Mr. Rebirth hold hands

This year's Spring Festival, the Qin family was gloomy.

Mr. Qin sat alone in the dining room, staring at the outside in a daze.

His little grandson suddenly refused to speak again, even looking at people with consideration and doubts in his eyes.

Everything was fine, why did it suddenly become like this?

My Little Six, what did I do wrong...

Relying on the plan written by Qin Huanlang years ago, and the godlike Secretary Qin, Wanxi Group continued to develop, and Qin Huanlang's sudden illness was well covered up.

When Yang Yang came back from the outside, Mr. Qin looked at him, his lips twitched, and he only reached out to pat him on the shoulder.Seeing the other party hurried upstairs to accompany his grandson, Mr. Qin felt endless sadness.

Tiger poison does not eat offspring, others can still care about their grandson, their youngest son, doing it over and over again.

Mr. Qin knew neither too much nor too little about Chen Yanbei's affairs. Although he had no feelings, it was impossible for him to remain indifferent to what the child had experienced.

Mr. Qin sometimes wonders where his youngest son looks crooked. No one looks like a naive kid in his 40s who can do whatever he wants.

Maybe it's because my father still exists, and he always softens his heart at the last moment.

Mr. Qin closed his eyes silently: "... Zhihong's side...don't worry about him anymore, don't worry about anything. I'm already tired."

Secretary Qin silently pushed his glasses and nodded.

In the room, Yang Yang sat in front of Qin Huanlang.

Qin Huanlang sat on the chair, and Yang Yang's hand lightly fell on the back of his hand. After a while, he came out of the dream-like state.

Qin Huanlang has been maintaining this worrying state recently.

He often seems to be sleeping alone with his eyes closed, and seems to be immersed in his own world.No crying, no fuss, no laughing, no talking, terribly quiet.He doesn't even eat much.

Like a doll, like a human being, but without a soul.

Yang Yang held his hand and couldn't help leaning his head on his hand.

"What's the matter... what are you thinking?"

Why can't you see us beside you in a world of one person...

Qin Huanlang's consciousness was always clear, he couldn't sleep, and he didn't dare to sleep.

The 16-year-old self is always present, like a shadow.

He was afraid that once he fell asleep, he would wake up and find that the world was still so cruel and he had nothing.

Long-term sleeplessness made him very weak, and his senses became increasingly blurred.

Just like today, when he felt that someone was beside him, he opened his eyes after a while, and turned to look at the pious person holding his hand and closing his eyes.

like a knight...

Qin Huanlang suddenly thought of it, and remembered the scene that he seemed to be dreaming about.

I am alone in a huge palace, the moon is setting in the sky, the galaxy is hanging upside down, and then a person appears with the light, stepping on the morning light and walking to my side, piously, saluting, like a heroic knight...

It's just your imagination.

Qin Huanlang's eyes blurred, and he saw himself reaching out and touching his cheek with a bloody hand, which felt cold and sticky.

No one will be there for you, it's all your imagination.

Qin Huanlang moved his fingers slightly.Feeling the other party's hand tighten, the temperature in the palm is so warm that I want to cry.

Really... Is it all my own imagination?

Yang Yang sat with Qin Huanlang all afternoon, during which time he kept talking to him, trying to get him to react.

Seems to have a little effect.

Yang Yang watched Qin Huanlang actually show a smile under his nagging, and felt uncomfortable all over his body.

"Do you want to drink water?"

Yang Yang stood in front of Qin Huanlang, half squatting on the ground.

He was a bit late in puberty, and his height shot up immediately, especially in the third year of high school, just like bamboo shoots in spring, as soon as he grows taller every day, he grows when he sees the wind.

"I measured my height yesterday. I'm 168. I'm still 12 centimeters short. I can become a man of 1.8 meters!"

Yang Yang squatted in front of Qin Huanlang, and couldn't help frowning: "Hey... when will you teach me fencing? You look so handsome..."

Watching Qin Huanlang slowly close his eyes, Yang Yang sighed, got up and went downstairs to pour water.

Before the Chinese New Year, I saw a girl smoking a book with a lemon at school, and Yang Yang suddenly thought of making homemade lemon honey tea.

Secretary Qin asked to buy a few fresh lemons, sliced ​​them, dried them, and soaked them in honey.

