My Underachieving Seatmate Doesn't Need Any Comforting

He Shen didn't quite understand: "Diary?"

Qiao Shao suppressed his beating heart and said, "Let's go back."

He Shen asked him: "You..."

Qiao Shao shook his head and said, "It's getting late, Da Qiao should be worried."

With him like this, He Shen couldn't ask any more questions, so he could only shake his hand to comfort him and said, "Let's go."

They returned to the banquet hall, Qiao Shao went to find his father, Qiao Zongmin saw his son's red eyes, and his heart ached, he immediately apologized to the people around him, avoiding people asking him: "What do you remember?"

With trembling lips, Qiao Shao whispered, "I want to go home."

Qiao Zongmin immediately said: "Okay, let's go back."

The banquet was almost over. Qiao Zongmin said that his son was not feeling well, and no one dared to keep him.

When sending them away, He Shen was full of worries, but he couldn't go up and ask, so he could only send Qiao Shao a WeChat message.Qiao Shao didn't bring his mobile phone, so he couldn't see it. In fact, he didn't know how to look at it if he did. He put all his energy into controlling his trembling hands.

It took nearly an hour to get home. The good thing is that Qiao Shao's mood has stabilized.

As soon as Qiao Zongmin entered the room, he asked him, "What's wrong?"

Qiao Shao looked up at him and said with trembling lips, "Our family heirloom diary..."

Qiao Zongmin felt goosebumps all over his body as if being shocked by an electric shock: "You..."

Qiao Shao felt that these words stimulated his father too much, so he said lightly, "I want to go up and have a look."

Qiao Zongmin said in a hoarse voice, "I'll accompany you."

"No," Qiao Shao said to his father, "I'll go up by myself."

Qiao Zongmin clenched his fists tightly and stood at the stairs: "Okay, I'll wait for you below."

Qiao Shao didn't even dare to look at his father, he could imagine his father's expression, it must be extremely sad.

In this abyss of lost love, the most painful is actually his father.

Qiao Shao wore a neat suit and walked up the stairs covered with silver-gray carpet step by step. He paused when he reached the second floor.After taking a little breath, he clenched the handrail tightly. Under normal circumstances, Qiao Shao would rarely touch the handrail of the stairs. After all, he was young and jumped up in a few steps. But now he is like an old man, who needs the handrail as a crutch to support himself Go up to the third floor.

The third floor was his favorite place when he was a child, because his parents' bedroom was there, as was their study.

Little Qiao Shao made a lot of trouble because he slept alone on the second floor. Later, Qiao Zongmin saw that his wife was going to be soft-hearted, so he forcibly carried him down. The reason he used was that a man must be responsible.

Although Yang Yun felt distressed, she was also afraid of spoiling her son, so she hardened her heart and did not look into her son's glowing red eyes.

Who would have imagined that the grown-up Qiao Shao would lose the courage to go to the third floor.

When Qiao Shao finished the last step, it was as if he had climbed a thousand-meter high mountain, and the unspeakable tiredness and heaviness pressed firmly on his chest.

Don't be afraid, Qiao Shao told himself, don't be afraid...

His father needs him, his family needs him, his He Shen also needs him, he needs to be braver, he needs to face the past, face memories, face the pain of forgetting and the happiness lost.

Qiao Shao stood outside his mother's study room, behind the apricot-colored carved wooden door was his past.

Push it out, go in...

"Shao Shao!"

After all, Qiao Zongmin was worried. When he went up to the third floor, he saw the fainted Qiao Shao.

The son fell outside his wife's study, his face was pale and bloodless, and the corners of his tightly clenched mouth were overflowing with blood.

Qiao Zongmin was in a panic, and while calling his name softly, he opened his mouth forcefully, fearing that he would bite his tongue.

Aunt Wu called the family doctor, who finally stabilized Qiao Shao after giving him an injection.

Qiao Zongmin's whole body seemed to have been washed by water, and his hair and clothes were all wet with cold sweat.

Aunt Wu said distressedly: "Sir, go take a shower."

Qiao Zongmin shook his head: "No need." He didn't want to take a step away from his son, fear gripped his heart, and he couldn't bear the loss of his beloved by death again.

Qiao Shao didn't wake up until the next day. Seeing the familiar ceiling, he felt powerless—he still couldn't do it, even though he knew the key was there, he was still afraid.

What a coward.

"Are you hungry?" Qiao Zongmin's voice sounded.

Qiao Shao turned his head and saw that his father was still wearing yesterday's clothes, his hair was messed up, and his face was full of worry and tiredness.

Da Qiao didn't sleep all night...

Qiao Shao felt guilty again.

Qiao Zongmin didn't dare to mention what happened last night at all, and asked him, "Do you want to eat something?"

Qiao Shao sat up and looked at his father: "Dad, can I invite Dr. Zhang to come?"

Qiao Zongmin recalled the scene last night, and felt very scared: "Don't worry, take your time, wait a few days..."

Qiao Shao interrupted him: "I want to see Dr. Zhang."

Qiao Zongmin: "..."

Qiao Shao stared at his father and said, "I can do it, Dad, trust me."

