between heartstrings

Before Wei Sizhe had a smug smile, his cell phone rang, and just as he thought of Qi Qian, this person called.Swiping the screen to answer, he tilted his head towards the boulevard not far away, Chu Jiahe let go of the big orange, got up tacitly, and walked with Wei Sizhe with his hands behind his back.

The temperature in early spring was moderate, and Chu Jiahe followed Wei Sizhe slowly, his deep voice filled his ears: "I have something to do on the weekend."

"Well", "I can't play without me", and then smiled helplessly. It may be because of Chu Jiahe's side, Wei Sizhe's attitude when talking with his friends is much gentler than in private, "I promise I won't push you away." Drop", "Got it", "I will definitely be there".

Hanging up the call in a few words, Wei Sizhe put away his phone to look at the people around him, Chu Jiahe looked down at his toes, with an indistinct smile on his lips, raised his hand to straighten his hair that was blown by the wind, and took out his pocket watch to check the time.

Wei Sizhe noticed that the edge of this pocket watch was severely worn.

"Mr. Wei, do you want to be a student again?"

This proposal was very interesting. Although Wei Sizhe couldn't figure out what Chu Jiahe was thinking, he was willing to follow him: "Will you be with me?"

Chu Jiahe said, "We can sit at the same table."

There is an amphitheater on the first floor of the main building. Hui’an Nursing Home holds Buddhist public welfare lectures every week. Most of the listeners are elderly people, accompanied by family members and a few medical staff.

The two walked in through the back door, and each took a set of study materials, paper and pens. The lecturer was a monk. Wei Sizhe was slightly surprised that more than half of the lecture halls were filled with "students".

When life enters a certain stage, spiritual abundance far exceeds material pursuits.

Chu Jiahe chose a seat by the window, and after sitting down, he gently pulled a piece of his sleeve, opened the materials, and flattened the paper.He tilted his head, and Wei Sizhe moved a little faster than him, with his left hand already supporting his forehead, browsing the contents of the information.

His eyes stopped, and it happened that the lecturer also mentioned this chapter, "Do more good deeds, and your heart will be rich." Wei Sizhe pointed his index finger at this sentence, and then turned his face. Chu Jiahe was turning the ballpoint pen with his right hand, and was concentrating on " Listen to lectures".

They observe each other without showing any trace, and there are slight ups and downs in each other's hearts.

The light streamed in through the window, dividing light and dark on Chu Jiahe's overalls. For a moment, Wei Sizhe really had the illusion of reliving his student days.

That being the case, one thing is bound to happen in the classroom - passing small notes.He then took off the cap of his pen, wrote carefully, and pushed the paper to Chu Jiahe when he was done.

First looked up at the podium, and then took over the paper that touched the back of his hand, Chu Jiahe lowered his head with a smile, and four beautiful Chinese characters came into view: What is good deeds?

It's not a topic that is often chatted on weekdays, it's a bit serious and not suitable for verbal communication, but Wei Sizhe is looking forward to Chu Jiahe's answer.

When writing, Chu Jiahe's back was straight, his sitting posture was upright, and his side profile was seductive. Wei Sizhe looked at it intently, but the paper had already been passed back, and he looked down with some unsatisfactory emotions, and couldn't help raising his eyebrows .

- Contribute to the country, be charitable, and restrain yourself.An answer that surprised Wei Sizhe.

He understands the first two sentences and restrains himself?Wei Sizhe pondered for a moment, circled the last half sentence, and pushed it to Chu Jiahe again.

This time, the waiting process was a little longer. Some students were asking questions to the lecturer. Wei Sizhe listened for a while, and gradually relaxed physically and mentally.A few lines of neat handwriting appeared in his field of vision. He picked up the paper and read it carefully. The impression of Chu Jiahe in his mind was quietly changing.

-Don't give hope to others but break your promise, don't make subjective judgments on people and things you don't understand, don't bring harm to anyone, these are the goodwill that everyone can extend to the outside world.

The lecturer's voice suddenly disappeared from the ear, and Chu Jiahe's words fell into his eyes and heart. Wei Sizhe silently recited it twice in his heart, deeply convinced.

Seemingly easy and trivial things, it is not easy to actually do them. Wei Sizhe kept his eyes on the black and white paper, his heart twitched slightly, and suddenly wanted to know more about what kind of person Chu Jiahe was who could write these words.

Out of the corner of his eye, Chu Jiahe supported his chin with one hand, and began to turn his pen again. From time to time, he would draw a lovely seven-petaled flower on the corner of the page.

The twilight engulfed the forest, and the Buddhist lectures ended first. Chu Jiahe closed the information booklet and glanced at his pocket watch: "In about 5 minutes, the get out of class at the activity center will be over. I'll take you there."

Wei Sizhe got up together with him: "No need, I know the way."

Chu Jiahe smiled and said, "Then I'll go back to the room and tidy up, see you in the cafeteria later."

Wei Sizhe: "Okay."