Counting it, today is the fifth day, maybe you can take it out and try it.

Yang Yang ran to the kitchen to boil water, and took out the honey lemon slices in the refrigerator.

Lemon slices are soaked in brown and bright honey, and the sweet and sour taste is tangy. Pick up the crystal clear lemon slices and put them in a bowl with the pulled honey. When the water is boiled, the slightly sour smell has a strong sweet smell. Up, sweet and greasy with the fruity aroma of lemon.

Yang Yang took the plate and put the bowl away. After thinking for a while, he took two spoons and a bag of bread slices and went upstairs with them.

Qin Huanlang was in a daze in the room, his consciousness gradually dissipating in the dark night sky like flying fireworks.

He watched himself emerge from the darkness, reaching out his hand close to him, as if he could swallow him up in the next second, and everything would return to zero.

What are you expecting?

Do you think you can be happy?

The door was pushed open, and light dispelled the darkness.

Yang Yang entered the room with a plate, fiddled with the small square chair with his feet, put it in front of Qin Huanlang, and put hot honey and lemonade on it.

"It's cold, drink some honey to moisten it. You don't seem to like sweet food very much. I will soak lemon in it so that it won't be too sweet. Try it?"

Qin Huanlang slowly shifted his gaze from himself to Yang Yang, and it took him a while to recognize the other's face.

A small soup spoon took a spoonful of honey water, which still had the sour aroma of lemon. Yang Yang slowly handed the spoon to Qin Huanlang's chapped lips like feeding a baby.

"Take a sip, it tastes good."

Qin Huanlang's eyeballs moved, turned around, looked down, and stared at the spoon handed to him. From Yang Yang's point of view, he became cross-eyed.

Normally, Yang Yang would definitely laugh, but now, he only feels distressed.

Qin Huanlang is the male god in his heart, Yang Yang has always thought so.

He is handsome, tall enough, and has a figure. He is also smart and capable.And love.

A man who can do this is enough to be worshiped by many people, and it is not too much to be a male god.

But it is such a person, the more he understands and is familiar with, the more distressed he is.

Young people in their early twenties should be full of youth and enthusiasm, not like an old man who is dying, without the desire to survive.

After feeding Qin Huanlang a sip of honey water, Yang Yang took a deep breath and suppressed tears back into his eyes.

"It tastes good, right? It's moist and not greasy. I drink it a lot recently. Would you like some bread? I ate wontons in the morning and I'm hungry now."

Yang Yang talked to himself, picked up a piece of bread, tore a small strip, and handed it to Qin Huanlang's mouth.

Qin Huanlang didn't move, Yang Yang raised the bread until his hands were sore, but the other party still didn't respond.

He put the bread away and continued to feed Qin Huanlang water with a spoon: "Why don't you tell me what you want to eat? There is big bone soup today. Auntie bought flour. I kneaded the dough last night to ferment. How about steamed buns?" We'll make steamed buns. If we want to eat steamed buns, we'll chop stuffing. I'm taller now, and my hands are stronger, and I can chop vegetables beautifully now, so you don't have to worry about me smashing the pot."

Qin Huanlang's lips moved slightly, Yang Yang paused, and put his head closer: "What did you say?"

Qin Huanlang saw that the person in front of him was muttering beside him all the time, his eyes were bright, as if the stars had fallen into the world.

Even if he ignored him, he was still so persistently by his side, saying every word, not leaving him easily.

You said, this kind of person was also imagined by me?

he said to himself.

Then he saw that his face, which had always been ridiculed in front of him, had no expression.

Am I in a dream, or am I in someone else's dream?

Qin Huanlang asked himself.

The man fed himself water, sweet honey water, and the sourness of lemon.

He seemed to see himself when he was a child, being put on a chair by the nanny and being fed water one mouthful at a time.

Time and space are reversed, and it becomes a metropolis full of high-rise buildings, people come and go, and cars are like flowing water.Standing on the side of the road, the rain covered the sky.

Then someone called himself in the alley.

what happened?

are you hungry

Have a bowl of hot noodle soup.

"noodle……"

Qin Huanlang moved his lips slightly and spit out a word. Yang Yang pressed against him and heard it clearly.

"Do you want noodles?"

Yang Yang laughed happily, stretched out his hand to touch Qin Huanlang's forehead, and held his cold hand with one hand: "I'll cook noodles for you, come with me, okay?"