Qiao Zongmin's brows were furrowed tightly, and there was a sense of powerlessness in his voice that no one had ever heard before: "Shaoshao, it doesn't matter if you can't remember anything, Dad..."

"No!" Qiao Shao said, "I want to remember, I shouldn't forget her!"

Qiao Zongmin's nose was sour, and the eyes of this man who only cried bitterly at his wife's funeral were red: "I... I will contact Dr. Zhang right now."

Qiao Shao relaxed his body and leaned against the head of the bed.

When Zhang Guanting came, he saw the haggard Qiao Zongmin stunned for a moment: "Mr. Qiao..."

Qiao Zongmin said: "I'm fine, go and see Xiao Shao."

Zhang Guanting didn't say anything, and went upstairs to Qiao Shao's bedroom.

Qiao Shao's spirit has improved a lot. After seeing Zhang Guanting, he said bluntly: "Dr. Zhang, I know how to restore my memory."

Zhang Guanting said: "But don't you have the courage to open that door?"

Qiao Shao lowered his eyes: "Am I too useless?"

Zhang Guanting said softly: "You are very strong, the very strong child I have ever seen."

Qiao Shao tightened his grip on the quilt and said, "But I can't do it..." He knew that the end was ahead, and he knew that it would be over by running, but he stopped at the last step.

Zhang Guanting looked at him gently and gently, and he said to him with a voice that seemed to come from a dream: "Why do you have to do it yourself?"

Qiao Shao was taken aback.

Zhang Guanting continued: "Why don't you invite him to join you? Didn't he give you a lot of courage?"

Qiao Shao raised his head suddenly, his pupils shrank.

Zhang Guanting gave him the answer: "Let him accompany you, with him, you can definitely open that door."

He Shen? Are you with him?

Qiao Shao was stunned, but new hope surged in his heart.

"I...I'm looking for him," Qiao Shao remembered after finishing speaking, "I'll talk to my dad first!"

Zhang Guanting smiled and said, "Don't panic, you can do it."

Qiao Shao breathed out and said, "Thank you, Dr. Zhang."

Zhang Guanting said: "Waiting for your good news."

As the saying goes, one word awakens the dreamer, what Qiao Shao has never been able to do by himself, but he can do it together with He Shen.

He had an appetite because of He Shen, because He Shen could sleep peacefully, and he even remembered so many things because of He Shen, so this time, as long as He Shen was around, he would be able to open the "key".

Qiao Shao waited for Dr. Zhang to leave, and said to Qiao Zongmin, "Dad, can He Shen come to our house?"

Qiao Zongmin was startled, unable to realize the connection.

Qiao Shao's Adam's apple twitched and said, "I talked to Dr. Zhang, and he suggested that He Shen accompany me to the third floor."

Qiao Zongmin frowned: "Why is he..."

Under such circumstances, Qiao Shao didn't dare to confess his relationship, he only said, "Probably, he...is very important to me."

Qiao Zongmin's eyes flickered, and he said, "As long as it is beneficial to your body, I will support it."

Qiao Shao's heart warmed, and he said, "I'll call him over."

Qiao Zongmin said, "Give me the address, and I'll send someone to pick him up."

Qiao Shao wasn't sure where he was, so he said, "No, he can come by himself." After speaking, he called He Shen.

He Shen didn't sleep all night, and he always remembered Qiao Shao in his heart. When he saw Qiao Shao's call, he answered it immediately: "Xiao Shao?"

Qiao Shao was about to speak, but he was a little embarrassed, he cleared his throat and said, "Can you come to my house?"

He Shen never expected that Qiao Shao would let him go to his house.

Qiao Shao was a little cautious: "I need your help with something."

He said that, let alone going to Qiao's house, He Shen would not frown.

He Shen said, "Send me a location."

Qiao Shao said: "Yes!"

After hanging up the phone, Qiao Shao saw that his father was thinking, and suddenly remembered something again, he said: "That..."

Qiao Zongmin looked at him.

Qiao Shao felt that this had to be said in advance, otherwise his father would be hit harder: "Actually, He Shen's original surname was Xie."

Big Joe:"!"

Qiao Shao bit the bullet and said, "His original name is Xie Shen..."

Qiao Zongmin raised his voice slightly: "That kid from the Xie family?"

Qiao Shao quickly explained: "He ran away from home before, and he was studying in Donggao. It's not easy. Don't be so prejudiced against him. He is different from those in the Xie family."

Qiao Zongmin was so shocked that he couldn't even speak!He reminded him ten thousand times, for fear that his son would be deceived by the bad boy, but in the end...

Qiao Shao reminded him: "As you said, as long as it is beneficial to me, you will support it."

Qiao Zongmin said: "Thank you Shen..."

Qiao Shao said: "If it wasn't for him, I still can't eat, sleep or remember anything!"

Qiao Zongmin was speechless.

He Shen came very quickly, he should have returned to the rental house last night, otherwise he would not have arrived so quickly.

Qiao Zongmin opened the door for him himself, and seeing this hypocritical face he had only seen last night, he almost slammed the door down!

He Shen was very polite: "Hello."

