Cubs can't, at least they shouldn't

It was a hot summer in the dream, and the electric fans in the police station were humming.

The policeman was sweating a lot, and the room was filled with a faint sour smell.

"You have only become an adult not long ago, and you will be his guardian?" The policeman wrote half of the words, pointing to the child next to him with a ballpoint pen.

That was Gu Changxi when he was a child, wearing a neat shirt and trousers in summer, buttoned up to the neck, with a kind of numbness and gloomyness that didn't match his age.

Jiang Song's face was also tense, and he repeated for the third time: "His grandfather was my calligraphy teacher, and he appointed me as Gu Changzhen's guardian before he died."

He took out the annual statement from the bank and solemnly placed it on the glass table, "I have independent financial ability, and he has no more suitable close relatives."

"Hey, the young man is quite safe." The policeman turned his head to look at Gu Changxi again, "Son, are you willing to let this brother be your guardian?"

Gu Changxi just lowered his eyes, as if he didn't hear his words.

"It's a pity, the child is still so young, it's not easy for the older generation of artists. It's not like those little stars, who take as much as they want to take a photo..." The policeman seemed to be sighing, but was stopped by Jiang Song , "The signature is ready, can I take him away now?"

The sun is scorching, but there is some wind anyway.

At that time, Gu Changxi had just reached his chest height, and Jiang Song could see three furry little spins on the top of his head as soon as he lowered his head, which was a rare immaturity in this child.

He heard Teacher Gu say that the child recited Tang poems at the age of two and solved the equations at the age of three, but no matter how smart the child prodigy is, Gu Changxi at this moment is just a ten-year-old child who lost his loved one overnight.

Jiang Song's heart softened, and he took his hand.

The child's fingers were dry and cold, and there was no warmth after being held.

"Changxi, don't you remember me too much?" Jiang Song had nothing to say, "You still asked me to name you when you were just born. When you were young, I often went to your house to practice calligraphy."

Not long after Gu Changxi was born, his parents died in a car accident, and he has been raised by his grandfather.

Jiang Song was under his grandfather's family a few years ago, and taught the little milk cake-like Gu Changxi to recognize fruits and small animals.

Later, the family let him focus on his studies and cut off his other hobbies. He didn't have much chance to go to the teacher's house. He didn't expect Gu Changxi to be so old.

The little hand was cold, but he was holding it numbly.

"When you first started talking, you called me brother, but the teacher said seniority is not age, so I will teach you to call me uncle." Jiang Song was very patient, "You gave me orange candy, remember?"

After not going to Gu's family to practice calligraphy for a long time, he was really not sure if the child still remembered him.

The two walked in silence for a while, and Gu Changxi said in a low voice, "Weicheng is in the morning rain and dust is light, so it is gentle and modest."

For some reason, Jiang Song felt the sadness for the first time after his teacher passed away.

He suppressed the heat in his eyes, and looked at the newsstand next to him selling cold drinks, "Is it hot? Do you want orange soda?"

The fingers in his palm trembled slightly and curled up.

Jiang Song waited quietly.

The child who was still holding on just now slowly turned around and hugged his waist.

The feeling in the dream was still very real, soft, so warm that it was hot and humid, and the child was trembling slightly, like a frightened chick.

The face that refused to lift was pressed against Jiang Song's waist, crying.

After waiting for a while, Jiang Song pawed him twice, "Gu Changxi is a man, don't cry."

After all, he was just a child. Gu Changxi raised his wet eyes and asked him, "Is it because I'm not good enough that Mom and Dad will leave me? Grandpa will leave me?"

Jiang Song didn't know how to comfort the child, "You are the best, Teacher Gu has always been proud of you."

"Is that because I grew up?" Gu Changxi seemed to have been troubled by this question for a long time, "Grandpa told me that one day adults will leave children, because children will become new adults."

After all, Jiang Song was not very old at that time, or maybe it was the two curled eyelashes clumped together with tears that softened his heart.

He lowered his head and said a contradictory yet gentle word to Gu Changzhen: "You can always be a child with me."

Those red eyes looked up at him, "Then if I become an adult, won't you leave me?"

Jiang Song was so distressed, he rubbed the child's hair, "I will stay by your side no matter what you become."

It's a pity that only six years have passed, and Jiang Song's words don't count.

"Uncle, did you lie to me when you said that no matter what I become, you would never leave me?"

At that time, those ginger eyes were still immature, bloodshot and disbelieving, and they looked at him without blinking.

Jiang Song opened his eyes in the dark, feeling groggy, but it didn't seem to be just because he didn't wake up.

He pressed the back of his hand to his forehead, and it was really hot.

After groping around the bed, Jiang Song picked out two medicine bottles from a pile of medicine bottles, picked up a few pills and swallowed dryly.

After a while, the fever didn't subside, and his head was caught like a chisel, Jiang Song pressed his temples, and got up from the bed lightly.

When he turned on his phone, it was only past three o'clock in the middle of the night, and there were probably only nurses on duty left in the community hospital.

Jiang Song's driver's license had been revoked long ago, so he could only use the software to call an online car-hailing car.

There were few cars at night, and he didn't see clearly the burnt meat and vegetables. When he got out of the house, he found that the car was still a hundred and eight thousand miles away from him.

