between heartstrings

Opening the curtains to let sunlight into the room, Chu Jiahe moved the honeysuckle standing in the corner to the window to bask in the midday sun.

In four or ten minutes, we will see Wei Sizhe. Chu Jiahe looked at the pond in the courtyard, lost his mind for a moment, and then moved his eyes to the entrance of the nursing home again.

What Wei Sizhe said on Monday night, Chu Jiahe thought over and over again in his heart, not daring to forget a single word.They are too precious, enough to be the courage and confidence to face all difficulties in life, a feeling he never expected.

Today was Wednesday, and there was only a day and a half in between. Chu Jiahe didn't know how many times he had read Wei Sizhe's name, letting this person control his mood.Once the longing deepened, it was easy to get distracted when doing things, so that Wei Qiao behind him called him three times, and Chu Jiahe turned around in a daze to answer.

"Xiao Chu." Wei Qiao looked at his face and asked, "Do you have something on your mind?"

"No." Chu Jiahe moved to the side of the bed and sat on the folding chair, with a guilty tone, "I'm sorry, old man, I'm the one who deserted."

"If you're thinking about 'good' things." Wei Qiao wiped his presbyopic glasses with a spectacle cloth, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes were accumulated due to his smile, "then take a few more errands."

Chu Jiahe smiled and gave Wei Qiao the "Spring Tea Notes" spread out on the bedside table.

"I'll show you something." Wei Qiao's expression was mysterious

Chu Jiahe imitated his appearance, also mysteriously: "What is it?"

"My baby." When he said these four words, Wei Qiao's face lost a little oldness and a little more pride. He took out an old photo from his notebook, "Neng, isn't it cute?"

Chu Jiahe's surprise was subconscious - Wei Sizhe in the photo was less than one year old, with a chubby little face, holding a toy abacus in his right hand, and a string of copper coins in his left hand.

The heart was softened by Wei Sizhe's cuteness, Chu Jiahe's facial management almost lost control, and he was a little incoherent for a while: "Is this a lottery?"

"This kid, Si Zhe, caught things related to money twice." Wei Qiao fell into the memory, the smile on his lips did not diminish, "A pair of big eyes are piercing, and his arms and legs are crawling very fast. Yes, the direction is clear, the goal is clear, and there is no hesitation for a second."

Chu Jiahe pinched the photo with both hands, and looked at it while listening. Wei Qiao's words fell into his ears and turned into a feather, sweeping his heart.

"This one." Wei Qiao handed another photo to Chu Jiahe and said, "It was taken when Si Zhe was two years and three months old."

Due to the rough edges and brittle texture of the photo paper, Chu Jiahe took it carefully, not only saw Wei Sizhe when he was two years old, but also his mother, Ban Yue.

She is a woman with excellent temperament, even if she is holding Wei Sizhe and wearing plain clothes, she still stands tall and beautiful.Chu Jiahe deepened his gaze and observed carefully, and found that Wei Sizhe was more like Wei Qiao when he was young, but he had a lot of similarities with Ban Yue when he grew up.

Wei Qiao stared at the group photo of the family of three. Once this person gets old, he always likes to talk about the past, frequently looking back at the most memorable moments in his life.When Wei Sizhe opened the door and came in, Wei Qiao was excitedly talking about "the first time I went to school for a parent-teacher meeting, and the class teacher praised Wei Sizhe for getting a perfect score in the math test", he listened briefly, and glanced at the photo in Chu Jiahe's hand , the party sighed melancholy: "Dad, can you save some face for your son."

Wei Qiao retorted, "Aren't I praising you? I'm giving you a high face."

"During the nine-year compulsory education, I got full marks in mathematics." Wei Sizhe put down the bag of fruits he had brought, and looked at Wei Qiao, "You have to boast so much to gain face."

Wei Qiao dismantled the stage in a cold voice: "What about the language?"

Wei Sizhe: "..."

