monster, his appearance remained unchanged throughout the years, as if he was always in his early twenties.

Murong Lan poured the Dahongpao herself.

The private room is elegantly furnished, amidst the curling tea mist, Liang Yiting looks at the other party with his lips parted, leisurely, thinking about Li Wenjia, thinking that he also seems to have this tendency, to live like this Mr. Murong, to be an eternally beautiful old man monster.

"...In this business, the principle is voluntary, which is also the bottom line. Forcing employees to receive guests is something done by the underworld, not the style of Qiyun Building."

"Besides, it's a pastime. Wouldn't it be more comfortable if you like me?"

"We still have a lot of red cards here, Mr. Liang..."

Liang Yiting frowned impatiently, "Tell him to come out."

Beside Murong Lan, Cecilia stepped back a little, her words flickering: "Mr. Liang, Mr. Murong, I really, really don't know where he escaped to."

Murong Lan caressed the teacup with thin tires, flicked her translucent nails lightly, and stopped consoling her.He suddenly smiled and said, "Mr. Liang, in fact, there are not a few people who leave like this after saving enough money. After all, we have experience in similar things. As far as we are concerned, it is really not difficult to find him .”

He paused, then smiled again: "But speaking of it, it is reasonable for him to leave. And there is no contractual relationship between you, so Qiyun Tower is not obligated to hand him over."

Liang Yiting heard his implication, thought for a while, and said straightforwardly: "Tell me, how much do you want?"

Murong Lan smiled and stretched out her fingers and shook them.

Liang Yiting didn't waste any more words, and directly signed the check to him.

As Murong Lan said, perhaps going through Qiyun Tower would be the safest and quickest way.It is true that he has almost forgotten the people and things in his memory. He and Li Wenjia have been separated for too long and too far.

So far that he thought this person had never really existed, just a hazy dream.

The style of the elegant room, the sight of the tea mist, always gives people a sense of unreality.

Murong Lan glanced at the check, her smile became brighter, and she said kindly and tenderly, "Mr. Liang, you've spent a lot of money."

This business is really full of young people's fiery and impulsive affection...

…………

……

Li Wenjia always gets up very early, and the weather in early summer is warm and not as difficult as winter.

The sweet white porridge was boiling in the pot, he turned off the fire, closed the lid tightly to keep it stuffy, and hurriedly carried a basket to the nearby market to buy vegetables.

After buying vegetables, I peeled a small bowl of beans, fried a small plate of dried edamame and radish to serve with porridge, and served with some refreshing pickled cucumbers. I put them in an insulated bucket with the porridge and took them to the hospital.

Jingyun has been transferred to the general ward and can start to eat some light food.

The little boy was eight or nine years old, with an extroverted and lively personality, and was incompatible with Li Wenjia. However, he was extremely handsome and beautiful. Although he was not related by blood, he was strangely similar to him.

But probably because of his illness, he couldn't be active anymore.

Li Wenjia took a spoonful of porridge, blew on it, and carefully fed it to him.

On the bedside table, placed together with the bottles and jars of medicine, there is also a beautiful spiral shell.

Jingyun stretched out his hand, and Li Wenjia took the shell and stuffed it into his hand.

The ward is not a single room. At seven or eight o'clock, the family members of the patients also got busy, and the family members in the next bed even greeted Li Wenjia: "It's so early!"

"Yes." Although unfamiliar, he still smiled politely.

"My son is so cute."

That's it, because of their looks, no one has ever suspected that he and Jing Yun are not biological father and son.

After swallowing half of the porridge slowly, Jingyun kicked the quilt and called daddy wearily.

"Ok?"

"I feel uncomfortable down there."

Because I often feel uncomfortable, I don't shy away from it.

Li Wenjia put down the porridge, "I didn't have the ointment in the drawer before..."

"Dad, I'm in a terrible pain."

After feeding the bowl of porridge, Li Wenjia got up to pour a basin of water, and then closed the curtain, forming a relatively private space on the hospital bed.

The ointment is an external medicine for the lower body, and I have consulted the doctor beforehand, and there is no conflict with other medicines in use.

Jingyun played with the shell, and with his help, he took off his lower body. With the hot towel covering it completely, he consciously opened his legs slightly.

The towel wiped him meticulously, and threw him back into the basin.

Li Wenjia sat by the bed and unwrapped the medicine box, while Jingyun turned his head sideways, put the shells to his ears, and smiled sweetly at him.

Between the bare legs is a shocking magical structure.The tender red petite masculine symbol is always quiet and delicate like a child, but under the raised sac, there is a claustrophobic gap that shouldn't exist.

Hermaphroditism, compared to the menacing congenital heart disease, can almost be ignored at this moment when there is no obvious pain.

