final destination

In a daze, Jianjie felt as if something touched his face, and when he opened his eyes slightly, he didn't see anything. This should be still in dreamland, right?Putting his head on the pillow of Ruan Jinjin, he began to dream of looking for Duke Zhou again.Uncle Feng just walked to the door. When he closed the door, he still looked at Jian Jie who was sleeping soundly, with a smile on his face: "This kid, he slept really soundly."

"Xiaojian! Uncle has gone to work, breakfast is ready, and I will get up and eat when I wake up later! Do you understand?" Uncle Feng told him while sitting by the bed.

"Hmm..." Jianjie let out a lazily drawn out voice, not knowing that Uncle Feng was talking to him, but responding instinctively.

Uncle Feng didn't speak any more. He quietly looked at Jianjie's naive sleeping posture, and approached to comfort his face, as if a sense of peace had penetrated into him, making him sleep more peacefully. Then he picked up the briefcase next to him and turned to go to work.

huh... huh...

Time is passing by with the sound of breathing, and the unique breath of the morning rushes into the room through the gap of the window with the morning light, all of which are interpreting the sweetness and tranquility of the moment. Time seems to be intoxicated at this moment, through the vague The sound of exhalation played a soft melody. It seemed that after a long century, Jianjie heard the call again in his deep sleep.

"Xiaojian...Xiaojian! Are you still awake?" Uncle Feng wanted to see Jianjie as soon as he came back, but he didn't see him in the living room.

"Woo...swallow..." Jianjie stretched his limbs while uttering birdsong. When he squinted his eyes, Uncle Feng's charming face was reflected in his eyes, and he called, "Uncle Feng!"

"Hmm! The sun is shining on your buttocks, why don't you get up soon?"

Uncle Feng pinched Jianjie's face lightly, with a pampering look on his face, a slightly rough hand, and a male-specific touch, which reminded Jianjie unconsciously of his restless little movements last night.His face was reddish, with shyness, he didn't dare to look at Uncle Feng's gaze, so he responded in a low voice: "Well, I'll get up!"

After putting on his clothes and shoes, Jianjie took out his mobile phone to check, it was almost ten o'clock.He asked doubtfully, "Uncle Feng, aren't you going to work today?"

"Come on, but everything has been dealt with, I'm afraid you will be bored at home alone, so I will come back first!"

Jianjie moved his injured left hand twice, getting used to the weak and itchy feeling, and thought, "Uncle Feng is so kind!"

Looking at him, everything is silent, just looking at him like a fascination, forgetting time and everything.

"Does Uncle have flowers on his face? Hehe!" Uncle Feng pretended to be false.

"Ah! No, Uncle Feng, I'll wash up first." After saying that, she walked out of the room as if fleeing.

"Slow down, kid, what's the rush?" Uncle Feng shook his head helplessly, then smiled faintly.

Jian Jie stood behind him after washing, as if he was very attached to the intimacy emanating from him.After breakfast, it was already close to noon, and before he had time to lament the passage of time, he heard Uncle Feng's voice: "Uncle is going to buy vegetables, are you here watching TV?"

"No, Uncle Feng, I'll go with you!" Jian Jie also stood up, like a follower.

"Okay, let's go together if you like!" The smile on Uncle Feng's face proved the joy in his heart at the moment.

The supermarket is very close to the residence, and it took a few minutes to walk there. On the side of the vegetables, Uncle Feng held a bag of vegetables in his left hand and a cucumber in his right hand. He looked at it and put it back, and then picked other fresher ones of.After some shopping, Jianjie walked out of the supermarket with two bags of things in his hand. He had a happy smile on his face, as if he was happy that he couldn’t reduce the weight for Uncle Feng last time, and he seemed to be brewing the taste of life carefully. When I was done buying, I went home.

After arriving home, Uncle Feng was cooking, and Jianjie wanted to help, but Uncle Feng knew that he had an injury on his hand, so he always refused to ask him to sit and rest, so he just stood aside stupidly.Watching one after another of delicious food on the table, the saliva swallowed and couldn't help but flow out. After each dish was placed on the table, the two began to eat.

After a full meal, both of them sat on the sofa waiting for the food to digest, chatting while watching TV.

"Uncle Feng, are you going back to school this afternoon?"

"Yes, Xiaojian! Are you bored at home alone? Uncle still has something to do when he goes back to school in the afternoon."

"It's not boring, it won't be boring if you watch TV!" Jianjie originally wanted to play outside with Uncle Feng in the afternoon, but now that Uncle Feng has something to do, he can only understand.

