Demolition of the bridge across the river

The uncle looked at their clenched hands, paused for a moment, and then laughed softly.

"It's still like a child." He walked between the two children, pushing them away with his arms left and right.

Gou Xiaohe's heart jumped following his uncle's gaze, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

He smiled shyly, quickly put on his shoes and went out to Bianqiao, and asked casually, "Have you eaten, Uncle?"

"Ah." Uncle replied ambiguously, "What time is it until we go to eat, hurry up."

When Gou Xiaohe and the others were about to leave the hospital, he called after him again: "Xiaohe?"

"Hey." Gou Xiaohe just wanted to pinch Bianqiao's elbow, but quickly withdrew his hand and turned to look at him.

"If your aunt calms down, let her come back early," said the uncle, "She's quite a grown-up, and if you have nothing to do, it's okay to let her petty temper."

Uncle spoke very naturally.

He didn't even look at Gou Xiaohe, he was changing his shoes in the entrance, as if he was telling him to go home early after dinner with Bian Qiao, he gave the words very casually.

Gou Xiaohe thought about it all the way, until he sat down in the restaurant, he was still thinking about his uncle's tone.

"Why can my uncle speak so naturally?" he asked Bianqiao.

Bian Qiao was scanning the QR code to order food, and raised his eyelids to look at him: "What?"

"His attitude of asking my aunt to go home early," Gou Xiaohe said, "It seems that the two of them just quarreled yesterday."

The corner of Bian Qiao's mouth twitched slightly, he didn't speak, but Gou Xiaohe understood what he meant: Isn't it always like this.

"Maybe it's really nothing to my uncle." He sighed and squeezed a carrot flower from the table to eat. "My aunt cried most of the night last night."

The two of them haven't talked about what happened last night.Now that he was free and calmed down, Gou Xiaohe repeated to Bianqiao what his aunt said last night, and asked how his uncle was doing last night.

Bian Qiao probably didn't care about it at all. Thinking about it, he said "very good".

"Actually, I think my aunt has always felt guilty towards you. She told me a lot yesterday." He rubbed his knees against Bian Qiao under the table, observing his expression and whispered.

Bianqiao didn't refute, just said "En".

"Do you want them to divorce?" Gou Xiaohe asked again.

Just as Bian Qiao picked up the cup to drink water, he paused when he heard this question.

"I don't know," he said.

Gou Xiaohe hung his lips.

"I didn't think so before." Bian Qiao smiled at his little expression, motioned for Gou Xiaohe to stretch out his hand, and squeezed his fingers and the back of his hand.

"It doesn't matter now." He said to Gou Xiaohe.

Gou Xiaohe chewed a piece of cantaloupe and looked at him, blinking: "Is it because of me?"

Bianqiao raised one eyebrow slightly.

"Before, you were also afraid that your aunt and uncle would divorce and you would not be able to live with me, so you didn't want to. Now that we are together, you are not afraid of anything."

Gou Xiaohe sprawled forward, his eyes shining brightly.

After listening to Jiang Chao's words and seeing Bianqiao's circle of friends, he found that every seemingly simple sentence of Bianqiao could dig out a deeper meaning.

Only then did I realize that Bian Qiao really seemed to like and care about him.

It's a pity to think about it this way, how many words of Bianqiao did he have to miss?

Bian Qiao didn't say anything, looked at Gou Xiaohe's eyes that were burning hot, and stretched out his hand to poke another piece of fruit into his mouth.

Gou Xiaohe conveyed his uncle's words to his aunt, and the aunt sneered on the other end of the phone, laughed mockingly, and asked Gou Xiaohe and Bianqiao when they would return to school, saying that they would take him to buy clothes tomorrow.

For a busy adult like my aunt, "shopping" is the most earnest and direct way for her to express her concern.

In fact, Gou Xiaohe has just started a serious relationship, and really wants to do nothing but get bored with Bianqiao everywhere.

But hearing that his aunt was seriously planning the shopping arrangements tomorrow, he really didn't want to take away this kindness, so he tried to ask his aunt if he could bring Bianqiao with him.

"Of course you can."

My aunt agreed without thinking.

"You can call him as long as you can. He has been growing up since he was a child. Anyway, I haven't succeeded in buying him anything."

My aunt had said this a long time ago, and Gou Xiaohe had mixed feelings when he heard it.

Now imagine that the young boy Bian Qiao, who had just been taken back to the city by his aunt, rejected all good intentions with a sullen face, he just felt cute and distressed.

"Baby, do you want to go shopping?" After hanging up the phone, he turned around and climbed onto Bianqiao and asked him, "Auntie wants to take me shopping for clothes tomorrow, shall we go together?"

Bian Qiao was teaming up with Jiang Chao, Cui Yang, Ren Pengfei, and the others to fight against each other. He kissed Gou Xiaohe on the head first, and then turned the phone screen to him.

Ren Pengfei and Cui Yang were chatting on the public screen, you said one sentence to another, pretending to be a girl and saying, "I'm going to play at my brother's house tomorrow."

The five people on the opposite side were disgusted by them, and even their own unlucky teammate scolded them together, saying that the jungler didn't want to care about your anger, if it wasn't for the fact that the jungler could lead the way, he would have sold it.

Jiang Chao returned him a string of 666.

"Ah," Gou Xiaohe's head swelled, "Hu Yuan also said before that he wanted to come and play with me, and I asked him to wait until tomorrow... Then shall we go shopping for clothes?"

"Anything is fine." Bian Qiao said, "If you want to go, see them another day."

"Actually, I just want to stay with you." Gou Xiaohe thought about it, and went to Hu Yuan again, "I'll let Hu Yuan come back the day after tomorrow."