"When you get better, you'll have to apply the medicine yourself." Digging out a piece of paste, he said seriously.

Jingyun looked at the ceiling and played with himself nonchalantly, "Why, Dad."

"Because you've grown up, aren't you ashamed?"

"No."

Li Wenjia helped him apply the medicine, tightened the lid and put it back in the cabinet.

"Dad is going out today, and Uncle Chen will come to help take care of you."

"I don't want him to come!" Mentioning Uncle Chen, he immediately frowned and became a little irritable.

Li Wenjia looked very cold, completely ignoring his emotions.

Jingyun was sick and weak, and tried his best to protest loudly: "He took my mother away! If it weren't for him, we, our family would still be together! I really don't know what my mother likes about him, he is so dark and ugly. , like a clumsy bear."

Li Wenjia just stroked his hair and comforted him with the words he had repeated many times: "Don't blame Uncle Chen, I said it before, this is an agreement..."

She will have her own real husband, her own children, her own family.

"Don't call me Xiaoxiang's mother anymore."

When he said this, his voice lowered, feeling lost.But over time, this sense of loss is no longer as suffocating as it was at the beginning.

He and Jingyun reiterated: "Father and Xiaoxiang made an agreement many years ago, and you didn't exist at that time. We made an agreement that when Uncle Chen came, she would go with him."

"..."

"Now that Uncle Chen is here, we're just fulfilling the agreement."

He comforted the child verbally, but he couldn't restrain the emotions in his heart.

After living together for so many years, I thought that "Uncle Chen" would never appear again, and I thought that the family would live like this for a lifetime.

When I came back to my senses, I just deeply hated myself as useless.

To him, homosexuality is just like a man's inhumanity. It is a purely physical disease that will bind him all his life.

"In the future, when you grow up, you will understand that it's your father's incompetence, not anyone else's fault. Don't blame Uncle Chen, let alone Mom."

I have long planned to buy some gifts to visit the family of the child who provided Jingyun with his heart.

Before leaving, Li Wenjia scrubbed Jingyun's hands and feet again, and put washed and cut fruits and a cup of hot water on the bedside table, in order to minimize trouble to others.

He leaned over and pinched the child's upturned nose, and whispered in his ear: "If you feel pain down here, bear with it, Dad will come back and apply the medicine for you, or let the oldest sister nurse come."

Jingyun hummed absently.

"Don't let strangers touch it, even Uncle Chen, you know?"

"Ah."

When the confession was almost over, someone knocked on the door of the ward, because the voices in the room were a bit noisy, no one responded, and the honest man pushed the door open and walked in.

Xiaoxiang couldn't take care of Jingyun because of her labor, and there was no need to hire a nurse to take care of Jingyun for a few hours in a short period of time, so she naturally suggested her current husband to help take care of her.

The man also carried some meat floss and fruit in his hand.

Li Wenjia stood up and smiled at him: "Old Chen, you still brought something, but you said no."

"It should be, it should be."

"It's really troublesome for you."

If it wasn't because of financial constraints, Li Wenjia would not let Lao Chen take care of the child anyway. It is really unreasonable for a child who has no blood relationship with anyone to be taken care of by the current husband of his divorced wife.

The man is a kind person, he didn't take those messy and entangled matters to heart, and he didn't hesitate to take care of Jingyun and agreed.

"Uncle Chen." Jing Yun called out politely.

He has returned to his childish nature, he does not think about complicated issues, and he also promises not to quarrel with Uncle Chen.

Li Wenjia walked out of the ward and closed the door gently.

Many years ago, his parents were his everything, later, Baizhou was his everything, and later Xiaoxiang and Jingyun were his everything.

But now, all he had left was Jing Yun in the ward, that frail child who seemed to disappear at any moment.

He didn't know how many times in his life he could endure the collapse of nothing overnight.

The pain of heartbreak when Bai Zhou passed away is still fresh in his memory.

Maybe it will really die...

That's why we have to fight like that.

Losing them is like cutting off all the blood that is involved in this world, leaving only one person alone in the vast world, blank like a lonely ghost.

When the family members passed away, relying on Bai Zhou to gradually regenerate the blood that connects with the world.When Bai Zhou died, the vigorous blood of those newborns was cut off again... The hope and courage of the newborns were dripping with blood and became more fragile every time, and each time they were cut off, they became more painful.

I can vividly remember the whole year.

After being together for two and a half years, the warm house he liked and lived together for so long finally became the tomb of those three years of memories.

Bai Zhou was like a shooting star, coming quietly but forcefully, but disappeared without a trace in an instant without warning.

He just didn't show up again like that, and when he left, he promised to come back in half a month, saying that he would bring him some local goodies.

Li Wenjia waited from the Dragon Boat Festival to Lidong, and the lush sycamore trees on the side of the road gradually thinned out and were covered with thin frost and snow. He still didn't want to believe it.

