between heartstrings

On Friday evening, Wei Sizhe came home from get off work, unlocked the fingerprint lock, and walked into the darkness to close the door.With the light of the community through the window, he could barely see the outline of things. There was a video conference at 07:30, and he was too lazy to turn on the living room light. He planned to drink a glass of water and go to the study to watch the computer on standby.

During the intervals between boiling water, Wei Sizhe's thoughts drifted away. As long as he was not working these two days, he would always be distracted from time to time, occasionally thinking about Wei Qiao, and occasionally thinking about Chu Jiahe.

Although it is different from the impression when we first met, Wei Sizhe still can't tell what is special about the other party, even this person's name is very common, which is even more ordinary.But his mood would always be biased towards him, and it was difficult to control himself. Every time Wei Sizhe came back to his senses, he had already thought about Chu Jiahe for a long time.

After mixing some cold water, Wei Sizhe lazily leaned against the sink, picked up the glass and brought it to his mouth.Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of the post-it note on the refrigerator door, which was square and handsome, and Wei Sizhe stared at it for a while, then lowered his head with a smile on his face, and took out his cell phone from his pocket.

With a hint of "gambling" mentality, Wei Sizhe clicked on Wei Qiao's WeChat.

The mobile phone on the bedside table vibrated twice, Chu Jiahe just stepped out of the room to fetch water, but Wei Qiao called out: "Little Chu, I've read the book for so long that my eyes are blurred, please help me read it Read Si Zhe's message."

After lightly closing the door, Chu Jiahe put down the kettle and sat back beside Wei Qiao's bed. He took the phone with both hands and lowered his gaze. What was displayed on the screen was: "Mr. Wei asked if you had dinner yet."

Wei Qiao took out the "Spring Tea Notes" treasured under his pillow, the cover was covered with fluffy edges, and he stroked it lovingly: "Eat it."

Chu Jiahe tapped the keyboard smoothly, then paused suddenly, remembering that Wei Sizhe had revealed that the person who sent a message to him was not Mr. Wei but himself. Because the typing speed was too fast, it took half a minute to reply: eat up.

Wei Sizhe: What kind of food did you eat?

"Why are you asking so clearly?" Wei Qiao thought Wei Sizhe was too meddlesome, but he would still answer honestly, "Three fresh wontons, steamed eggplant, broccoli with garlic, and corn with pine nuts."

Chu Jiahe relayed the truth, typed the text like a sloth, and then pressed send. After a few seconds, Wei Sizhe replied: "Have you asked Chu Jiahe to pick the peas from the pine nut corn for you again?"

Restrainedly flattening the corners of his lips, but a smile appeared on his brows, Chu Jiahe typed for a moment ecstasy, in Wei Qiao's tone: I didn't ask for it, Chu Jiahe voluntarily.

"Xiao Chu, I clearly heard the phone ringing just now." Wei Qiao took a sip of white tea from a cup and asked, "What did Si Zhe say?"

Chu Jiahe was stunned, his face turned pale, what happened?It's really rude to reply to Wei Sizhe's WeChat without authorization. Strictly speaking, it can be regarded as his dereliction of duty.Hastily read the previous article, Chu Jiahe picked at the phone awkwardly, Wei Qiao laughed after hearing this, "Little Chu, you've revealed your secrets."

Chu Jiahe was stunned, Wei Qiao looked at him and said, "I never call you 'Chu Jiahe', only 'Xiao Chu'."

"Ding", the new message appeared on the screen, Chu Jiahe's heart beat a little fast for no reason, he lowered his eyes guiltyly, Wei Sizhe sent this time: Good evening, Chu Jiahe.

Unconsciously holding his breath, Chu Jiahe glanced at Wei Qiao nervously. At seven o'clock, the other party was watching the TV and waiting for the news broadcast.Originally, he was answering messages for the old man generously, but now he turned into secretly chatting with his son... Chu Jiahe had never done such a heartless thing, and the roots of his ears burned quickly, and his fingers dangling in the air trembled violently.

