between heartstrings

Vehicles come and go on the road, and the lights flicker through the Porsche window like fireflies, occasionally revealing the secrets hidden in the night.As the temperature in the car rose, Wei Sizhe cut off Chu Jiahe's breath countless times, the corner where the tip of his tongue rolled was soft to the touch, and a slight moan could be heard from time to time.

Wei Sizhe disconnected once in the middle, wanting Chu Jiahe to catch his breath before continuing.Within two seconds, Chu Jiahe pressed her cheeks back together with red cheeks, and the gentle moonlight accompanied their long kiss.

The time to take photos had long passed, Wei Sizhe hugged Chu Jiahe, feeling the tranquility at this moment.The deep blue night sky, the dazzling stars, the violent heartbeat and the close lover, the body and mind are swept by strong and gentle love, Chu Jiahe has been holding Wei Sizhe's hand, reluctant to let go.

Wei Sizhe said: "My dad helped us take a group photo, and I plan to print another [-]-inch one and hang it in the bedroom."

"Whose bedroom?" Chu Jiahe put his head on Wei Sizhe's shoulder and asked, "Your home or mine?"

Wei Sizhe smiled and said, "My family."

Chu Jiahe said: "My bedroom wall is also empty."

Wei Sizhe immediately changed his words: "My negligence, print two more copies."

Chu Jiahe smiled and asked, "Are there any murals or photos in your living room?"

"No." Wei Sizhe replied, "I leave it to you to arrange."

"The photos of the old man and Mr. Ban, the three of us, and the two of us, you can have the photo agency print them in large sizes, so you can make a photo wall." Chu Jiahe eagerly said, "Tell me if you print it, I will Go to your house and design it."

Wei Sizhe said, "Okay, I'm looking forward to it."

Sitting up straight, Chu Jiahe took out his pocket watch, it was five minutes to seven, there was no need to delay any longer, otherwise it would be too late to return to the nursing home, and Wei Qiao would have to worry that it would be unsafe for Wei Sizhe to drive at night.

After getting the photos and setting up the stage, Wei Sizhe filled out the form for reprinting and customizing the photo frame, and stood under the light to carefully browse each group photo.Chu Jiahe bumped his head against him, and when they saw the lazy big orange being lifted by Wei Qiao's front paws, the two laughed together.

Returning to the nursing home, Wei Qiao wore reading glasses, selected three photos from a stack of printed photos and placed them on the bed, took out a few old photos from "Spring Tea Notes", and arranged them in two rows.

Photos are frozen in time.

"Oh, I'm getting old." Holding a teacup, Wei Qiao sighed, "Time is not forgiving, I really can't look back, it's easy to think of many things."

"Then let's look ahead." Wei Sizhe sat next to Wei Qiao, squeezing his father on the narrow single bed, "There are us ahead."

"But son, I miss your mother very much." Wei Qiao patted the back of Wei Sizhe's hand with regret, "It was supposed to be a group photo of four people, but without her, mother is the one who cares most about your well-being. .”

Chu Jiahe put the table on the bedside table, tilted his head at Wei Sizhe, and signaled himself to go back to the dormitory to change his work clothes, so as to make room for the father and son to have a heart-to-heart talk.

Wei Sizhe embraced Wei Qiao, rubbed his arms through his clothes, and said softly, "My mother knows."

Seeing Wei Qiao pressing his chest with his hands, Wei Sizhe frowned and asked, "What's wrong? My heart feels uncomfortable again? Do you want to go to the hospital?"

"I've checked and checked to see if it's still those old problems. The doctor will definitely suggest me to have an operation." Wei Qiao shook his head and said, "I won't suffer from that crime, and don't waste your energy. I think life is pretty good now."

After hearing this, Wei Sizhe said, "Our life can be better."

Before Wei Qiao could respond, Wei Sizhe suggested, "Dad, let's go home."

Wei Sizhe didn't give Wei Qiao a chance to refuse, and continued, "Chu Jiahe will go with us."

Wei Qiao asked pleasantly: "Has Xiao Chu expressed his willingness to follow you all the time?"

"En." Wei Sizhe nodded.

"This is really great." Wei Qiao said happily, "That's great."

Wei Sizhe said: "It's going to be summer next month, and the weather is getting warmer, so we won't be living in the nursing home, okay?"

"I'm used to it here, everything is convenient, you take Xiao Chu away." Wei Qiao said, "Just change me to a nurse."

Wei Sizhe sighed heavily, held Wei Qiao's hand, and looked at his father's old face: "Dad, listen to me."

