Demolition of the bridge across the river

When my aunt and uncle came back, Gou Xiaohe was standing on the window sill observing his Xincheng tree.

"How do I feel," he held up a water bottle, looking around the small potted plants, "is it a little different from when we left?"

"God's talking." Bian Qiao said to him, "If you walk for a month, can it stay the same for a month?"

"That's right." Gou Xiaohe thought about it and accepted the statement, "It has to grow leaves and drop leaves."

The housekeeping aunt took good care of it. The whole tree looked bigger than during the summer vacation, and the leaves were greener.

It's just that their Xincheng tree doesn't bloom, and there are all kinds of tricks in people's buyers' shows and sellers' shows. Theirs is like a potted iron tree.

My aunt is like a Feng sister. As soon as she enters the door, the greeting has already spread to the living room.

"Where's Xiaohe? There's Bianqiao," she shouted from the entrance with a smile, "What time did you arrive home?"

Gou Xiaohe greeted him, and before he could say hello, he was rubbed by his aunt holding his face before he could speak.

He was very close to his aunt, and Bianqiao didn't respond to the two adults as usual. When his uncle went over to say a few words to him, he muffled two "hmm", and he didn't see the slightest "farewell" before becoming close. the meaning of.

Uncle and aunt are also used to Bianqiao like this. He doesn't like to talk, so they grab Gou Xiaohe to care.

From being unaccustomed to studying away from home, whether the military training is hard, to where are the roommates and how do you get along with them... I asked everything I could think of.

Gou Xiaohe chatted with them, and suddenly thought of his current relationship with Bianqiao, his scalp went numb.

——When they left home to go to school, they were still stepbrothers in name; now they have become a "couple" in name.

If my aunt and uncle found out, I couldn't imagine their reaction.

Probably because he was distracted, my uncle thought he was getting impatient with his aunt's questions, so he got up and made a concluding statement: "Okay, the child just came back, don't ask so many questions."

The aunt's expression became pale, and she didn't answer my uncle's words, and didn't even meet his eyes.

But she quickly changed the subject: "Clean up your things and make a table. Take you out for dinner."

Gou Xiaohe looked at the two of them, carried Xinchengshu upstairs with the side bridge, grabbed his neck and bit his ear: "Why do I feel that my aunt and uncle seem a little unhappy?"

"Isn't it always like this?" Bian Qiao glanced back and replied indifferently.

Gou Xiaohe also looked back, his uncle went to answer the phone, and his aunt was drinking water in the kitchen. It seemed that the atmosphere was very calm, not at all the state they had in the Cold War.

But he just felt that there was an indescribable sense of alienation at home.

strange.

He turned his neck back and pondered seriously, Bianqiao turned his head to look at him, and suddenly pecked at the base of his ear.

"Hey!" Gou Xiaohe was startled, and Xinchengshu in his arms almost didn't hug him, covering his ears and staring at him.

"What's wrong?" Auntie came out of the kitchen holding a cup.

"No! It's empty." Gou Xiaohe hurriedly yelled, and followed Bianqiao up a few steps. The two looked at each other, inexplicably wanting to laugh, and pursed their lips to escape from the aunt's sight.

"Slow down," my aunt told me, "I'm already in college, and I still have to be a child."

Back in the room, while Bianqiao turned his face away, Gou Xiaohe consciously grabbed his neck, and they kissed him.

Bian Qiao raised his eyebrows, clasped his back, and kissed him deeply before letting go.

"I feel that I like you very much today, baby." Gou Xiaohe licked the corners of his mouth and dangled behind the bridge.

Bian Qiao said "Oh", and pinched his waist deliberately: "I like what you give, are you a dog?"

"It's not because of the food." Gou Xiaohe wanted to laugh when he heard what he said at the moment, and after retorting with his eyes bent, he thought about it, "There seems to be a little bit of this factor."