After closing his eyes, Chu Jiahe boldly turned off the ringtone and touched the screen with his fingertips: Good evening, Mr. Wei.

He knew that he had done something wrong, but he dared to continue to make mistakes.The mood of wanting to contact Wei Sizhe was beyond control, Chu Jiahe was trying to pretend to be calm.

In the dark living room, Wei Sizhe was in the semi-open kitchen, his face was illuminated by the light from the screen, he put down the water glass, and typed with both hands: What are you doing?

Chu Jiahe pursed her lips: she was watching the news.

Wei Sizhe: I didn't ask my dad, I asked you.

Chu Jiahe stared at Wei Qiao, and the old man's eyes wandered between the TV and the notebook, and he had no time to pay attention to him.After a pause of half a minute, Chu Jiahe said: I am watching the news with your dad.

Wei Sizhe laughed while holding the phone.

Clutching the screen, Chu Jiahe rested his hands on his knees and sat upright. It was working time, and private chats were strictly prohibited in the nursing home, no matter in what way.Wei Qiao raised the remote control and turned up the volume. From the corner of his eye, he could clearly see every move of Chu Jiahe, and he could see through it without puncturing him. Wei Qiao asked him to go down the steps: "Si Zhe is a smart kid, did he recognize you?" , He is usually very busy and works very hard, you are similar in age and have common topics, so talk to him more."

On one side was the "not allowed" stipulated by the nursing home, and on the other was Wei Qiao's reasonable "permitted". Chu Jiahe hesitated, the hot fuselage vibrating in the palm of his hand, he turned it over to check: there is a sentence that I have been forgetting to tell you.

Chu Jiahe asked: What is it?

Wei Sizhe said: Thank you for taking care of my dad.

Chu Jiahe speeded up his typing: Mr. Wei is too polite, it should be his responsibility.

Wei Sizhe replied: I will treat you to dinner another day, but your schedule seems to be fuller than mine.

Chu Jiahe said: There is still a schedule for this.

Wei Sizhe immediately asked: Chinese food?Japanese food?Western food?Seafood buffet?Russian cuisine?

Chu Jiahe finally realized that it was inconvenient to use Wei Qiao's mobile phone to talk too much about personal topics with Wei Sizhe, so he said: Let me add you on WeChat, is that okay?

Wei Sizhe stretched his eyebrows, snapped his fingers happily, and said to himself, "The goal has been achieved."

"Ding", Chu Jiahe sent a friend request, and Wei Sizhe immediately accepted it. The user name of the other party is "Chu Jiahe", which is as simple and clear as his own. The profile picture is two Brazilian turtles. He asked curiously: two little guys Is it your pet?

Using his phone back, Chu Jiahe said in a relaxed tone: Hmm, is it cute?

Wei Sizhe: Cute, I thought you would keep a cat or a dog.

Chu Jiahe: I don’t go home many times, cats and dogs stick to people, and turtles are easy to feed.

Wei Sizhe asked: Do the two children only have names?

Chu Jiahe replied: The older ones are called Daben, and the younger ones are called Supercars.

Wei Sizhe: "..." He commented from the bottom of his heart: You should be able to crawl pretty fast, you turtle.

After deleting the chat history on Weiqiao's WeChat, Chu Jiahe paid attention to the time: The news broadcast is almost over, I have to make egg tea for your father, the old man drinks a bowl every night before going to bed, it warms the stomach, can Get better rest.

Wei Sizhe said succinctly: Go get busy, see you tomorrow.

Feeling warm, knowing that Wei Sizhe came to visit Wei Qiao, Chu Jiahe couldn't help feeling a little bit of anticipation: See you tomorrow, good night.

In the dim light of the screen, Wei Sizhe turned his head to stare at the night outside the window, the starry sky was bright, and the corners of his raised lips were still not flattened.Suddenly, he opened his eyes wide and took a deep breath: "Oops, video conference..."

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