[Qi Xie] Si Wu Xie

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Wu Xie woke up in the middle of the night. He touched his lower back and sighed. This Zhang Qishan is really... Zhang Qishan vaguely mentioned some of his long-cherished wishes that night, but Wu Xie would not agree to it. His reason was that he was too fast. Actually, there are still some things that can't be explained. Wu Xie sat up, and stroked Qishan's bangs with his hands one by one. He really didn't forget it.

In short, Wu Xie didn't let go that night, and Zhang Qishan didn't let him touch him at all.They can only feel the warmth when they sleep together.Wu Xie's action class of plucking his hair is not the gentle one. In the past few days, they have been testing at the edge. Wu Xie dared to say that Zhang Qishan didn't sleep at all after sneaking into his bed the night before. As for Wu Xie, he fell asleep at this time. no.

He felt that he was letting go too fast. He really hanged himself on Zhang Qishan, which means that he had completely distinguished him from Zhang Qiling. After all, it had been ten years, and time had worn away his memory. There was a sense of presence in front of him, giving him a sense of companionship.In his normal life, it would be impossible for him to stay in Changsha for more than two years to pick up Zhang Qishan's family business. He is not self-interested, but a character that will not let himself suffer.It's just that Zhang Qishan is really nothing.

Wu Xie rubbed his lower back, this...God knows Zhang Qishan lost the memory of it as soon as he woke up, they all ate the same food, there's no reason this old bastard can't remember.At that time, Wu Xie had just found a way to come back, and it was Zhang Qishan who was angry at him again, with a look of turning his face and denying him. He had just come out of his shell, and he was forced back in a short while, can he not run away? ?

When Zhang Qishan was in Changsha, he didn't really care about the accountant. He was at ease with Wu Xie, so Wu Xie looked like this—two landlines, three mobile phones, and a computer in front of Wu Xie. They were still in the store, and Wu Xie didn't go to the hall. It was all done through online contact. He deliberately rushed to leave Hangzhou after handling the affairs that had dragged on for more than half a year. He was really afraid that Xiaohua, who came back from Beijing, would come to settle accounts. Makes me uncomfortable.And what he thought was, it should be broken...

Wu Xie seemed worried, but it didn't stop him from making plans, and Zhang Qishan was fascinated by it, although he didn't quite know what those objects on the table were out of his recognition.

Wu Xie sat there for a long time, and the dinner was made by Lao Zhang. Wu Xie thought it tasted good, but it was the first time he knew that the dried chilies in his home could be so spicy.

Taking advantage of Xie Yuchen's stumbling block at the Crescent Hotel, Wu Xie bought a train ticket to Qingdao when he was almost busy, and didn't even dare to go home, mainly because he was not easy to introduce.

The number left by the customer in Qingdao is still fresh in Wu Xie's memory. It is the private number that Andre gave him after he met Andre.Of course, there is no such number in China now, which is why Wu Xie is going to Qingdao, and he also knows where to go.

Qingdao City preserves a lot of newly built foreign-style buildings during the Republic of China. Wu Xie and Zhang Qishan entered a German-style house together. The former Guan Gongguan and Andre’s small bungalows are here, and most of the bungalows here have been collected. Nationalized.Wu Xie is going to Andre's place, if it is really him, it is really cruel, more than 70 years... Wu Xie held Zhang Qishan's hand slightly, the time was stolen, 70 years is really cruel.

Wu Xie pressed the electric bell, and the door opened quickly, and an old housekeeper who was over fifty years old came out, he bowed politely and said: "It's Mr. Wu and Mr. Zhang, please follow me, the master has been waiting for you for a long time." .” This is a white man with blue eyes, but he speaks Chinese with a soft accent of Wu Nong, like Wu Xie.Wu Xie didn't feel anything, but although Zhang Qishan remained calm, he was surprised.

Calculating Andre's age, he is really over a hundred years old. His eyes are clear and not cloudy, and he is holding a thick book to read again.

Wu Xie opened his mouth but didn't know what to say. When the words came to his lips, they became: "Hello."

"Wu Xie!" Andre called out his name accurately, and he was so excited that he didn't look like an old man who was over a hundred years old. If he wasn't sitting in a wheelchair, he might be able to jump up and down.

Wu Xie also saw someone he was familiar with, and said, "Long time no see, your..."

"Hey, it was broken by the Japanese. It could still move a few years ago, but now it really can't move. Come and sit, come and sit." Andre was very enthusiastic towards Wu Xie, but he saw Zhang Qishan's expression was a little subtle .

"Okay." Wu Xie smiled softly. He had the impression that Andre was shrewd in business but confused in life. This is indeed him, living like an old child.

"I really didn't expect you to come to see me, you wait." Andre controlled the wheelchair by himself, and took out a Su Ya's box beside the pillow. He slipped and fell in front of Wu Xie, and said, " Show me quickly, is this thing good?"

Wu Xie took out the small magnifying glass that he carried with him, looked it over and said: "The bronze mirror imitated in the Republic of China is considered a good thing now." After finishing speaking, he continued: "I bought the box together with the mirror. It's a good thing. It's thick, authentic in color, and golden nanmu. It's top-grade. It's a good thing." Wu Xie put the mirror back into the box and sent it to An In Andre's arms, Andre hugged the box happily, shaking the folds of his face with a happy smile.

"Xiaohong gave it to me, he bought it for me, you know? Xiaohong..."

Wu Xie smiled and listened, they were just two idiots who didn't understand antiques at all. With their half-baked appreciation level, they became antique collectors by mistake.Xiaohong is that little Huadan, his name is even bigger, the well-known translator—deceased.

Andre talked and laughed, laughed and cried.

"After much deliberation, I don't trust the things that Xiaohong and I scoured together. I want to donate this place and those collections. You have eyesight, so I don't worry. You can help me see if it's true or not. If it's true, just keep it." Here, fake ones can be burned with me, and I will take them there to please Xiaohong."

"Okay." Wu Xie agreed, and this was Andre's last wish.

"If you see the one you like, you can pick it up. I still keep your house. Go and rest. Let me stay alone for a while. I'm sorry, I lost my temper." Andre called the housekeeper and called The butler was entertaining people the next day. After all, he was old, and it was difficult to restrain himself when thinking about the past.

Zhang Qishan was silent the whole time. If he went back to his Changsha alone and Wu Xie stayed alone, he and Wu Xie had been separated for 67 years. Maybe he would never have any social relations in his life, and maybe he would not see Wu Xie for the last time.

When I arrived at the former Guan Mansion, it was well maintained and hardly changed. The furnishings of the room almost kept Wu Xie's legacy. When it was dark, Wu Xie went to turn on the light in the dark, and a person hugged him from behind.

"Wu Xie." It was a dry and hoarse voice, "Ah Xie, let me hug you for a while, just let me hug you for a while."

The author has something to say:

Really not amnesia, really not amnesia, really not amnesia

The next chapter, NO.12, has been a little slow recently. I am still in the fear of failing high maths, and the final exam is coming soon.

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