unrequited love forbidden

impatient

By the way, let me tell you

The village of his hometown is not too close to the hospital. Jiang Xiao took a taxi for four or ten minutes to arrive at the door of his house. He asked the driver to wait, got out of the car and knocked on the iron gate.

There was the sound of dogs barking in the yard, followed by the sound of dogs barking all around.

As the night was dark, fine beads of sweat oozed from Jiang Xiao's forehead. The taxi driver leaned against the car door and smoked. All kinds of bad guesses flooded his mind, and he became more and more uneasy. The big iron gate was finally slowly opened from the inside.

The light under the gate is bright, and the thin old man is tall, wearing a navy blue coat, stepping on a pair of dusty cloth shoes, the wrinkles on his face stretched out with a smile the moment he saw him, and the voice of smoking all the year round With a hoarse voice, "Xiaoxiao, why did you come back so late? Didn't they let you come."

Jiang Xiao stared at him blankly, the sudden sense of strangeness intertwined with the long-lost sense of familiarity, making his nasal cavity sore, "Grandpa."

Although his soul has reached middle age, even though he has lived alone for 20 years and has no fixed place, he has already suffered a lot.

But the moment he saw the old man, he seemed to have become the kid who followed him back then. Those bitterness and forbearance were all turned into grievances, and they were habitually suppressed in his heart.

"I'll come back to see you." Jiang Xiao supported his arm. The old man's cheekbone was bruised, and when he looked down, he saw some moss and mud on his trousers. It was obvious that the fall was not easy.

"Hey, I'm fine, it's late at night." Jiang Xuelin looked at the smoking driver in front of the car, and greeted warmly: "Come in and have a cup of tea."

"No, sir, we have to go now." The driver waved his hand politely.

"Grandpa, let's go to the hospital." Jiang Xiao said, "Take the medicine you usually take and the keys to your house. I'll get the rest when I have time."

"What hospital are you going to!" Jiang Xuelin is a stubborn old man, and his face drooped when he heard that he was going to the hospital. "I just accidentally fell and made a fuss. You still have to go to school. You are so old and nonsense! Go back!"

"If you don't go to the hospital, I won't go anywhere, and I won't go to school." Jiang Xiao knew how to deal with this old man. His father was an out-and-out farmer who had suffered all his life and firmly believed that studying was more important than anything else.

Sure enough, Jiang Xuelin wanted to discipline him as soon as he heard that he didn't go to school, but Jiang Xiao was determined, and finally the old man compromised, and followed him into the taxi with a crumpled plastic bag in his hand.

When he arrived at the hospital, it was almost ten o'clock in the evening. After registering, he took Jiang Xuelin to line up for filming. While waiting in line, he ran to the ward where Fu Qingzhou was.

There was no figure of Fu Qingzhou on the hospital bed, only a wrinkled quilt remained.

"Fu Qingzhou?" He looked around, the other patients and bed companions in the ward were already asleep, and he couldn't ask someone to ask, so he walked quickly to the bathroom and opened the door, the inside was empty, only the smell of disinfectant .

Jiang Xiao suddenly panicked.

"You woke up not long after you left, and you have to be discharged from the hospital." The little nurse at the front desk said, "We didn't listen to any persuasion, as if we were stimulated and looked a little dazed, and we stared at the calendar for a long time... But there is nothing wrong with his health, we can't forcefully stop him, we can only discharge him from the hospital."

Jiang Xiao couldn't hear what she was saying, and just wanted to go to Fu Qingzhou immediately, but he didn't realize until he ran downstairs in the hall that he didn't know where the other party lived now.

He sat on the chair panting, and pressed a withered hand on his head, "Xiaoxiao, why are you in such a hurry? What happened?"

Jiang Xiao subconsciously said, "It's okay."

Jiang Xuelin saw that he didn't speak, and just stroked his curly hair once and for all, but his hoarse old voice was extremely reassuring, "Xiaoxiao, no matter what happens, don't be in a hurry, you have to learn to calm down when you are so old .”

Jiang Xiao reached out to wipe the sweat off his face, let out a deep breath, and gradually regained consciousness from his messy mind.

Don't be in a hurry.

It is now 20 years ago, grandpa has not passed away, father has not gone bankrupt and jumped off a building, and Fu Qingzhou has not yet had a car accident.

Everything is still in time.

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As soon as Fu Qingzhou pushed the door open, the smell of alcohol rushed towards him, mixed with the stench, and then a wine bottle slammed on his feet, and the man's drunken voice came out from the darkness: " How dare you come back, bastard!"

A feeble whimper came from the corner.

