Demolition of the bridge across the river

"Aren't you..." Gou Xiaohe was so intimidated that he shut up, lowered his voice and turned back to stare at him again.

"No." Bian Qiao's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot, and he interrupted before he finished speaking.

"You obviously..."

"That's a trouser zipper." Bianqiao interrupted him again.

"Didn't you do something last night?" Gou Xiaohe insisted on asking.

Bian Qiao couldn't stand him, stared at Gou Xiaohe and frowned: "Can you understand human speech?"

The two said their own things and insisted on their own opinions, and neither of them listened to the other's words.

When he finally got out of the car, Gou Xiaohe sneakily glanced at Bianqiao's pants, trying to find evidence.

"What are you looking at?" Bianqiao sullenly said, "I told you it's a zipper. I don't know how hard the zipper is on jeans?"

"I've already touched it." Gou Xiaohe whispered.

Although he just touched it with the back of his hand, the feeling of touching it was too obvious.

Bian Qiao was so angry that he wanted to roll his eyes, raised his hand and stroked his hair, without explaining, grabbed Gou Xiaohe's arm and pulled him behind the stop sign.

"Why?" Gou Xiaohe was startled.

"Touch." Bianqiao pulled him to a place where there were few people, stood in front of him and raised his chin, "I'll let you touch it again, to see if it's the same as before."

"Are you crazy?" Gou Xiaohe didn't dare to continue to be stubborn, and quickly admitted his mistake to coax others, "I made a mistake, let's leave quickly."

Bianqiao's face softened a little, and the two of them walked halfway across the road. When they were about to cross the zebra crossing, Gou Xiaohe glanced at him and muttered softly: "Actually, even if you are hard, I won't laugh at you."

After finishing speaking, he trotted all the way to the opposite side before the bridge erupted.

The flower and bird market at this time is the time for customers, and the street is full of people from beginning to end.

The two of them bought a small flowerpot, but they didn't need to come here specially. The main reason was that Gou Xiaohe wanted to take a stroll, so he picked a small flowerpot that was pleasing to the eye at any store, and then dragged the side bridge to look around.

"Can we buy a bird or a few fish to raise?" He was interested in everything, and he had to take a close look at the mealworms that others were feeding the birds, and he was so disgusted that he wrinkled his face.

"Isn't it bothering you to raise a child?" Bian Qiao was unmoved by everything he proposed, and walked out of the market without hesitation.

"I'll raise a dog in the future." Gou Xiaohe curled his lips behind him, poking Bianqiao's itchy flesh with a flower pot, "It's called Qiaoqiao."

Bianqiao paused, and Gou Xiaohe hid to the side again.

But this time Bianqiao didn't intend to arrest him, he didn't even look at Gou Xiaohe, his eyes were fixed on the opposite intersection, his expression suddenly became sharp and cold.

Gou Xiaohe leaned back by himself, followed Bianqiao's line of sight, and his face changed a little.

He saw Bianqiao's father.

There is a big shopping mall across the road. His father should have just come out of the shopping mall with a few paper bags in his hand.

These are not the important point, the important point is that his father was accompanied by a woman, not an aunt, who was very young, holding his arm, and the two walked together talking and laughing.

"Is that uncle?" Gou Xiaohe was afraid that his eyes would be dazzled, so he turned his head to confirm with Bianqiao.

Bianqiao didn't speak, just quietly looked across.

Watching his father and the woman disappear into the crowd, he raised his hand to hail a taxi, opened the back door and sat in silently.

Gou Xiaohe was a little flustered.

The word "cheating" was buzzing in his mind. He didn't know what was going on, whether his aunt knew about it, and he didn't dare to think about what would happen to her if his aunt knew about it.

Glancing in the direction where his uncle disappeared, he followed Bianqiao and got into the car bewilderedly.

Although Bianqiao was choked up by Gou Xiaohe all morning, he was always in a good mood.

How good it was just now is how bad it is now.

Gou Xiaohe looked at him several times, but Bianqiao didn't meet his gaze, and just looked out with a cold face.

"Bian Qiao," Gou Xiaohe wanted to discuss with him, "Should we tell my aunt?"

Bianqiao's eyelashes drooped, and he finally looked at him, with a chilly mockery in his eyes and tone: "Do you think this is his first time?"

Gou Xiaohe was taken aback suddenly.

The driver could feel that the atmosphere of the two of them was not right, glanced several times in the rearview mirror, and stepped on the accelerator quickly.

Going back to the alley in front of the old building, Bianqiao got off the car without waiting for Gou Xiaohe, and went straight to the door to go home. Gou Xiaohe rushed up with a flower pot and grabbed Bianqiao's hand.

"Don't feel bad." He really didn't know what to say, so he could only coax beside Bianqiao in a low voice, "Maybe it's just friends, we misunderstood."

Bian Qiao put himself on the sofa, leaned his head against the backrest, didn't know what he was thinking, and was stunned for a while with a wooden face.

"Bianqiao." Gou Xiaohe wanted to touch him, stretched out his arms and then retracted them, went to wash his hands, and then pressed against his face again, "Talk to me."

Bianqiao's sitting posture was too casual, and Gou Xiaohe had nowhere to put his strength. After crawling on the sofa for a long time, he could only kneel beside Bianqiao's legs with his knees spread apart.

He didn't want Bianqiao to recall those things when he was a child, Bianqiao didn't look at him, so he pressed against Bianqiao's forehead, eyes wide open, and forcibly met his gaze.

"Your aunt knows." After a long silence, Bian Qiao told him.

Gou Xiaohe was stunned again, he couldn't help but let go of his hands and knelt on Bianqiao's lap, and let out a soft "ah".