"You know Chu Jiahe's life experience, how much he longs for a complete family, and you also know that since the image of your father has already taken root in his heart, don't let him lose it again."

Wei Qiao frowned, and said with great distress, "Xiao Chu is a poor child."

"Then can you give him a home?" Wei Sizhe asked with a smile, "Can the three of us help each other out, and stop making decisions for me in the name of 'for my own good'. "

"It's impossible for us to keep you in the nursing home." Wei Sizhe said, "If you don't leave, Chu Jiahe won't leave either."

Wei Qiao sighed, lowered his eyelids and stared at the photo on the bed.After a while, he whispered: "I have you..."

Wei Sizhe said with emphasis: "You have us."

"Okay." Wei Qiao's eyes gradually brightened, and he agreed, "Then next month, our father and son will take Xiao Chu home."

Suddenly hearing the movement of the door closing, Wei Sizhe raised his eyes to the door, and suddenly found that Chu Jiahe had never left.

Wei Qiao carefully sorted out the photos and put them in "Spring Tea Notes": "If you are free these two days, accompany me to the cemetery."

Wei Sizhe: "Why do you want to go all of a sudden?"

"I want to say a few words to Ban Yue." Touching the cover of the notebook with five fingers, Wei Qiao said, "Go and ask Xiao Chu if he would like to go with us to see your mother."

Wei Sizhe hugged Wei Qiao tightly: "Is there even a need to ask?"

"Of course you have to ask. The cemetery is not somewhere else. Some people are very taboo." After Wei Qiao finished speaking, he pushed Wei Sizhe's back and drove him out. "Ask now, and then hurry home and rest."

Wei Sizhe was pushed out of bed by Wei Qiao, and when he retreated to the door, he turned around and said, "Dad, look ahead."

Wei Qiao got under the covers with his notebook in his arms, smiling: "I will, son."

On the second floor, at the end of the corridor on the right, Wei Sizhe raised his hand and gently pushed the door panel, but the door was not closed, and the lights in the room were not turned on.With the moonlight shining through the window, Wei Sizhe saw Chu Jiahe, who had changed into work clothes, sitting on the bed and looking out the window, clutching a pocket watch in his hand, motionless.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, Chu Jiahe turned his head and met Wei Sizhe's gentle eyes.Walking to the desk and turning the wooden chair around, and sitting down facing Chu Jiahe, Wei Sizhe bent over and slowly rubbed his palms to warm them up.

Looking at each other for a long time, Wei Sizhe took Chu Jiahe's hand and asked, "Did you hear the conversation between me and my dad?"

Chu Jiahe's voice trembled slightly: "Yes."

Wei Sizhe said, "Can you tell me what you were thinking just now?"

Pursing the line of his lips, Chu Jiahe pondered for a moment, as if confessing, as if confiding: "I thought the word 'lucky' had nothing to do with me."

Touching Chu Jiahe's face, Wei Sizhe didn't interrupt him, and quietly listened to him.

"I'm thinking that the best part about love is that it makes you feel like you're a lucky person."

"Mr. Wei." Chu Jiahe said, "I'm really lucky."

Sitting up straight and wrapping his arms around his elbows, pointing his arms with his index finger, Wei Sizhe kept his eyes on Chu Jiahe, and said clearly, "So I'm so capable."

Chu Jiahe immediately made a breakthrough, and the corners of his moist eyes were filled with smiles.Putting away the pocket watch, he asked, "Are you leaving?"

Wei Sizhe said "hmm": "You don't need to send me off, otherwise my hidden skills will be stimulated by you again, and I will stick to you and won't let go."

Chu Jiahe was successfully amused by him: "Then I'll accompany you downstairs, it's 09:30, and it's time for the old man to wash up and go to bed."

"I'm going to take my dad to visit my mom's grave in two days." Wei Sizhe said, "If you don't mind..."

"I don't mind, how could I mind." Chu Jiahe interrupted him, and solemnly stated: "I will decide the bouquet, don't worry about it."

Just about to get a bottle of mineral water for Wei Sizhe in case he was thirsty on the road, Chu Jiahe put his hands on his shoulders, and Chu Jiahe looked at Wei Sizhe. The man in front of him was stained with warm moonlight, with delicate and handsome features.

In the next second, the distance suddenly narrowed, Chu Jiahe held his breath, and his heartbeat accelerated uncontrollably.

"About the 'lucky' thing." Wei Sizhe raised his chin and kissed his lips, "As far as I'm concerned, you also have this ability."

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