Bian Qiao slapped his ass, which made Gou Xiaohe jump, and smiled and begged for mercy for a long time.

They have gotten used to it these days in the hotel, and before going out, they hug each other and can dawdle for a long time.

The aunts came up to knock on the door to urge people, but Gou Xiaohe was still being bitten by Bian Qiao's neck.

"Are you ready? Two children." My aunt said just now that the two of them looked like children, and now she said so again.

"Ah, here comes my aunt!" Gou Xiaohe was afraid that she would suddenly open the door and come in, so he quickly pushed Bianqiao's head aside, "I'm changing clothes, auntie, don't come in!"

"Okay, okay," my aunt's voice walked away with a smile, "it's really interesting."

Looking back, Bian Qiao was still pressed against his mouth with his palm, looking at him with unhappy eyes.

"You push me." He bit Gou Xiaohe's palm.

"I'm afraid my aunt will open the door." Gou Xiaohe withdrew his hand and kissed Bianqiao on the face with a "boom". In order to match the lie, he had to change his clothes again.

Bian Qiao sat on the edge of the table and watched him rummage through the suitcase, and asked, "You don't want them to know?"

"Huh? Now?" Gou Xiaohe thought about it, shaking his head, "I don't think so, right? We're still in school."

He was actually quite surprised to hear Bian Qiao mention this all of a sudden.

It is impossible for Gou Xiaohe not to be serious about Bianqiao, and he is also very serious about their love, even though it is still in the stage of "trying".

But he really wanted to "come out" and tell his family formally. Given his current level of acceptance, he still felt that it was a bit too exaggerated.

Even if it wasn't with Bian Qiao, it was an ordinary love, he still felt that it was very far away to tell his family, and now thinking about it as a student, it was really far away.

Bianqiao didn't know if he could understand his thoughts, so he didn't say anything, the dog Xiaohe came to rub him, and he bent down and patted the dog's head.

The restaurant where you go to eat can keep your pets. The dog Xiaohe has been following them up and down the stairs, his tail flicking like a hot wheel. Gou Xiaohe couldn't bear to see it, so he took the dog with him.

When he was about to go out, he habitually followed his aunt into the car, but found that Bianqiao hadn't come over. He turned around and found that his uncle had also taken out the car keys and was standing in front of the garage, hesitating.

"Should we split into two cars?" Gou Xiaohe was stunned, looking at his aunt from the car window, "Is there anyone else?"

The aunt didn't speak, and frowned slightly.

"No." Uncle laughed, put away the car keys and walked over, opened the door of my aunt's car and got in the passenger seat, "I want to take the dog out and change to a bigger car."

"Ah." Gou Xiaohe replied hesitantly, feeling more and more strange about the atmosphere between the two adults.

This feeling is even more obvious at the dinner table.

Usually, my uncle didn't talk much at the dinner table. In the past, I would occasionally ask them about their studies. Most of the time, my aunt would talk and the three of them would listen together.

Today it seems to be the other way around, my uncle talks more, and cares about Bianqiao and Gou Xiaohe very meticulously.

My aunt probably finished asking all the questions she wanted to ask at home. When my uncle spoke, she didn't answer a word, and occasionally spoke when my uncle was silent.

A few times my uncle wanted to answer my aunt's words, but she immediately lowered her eyes and closed her mouth, as if she didn't hear it.

This situation happened several times, and Gou Xiaohe secretly glanced at the bridge beside him, and found that he looked at his aunt and uncle with a bit of thoughtfulness.

"Auntie," Gou Xiaohe lay down on the dining table while his uncle was leaving the table, and asked in a low voice, "Did you quarrel with your uncle?"

My aunt stirred a small piece of broccoli with a fork, looked up at the two of them, and smiled: "It's nothing, I'll eat yours."

Looking at her, Gou Xiaohe suddenly thought of the question he had forgotten for a long time: If his aunt and uncle divorced, would he and Bian Qiao not be able to be together?