unrequited love forbidden

lively

lift you up with one hand

"Mom, what is he doing here?" Jiang Haoan threw the phone away irritably.

"Today is your father's birthday." Zhang Juan cleaned up the dishes on the table, "It's you, how are you doing in the company?"

"That's it." Jiang Hao'an just graduated from university this year, and was directly assigned to Jiang Lei's company. His position is not low, but he doesn't like to go to work. It's boring."

Of course, there were also discussions behind his back that he was a stepson whose name was not right and what he said was wrong, and he made it up, Jiang Hao'an felt depressed when he thought about it.

Without Jiang Xiao, his own son, who would dare to say that in front of him.

"You follow your father and work hard." Zhang Juan said: "Your brother is still young and ignorant, please help your father to share the burden, so that he can relax a little bit, and don't work so hard."

"Hey, I know." Jiang Hao'an lay down on the sofa, "Mom, can you let me have a rest today, Saturday, it's hard to rest."

"Why don't you rest? I'll go to the hospital with you to see grandpa later. Your uncle, some aunts, and your dad's friends will come over tonight. Have you ordered the cake yet?"

"It's booked." Jiang Hao'an yawned, and muttered, "No matter how hard we try, we can't do it like kissing our son."

"Hao'an, you forgot what I told you?" Zhang Juan gave him a warning look.

"I know." Jiang Haoan lay on the sofa and waved his hands.

Zhang Juan held the plate in her hand and looked towards the second floor with some anxiety.

The library on the second floor.

Jiang Xiao was playing with the small ornaments on Jiang Lei's desk, and Jiang Lei took out a stack of documents from the safe, "These are prepared by Dad for you, including the company's shares, after your birthday, you and Mom will That part will go to your name."

Jiang Xiao knew a long time ago that after Jiang Lei committed suicide in his previous life, the money, various insurances and assets left to him were enough for him to live comfortably for the rest of his life.

But because of this, he couldn't bear the fact that Jiang Lei committed suicide.

His father arranged all the escape routes for him, but he had a cold war with Jiang Lei for many years, and even the last scene in his memory was the father and son arguing hysterically.

"Your aunt has been married to me for ten years. There is no credit but hard work. Haoan came to our house with her when she was 12 years old. I thought it was impossible to treat him the same as you.

But it is also a child who grew up watching him. He has everything you have, but you are still young now, so I always have to leave more ways for you. "Jiang Lei paused, "Xiao Xiao, did someone tell you something, why did you suddenly ask about these things?" "

Jiang Xiao had never cared about these issues before, so Jiang Lei was inevitably puzzled.

"I dreamed of my mother." Jiang Xiao flicked the head of the ornament absently, "She said that I would live on the street in the future, so I was a little worried."

The childish words made Jiang Lei dumbfounded, "It's just a dream, don't be afraid."

"Yeah." Jiang Xiao pushed the ornament upside down.

"Xiaoxiao, I know you blame me." Jiang Lei was silent for a long time before he opened his mouth, "I'm all to blame for my mother's affairs. If I had earlier—"

"It's all over." Jiang Xiao interrupted him, "Dad, can you give me two more houses?"

"Of course." Jiang Lei felt distressed and guilty after hearing this, and agreed very happily, "Which two sets do you want?"

"The rest of Yinan Garden, and the old house that our family used to live in." Jiang Xiao said.

Jiang Lei's eyes were a little red, "Okay, okay."

Jiang Xiao lifted the ornament with satisfaction.

"Yinan Garden is not as good as the house on the bank of the Dujiang River. Is this house uncomfortable?" Jiang Lei asked suspiciously, "How about changing it to the one on the bank of the Chengdu River?"

"No, I'm useful." Jiang Xiao refused.

"What is it for?" Jiang Lei couldn't help his curiosity.

Jiang Xiao glanced at him, and Jiang Lei waved his hands tactfully, "Forget it, I won't ask, you have your own plans."

"Used to chase your daughter-in-law." Jiang Xiao leaned back in the chair.

Jiang Lei's expression suddenly brightened.