Fu Qingzhou kicked away the broken glass next to him, fumbled and turned on the light in the room unskillfully.

The harsh light illuminated the mess in the room, beer bottles and cans were scattered all over the floor, and there were a few plates of leftovers on the table. The shirtless man was slumped on the sofa and stared at him with an unfriendly expression, "You secretly transferred schools by yourself ? How hard I tried to get you into No. [-] Middle School, you fucking have to go to No. [-] Middle School!"

The other party cursed an ugly word, and threw the wine bottle in his hand to the side, and the child in the corner screamed in fright.

Fu Qingzhou didn't respond, but turned to look at the child.

"Damn it!" Fu Jianhong wanted to stand up from the sofa, but he was so drunk that he swayed a few times and fell heavily on the sofa, spitting to the side, "Little bastard! The whole fucking bastard! Bitch born bastard!"

Fu Qingzhou walked to the corner and looked down at the trembling child. His face was bruised and purple. He wanted to cry but didn't dare to cry. He carefully grabbed the corner of his trousers, "Brother."

This is the son brought by Fu Jianhong's wife. He was only three years old when he brought him. His mother couldn't bear Fu Jianhong's drinking and gambling after staying there for two years, so the child ran away.

Fu Jianhong doesn't know how to raise children. Back then, when Fu Qingzhou was full of hostility, he had a car accident. A few years ago, he was too busy taking care of himself. He only vaguely remembered that the child died before he was eight years old. How did he die? Fu Jianhong was vague, and he didn't ask much.

He picked up the child, and Fu Jianhong stood up at some point, cursing and wanting to do it.

Fu Qingzhou kicked him onto the sofa. Fu Jianhong didn't look up for a long time. He carried the child into the bedroom next to him and plugged the latch.

He was sitting on a chair, stepping on a pile of dirty clothes without noticing, he habitually stretched out his hand to press the center of his brow, his bangs were too long covering the back of his hand, which seemed strange and strange.

He finally remembered what he was doing before.

That day was the tenth anniversary of Jiang Xiao's death, and he took flowers to the cemetery.

The kiss before Jiang Xiao's death made him astonished and unforgettable. It cut a knife in his bleak life abruptly. Under the blood dripping, there was a hidden and sour love, which lay in his heart, let him I can't help it.

When he was just discharged from the hospital, he received a will from a lawyer. It was not so much a will as it was a cryptic love letter.

And when he opened Jiang Xiao's rented room, Fu Qingzhou was silently looking at him in the photos all over the room, and at that moment Fu Qingzhou almost ran away from the door.

Jiang Xiao has been by his side for ten years, obviously there are traces of many things, why didn't he notice the other party's intentions in the slightest - in the ten years after Jiang Xiao's death, it almost became a curse that bound him .

The flowers were placed in front of the tombstone, and the young man in the photo smiled handsomely and brightly at him with curly hair.

Fu Qingzhou wiped his photos and tombstone for him, sat next to him and smoked a cigarette, chatting with Jiang Xiao in a rambling manner.

He had quit smoking a long time ago, but among the belongings left by Jiang Xiao was a lighter and two packs of cigarettes, and Fu Qingzhou's name was engraved under the lighter, which made him wonder whether to call this person bold or coquettish.

The company has long been on the right track. He lost his temper in a meeting yesterday and scolded a group of young people bloody.

His health is getting worse and worse, and he is preparing to retire early.

It's Jiang Xiao's fault that he can't quit smoking at all.

He finally finished reading the thick diary written by Jiang Xiao. The handwriting is beautiful and the writing is very sour, but he likes to read it very much...

It's a pity that no matter how much he said, Jiang Xiao couldn't hear him.

Jiang Xiao fell in love with him in silence for ten years, and he fell in love with Jiang Xiao in silence and death for another ten years, but he didn't dare to say it easily.

It didn't know when it started to rain, the driver was still waiting outside the cemetery, Fu Qingzhou came in without an umbrella, he was about to get up and leave, but when he turned his head, he saw Jiang Xiao's photo on the tombstone was wet by the rain.

The sentence in my throat that I have liked you for a long time did not dare to say it, even to Jiang Xiao's tombstone.He reached out to help Jiang Xiao wipe off the rain on the photo, patted the tombstone, and said to see you again next month.

The person in the photo smiled even brighter.

When he got up, he suddenly spun around and lost consciousness.

Fu Qingzhou looked at the deep scratches on the desk and the outdated furnishings around him. In the hospital, he still couldn't tell whether he was Fu Qingzhou or the 48-year-old Fu Qingzhou.