After all came out, Jiang Song didn't bother to go back, and let the cold wind with snow flakes blow outside, and his forehead that seemed to be on fire felt a lot more comfortable.

Jiang Song squinted his eyes and saw that the light of the villa opposite was still on, and his mind turned at a very slow speed.

Last night, Gu Changxi met him face to face from a distance, and then walked straight into the opposite door.

A thin curtain was drawn on the second floor of the house, and the warm yellow light shone through. A silhouette seemed to be projected on the curtain, outlining a broad and strong back.

Did he buy the opposite side?Or have you just returned home and stayed at a friend's house for a while?I haven't slept yet, is it because of jet lag?

Jiang Song's eyes hurt from burning, so he closed his eyes and leaned against the doorpost.

The snowflakes kept falling, forming a fine mist on his eyelashes.

"Mr. Jiang." Gu Changzhen's voice suddenly sounded.

His voice was much lower than what Jiang Song remembered, soft and magnetic.

Jiang Song didn't expect him to go downstairs, and opened his eyes in a daze, "Huh?"

"Mr. Jiang doesn't sleep in the middle of the night, because he has the pleasure of admiring the snow?" Gu Changxi only wore a short jacket, which made him look particularly broad-shouldered and long-legged, reminiscent of an agile carnivore.

"No, I'm going out to do some errands." Jiang Song mumbled, trying to hold back the cough in his throat.

Gu Changxi turned to stare at him.

Unlike Jiang Song's dream, his eyes became narrower and elongated, his irises were extremely shallow reflected by the snow, but his gaze was unfathomable.

It was as if he was standing in this icy and snowy place, and he wouldn't let out any heat.

After a while he spoke, "Mr. Jiang has worked so hard to train me all those years, but after I left you refused to answer a single call, and didn't even give me a chance to thank you?"

In fact, Jiang Song has some considerations about whether to contact him or not, but many things have passed for many years, and he doesn't want Gu Changxi to be entangled in those old things again.

He chose a non-painful explanation, "You have always been stable and independent. I am quite relieved to study abroad."

"Oh," Gu Changxi lifted the corner of his mouth, but he didn't smile at all, "That is to say, whether my book is good or not, and whether my life is going well or not, it has nothing to do with Mr. Jiang, does it?"

Although it's not surprising that Gu Changxi had resentment towards him, Jiang Song made him yell "Mr. Jiang" one after another until he got a headache, and couldn't help pressing the corners of his eyes with his knuckles, "No."

Gu Changxi turned his head and looked at the dim projection of the street lamps in the snow, "Then does Mr. Jiang have anything to explain about his insistence on sending me away back then?"

"Explain?" Jiang Song's chuckle made a heap of air in the air, his hot breath burning his nostrils, "At that time, the domestic learning resources obviously couldn't satisfy you. The teacher entrusted you to me, and I will definitely seek it for you. The best environment to grow up."

Gu Changxi listened silently, his quiet profile looked like a Greek statue, "Over the years, has Mr. Jiang ever regretted it for a day?"

Jiang Song supported his temples with his knuckles, trying to hide the growing headache and dizziness.

"Regret that you can't wait to get rid of me, regret that you avoided me like you were avoiding germs, and you just ignored me?" Gu Changxi looked at the air in front of him, without any ups and downs, "Or, I am now Is it very regrettable that Mr. Jiang is back?"

"Gu Changxi." Jiang Song couldn't help pressing his forehead with the back of his hand, "Did you take a double degree in drama creation abroad? You just went abroad for a study, how could you think so outrageously?"

Gu Changzhen's voice was still calm, but it became colder, "Answer me."

Covered in the shadow by him, Jiang Song lamented that Mr. Gu's deterrent power really deserves his reputation.

Although I really want him to vent the anger he has held back all these years to himself, but it is really uncomfortable.

He glanced at the distance of the online car booking on his mobile phone, "My car is about to arrive, Changxi, let's talk about it later."

Gu Changxi raised his hand and held his forearm, "Answer me."

I haven't saved anything else in these years, and there are many problems on my body, even through thick clothes, Jiang Song's arm is just big enough for Gu Changzhen's big hand to grasp.

Gu Changxi lowered his head and didn't speak for a long time, as if he was confirming something, his fingers tightened slightly.

The bone pain caused by the high fever made Jiang Song feel that he was about to be crushed by him, but he didn't have the strength to break free, so he couldn't help but hummed, "Changxi, let go."

Gu Changzhen's face became more and more gloomy, his eyes lingered on Jiang Song's scarf, "Are you sick?"

The online car-hailing car arrived, and the headlights of the car shot two beams of light in the snowy night.

Horn honking is prohibited in the villa area, and the driver poked his head out of the window, "Sir! Is this the car you called?"

Glancing at Jiang Song indifferently, Gu Changzhen loosened his fingers slightly, and unhooked his arm without hesitation, allowing him to walk into the heavy snow.

The surroundings became quiet, and the voice-activated lights outside the entrance went out.

Gu Changxi closed his eyes and took a deep breath. The air was mixed with the coldness of snow, the smell of mud, and an undetectable sweet pear-like aroma.

He slowly opened his eyes, as if he was about to crush something, he clenched the palm of the void again.