-

The house was surprisingly lively at night.

Jiang Xuelin has three sons and two daughters. Except for Jiang Lei who stayed in Wucheng, the others either married far away or wandered abroad. The relatives were Jiang Haoan's uncle and a few aunts, and they yelled at Jiang Lei one by one.

There was no psychological burden for him to talk about his big nephew. Jiang Xiao was tired of coping, and felt even more overwhelmed in his heart, so he went up to the second floor after saying a few words.

In the living room on the second floor, several of Jiang Lei's business partners were drinking and talking loudly, choked by the smoke.

Jiang Xiao stayed in the room for half an hour. There was a lot of noise outside, like countless spikes piercing his ears, making him sick and disgusted.

Dad had an accident that year, and none of these people was willing to lend a helping hand to him. Even his own son ran to the south to have fun by himself, and he didn't take it to heart.

Boom!

There was lightning and thunder outside, and it didn't take long for it to rain heavily. The rain hit the glass, reflecting the dark sky outside.

"Dad, I'm leaving." Jiang Xiao found Jiang Lei with his schoolbag on his back.

"What time is it? It's raining outside, let's stay at home tonight." Jiang Lei was a little drunk, and put his hand on his shoulder. Several people around came up and praised Jiang Xiao.

What is handsome, what grades are good, what is young and promising, the tiger father has no sons, Jiang Lei is elated.

"I have something to do when I go back." Jiang Xiao helped Jiang Lei, his voice was a little heavy.

Jiang Lei was still not completely drunk, the disappointment flashed across his face, "Then let Lao Chen take you back."

Old Chen was Jiang Lei's driver. There were so many people at the moment, Jiang Lei couldn't find anyone, so he looked down for his phone.

"No need, I'll go by myself." Jiang Xiao let go, "Dad, drink less."

Jiang Lei was stunned, "Hey, good."

Jiang Xiao walked into the rain with an umbrella, the dim street lamps were dim under the rain curtain, and the water splashed from the road soaked through the mesh of the sneakers, leaving a few mud spots on the uppers.

The lights and noise were left far behind, Jiang Xiao was a little out of breath under the heavy rain, and the hand holding the umbrella handle trembled slightly due to excessive force.

In fact, Jiang Xiao is very timid.

He has the resistance and fear of death from the depths of his soul, but he can't help but recall it, and then let the fear and shadow completely obliterate him.

When he was a child, he often stuck to his mother. In fact, his memory of his mother was vague and fragmented. The only thing that was deep was the pale face with tears, looking at him tenderly and reluctantly, and stroking his hair with thin hands. Then it fell down feebly.

Later, he was taken by his grandparents. Although he would always miss his mother, the two old people took good care of him. When his grandma passed away, he was eight years old. He already knew what death was, but he still couldn't face it.

When his grandma passed away, he cried hysterically, making a group of people uneasy, Jiang Lei lost his mind and couldn't care about him, his newly married wife brought Jiang Haoan to comfort him, while he was hugged by his grandfather, fearful and desperate.

Later, when he came back from the south and went to the mortuary to claim Jiang Lei's body, it was raining heavily, and he was alone, dazed and helpless. He couldn't shed a single tear when he saw Jiang Lei's unrecognizable body.

As for Jiang Xuelin, he only saw a cold and lonely tombstone.

He is indeed useless, unable to be strong at all, unable to get out of the shadow of death, unable to take steps towards a new life, and sometimes even taking a breath will be drowned by guilt and despair.

The living Jiang Xuelin and Jiang Lei couldn't make him feel better. The despair and self-blame engraved into his soul still followed him, and even intensified as he changed his original trajectory.

Jiang Xiao walked in the rain, took a short breath in panic, but still felt that the air was thin, and there was no light in the dark rain curtain around him, and the sound of rain hitting the umbrella cloth made him a little dizzy.

Fuck, where is this?

He came to his senses, and for a moment he didn't recognize where he was, the narrow alley, the overflowing gutter, and the rumbling thunder above his head, it was no different from a horror movie, and he could faintly hear whimpering With the sound of crying, Jiang Xiao's hair exploded instantly.

