Cubs can't, at least they shouldn't

Jiang Song opened his eyes suddenly.

In front of him was Gu Changxi's long eyelashes like crow feathers.

He controlled himself not to push, but still couldn't hold back and flinched back.

Gu Changxi stared at him and opened his eyes.

Those golden pupils were like two lamps, so Jiang Song didn't dare to raise his eyes.

He felt that the smell on Gu Changxi's body seemed to have changed.

Obviously, it was originally reassuring, but it seemed that a certain chemical bond was subtly broken in an instant.

The smell tensed the nerves and made the heart beat faster.

The blood seemed to swell slowly in the blood vessels, and rushed to his face again.

He took a deep breath and thought to himself, I am his uncle.

"Don't press me down." Jiang Song attributed this novel physiological change to posture, and pushed Gu Changzhen very lightly.

Almost immediately, Gu Changyi let go of him, "Uncomfortable?"

Looking at the worry on his face, Jiang Song felt a little embarrassed again.

Like how petty he is.

If you are an uncle, you won't even be allowed to kiss him.

But he didn't know if this was the place to be generous.

"Uncle, do you think I'm a pervert?" Gu Changxi still put his hand on his stomach and gently rubbed it, his eyes drooped, as if he was looking at the back of his hand.

Jiang Song frowned, "What are you talking about? Why would I think so?"

"I heard it that day." Gu Changxi didn't shy away from the bug at this time, "Auntie said, I'm a pervert, how can I bully you."

Jiang Song blinked, "Ah", "Then you misheard, she definitely didn't mean that, she didn't mean you are a pervert."

As long as Gu Changxi asked one more question, he would not know how to make amends.

Fortunately, Gu Changxi nodded, seeming to easily agree with his words, "She shouldn't think I'm a pervert. I went to her house before, and she quite liked me."

"That's it," Jiang Song heaved a sigh of relief, rubbing his hair, "Who doesn't like our long hair?"

Gu Changzhen looked up at him.

"What do you think I'm doing? You don't really want me to shout in the street with a trumpet, do you?" Jiang Song pinched his face, "Five years old?"

"You don't need to shout on the street." Gu Changxi was still staring at him, "Can you say it in front of me?"

"What did you say?" Jiang Song put his hand back on his stomach, sat up a little bit upright, "Knead, don't be lazy."

"Tell me that you like me." After Gu Changxi finished speaking, he lowered his head as if without hope, "Although I also know that what you say may not mean anything, and you also said before that you will never leave..."

"Stop." Jiang Song felt that he might not be short of bad mouths in his life.

When Gu Changxi was not around, Xing Ce had to nagging him even if his tongue was tied with a bow.

When Gu Changxi first came back, two and a half of the three sentences contained guns and sticks. If he didn't hate him, he seemed to be uncomfortable.

It's good now, Gu Changzhen doesn't attack him anymore, but every sentence is full of grievances.

Sure enough, Gu Changxi shut up, but still didn't raise his head.

Jiang Song was a little helpless, "I like you, I like you the most."

He added "ancestor" in his mind.

"Then you like me, why can't I even kiss you?" Gu Changxi looked up and asked him as if he couldn't understand.

"Because most men don't kiss men." Jiang Song couldn't bear it, and answered him simply and rudely.

"Then I'm just an ordinary man to you." Gu Changxi nodded clearly as if he understood something.

Jiang Song pouted on his forehead with his index finger, "Gu Changxi, do you have a conscience?"

Gu Changxi's gaze was still fixed on him, and he asked persistently: "If you like me, and I'm not an ordinary man, can I kiss you?"

Jiang Song confuses him, it feels right but there seems to be something wrong.

He was thinking about it when his stomach twisted suddenly.

"Hiss." He frowned and pressed his stomach.

"It hurts?" Gu Changxi pressed the heel of his palm on his stomach to feel it, "Would you like to eat something?"

Still uncomfortable, Jiang Song hesitated, "I just drank sesame paste."

"How much is that?" Gu Changxi rubbed the back of his neck and discussed with him, "I only had two mouthfuls of porridge in the morning, and we eat a little vegetable. I'll rub it, okay?"

Jiang Song curled up on the sofa and waited for him.

He digests slowly, and all the vegetables are shredded and scalded carefully.

Jiang Song scooped a cup of Wensi tofu, "I saw a girl ask you for a social account before, did you give it in the end?"

Gu Changxi took out the phone and showed it to him.

Then for a solitary black profile picture, the number of attention and being followed is zero.

Jiang Song stared at the blank status bar for a while, "Then you don't make friends, and you don't publish, what are you doing with this account?"

Gu Changxi looked up at him.