Qiao Shao hurriedly greeted him and said, "Come into the house." By the way, he reminded Da Qiao.

Da Qiao was so wronged, but she didn't dare to say anything, she could only keep a straight face like a statue.

Qiao Shao didn't dare to be too intimate with He Shen, for fear of being too exciting and making Da Qiao angry.

He Shen's heart is full of Qiao Shao, and he can tell at a glance that his spirit is not very good: "Did you sleep well last night?"

In fact, Qiao Shao slept well, but his spirit was stimulated, and his complexion was a little ugly. He said, "It's okay."

He Shen wanted to shake his hand, but considering Mr. Qiao's hot gaze, he held back: "What do you want me to do?"

Unexpectedly, Qiao Shao held his hand and said, "Accompany me to a place."

He Shen resisted the urge to hold him backhand: "Huh?"

Qiao Shao pulled him up and said, "Come with me."

Standing in the hall on the first floor, Qiao Zongmin felt mixed feelings, feeling sad that his cabbage had been gouged by pigs.

What's going on, why did my son come so close to Xie's brat!

Qiao Shao pulled He Shen up to the second floor, and when he walked to the third floor step by step, he whispered, "The third floor is where my father and my mother are."

He Shen vaguely understood, and he quietly held his hand.

Qiao Shao seemed to be talking to him, but also to himself: "Since I got home, I never dare to go up to the third floor."

He Shen felt Qiao Shao's nervousness, and he asked, "Are there any things from your mother?"

"A lot." Qiao Shao took a deep breath and said, "I dare not think of her, so I dare not walk up."

He Shen tried his best to ease his mood: "You are now..."

Qiao Shao looked at him and said, "I can come up now, but there is something that I dare not face alone."

He Shen clenched his hand and said, "I'll accompany you."

Qiao Shao responded, "Well, I need you to accompany me."

These words warmed He Shen's heart, and at the same time felt sorry for him even more.

Came outside mother's study again, Qiao Shao felt much better this time than before.

Although he was still a little afraid and his hands were trembling uncontrollably, as long as he felt the temperature that belonged to He Shen coming from his palm, he could keep calm.

Qiao Shao closed his eyes and turned the doorknob—Mom, long time no see.

Whispering in his heart, he walked into the study that lost its owner.

In an instant, everything that was familiar came to him, he seemed to see his mother sitting on the beige sofa under the whole wall of books, drinking tea and flipping through books.

She is beautiful, the most beautiful woman in his heart, even wearing loose home clothes, she looks like an angel who has fallen into the mortal world, even the faintest smile on her mouth is full of divine radiance, which can give him the deepest comfort.

Qiao Shao watched without blinking, even his breathing was almost frozen.

"Xiao Shao." He Shen called him softly.

Qiao Shao recovered from his trance, he let go of He Shen's hand, and walked to the desk where there was no one while talking to him: "Here is our family heirloom diary."

He Shen followed him and walked over.

Qiao Shao opened a wooden box, and there were more than a dozen thick calendars neatly arranged inside.

Most covers are red, as well as gold and green, each with the year stamped on it.

Qiao Shao took out the gun with shaking hands: "This is the treasure of the three of us."

He Shen didn't quite understand what it was, and he didn't know whether he should read it or not.

However, Qiao Shao had already opened one of the books in front of him, and there were three completely different fonts inside.

One is elegant lower case script, the other is rough cursive script, and the other is immature handwriting that obviously comes from a child.

Seeing this scene, Qiao Shao's tears rolled down, and he said: "From the day I was able to hold a pen, my mother prepared such a diary, and the three of us would write something in it every day."

He rubbed the old paper with his fingers, and said softly: "Look at what my father wrote on this day: Old man Sun is really not a thing, and he poured me wine again; what my mother wrote: Comrade Da Qiao knocked over the vase, Classmate Xiao Qiao fished in troubled waters and didn't want to do homework; and I wrote: Drunk Da Qiao stinks to death, mom, come and sleep with me."

He Shen was stunned.

It was a very narrow piece of paper, and there was not much room for writing on it. The things they wrote were also very trivial and simple, but it was full of all the warmth and sweetness of a home.

Qiao Shao laughed and shed tears at the same time, the hand turning over the diary seemed to have traveled through time and space, and returned to the distant but eternal past.

When he couldn't write when he was a child, he drew indiscriminately.Later, I could write, but I couldn’t write more complicated ones, so I used pinyin instead.And then... Qiao Shao flipped back to the year when he disappeared.

In 2014, it was a dark gray journal.

Qiao Shao opened it with trembling hands, and he lost his composure when he saw the first line.

He Shen hugged him hard, and Qiao Shao wept uncontrollably.

On the dark gray diary that was opened, the beautiful characters had long been smeared by the countless tears that had dissipated in the past——Xiao Yi, Mom misses you.

It comes from a mother's deepest love for her son, all in this thick diary.

The author has something to say: finally wrote...

This paragraph is the original intention of writing the article, probably because I am also a mother, so I have a deeper understanding of maternal love.

Although no one has given the nutrient solution, there should be another chapter in the evening, which is Da Qiao's grievance.