On the way to the activity center, Wei Sizhe folded the "small note" and carefully put it in his wallet.Rubbing the leaves, whispering in the spring breeze, and stepping on the bluestone slabs, Wei Sizhe found that every time he came to see Chu Jiahe in the nursing home, he would gain something new.

The door of the room opened, accompanied by the voices of people, Wei Qiao said "class is over", Wei Sizhe took the handouts and water cup, pretending to be the majestic father when he was in school, at this moment the roles were reversed, he flipped through Wei Qiao's Books, check if he is listening carefully.

The two walked towards the cafeteria, Wei Sizhe browsed a few pages, and commented happily: "The class notes are well written."

Wei Qiao walked slowly, with a leisurely posture, and was too lazy to respond to his son's teasing.Sitting on the usual dining table, Chu Jiahe, who had finished his work, took the plate and walked to the window. Wei Qiao had long been familiar with what Wei Qiao liked to eat and what he didn't like, and he never made a mistake when helping him cook.

Putting down the dinner plate, Chu Jiahe asked, "Mr. Wei, do you want to try the dishes in our cafeteria too?"

Wei Sizhe replied: "No, there is still a lot of vegetable porridge left in the morning, and it will go bad overnight. I'll go back and eat."

Picking up the chopsticks, Wei Qiao exaggerated: "It's so strange that you actually cooked your own food. You didn't cook the porridge into rice this time, did you?"

Wei Sizhe rested his hands on his forehead with a headache, caught a glimpse of Chu Jiahe's smiling eyes, and racked his brains to try to save face: "Dad, I cooked Laba porridge for you in high school. Why do you only remember the embarrassing things about me when I was young?"

A pressure cooker was used to cook Laba porridge, and memories of the past emerged. Wei Qiao was chewing peanuts, and turned his face to Chu Jiahe: "Xiao Chu, do you know how far Si Zhe ran when he first saw a pressure cooker? Dare to twist the small fire, his face turned pale with fright."

Wei Sizhe: ...Don't recall what happened to the top class in the kindergarten.

Chu Jiahe smiled and took down two cans of yogurt from the cart, inserted straws and placed them next to each other. Seeing that he was about to leave, Wei Sizhe asked, "Aren't you going to eat with my dad?"

"We have a staff meal, and we can only eat it after get off work at eight o'clock." Chu Jiahe said, "You guys talk, I'll go to Dr. Fang and ask him to measure the old man's blood pressure at night."

After Chu Jiahe left, Wei Sizhe steadfastly accompanied Wei Qiao to eat.His cheeks were flattened, and he swallowed half a bottle of yogurt. He stared at the small grid on the dinner plate and discovered unexpectedly: "It seems that the cooks in the nursing home have the same taste as you, and they don't like adding peas to pine nut corn."

"What a coincidence." Wei Qiao scooped up a spoonful of sweet corn bibimbap, "Xiao Chu helped me pick out the peas every time. I chewed them hard, and he remembered them once I said it."

Wrapping his finger around the straw, Wei Sizhe remained silent, and when Wei Qiao started serving a bowl of soup, he asked hesitantly, "Dad, what do you think of Chu Jiahe?"

This question was abrupt and vague. What Wei Sizhe wanted to know was not whether Wei Qiao recognized Chu Jiahe's work, but what he thought of Chu Jiahe himself.

"Some people treat you well because they have a relationship of interest. This kind of 'kindness' has a sense of boundary and can make you aware of his purpose." Wei Qiao stroked the stubble on his chin and said slowly, "Xiao Chu's "goodness" far exceeds the scope of a nurse taking care of the elderly. His every move is sincere, not artificial or hypocritical. It is not a manifestation of a momentary happy mood. His long-term kindness can only show that this is his nature. That's why."

Wei Sizhe was taken aback for a moment, then smiled: "Is that so, it's rare to hear you praise someone like that."

Wei Qiao pressed his stomach comfortably: "Actually, it can be summed up in one sentence."

Wei Sizhe immediately pricked up his ears, and Wei Qiao said kindly, "Xiao Chu's living ability is much better than yours."

Wei Sizhe: "..."

The bedding was newly changed, and the room was filled with a light lemon fragrance, which was soothing. When Chu Jiahe heard the sound of the door being pushed, he closed the window to block the cold air, and bent over to turn on the electric heater.

Supporting Wei Qiao to lie down, Wei Sizhe stayed on the bed for a while, and when Doctor Fang's regular check-up was over and his father was confirmed to be in good health, he stood up from the seat and prepared to go home.

"Son." Wei Qiao stopped him, "Is work going well?"

Wei Sizhe stretched out his hand to hold the back of Wei Qiao's hand: "Don't worry, everything is fine here."

The sky outside the window was getting darker, and the dark blue night was dotted with sparse stars. Wei Sizhe raised his head and smiled, and said softly, "Have a good rest, I'm going back, and come back on the weekend."

Seeing the back of Wei Sizhe stepping out of the room, Wei Qiao tilted his head, looking confused and puzzled, and couldn't help wondering: Didn't my son come to see me specially?Why did you keep staring at Ren Xiaochu when you said this?

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