between heartstrings

There were three computers running at the same time in the office, and He Yuan was watching the computers with Wei Sizhe.He Yuan crossed his arms, and after reading the morning news, he spread his hands as expected: "Look, 'Yongtai Technology' has been cleaned up, the previous market is absolutely false, now it has dumped followers, and the average stock price continues to rise , we will continue to buy in the future.”

Sitting on the swivel chair, Wei Sizhe propped his forehead with one hand, and said lazily: "Mmm."

"Hey, Si Zhe, you're in a very strange state this week." He Yuan drank American coffee in a comfortable mood, "The words are jumping out one by one, your eyes are dull, lost your soul? What are you thinking about?"

Wei Sizhe looked at him with raised eyelids, and asked, "Is there any?"

He Yuan sighed and guessed: "Are you worried about your father's health?"

Wei Sizhe waved his hand: "I don't need to worry about him now."

"What do you mean?" He Yuan was puzzled, and then changed a serious tone, "Let me tell you, don't think that you don't have to worry about sending it to a nursing home. After all, you are not taking care of yourself. Outsiders have a lot of eyes, a little bit." What's the matter, I will ask you to pay for it in a different way."

Wei Sizhe unlocked his phone and clicked on WeChat, and said in a casual tone, "My dad's caregiver doesn't care much, and the person I chose doesn't have that much trouble."

"Just say you have good eyesight." He Yuan snorted, seeing Wei Sizhe looking through Moments, took a closer look, and widened his eyes in surprise, "Oh, is this uncle? Who is it?" The photos I took were very energetic."

"Live in a nursing home, and people who haven't used WeChat much in their life will upload photos of their lives." Wei Sizhe spoke in a low volume, more like talking to himself, "I also clicked on all the content of my circle of friends Praise, it's really good."

He Yuan pressed Wei Sizhe's shoulder: "As for me, I am a very humane leader. Today I will give you half a day off to visit the old man."

Wei Sizhe just wanted to confess that he only visited last weekend, but he didn't say anything.After pondering for a few seconds, he asked, "I won't be at the meeting in the afternoon, is it okay for you to be alone?"

He Yuan said confidently: "I'm the team leader, I can't handle it without me."

Wei Sizhe raised his eyebrows noncommittally.

He Yuan: "Can't we just move the seminar to tomorrow?"

Wei Sizhe: "..."

After He Yuan left, Wei Sizhe stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the bustling Financial Street, his thoughts wandering.His previous ambitions and aspirations gradually weakened with age, and he wanted to pursue a peaceful and peaceful life more and more. He was trying to maintain a stable state of mind and look at all the people and things that happened with a peaceful eye.

But recently, there seems to be a place in his heart that has been inexplicably empty. The days are as usual, and the work is going smoothly, but there is a faint feeling that something seems to be different from the past.

Facing the midday sun, Wei Sizhe took out his phone and clicked on Wei Qiao's WeChat: Dad, I'll see you in the afternoon.

Half an hour later, Wei Sizhe, who had finished his lunch and was about to take a nap on his seat, received a reply from Wei Qiao: No time.

Wei Sizhe:?

Wei Qiao came back quickly: On Wednesday, there will be a lecture on "Tao Te Ching" in the activity center of the nursing home. I am going to study, and you will work hard.

Wei Sizhe never thought that there would be such absurd things in this world as "the son has to think hard about the reason to see his father". After racking his brains, the phone vibrated, and another message jumped into the screen: Is there any white tea at home?

Wei Sizhe didn't think much about why Wei Qiao's attitude changed so quickly, and hurriedly replied: There is one can left, I'll bring it to you.

The Porsche drove out of the Financial Street and returned to the Yuhua Community smoothly. After unlocking the door with fingerprints, Wei Sizhe walked through the living room into Weiqiao's room, and took out a heavy blue and white porcelain pot from the locker. Although the tea inside was not expensive , but Wei Qiao's favorite.

Wei Sizhe's mother, Ban Yue, is a famous tea artist. In the early years, she worked for the first tea company founded in China.Weiqiao loves the taste of tea for 10 minutes, and often participates in tea tasting exchange meetings held by tea companies. One time it was held in Taofangting Park. When passing by an antique gazebo, Weiqiao was sitting in it wearing a traditional The woman in Hanfu attracted attention. The other party had long hair and high dish, facial features with light make-up, a clean smile, and every move felt elegant and charming.

The employees of the company made tea for the visitors who participated in the exchange meeting for free, and sold tea by the way.There was a long queue, and it was Wei Qiao's turn after 10 minutes. Ban Yue looked up at the man in front of him while making tea. At first sight, he fell in love with this gentlemanly teacher wearing round-frame glasses. .

The first cup of tea she made for him was white tea.

"I used to never believe in love at first sight. What else can I see for thousands of years." After waking up from a nap, it was too early for the "Tao Te Ching" to start. Wei Qiao wanted to eat lychees, and Chu Jiahe was carefully peeling the shells one by one. As expected, a bowl of tea, a look at each other, alas, it will be a lifetime."

Looking at the severely worn platinum wedding ring on Wei Qiao's ring finger, Chu Jiahe commented emotionally: "You are a long-term lover."

"I met my wife at the age of 34." Wei Qiao picked out the peeled lychees from the porcelain bowl, and he had a sweet taste in his mouth. Wei Sizhe is only at 40."

Chu Jiahe said: "Mr. Wei is really outstanding."

"Follow his mother." Wei Qiao laughed happily, paused his voice suddenly, raised his eyebrows and said, "Yo, speaking of it, Si Zhe happens to be 34 years old this year."

Chu Jiahe lowered his head and smiled, and then heard Wei Qiao sigh in worry: "My son is good at everything, but he is always sloppy in life, and he always puts his things around, and he can't find them when he turns his face. I used it twice because I forgot where the charger was plugged in, tell me.”

Chu Jiahe bit his lips tightly and couldn't help laughing, Wei Sizhe was so cute, he couldn't hold back anymore.

In the eyes of the father, the son will never grow up.Wei Qiao was still babbling: "If I don't keep an eye on him, I can reduce my three meals to one meal on weekends, and I'll just order takeaway to save trouble. What if the store uses waste oil, will my health be better if I eat too much?" He can't find someone for me to release..."

The door rang, Wei Qiao stopped talking, and the two people who were chatting turned their heads together. Wei Sizhe had changed his clothes, and chose a dark blue sweater that matched his temperament, rubbed a few drops of light pine wood Perfume blurs the age boundary in an instant, looking fashionable and young.

Different from the maturity and calmness shown in suits and leather shoes, Chu Jiahe's eyebrows and eyes were curved softly, his eyes traced Wei Sizhe intentionally or unintentionally, and his movements of peeling lychees became slower and slower.

The father and son who looked at each other had confusion on their faces and a little guilty look in their eyes.Wei Sizhe "assessed the situation" and spoke first: "Dad, are you talking about me again?"

Wei Qiao didn't answer his criticism, and hurriedly asked, "Why are you here on weekdays?"

"Huh?" Wei Sizhe held up the blue and white porcelain pot in his hand and said, "I'll bring you tea."

Wei Qiao took off his presbyopic glasses, and his expression became even more confused: "It's weird, how do you know I've finished my tea?"

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