Qin Huanlang raised his head, and the blurred figure in his consciousness gradually overlapped with the person in front of him.

Time seems to stand still at this moment, light and shadow have turned into floating fragments, and the 16-year-old self is gradually twitching, becoming a grown-up self.

Standing in the rain with a downcast face in a black coat, there is a small noodle stand in front of him.

The coal stove boiled the water in the big pot, and the aroma of the broth spread out layer by layer.

A person is in front of him, stretching out his hand to himself, one step forward is warmth, and standing still is bone-chilling cold.

Is this also a fantasy?

No, I... I believe in this warmth in my hands.

Qin Huanlang's hands tightened slightly, and he slowly stood up following Yang Yang's pulling him. The continuous irregular work and rest made him a little weak. After taking a step, he couldn't help leaning on Yang Yang.

Yang Yang took Qin Huanlang's hand and propped him up.

Qin Huanlang was so thin that Yang Yang didn't need much effort to carry him on his back. He helped him slowly down the stairs, and Yang Yang was sweating profusely.

Qin Huanlang has been looking at him, tilting his head, looking at the little boy who is a head shorter than himself.

The soft hair, the fair skin, the panting voice, the temperature of the body that sticks together.

He is Yang Yang.

Qin Huanlang thought of a name, and his consciousness began to blur again.

The faces of the child who was pulling him to run, and the young man who was sitting opposite him and smiling gradually overlapped.

Although one is young and immature, and the other's face has been ravaged by the vicissitudes of time, those eyes have not changed.

The stars fell to the earth, is that what it is?Slightly exuding light, never willing to give up easily.

The young man who invited himself to eat noodles told himself that life is not easy but life is precious.

He said... There is nothing better than being alive. Only when you are alive can you have infinite possibilities.

What if no one wants you to live, no one can live with you?

Qin Huanlang recalled the words he had never asked in his previous life and this life, and watched Yang Yang put himself on the chair, picked up the dough and started kneading.

The small apron, the smoke rising from the boiling water, the blurred figures, except for the rain and the alley, everything overlaps perfectly.

As a kindness, I want to find the person who cooked noodles for me in my previous life, and I want to give him a chance, a chance to change my life.

So there is the Wanxi Group's student aid plan in this life.

The owner of the noodle stall seems to be from Shaoshi...

Yang Yang could only make sliced ​​noodles in a hurry. Once the water boiled, put the noodles down, adjust the simmered rice, and take out the noodles. It looked decent.

After dripping a few drops of prickly ash oil, Yang Yang squatted in front of Qin Huanlang with his face upright, the boiling heat carried the fresh aroma of the food, as well as his warm heart.

"Have a taste?"

Yang Yang looked at Qin Huanlang with full anticipation, God knows how happy he was when he heard Qin Huanlang say the words.This is when the other party took the initiative to talk about food. Don't say that you just know how to make it, even if you don't, you have to make it temporarily!

Qin Huanlang looked at Yang Yang, at the noodles in his hand.

The same taste, the same people, the same warmth.

He raised his hand and lightly touched Yang Yang's face: "Are you real?"

"Yes."

"I didn't imagine it, did I?"

Yang Yang had a sore nose, held the noodles in one hand, and clasped the back of Qin Huanlang's hand with the other: "How could it be? I am so vivid and unique, living in front of you? I am real, you are real, and so is my face." Real, the world—and real."

Qin Huanlang bowed his head and took the noodles. Yang Yang squatted in front of him, like a pious knight, swearing his heart to the king.

Chopsticks pick up strips of noodles and put them in the mouth. The slightly spicy and sour taste explodes in the mouth, as well as the sweet smell of meat.

Bite after bite, Qin Huanlang ate the noodles, watching his 16-year-old self slowly dissipate like a person made of sand.

I woke up from the dream, and I saw my heart was still beating.

Picking up the noodle bowl to drink the soup, Qin Huanlang sighed a long time, and looked down at the person looking up at him. The young man's face was green, and there was a strong and soft hope between his brows.

"Noodles shaved like a dog's..."

Qin Huanlang said softly, Yang Yang burst into tears with laughter, and buried his head on his knee.

"Then I will practice more in the future, and I will always satisfy you."