"If the TV doesn't look good, go online and play on the computer. Uncle will be back at three or four o'clock." Uncle Feng seems to be afraid of leaving Jianjie bored, but he has to get entangled in work, which is also a dilemma.

"Ok!"

In the room, Jianjie looked at the computer and moved the mouse. Uncle Feng was lying on the bed and taking a nap, and he didn't get up until nearly two o'clock.He approached Jianjie and said, "Xiaojian, Uncle has gone to work, play slowly!"

"Yeah!" Jianjie turned his head and watched Uncle Feng straighten his clothes. He really wanted to give him a hug before letting him go to work, but unfortunately he didn't dare.

Uncle Feng is different, he strokes Jianjie's hair casually, as if from the care of his elders, when Jianjie wants to touch him, he always feels too abrupt.Watching his walking back, I couldn't help but feel a sour and bitter taste in my heart, like a child always dragging an adult to buy a candy, and if he can't buy it, he won't let it go.

Sitting depressed, a sense of loneliness arises spontaneously. Jianjie begins to feel the loneliness of Uncle Feng alone. He has no wife or biological son. If his daughter gets married in the future, will he have something to rely on in his old age?Although he is the godson in his mouth, according to this point of view, how long can this kind of father-son relationship that is just lip service last?Can he cross a gap and accompany him for the rest of his life?

Quietly contemplating, this kind of day is exactly what I want to pursue day and night, but how long can this kind of day last, maybe it will end when the injury is healed...

Are we just strangers?Acquaintances know each other, but they are separated from each other?

this is a sky

an unbridgeable gap

secular prejudice

mentally unbearable thoughts

Can't have both

Is it impossible to have a true love without an unforgettable pain?

Is it impossible to talk about love without heart-piercing madness?

Why do we cherish each other so much, but not forever?

When I met you, I began to believe that there is destiny, that beauty has kindness, that you are my miracle and warmth, and that you are enough to warm this life.

When I met you, I knew that I could be so strong, because I love you, and I am willing to bear it.

Suddenly, a call came into my mind through the gap of time and space: "Xiaojian...Xiaojian, what are you thinking?"

Shaking his cranky head, Jianjie smiled and said, "Uncle Feng, are you back?"

"Well, I'm back!" Uncle Feng put his hand on Jianjie's shoulder, and asked with a smile, "What are you thinking? You are so focused."

Jianjie naturally enjoyed Uncle Feng's thick and big hands, but he was very aggrieved and couldn't touch any part of him in reverse, as if he was afraid that he would think of that, and replied: "It's nothing, hehe!"

"Oh, hehe! Accompany uncle to sit in the living room for a while."

Uncle Feng retracted his hand with a smile, and the two went to sit in the living room.Just chatting for a few words, Uncle Feng's cell phone rang suddenly, and he glanced at the number and put it next to his ear: "Hello! Old Zhao...hehe...well, it's at home... this one? Let's go another day... oh... Then... well then! Let’s talk when we come.”

Jianjie seemed to pay great attention to every expression of Uncle Feng. He was engrossed in watching it, and even looking left and right couldn't satisfy his thoughts.After listening to the call, Uncle Feng smiled at Jianjie: "Xiaojian! Uncle's friend will come over later."

"Oh!" Jianjie could only respond, and he would tell him any big or small things that Uncle Feng found.

After a long time, the doorbell rang, and when Uncle Feng opened the door, a person who walked in was about his age.Jian Jie looked at the door out of curiosity, and saw that he was carrying what seemed to be a very expensive bag with a rich smile on his face, and then turned into doubts: "Old style! What kind of smell is this? It looks like ointment, where did it come from?" odor?"

"This... this..." Uncle Feng held the door lock with one hand, he didn't know how to close the door, and looked towards Jianjie and muttered.

The smell of the ointment in Jianjie's hand did not dissipate, and it repelled the original smell in this room. It's no wonder that Uncle Feng's old friend smelled an unusual smell when he came in.When he saw Jianjie on the sofa, he was even more curious: "Old Feng, who is that kid?"

Uncle Feng looked very unnatural, as if a treasure in his private collection was suddenly discovered by a friend and refused to share with him.He scratched the short hair on his head, and didn't hide it, but said with low confidence: "He is my son!"

"What! Is he your son? When did you have a son?" Uncle Feng's old friends couldn't believe it. Maybe they were too familiar with Uncle Feng's details. son come?

"Hello, Uncle!" Seeing that he was getting closer and closer to him, Jianjie had no choice but to greet him.

"you're good too!"

Uncle Feng's old friend smiled amicably, but his face was more of an explanation.