Hu Yuan scolded him on WeChat, and Gou Xiaohe followed Bian Qiao's example and sent a few red envelopes to silence him.

It's all fifty cents, Hu Yuan cursed even louder.

After Gou Xiaohe admitted his mistake to him, he negotiated with his aunt again. The aunt took them to buy clothes in the morning, and asked Jiang Chao and the others to come and play again in the afternoon.

After making all the arrangements, he lay on the side and crossed his legs to watch the side bridge push the tower, imitating Ren Pengfei and the others deliberately saying: "Brother Jungle is so good."

Bian Qiao watched them flirting on the public screen for a long time without any response, and was amused by Gou Xiaohe's shout, so he wrapped Gou Xiaohe in a quilt after quitting the game.

After playing around until midnight, Gou Xiaohe got out of his underpants through his pajamas by Bianqiao, got out of bed with a blushing face in the middle of the night, and rummaged through the box to change his underwear.

Early the next morning, my aunt drove over to pick them up. She was still dressed like an urban beauty and wore a pair of sunglasses, and brought back Gou Xiaohe's suitcase.

"School will start after staying at home for a few days, don't mess around." She said to Gou Xiaohe, "I'll be back in these two days."

Gou Xiaohe took the suitcase, opened his mouth, but still did not refute.

He found that he had a bit of an ostrich mentality. On the one hand, he wanted his aunt to divorce, but on the other hand, he really hoped that the family could be harmonious.

After all, this is Bianqiao's only home.

After taking the box back to the villa and coming out, Bian Qiao had already boarded the car, talking to his aunt without a word.

Bian Qiao sat in the back row, Gou Xiaohe thought about it, and opened the door to get into the co-pilot.

There is still a long, long time to accompany Bian Qiao, they are in a university, and they can see each other whenever they want.

I want to be with my aunt in the next few years, only during the holidays.

Going shopping with my aunt with Bianqiao is much easier than Gou Xiaohe imagined.

They are very understanding, there is no quarrel two days in advance, and my aunt also upholds the usual style, buying clothes is like sweeping, entering a store and seeing the good-looking ones, comparing them directly, and paying the bill if she thinks it is suitable.

She was satisfied with the big and small bags, so she happened to have lunch.

"Don't worry about what the adults will do." During the meal, the aunt finally spoke/explained to them.

"Your father and I—" she said to Bian Qiao first, and then tapped Gou Xiaohe with her chopsticks, "It's also your uncle, any trouble we both have is our business, don't feel pressured, don't be affected."

"You grew up together. You are not blood brothers, but you are closer than blood brothers. To be honest, after the adults are gone, it will be the two of you who will take care of each other."

"No matter when, no matter what happens to me and your father in the future," she still emphasized to Bian Qiao, "Take care of Xiao He, and he will be the closest to you in this world."

Gou Xiaohe gnawed on the steak with his head buried, both moved and guilty.

He and Bian Qiao were indeed getting close, even a little too much.

My aunt sent them back to the gate of the community, and didn't go in again.

Gou Xiaohe and Bianqiao walked home with a pile of clothes and shoes, and couldn't help thinking: "You said that if my aunt finds out about us in the future, will it be difficult for her to accept it?"

"Would it be?" Bian Qiao glanced at him, "I think she's pretty easy to see."

"What about your father?" Gou Xiaohe asked again.

"Who cares about him." Bianqiao looked away indifferently.

"You're so filial to me." Gou Xiaohe didn't hold back his laugh, fearing that Bianqiao might not understand the stalk, he gestured to him with his finger and wrote, "Filial piety."

The two of them were still dawdling on the road, when two protracted "Brother Yewang—" came out from behind, which made Gou Xiaohe tremble all over.

Ren Pengfei and Cui Yang were still bluffing as usual, they rushed over from behind and surrounded the side bridge, they grabbed their paper bags and looked through them, very dissatisfied: "I thought you two would buy milk tea and wait for us to come. "

Gou Xiaohe stared at Ren Pengfei's hair for one look, and then another look, until Ren Pengfei reached out and rubbed his hair: "What are you looking at, little lick."

"You burned your head again." Gou Xiaohe avoided him, "Why did you dye it green?"

Still shit green.

Duck poop green.

His new hair color has obviously been ridiculed all the way, and when Gou Xiaohe mentions it, his face is full of want to die.

"He's short-sighted, what else can he do?" Cui Yang smiled like a duck, "It's the first day you met him?"

"Do you understand trendy men?" Ren Pengfei insisted on maintaining his dignity, and even mocked others, "A bunch of turkeys."

The real trendy man kept pressing his phone, and when he was almost at the entrance of the villa, he locked the screen and put it away. He raised his eyes to meet Gou Xiaohe's gaze, and raised the corner of his mouth: "Okay?"

"Okay." Gou Xiaohe nodded.

This feeling is very miraculous, I didn't feel anything over the phone, but when I told Jiang Chao face to face, he was still a little embarrassed.

Jiang Chao smiled and said "oh".

He was wearing a very fashionable chest bag today, which was much more fashionable than Ren Pengfei's duck shit green hair.He took something out of his bag, and stuffed it directly into Gou Xiaohe's pocket while no one else was paying attention.

"Then I'll give you a small gift, which will come in handy."

"What gift?" Gou Xiaohe stretched out his hand and wanted to take it out.

"Hey." Jiang Chao pressed his arm quickly, unable to hold back his joy, "It's not fun to watch now."

As long as a person is mysterious, it must not be a serious gift.

Gou Xiaohe could probably make a guess, and just about to take a peek, Bian Qiao casually stretched out a hand from the crowd and dragged him away from Jiang Chao.