Jiang Song was a bit overwhelmed by his watching, and guessed, "To see me? My account has not been logged in once in 800 years."

He hasn't logged in since Gu Changxi left, he even forgot the password.

"Yes, to see you share your love life and announce your marriage news." Gu Changxi rubbed his thumb against the screen, as if to wipe off some invisible dirt.

Speaking of this Jiang Song is even more inexplicable, "Where have I ever been in love?"

"I just think you talked about it." Gu Changxi insisted.

He had a serious face and didn't look like he was joking.

"Okay, I apologize." Jiang Song remembered the white medicine, thought of a possibility, and felt slightly sour.

He didn't wrestle with him, and his tone softened, "But I really haven't talked about it. Didn't I write you that guarantee? I even signed my fingerprints."

"You haven't talked about it, but I'm just sad." Gu Changxi still lowered his head, staring at his fingers.

Jiang Song really hoped that he would get well soon.

Otherwise, Gu Changxi would always look like he was about to cry, and he would be really worried to death.

"My fault." Jiang Song tilted his head, "Is there anything else? WeChat? Penguin?"

Gu Changxi opened the software one by one and showed him.

They are all very early accounts. Except for work, they are all blank, and there is no sharing about personal life.

Jiang Song took out his mobile phone and added himself one by one, "Don't worry?"

Gu Changxi looked at Jiang Song and pushed him to the top without saying a word.

"In this way, even if I'm not around, I can still be contacted anyway." Jiang Song returned the phone to him, smiling slightly, "I've been dishonest for a while, but is it now a case of recovery?"

"These can all be blocked." Gu Changxi didn't seem to trust him very much, and there was no ups and downs in his tone.

Jiang Song was really at a loss, and finally said in a low voice: "...you can kiss."

Gu Changxi acted as if he didn't hear him, but still turned his head and didn't look at him.

Jiang Song gritted his teeth, really couldn't hold back his anger, and raised his voice, "You can kiss, but you can't pretend to be pitiful!"

Gu Changxi performed well in the next half a month, at least he didn't cry anymore.

Two days after Jiang Song's green calyx was delivered, a phone call came from home.

At that time, his health was much better, and he was peeling walnut kernels head to head with Gu Changxi.

Hearing Zhang Rusen's daughter's voice, Jiang Song was a little surprised, "Xiao'e, what's the matter?"

Weeping on the other end of the phone.

Jiang Song put down the phone with a serious expression on his face.

Gu Changxi didn't ask him anything, he got up and went to get him some dark clothes.

When they arrived, many people had already gathered at Zhang Rusen's house.

Zhang Xiaoe walked in to meet them, "There is a person surnamed Wei talking to my father inside, you can go in later."

Jiang Song raised his eyebrows slightly, "If Wu Qingshan doesn't come by himself, let Wei Yumou come?"

"Brother Song, don't shout." Zhang Xiao'e held back her tears and whispered, "There are many people from the Wu family."

"The Wu family." Jiang Song smiled coldly, "The surface is positive."

Not long after, Wei Yumou came out of the room crying, "Uncle Zhang is such a good person, we still expect him to support us more, why..."

"Why are you crying?" Jiang Song looked at him coldly, "Why are you doing so ugly here before you leave?"

"You...!" Wei Yumou raised his head, as expected, there was no tear on his face.

When he saw Gu Changzhen behind Jiang Song, he stopped cursing all his mother-in-law words, "I'm just worried about Uncle Zhang's health."

Jiang Song glanced at him impolitely, pushed the door open and went in.

He closed the door, and the light in the bedroom dimmed immediately.

There was an old man's smell in the air.

Although he was mentally prepared when he answered the phone, Jiang Song felt as if he had stepped on a hole in the ice when he saw Zhang Rusen, and it was so cold from the inside out.

Back then, Jiang Zhengguo couldn't wait for his retirement.

So Jiang Song has never seen anyone who is lingering on the sick bed except himself.

The person lying on the bed was not so much a person as a corpse that hadn't completely cooled down.

In the early spring that hadn't fully recovered, Zhang Rusen was wearing a crimson wool cap, as if he could restore some of his complexion.

The dark blue skin was loosely attached to the cheekbones, making his eye sockets more sunken.

His eyes were half-open, with a gleam of light on the edge, as if they hadn't blinked for a long time.

The endotracheal tube lifted his head slightly, and the air pumped out had an indescribable smell.

Zhang Rusen was obviously unable to speak or move, and he might not even know anyone.

On the head of the bed is the green calyx newly given by Jiang Song.

The first flower buds seemed to be the only life in the room.

"Uncle Zhang." Jiang Song walked to the bed with a natural smile on his face.