"He just passed the pass line in Chinese in high school." Wei Qiao revealed to Chu Jiahe in dissatisfaction, "He is too partial in subjects, thanks to his dad being a Chinese teacher."

Wei Sizhe picked up the newspaper on the side and kept fanning his face. Seeing this, Chu Jiahe asked with concern, "Does Mr. Wei feel that the room is too hot?"

"It's okay." Wei Sizhe waved his hand at him, "My blood pressure is a little high."

Chu Jiahe couldn't hold back anymore, his shoulders trembled from laughing.

At [-]:[-] in the afternoon, Wei Sizhe sent Wei Qiao to the activity center to listen to the "Tao Te Ching" lecture.Chu Jiahe was waiting at the door of the building, and saw Wei Sizhe coming out from inside. He went up to meet him, and suddenly felt that it was difficult for him to maintain the relaxed and natural state of mind when he was alone with him in the past.

The current relationship has not yet been clarified, and there is still a hazy barrier between them. They are not close, but far better than ordinary friends. Chu Jiahe is slowly adapting to this change.

"We have two hours." Chu Jiahe asked, "What does Mr. Wei want to do?"

Wei Sizhe put his hands in his pockets and replied, "With you by my side, I can do whatever I want."

The tone of speech, mixed emotions, and the way they looked at each other were all different from the past. Chu Jiahe retracted his gaze, pointed to a path behind the main building, and suggested, "The weather is so nice, let's go for a walk?"

Wei Sizhe said, "It's exactly what I want."

Stepping on the gravel road, the branches of poplar trees staggered above their heads. The two of them stepped on the light spots all over the ground. The narrow and long path led to a garden on the south side of the nursing home. The lush holly bushes surrounded the narrow path for people to pass. Brightly colored roses and roses grow.

Wei Sizhe stretched comfortably in the warm sunshine. The morning symposium lasted for more than three hours, which made his neck stiff and his limbs tired. Fortunately, there was someone who could always relieve his fatigue. .

Wei Sizhe: "Tsk."

Chu Jiahe turned his head when he heard the sound: "What's wrong?"

Wei Sizhe sighed, "It's so unfair."

Chu Jiahe was confused, Wei Sizhe slowed down and said, "If you want to know anything about me, you can ask my dad anytime, and he will confess everything to you in detail."

"But I don't have this condition." Wei Sizhe said pretending to be depressed, "Chu Jiahe is here with me, it's too mysterious."

Chu Jiahe wrapped his arms and elbows and said with a smile, "Stop teasing me, where does my sense of mystery come from?"

"Tastes, hobbies, childhood anecdotes, and your school days." Wei Sizhe shrugged, "I don't know anything about these."

Taking two quick steps, Chu Jiahe turned around and stood in front of Wei Sizhe, blocking his way: "I assure you, I have no secrets with you."

Wei Sizhe pursed his lips: "Okay, then I'll ask you a question."

Chu Jiahe nodded: "Be sure to answer truthfully."

Whether it's childhood experiences, academic achievements, relatives, or social relationships, as long as it's what Wei Sizhe wants to know, Chu Jiahe has absolutely no reservations.

But he never expected that what Wei Sizhe asked was: "What kind of life do you want to live?"

Chu Jiahe was taken aback for a moment, and did not move for a long time, his lips and teeth slightly parted, only staring.Wei Sizhe lowered his voice and looked softly, he continued to ask: "Do you like the work in the nursing home?"

Chu Jiahe was still in a daze. Regarding his work, he always worked hard to complete it, and never had other thoughts.After grandma left, he seemed to be able to live whatever he wanted by himself. He had no requirements or expectations for life, and he just let nature take its course.

"You became a caregiver because of your grandma." Wei Sizhe raised his hand and scratched the tip of his nose, "What happens after grandma dies? Do you have anything you really want to do?"

Chu Jiahe's eyes burned for no reason.

"Chu Jiahe, tell me about it." Wei Sizhe said, "What was the life you longed for?"

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