It was an extremely cold winter night, with fine snow falling outside, and puddles of ice-water mixture formed on the wet ground.

He came home from the internship unit under an umbrella, and when he saw the figure of a man hovering in front of the house, his blood surged up, and he staggered up the steps in three or two steps, "Bai Zhou, Bai——"

However, it was not Bai Zhou who turned around to look at him, but a stranger.

Li Wenjia stood there stunned, and suddenly there was water in his wide-open eyes.It was only at that moment that he suddenly and completely understood that he would never see him again.

The man on the opposite side had a wheat complexion and was also tall and strong, but he was blind in one eye and covered his face with a blindfold.

"I never knew there was such a person as you." The man put on soft slippers and stepped into the room, looked around, and said with a smile.

"Mr. Bo passed away half a year ago. Gang, you probably saw it in a movie." He lit a cigarette, his voice was misty, as ethereal as the smoke, "There is an old fox in the Chen family. They are called brothers and sisters, but they have been planning for so long behind the scenes, heh...so many years of friendship, so ruthless strikes..."

"Why am I telling you this? You don't understand." The man shook his head and put out his cigarette. "I've been lying in bed for half a year before I can walk to you quickly. Don't wait, Mr. Bai likes it very much." Yours, if he sees you like this, he must be unhappy."

…………

In the spring, he got a call.

"Hello, I am the landlord here."

"Ah."

"I don't know if you want to renew the lease? The three-year lease period of the house has expired."

Li Wenjia woke up like a dream.

As the man said, he didn't wait any longer.

Moved out of that house, even out of that city.

Because everything was contaminated with Bai Zhou's aura, he couldn't even take a look at it. Thinking about it for a while, his chest seemed to be rotting—painful, and filled with disgusting, vicious disease-like spread The decayed and foul smell.

An accident would happen to Bai Zhou, maybe even he himself never expected it.

He didn't leave anything to him, but in the past two or three years, the sum of the expensive gifts and the seemingly unintentional money given to him again and again was enough for him to buy a house of his own in the city .

Li Wenjia seemed to have died once and was about to be reincarnated. She lived alone in a small place with a strong atmosphere in the market.

Completely broke away from student life, found a professional design job in a small city, and lived in an old community similar to demolition and resettlement houses. Neighborhood relations are relatively harmonious. Ordinary people, old and young.

In the early morning, you can faintly hear the voices of old men and women buying vegetables and saying hello, and parents sending their children to school. In the evening, at sunset, someone will set up a coal stove to boil water for cooking.

Li Wenjia commutes to get off work by bicycle and returns home at sunset. The warm breeze in late spring, mixed with the aroma of coal fire and rice, touches the deepest memory, as if seeing the distant time that has passed.

The little neighbor girl with shofar braids was running, her face was red, and she followed behind him with a trumpet flower in high spirits, calling out to him one after another: "Uncle, uncle, look at this flower."

Gradually, he also became acquainted with the neighbors, and someone would come to his door to match him.

In the eyes of the neighbors, Li Wenjia is a young man with almost no faults, except that he has no parents.

He doesn't smoke or drink, has a house and a job, is down-to-earth, has a good temper, and the most important thing is that he has a decent appearance.

Few actors even on TV can match him.

"Really not." I have already declined many times, but this time it seemed that there was a meeting. Not only the matchmaker came, but also her old sister, a neighborhood committee aunt, who the matchmaker said came along.

"Xiao Li, this girl is really nice. Her mother is a doctor, and her father is an official in the city. How can you find a good family with this condition? But they like you, otherwise, you should also make an appointment Shall we meet?"

Li Wenjia is a gentle young man, surrounded by several aunts who are chattering enthusiastically. Because he can't really fall in love with the girl, he apologizes and suffers from headaches. To a certain extent, he blocks out all the noise around him and gets distracted.

The aunt of the neighborhood committee often mediates disputes. When she came on stage, she had some conversation skills. After telling everyone else to shut up, she asked gently: "Xiao Li, tell the truth to the aunt, do you have a girlfriend?"

"I……"

"You don't look like you have a girlfriend." The aunt said again.

"Or, do you have any unavoidable reasons why you refuse to find a partner?"

"..."

The aunt said to the others: "You all go first, let's go, let's have a good talk with Xiao Li."

"..." Li Wenjia sighed and smiled helplessly.

When people were gone, he said, "I am sick."

hiss--

Unexpectedly, before the aunt of the neighborhood committee turned her face away, she took a breath of cold air just because of this sudden sentence.

For people of this age, homosexuality is probably unbearable, and it is possible that they will be considered perverted.Li Wenjia didn't want to confess everything, he said about the similar illness: "I don't feel it at all when facing women. There is no way to be humane, and it is impossible to have children in the future."