It was as if he came home from school many years ago and saw Zhang Rusen helping peel garlic in his kitchen.

Those cloudy eyeballs seemed to flicker slightly.

Jiang Song sat down by the bed and sprinkled some water on Lue.

"Xiao'e and my younger brother are grown up and married, don't worry." He lowered his head and wiped the water off his hands.

Zhang Rusen's eyes widened slightly, but his eyes were not focused.

Jiang Song was silent for a while, "If they need to take care of something, I won't ignore it."

He turned his head to look at the flowers on the bed again, "This green calyx was found by Changxi. He heard that you like it, it took a lot of effort."

The implication is that Gu Changzhen will not embarrass his children.

Zhang Rusen's eyes moved slightly, and his eyes fell on Jiang Song.

Jiang Song also understood, "I don't blame you. My father doesn't blame you either, you take good care of me."

His nose was sore, but he knew he couldn't cry.

He shook Zhang Rusen's dead branch-like hand, "I'm an adult now. Although I'm not as good as I am, I'm not inferior to anyone else. I can take care of myself."

Perhaps it was another kind of luck that Jiang Song had never bid farewell to anyone so formally.

He wanted to reassure him.

But there was another question in his heart, a question that he might get the answer if he asked, but he would regret it for the rest of his life if he didn't ask.

He wanted to ask Zhang Rusen what he knew about the Wu family, what was the password for the string of numbers that he had written to him.

But Zhang Rusen couldn't even tell if he was still awake.

Jiang Song sat quietly by the bed for a while, then patted Zhang Rusen's hand, "Take a good rest, I will come to see you again in two days."

He knew in his heart that there would be no more two days.

There seemed to be a slight change in the air flow in the cannula, and there was a small whistling sound at the exit.

Jiang Song looked down at him.

Zhang Rusen's eyes blinked slowly, and the eyeballs returned to their original positions.

Jiang Song followed his gaze and looked over.

A picture of a purple robe and jade belt hangs on the wall.

It was drawn by him himself, and it was hung in the living room by Zhang Rusen before. Someone in the family wanted to show it off: "This is drawn by Lao Jiang's son."

Once Jiang Song was at his house, and the person who came joked with Zhang Rusen, "No matter how good the painting is, he is the son of Mr. Jiang. What are you doing with this place?"

Zhang Rusen didn't have much hair at that time, he patted Jiang Song on the shoulder and said, "Then Xiao Song is also my half son, and I still love him the most."

Including when Jiang Zhengguo died later, the Jiang family was besieged on all sides.

Jiang Song is using his life to protect the Jiang family. Although he dare not commit suicide, he doesn't expect much from life.

It's just that the family feud has not been avenged, and there are wanderers who have not yet grown up and dare not die.

I don't know if I can see it, Zhang Rusen said to him: "People live a lifetime, and there are too many things they can't help themselves. But as long as you are still alive, many things can still be turned around."

Jiang Song turned his head, looked at the brighter place for a while, then turned his head and said to the person on the bed: "This painting is not good, so I will take it back, and I will draw a better one for you later."

Zhang Rusen's eyes were closed, only the weak and slow ups and downs of his body showed that he was still alive.

Jiang Song held the painting and twisted open the door, looking over with both eyes intentionally or unintentionally.

Zhang Xiaoe's eyes were red and swollen, "Brother Song."

Before Wei Yumou left, he glanced at his hand, "Mr. Jiang came to visit the patient, and he didn't say anything, but he still wanted to take something away?"

The people who were sitting and eating melon seeds and drinking tea also stopped what they were doing, patted their pants and stood up.

"My father is kind to Uncle Zhang. Uncle Zhang has worked hard in my Jiang family, which is already repaid." Jiang Song was surrounded by people, and he still spoke in a leisurely manner. "Last winter, Uncle Zhang changed to another high school. He Gu Changxi’s shares are kept by Mr. Gu, so it has nothing to do with the Jiang family.”

He unfolded the painting, revealing the inscription inside, "This is a painting I drew for Uncle Zhang more than ten years ago. I originally gave it to him out of friendship. Now that the friendship is gone, I just took it back with me after what happened today. .”

Zhang Xiao'e looked at him blankly for a while, and couldn't help crying bitterly, covering her mouth.

"The tea at Mr. Jiang's side is already cold before people leave." Wei Yumou sarcastically said, "As expected of a tough guy who is famous all over the Beijing circle, he's hardened to the core."

Gu Changzhen didn't say anything, just lowered his head and smiled lightly.

Wei Yumou immediately stopped talking, and looked at Jiang Song fearfully.