"Bian Jianhua is a rotten person, rotten to the bone, and has never changed. My mother can't bear it, but your aunt can bear it, and she doesn't find it disgusting." Bian Qiao twitched the corners of his mouth, tilted his head slightly to look at Gou Xiaohe, and raised his hand Flick his forehead.

Bian Jianhua was his uncle's name, Gou Xiaohe knew it.

"A while ago before Chinese New Year, the two of them had a cold war and didn't talk, remember?" Bian Qiao asked him, his tone as if he was talking about other people's affairs.

Gou Xiaohe said "ah" in a daze.

"They never quarrel about other things, unless my dad is looking for women outside again." Bian Qiao said, "I don't know how many times."

Gou Xiaohe remembered those days when his aunt was silent for several days and didn't go to the company much, and it was not until the Chinese New Year that he gradually reconciled with his uncle.

He thought it was just a normal quarrel between husband and wife.

He also remembered that Bianqiao also had a cold face in those few days. Gou Xiaohe wanted to talk to him about his aunt and uncle, but his eyes were full of disgust, just like the eyes now, so he just let him ignore it.

"I really don't understand, Gou Xiaohe." Bian Qiao closed his eyes, his expression rarely revealing the confusion and incomprehension of a young man.

"Is it really difficult to love only one person and be loyal to only one person in a lifetime?"

"If it's that hard, why get married? Why have kids?"

He frowned at Gou Xiaohe, his voice was a little rough: "What am I to them?"

Gou Xiaohe has never thought about these issues. As long as he can remember, he has only been surrounded by his grandmother, and when he was older, Bianqiao appeared.

Maybe he can't understand this kind of confusion without owning it. He just feels uncomfortable in his heart, both for his aunt and for Bianqiao.

"Don't think so, baby." Gou Xiaohe propped himself up and put his face on Bianqiao again, and said seriously, "I will love you all my life."

Bian Qiao stared at him for a long time, then wrapped his arms around Gou Xiaohe's waist again, tighter than when he was on the bus, and pressed his eyes deeply on his thin chest.

Gou Xiaohe felt a little pain, but he didn't say anything.

He stroked the back of Bianqiao's head like a puppy, put his arms around Bianqiao's back, and put his cheek on the top of his head.

During the Qingming holiday, Gou Xiaohe and his aunt went back to their hometown again to erect a monument for grandma.

Bian Qiao made up his lessons and didn't go with them. Gou Xiaohe started to struggle with his aunt's call from the moment he got in the car, and didn't think about whether he should tell his aunt what he saw that day.

He even asked Bianqiao specifically after he recovered his mood, but Bianqiao didn't say whether he should or not, but just looked at him and said "Why bother".

"Anyway, your aunt won't divorce my dad, so why are you embarrassing her by mentioning it?"

Gou Xiaohe felt that Bianqiao's consideration was not unreasonable, but what he saw was what he saw, and it didn't mean that he didn't think it was necessary to mention it, so he could erase it from his heart.

It was okay when he didn't see his aunt, but now when he saw her, he felt very uncomfortable.

Especially thinking of the day when my aunt told him about the past, she herself revealed her identity as a "little three" and tried her best to embellish her self-esteem in front of the juniors, Gou Xiaohe felt even more uncomfortable.

How could my uncle be such a person?

He is simply worthless for Bianqiao's mother and aunt.

It's not like my uncle doesn't like my aunt. They have a very good relationship, so why are they involved with other women?

I really don't know how Bianqiao held back.

It's no wonder he always has a bad face at home.

Gou Xiaohe didn't have as deep thoughts as Bianqiao, most of the time his emotions were on his face, and his aunt could tell if there was something hidden in his heart.

"What's the matter?" She asked with concern, "I got into another fight with Bian Qiao? I muttered as soon as I got in the car."

"No." Gou Xiaohe sighed, and forced a dry smile at his aunt, "I'm thinking about something."

"What are you thinking?" Auntie also smiled.

Gou Xiaohe opened his mouth several times, but he still felt that his aunt had the right to know about it.

But the words rushed to his lips, thinking about Bian Qiao's words, he finally swallowed them back.

"It's nothing." He scratched his face pretendingly, and made up something on his mind, "Thinking about the college entrance examination next year, I suddenly feel that the time is so fast."

"I thought it was a big deal." My aunt was in a very good mood. When she heard that it was a matter of study, she reassured Gou Xiaohe, "Relax and work hard. There is no one else in our family. No one expects you to be glorious. In this life , as long as you live happily."

Gou Xiaohe didn't know why his heart felt sore, he grinned and couldn't speak for a long time.

When passing by the rest stop, my aunt stopped to go to the bathroom, and Gou Xiaohe's emotions had not subsided, so he took out his mobile phone and wanted to call Bianqiao.

Before he finished pressing the number, there was a "ding dong", and a WeChat message from Bianqiao popped up on the top of the screen.

The corners of his mouth immediately turned upward automatically.

After clicking on the news, Gou Xiaohe was stunned, and then couldn't stop laughing.

——Bian Qiao actually sent him a selfie. Although the angle was casual and the expression was as stinky as ever, a good-looking person couldn't hide it no matter what.

He zoomed in and zoomed out to appreciate it for a long time, and just about to save it for a new wallpaper, the selfie was withdrawn with a "swoosh".

Gou Xiaohe's thumb was still pressing on the screen, but before he could react, Bianqiao sent him another sentence: Wrong message.

Gou Xiaohe:?

Gou Xiaohe: Wrong post?

Gou Xiaohe: [question/.jpg][question/.jpg]

Gou Xiaohe: Didn't they send it to me?

Gou Xiaohe: Then who do you want to send it to? ? ? ?