In fact, he might no longer like men either.

The power to earnestly manage and accumulate a love has disappeared with Bai Zhou's passing.

And the joy and throbbing of love belonged to another person, he never felt this kind of feeling again and didn’t want to have it, this kind of throbbing was the mark of him being let down so much, it was with shame and anger .

Subconsciously, even sex is already being avoided.

…………

Later, he was introduced to Xiaoxiang.

The girl's name sounds nice, but the family didn't bother to pick it up.Xiaoxiang has no family, and grew up in an orphanage in that area. All the children’s names there are randomly chosen by the old aunts. Three hundred poems.

The matchmaker was the aunt of the neighborhood committee who had almost forgotten her appearance.

Probably because Xiaoxiang was too introverted and clumsy, he was never sent out for adoption.It was very difficult for the orphanage to raise her to adulthood, and there was no orphan older than her in the orphanage.

She is still a dumb girl, her growth environment is bad, her education is low, and she is in danger of becoming a household with difficulty in employment when she becomes an adult.

Xiaoxiang's only advantage is that she is young, a girl of eighteen or nineteen years old, she is pretty with a little decoration, and it is not too much to put together with Li Wenjia in appearance.

But that's beside the point.The point is that since Xiaoxiang is a deaf-mute and Li Wenjia is a disabled person, it would be a perfect fit for these two "disabled" people to come together.

For being encouraged by a group of people to introduce a blind date, although Li Wenjia took some effort to refuse, she never really lost her face and lost her temper.

He lives alone, and he doesn't mind such harmless noise in his life.If you calmly refuse such things again and again, after a long time, you will naturally give up.

She is like a ignorant little animal, she probably won't know if she is sold.

The two were arranged to meet once in a McDonald's near their home.

When facing each other alone, he is always very gentle.

The little girl looked at him without saying a word, and stared straight at him.

"Xiaoxiang." He knew that she was hard of hearing, so he spoke very slowly, with a low and clear voice: "You know, what did they ask you to come here to meet me?"

Xiaoxiang doesn't know much and reacts slowly, but his brain is not stupid.She nodded, took out a pen and paper from her blouse pocket, and wrote: My partner.

The nib paused.

(I think you look good)

As soon as I wrote this line, my stomach growled.

Li Wenjia looked out the window a little numbly, got up and bought a set meal for her.

He probably didn't know how handsome he was, and his gentle appearance had an indescribable charm.He is like the clear blue poppies in the corner of the ruins of the orphanage in the distant memory, looking beautiful and gentle.

Xiaoxiang didn't look good at eating, and was really hungry again, almost gobbling it up, but after wolfing down half a hamburger, Fuzhi suddenly slowed down and became restrained.

She pursed her lips and smiled at him.I fumbled for a pen: I seldom eat this, thank you.

"If you like it, buy another copy and take it back with you later," Li Wenjia said.

He was thinking, and said to her calmly: "Xiaoxiang, we are not suitable."

Xiaoxiang chewed, paused for a moment, then just buried his head and nodded.

It was a bit late, but Li Wenjia sent her back even though she had finished speaking.

It was a small orphanage established locally, and the facilities were really not good, surrounded by dilapidated old factories.Inside and outside the orphanage are neatly arranged pines and cypresses, probably because of the poor environment and it is late autumn, the green trees always seem to be covered with a layer of light gray.A rusty iron door slammed shut with a heavy clatter. Xiaoxiang held the plastic bag of McDonald's, waved happily at him from inside the iron door, and continued walking forward.

I don't know why, looking at her back, I suddenly feel very uncomfortable.

It was late winter when we met again, and Li Wenjia received a long short message.

Hello, I'm Xiaoxiang, I don't know if you still remember me.I'm very sorry to disturb you. I asked the aunt who was on a blind date to ask for your number. You must not have thought that I would send you a message, ha ha.I found a job now, saved money to buy a mobile phone, and I want to ask you to return the McDonald's last time, I wonder if you are free?

The city near the end of the new year is quieter than before. I always pass by that McDonald's after get off work, and I see Xiaoxiang sitting there alone through the transparent glass window.

In the end Li Wenjia sat there side by side with her.

The communication between the two was also very quiet, as quiet as if time had stood still.

(I work in a factory and work in three shifts, so I rarely have free time today, so I asked you out.)

"It's tiring to work like that."

(fine.)

At the beginning, I was a little embarrassed, my fingers had chilblains, and they were red and swollen while holding the cup, while Li Wenjia was also holding the cup, but her fingers were slender and white like a handful of snow.She secretly hid her hands in her pockets.

Later, I gradually became less cramped and talked a lot without knowing it.

(Although I live in the factory dormitory now, I still often go back to the orphanage to help,