There was a blurry white light flashing in front of him, and the sound of footsteps came immediately, and the cry was getting closer and closer. Jiang Xiao clenched the handle of the umbrella and took a step back vigilantly. After entering the gutter next to him, he was in a hurry to support the wall, but the umbrella in his hand fell to the ground, and he was instantly chilled by the rain.

The flickering pale light shone directly on his face, and he subconsciously blocked it.

Countless terrifying guesses whizzed by in Jiang Xiao's mind. Remembering the saying that ghosts are afraid of dirty words, he boldly cursed: "Fuck! Bastard! Are you courting death!?"

Are ghosts not afraid of death?

Before he could change his words, the white light shook twice, the cry turned into a sobbing sound, and a familiar voice fell into Jiang Xiao's ears: "Jiang Xiao?"

Jiang Xiao lowered his arms and looked, only to see Fu Qingzhou holding an old-fashioned blue flashlight and a large woven bag in the other hand. He held up an umbrella, and sobbed from time to time.

"Fuck." Jiang Xiao breathed a sigh of relief, squinted his eyes and reached out to wipe the rain off his face, "Why are you two?"

He bent down to pick up the umbrella from the ground, and stomped his feet. The sneakers had just been soaked in water, and the sticky and wet feeling was no different.

"Come back and get something." Fu Qingzhou came over with Fu Zhi on his back, and shook the lamp in his hand in his face, "It's you, why are you in Mengcun at this time?"

And his face was pale, as if he had lost his soul.

"I... lost my way." Jiang Xiao squeezed the hem of his short-sleeved clothes hard, his hand was still shaking slightly with water in his hand, "You guys lived here before?"

It turned out that he came to Mengcun, and he wanted to take the bus. No wonder he met Fu Qingzhou in Mengcun... It was raining heavily...

"Jiang Xiao." Fu Qingzhou called him.

Jiang Xiao looked up at him in a daze.

"Let's go home together." Fu Qingzhou handed him the flashlight, "Take it."

Jiang Xiao clenched the flashlight tightly, and there was still residual warmth from Fu Qingzhou's palm on it, which made him calm down.

Fu Zhi was still hugging Fu Qingzhou's neck, Jiang Xiao reached out and took Fu Qingzhou's woven bag, looked into Fu Zhi's red eyes, "Why are you crying like this?"

Fu Zhi buried his face in Fu Qingzhou's back, sobbing hard.

"Afraid of thunder." Fu Qingzhou lifted him up, "I must become an Ultraman."

"I want Ultraman Tiga." Fu Zhi raised his head and sobbed.

Fu Qingzhou sighed, "I'll change it for you when I get home."

Fu Zhi buried his head wearily.

Jiang Xiao smiled. The surrounding rain curtain was still heavy, but it was no longer so narrow and cramped. He followed behind Fu Qingzhou, clutching the flashlight and woven bag tightly.

"Is it heavy? I'll carry it myself." Fu Qingzhou turned to look at him.

"No, you have to memorize Fu Zhi." Jiang Xiao shook his face with a flashlight, "It's like I didn't take this thing, I can lift you up with one hand."

"Uh..." Even though Jiang Xiao hugged him, Fu Qingzhou still couldn't imagine the "beautiful" picture of him carrying himself with one hand.

"Don't believe it." Jiang Xiao said enthusiastically: "I am very strong, I can really lift you up."

"I believe it." Fu Qingzhou said perfunctorily, "It's amazing."

Not only does he have to believe in Ultraman, he also has to believe that he can be picked up with one hand. The world of children is really strange.

The sneakers were all soaked, and it was a bit uncomfortable to step on them. Jiang Xiao stared enviously at the slippers on Fu Qingzhou's feet, and couldn't help but ask, "Fu Qingzhou, what size shoes do you wear?"

"Same as you." Fu Qingzhou led him around a corner, still thinking about Ultraman and the one-handed bag in his mind.

Jiang Xiao froze for a moment, "How do you know?"