When the heroine is male

The Spring Festival will be two days away, and Shengze can clearly feel the coming atmosphere of the Spring Festival from the noisy port.

He used the excuse of being heavy in his third year of high school to procrastinate as long as he could. Today is the deadline for Jiang Yuan to return home under the death order.

The female voice of the broadcast sounded, and Sheng Ze needed to seize the last time to go through the security check, but he still turned around and persuaded without giving up: "Brother, you should go back to the imperial capital with me, and you can arrange another place to live. If you leave alone, no one will take care of you." Say, Chinese New Year is also boring."

A few months later, Sheng Ze, who was carrying him at school, let go as soon as he ran to Sheng Quan's place. He was exactly the lively and youthful look that a big boy of this age should have.The half-grown child who once secretly vowed to enrich, arm, and strengthen himself unconsciously unloaded the burden on his shoulders after his brother came back, and the fat white dumpling who had everything to eat seemed to be back—but he didn’t know the worries and experiences Letting go after what happened is still different after all.

"I'll think about it." Judging by his brother's posture, it seems that it doesn't matter whether the time limit is over or not. If he doesn't give him a satisfactory answer, he really won't leave.

"Then it's settled!" Sheng Ze's eyes were filled with a triumphant smile. When it came to his understanding of Sheng Quan, he dared to admit that no one was number one. The look on his face showed that things were pretty much settled.He almost lost control of his expression, trying to pretend to be steady, but his pace became brisk without knowing it. He waved his hand from a distance, and boarded the starship under the urging of the flight attendant.

A few days before the new year, Sheng Ze followed Sheng Xueli back to the old house of the Sheng family, and Jiang Yuan, who had moved out, put down her grievances temporarily and went back to visit her elders together.The architectural style of the old house is ancient and charming, with rockery and curved water, roof tiles and eaves leaking, and gardens with flowers and trees.

One step at a time, elegant and exquisite.

Sheng Ze bent down to say hello to the cleanly dressed old man.The old man nodded slightly, and asked about Sheng's business, Sheng Xueli replied respectfully, in the voice of asking and answering, Sheng Ze slipped out with light steps.

The old man didn't say anything when he saw it, and the younger generation was not there, so he no longer concealed the anxiety in his heart: "...Sit down, don't stand, sit down." When the person sat down, he immediately asked, "Xueli, how is your health, how is the doctor doing?" explain?"

"Relax." Sheng Xueli smiled bitterly, "Hold on, at least until Aze takes over."

Jiang Yuan, who stayed out of the matter, took a look and didn't say anything.

"You're only in your 40s! You're less than [-]!" Mr. Sheng beat the ground hard with his crutches, his son is still so young!God is so cruel!

A garden was opened up in the vast old house. The cold air covered the face, the wind was blowing and the rain was blowing. Shengze walked aimlessly along the bluestone road, and drilled when he saw the road.After moving out of the old house, I have to come back to accompany the elderly every year and holidays. Many places have preserved the footprints of Sheng Quan when he was a child, and evoked the buried depths that belonged to Xiao Shengze. It hurts like a scar every time it is uncovered. Memory——Sheng Ze never confides in this child's mind to others, and maybe even secretly scolded hypocritically, remembering the things before the age of four to the present?Just kidding, can you remember things at the age of three or four?

Shengze takes a few steps to change the scene, play on the swings together, plant peach trees hand in hand, put fish fry on the bluestone slab standing by the lotus pond, the tomb where the dead birds are buried, the flower irrigation for gunfights, the grassland for walking dogs... …It’s a pity that every day changes, day after day, year after year, the lychee wood hanging on the swing is moth-wormed, the peach tree will bloom and bear fruit in the coming year, and the fence on the lotus pond circle cannot ford——Shengze is full of nostalgia and sadness. It is recorded that the contact person Sheng Quan is temporarily not in the service area, and the photos and videos are sent to the chat interface, which become historical records.

——When you get off the starship, be sure to contact me, bro!

When he got off the starship and saw the chatty message, Sheng Quan smiled lightly, touched the fuzzy photos in his memory for a moment, glanced at them one by one with complicated thoughts, and then strode out of the passageway.

Years ago, Sheng Ze searched for the address left by Sheng Quan, and he was willing to leave after confirming that there was no problem with the board and lodging.

But if you say you don't want to, it's all a lie.

Before leaving, Sheng Ze emptied another can of fruit beer, pursed his mouth, and muttered unconsciously: "I don't want to leave, shall I? You are alone—who will keep the year with you..."

"It's just the Chinese New Year, one day out of 365 days in a year, it's just a blink of an eye, it doesn't matter." The expression and tone were as he said, Sheng Quan looked at the time, "It's time to go back."

"Brother—" Sheng Ze lowered his head and sobbed in an instant, Sheng Quan didn't feel it, but felt sorry for him.