"I don't have anything else to do, I'm leaving first, everyone can sit down." Jiang Song said coldly, rolled up the scroll and left.

Wei Yumou watched the door close, gritted his teeth bitterly, and was about to leave.

"Mr. Wei, follow? Didn't Mr. Wu say to stare at him?" A person came up to him and said.

When Wei Yumou went out, his voice was no longer suppressed, "The old man can't even cough, and he must not be able to say a word. As for the broken painting, it's just a thin piece, so there is no mystery. "

"What if..." The man was a little worried.

"Just in case!" Wei Yumou waved his hand, "Didn't you see who is following Jiang Song? Gu Changxi is he/mother you can provoke if you want to? It's too late!?"

On the way back, Jiang Song kept staring at the painting in his hand.

He knew there was something he wanted in that painting.

But in front of him were Zhang Rusen's exhausted eyes.

He couldn't solve it.

He didn't know when Zhang Rusen started preparing for this painting.

Before the critical illness, when the diagnosis was made, or before being poured a cup of hot tea in the office.

He had guessed that Zhang Rusen's job-hopping would not be that simple.

But he was used to too many betrayals, so he didn't think about it deeper.

Even a few minutes before Zhang Rusen pointed out the painting to him, he was still thinking about whether to take advantage of the dying man in front of him.

He shows no mercy to his enemies.

But those memories of the past refused to let him go.

It seemed that from the beginning to the end, Zhang Rusen was an amiable person who never betrayed him.

most despicable.

His deepest emotion at the moment is not sadness, but rejoicing.

He's glad he's still alive.

He was thankful that Gu Changxi never had to sympathize with and bid farewell to someone with deep meaning like he did today.

He didn't dare to think that if the person lying on the bed was himself.

Gu Changxi sat by the bed, trying to think of something to reassure him just like he did just now.

But it is very clear that things in this world will soon have nothing to do with this person.

If he didn't worry about it, he would just leave.

He couldn't figure out how Gu Changxi pretended everything was fine after he sent him away, and he couldn't figure out how Gu Changxi lived in a pure black social network avatar.

Is that why he takes that medicine?

And when Gu Changxi returned to the country, he saw a sick and torn self, how he held grudges in vain.

Gu Changxi's gnashing of teeth suddenly had an explanation.

When he was determined to die, he wore the amulet that Gu Changxi begged for step by step, and he tried his best to plan to leave everything to him, thinking that even if he died, Gu Changzhen would still have something in this world. Rely on.

How funny.

Jiang Song looked at the new willow passing by the car window, his eyes were dry.

He has nothing to cry about.

He knew that his tears could do nothing to this world.

Unlike when Jiang Zhengguo was alive, he didn't even have to cry, he could get a few words of simple but effective comfort.

Only children have the right to cry.

The car stopped at the door of the house.

When Jiang Song got off the car, he even smiled with Gu Changxi, "It's getting warm soon."

As soon as he entered the door, he was pushed against the wall by Gu Changxi.

Jiang Song didn't have much strength to fight, he just let him hold his wrist, "What are you doing?"

Gu Changxi lowered his head and pecked him on the lips, "You said it, I can kiss."

Jiang Song was really exhausted and in no mood, he just leaned back resignedly and closed his eyes.

Gu Changxi was very patient, sucking on his lips slowly.

He felt the soft tip of Gu Changzhen's tongue, licking the corner of his mouth little by little.

It's not like kissing, it's more like soothing.

For the first time, Jiang Song felt aggrieved by the pleasant woody fragrance.

He bit his lip and straightened his back, pulling himself together.

People look down on someone who is called an uncle when she sheds tears.

He tried his best to smile at Gu Changxi, trying to push him away, "If you have nowhere to go, then peel the remaining walnuts."

Gu Changxi lowered his head, rubbed Jiang Song's red eyes that had betrayed him a long time ago, "It's all right."

It was just such a simple sentence that almost made Jiang Song's tears fall.

But he still endured, "I know it's okay."

"Cry out, Jiang Song." Gu Changxi lightly patted him on the back.

Jiang Song quickly wiped away the tear, "Why am I crying? Who is like you, a child."

"Jiang Song," Gu Changxi shielded him between himself and the wall, "You can always be a child with me."

Jiang Song wanted to say that the little kid should stop pretending to be an adult, but the tears just fell down disobediently.

Gu Changxi stretched out his arms to wrap his arms around him, and patted his back lightly, "You can cry if you feel uncomfortable."

Jiang Song wanted to control but couldn't.

He held onto Gu Changzhen's clothes tightly, and finally put his forehead against his shoulder, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

作者有话要说：感谢在2021-09-2320:56:10~2021-09-2420:47:52期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

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