His head was buzzing after being hit by a brick, and the voices of the people around him were speaking far and near, and he couldn't hear clearly. He felt so uncomfortable that he could only go back to "home" based on his memory.

It wasn't until he saw Fu Jianhong who had been dead for many years that he really believed that he had returned to 30 years ago.

Jiang Xiao was the same age as him, and he could see Jiang Xiao alive... Fu Qingzhou's already dead heart suddenly began to beat strongly.

"Jiang Xiao had a very difficult life in high school. He was cold-tempered, withdrawn and silent, like a moldy little mushroom..."

"But rebellious, skipping classes, fighting and visiting Internet cafes, he dropped out of school the day before you transferred, and the seat you were sitting in was the one he was sitting in before."

"Hey, what are you two called, there is no destiny..."

Li Bowen's words rang in his ears.

Fu Qingzhou had read Jiang Xiao's diary and knew about his high school past, as well as the regrets and guilt he didn't want to mention to others. Later, every time he drank with Li Bowen and heard him mention Jiang Xiao, he felt both painful and hapiness.

He is obsessed and wants to know more about Jiang Xiao, but no matter how much he knows, he can't take another look at the living Jiang Xiao, leaving only boundless and unrealized thoughts.

At some point, the child squatting at his feet tugged at his clothes.

Fu Qingzhou looked down at him.

Fu Zhi withdrew his hand a little scared, Fu Qingzhou's cold face looked so scary that his voice was trembling, "Brother, I'm hungry."

The child was wearing a children's vest and small underpants, his arms and face were bruised from the beating, and a pair of big black eyes stared at him, like a scrawny gray mouse.

Fu Qingzhou didn't have much sympathy, but this child called him Brother Sheng, Fu Jianhong was nothing, throwing the child here was waiting for death.

When the door opened, Fu Jianhong stood up staggeringly, staring at them viciously, "Fu Qingzhou, you've got some skills, why don't you fucking kick me to death!"

Fu Qingzhou ignored him, led the child around him, Fu Jianhong threw a wine bottle on the back of his head in a panic, "You white-eyed wolf! Fuck——"

Fu Qingzhou reached out and grabbed the empty wine bottle and slammed it against the wall. The sharp glass touched Fu Jianhong's neck, and his voice was as cold as ice, "Fu Jianhong, if you want to die, remember to stay away from it."

Fu Jianhong was taken aback by the sternness and indifference in his eyes, and he was more afraid of the bottle on his neck.

Fu Qingzhou threw the bottle and led Fu Zhi away, and there was a bluff roar from behind: "Fu Qingzhou! I am your own uncle! I dragged you so much that you want me to die!? Kill you two dogs sooner or later Bastard! White-eyed wolf! Bitch born of a bitch! Fuck!"

Fu Qingzhou turned a deaf ear to him, and Fu Zhi staggered along beside him, looking back in horror, but was held back by a big hand and turned back.

"What do you want to eat?" Fu Qingzhou asked.

"Meat." Fu Zhi squeezed his hand and swallowed hard.

The barbecue stalls on Dongyang Street were not short of people in the middle of the night, and the local gangsters drank and played cards together, and they were so hungry that their faces were covered with oil.

"Zhouzi! Aren't you going to school tomorrow?" Someone behind the stall asked him.

"Go." Fu Qingzhou looked at the other party for a long time but didn't recognize who it was.

"The No. 985 middle school is so good, your uncle still brags that you can pass the [-] exam, why do you say you transferred to the No. [-] middle school?" the man asked again.

Fu Qingzhou didn't speak, only asked Fu Zhi if he was full, then took the child and left.

"Tch, what can you do, you bastard without a father." The drinker next to him sneered.

"The whole family is not a good thing, everyone is cheap," someone echoed, "I heard that his mother..."

Fu Qingzhou ignored it, and Fu Zhi wiped his mouth with a crumpled toilet paper, "Brother, are we going home?"

"I won't go back." Fu Qingzhou led him into a small alley, and the bright red signboard of the cheap hotel made his brows and eyes hard. "Stay in a hotel tonight."

Fu Zhixin was big-hearted and obedient, lying on the bed and sleeping in the dark, while Fu Qingzhou leaned against the head of the bed, his head hit by the brick, feeling dazed for a while.

Although he woke up in the hospital, he couldn't remember exactly who hit him and who was sent to the hospital. The short-term loss of memory caused by the concussion made him a little irritated.

Thinking of the contents of Jiang Xiao's diary, he decided to go to the other party tomorrow - at least stop Jiang Xiao from going to the south first.

By the way, let me explain.