Sheng Ze's intelligent brain reminder light on the table flickered suddenly, and Sheng Quan glanced down.

In the middle of the night, the surroundings fell into silence, and the street was decorated in a festive red early. Sheng Quan stood aside and gathered his down jacket. Seeing the hover car rushing towards the set destination, the hem of the clothes and the ends of his hair fluttered in the breeze. , as light as a feather blown by the wind.

On New Year's Eve, although Sheng Quan emphasized that no one should be with him, Sheng Ze felt like a cat scratching his head, and as time went by, he became more and more intolerable.

"Concentrate on eating."

At the New Year's Eve dinner, the old man glanced at Sheng Ze one after another, and Sheng Xueli reminded him.

At the family dinner where the elders of the Sheng family were present, it was practiced not to speak when eating or sleeping, and the voice suddenly sounded, and the elders, peers and juniors who were closer to the same clan looked over directly or implicitly.

Sheng Ze lowered his head slightly and let out a muffled sound from the end of his nose, picking up the rice grains intently.

Red envelopes were given out after the meal, and the children's festive cheers echoed in the hall, dispelling the frozen rigid atmosphere, and only then did it have a little New Year's flavor.Melon and fruit snacks were delivered, adults chatted and chatted, reminiscing about the old days, and the little ones went to the courtyard to set off fireworks.

Sheng Ze didn't touch either side, and sat quietly in a remote corner, trying to suppress his strangeness, but he couldn't escape the eyes of those who knew him well.

The child's lively voice gave her a headache. Jiang Yuan climbed onto the handrail of the stairs on the second floor, and looked sideways: "What's wrong with you, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing." Sheng Ze subconsciously smiled softly.

Jiang Yuan pursed her bloodless lips slightly, and said nothing. The grown-up Sheng Ze gradually became unaccustomed to confiding, not only because of entering puberty, but also because of teenagers' thoughts.

The kidnapping dealt a great blow to her. Regret was like an invisible cocoon that bound her hands, feet and spirit, and she thought about it day and night.She was immersed in it, or drowned, and her attention to her youngest son was inevitably lacking.

The conversation didn't go deep, Jiang Yuan leaned on the handrail and swayed upstairs to rest.

At this moment, his eyes caught a glimpse of the subtle flickering of the reminder light, and it suddenly lit up.

Sheng Ze secretly held his wrist, and left the hall without going to the courtyard.

The cloister is secluded, and the hustle and bustle is usually filtered out before it enters here.

Brother: Aze, I wish you peace and joy in the new year, and you will be admitted to your ideal university.

Sheng Ze is already in the third year of high school, but he is the youngest among the students.

The powerlessness that he could only cry at the time of the incident is still unforgettable to this day, and it drives him to finish his studies as soon as possible, at least to be financially independent, and become an "adult" in everyone's eyes.

This idea was kept in mind before Sheng Quan came back, and since then, it has not changed, and it is even more urgent, just because the other party seems to have no grudges against the original family, in case...

In case something happens in the future, raise your head and look up, and you can rely on yourself.

Seeing the sincere wishes from his brother, Sheng Ze's eyes were burned to the point of being burned, he couldn't help blinking, pressed the light-off screen for a while, and shook the smart brain on his wrist.

The line of sight has been extended to the black sky cut into a square by the high wall, and the pace is urgent.

The street is bustling, and Shengze sent a message downstairs to the single-family dwellers by the alley:

I'm downstairs, brother, come down quickly, let's go out and have a meal.

On New Year's Eve, the restaurants still in operation were overcrowded, and Sheng Quan and Sheng Ze each had grilled oysters on the road in Huajie.

When ordering, Sheng Ze watched Xiaomi Jiao ready to move, and now hissed in frustration to take a breath.Sheng Quan took it, poked the rest of the oysters and ate it, with the same dignified expression, but his mouth was red, Sheng Ze smiled happily inexplicably.

Sheng Xueli noticed that something was wrong with his son, and he was faintly distracted at the dinner table, even if it wasn't obvious, it was already an eyesore to someone who was used to restraint.

"Mr. Sheng, you'd better come and have a look yourself."

The assistant who was sent to check on his son said so solemnly.

Then what did he see?

When Sheng Xueli got off the car, the expression on his face was calm. The emotions that Sheng Ze thought would be ecstasy, lost and found, and crying with joy could not be found on him, but his every move was sluggish, as if he had forgotten how to control it. The body of the robot.

Such an inexplicable Sheng Ze lost his original expectation for this sudden reunion, his heart shuddered, and he couldn't help taking a step away, standing in front of Sheng Quan: "Dad..."

Sheng Ze is not as powerful as Sheng Quan, so it doesn't prevent Sheng Xueli from looking at the latter. His eyes are straightened, but he loses his voice when he opens his mouth...

Suddenly I don't know how to call this strange son.