Independence Day Study Plan

The dustpan of shells walked towards Gufenquan.

Zhou Shuoyu looked at Xie Cheng and smiled: "You have ghosts in your heart."

Xie Cheng glanced at Xuan Fangling's back: "Don't you think so?"

"Yes." Zhou Yu pouted.

Xie Cheng raised his eyebrows and entered the courtyard gate.

Seeing him enter the house, Zhou Daoyu thought that he would not be bothered to cook for himself later, so he turned and walked outside, preparing to go to the billiard room to eat.

Who would have thought that he ran into Aunt Lan as soon as he walked to the alley.

"Auntie, why is the door closed?" Zhou Daoyu asked, "Why are you running?"

Aunt Lan walked up to him quickly, frowned, and grabbed his wrist: "I'm going back to call you, come with me!"

☆, hospital

Aunt Lan's expression was too serious, Zhou Daoyu was taken aback, and immediately raised his legs to follow, and hurriedly asked, "What's the matter, Auntie?"

"Your dad will arrive at the station in 10 minutes at most. If I call you and you turn off the phone, I have no choice but to come back and look for you! Hurry up." Aunt Lan said in a hurry.

Zhou Tao suddenly had a premonition in his heart, and he walked faster.

Aunt Lan couldn't keep up with him, she was panting from running, but she still tried her best to comfort him, "Don't worry, Yu'er."

After saying this, no one spoke, and after a while, the two of them ran to the gate of the station. From a distance, Zhou Jiangyu saw a car coming up at the intersection where it merged into the national highway.

It's Xirong's license plate.

He immediately stopped and turned around, looking at Aunt Lan in a little panic.

Aunt Lan squeezed his shoulder.

The tacit understanding between the aunt and nephew let Zhou Daoyu know what Aunt Lan wanted to say. He nodded indiscriminately, grabbed the strap of his schoolbag and ran away. He didn't pay attention when crossing the road, and was almost hit by a car.

The sound of sudden braking was extremely sharp, and Aunt Lan screamed.

Zhou Daoyu didn't seem to feel the danger, so he rushed over and ran towards Zhou Quan's car.

Later, Aunt Lan took a breath and went forward to apologize to the driver who was yelling at her. Just after she finished speaking, she looked up and saw that Zhou Quan's car had turned around and was on the way back to Xirong.

She sighed, frowning.

She has always been an outsider in the affairs of the Zhou family, and she has no way to participate in it, and now there is a place to avoid suspicion, even if she is worried that Zhou will tell her, it is difficult to follow up.

Besides, I can't keep up.

Zhou Shuyu sat in the co-pilot's seat that first time, and he hadn't recovered from the sudden news, so he just felt baffled.

After a while on the main road, Zhou Quan looked at him from the rearview mirror, with a worried expression on his face, and his usual annoying nagging was gone: "Son..."

"What's the matter?" Zhou Jiangyu asked.

Zhou Quan paused for two seconds before saying, "He's getting old, and his heart has never been very good."

Zhou said, "What's the situation now?"

Zhou Quan took a deep breath, and his voice suddenly trembled: "Acute left heart failure, I woke up once in the middle, and I issued two critical illness notifications when I left."

Zhou Shuoyu turned to look at him: "Why don't you guard him?"

Zhou Quan didn't speak, Zhou Daoyu was stunned for a while, and looked sideways out of the window.

The highway from Luohua to Qingyu hadn't been opened yet, so Zhou Quan drove the car all the way through Qingyu City before getting on the highway.

The car picked up the speed, and Zhou Shuoyu finally got out of the stupefied state. Before he could feel his emotions carefully, he suddenly felt a severe stomachache.

After holding back for a while, he curled up his legs silently and buried his face in his knees.

Zhou Quan wanted to say something, but obviously didn't have the energy to say it.

The speed of the car has been hovering around the edge of the speed limit, and the father and son finally changed to the expressway around the city in the evening.

In another half an hour to reach the hospital, Zhou Quan heaved a sigh of relief, and his cell phone rang suddenly.

The voice came so abruptly that Zhou Taoyu was startled, his eyes widened suddenly, and he turned to look at him.

Zhou Quan hurriedly picked up the phone, listened to a few words, then handed it to Zhou Daoyu: "Your mother."

His tone didn't change much, Zhou Daoyu felt relieved, and took the phone: "Mom."

Zhao Xinhui responded and comforted her in a low voice: "Son, don't panic, the hospital will always find a solution. Grandpa is waiting for you. He will be fine when he sees you. Mom is also here. Mom is waiting for you to come. Don't be afraid, baby."

It wasn't until he heard Zhao Xinhui's words that Zhou Daoyu suddenly felt the truth.

In the next second, fear hit him head and face. When he spoke, he almost couldn't control it. He took a breath before responding: "Well, it's okay."

"Are you hungry?" Zhao Xinhui asked gently.

Zhou Shuo shook his head reflexively, and it took two seconds to realize that he was on the phone, and replied, "I'm not hungry, we'll be right there."

He hung up the phone, and suddenly heard Zhou Quan curse, and the speed of the car slowed down slowly.

Zhou Jiangyu hurriedly looked up and saw the taillights of a row of cars ahead.

"It's his grandma," Zhou Quan said angrily, "Why is it blocked on Saturdays! Rich people are fucking idle, and if they stay at home, they will die, right?"

Zhou Shuoyu frowned. Now that he was approaching the toll booth of the expressway, there was no way to squeeze through the front block. He looked sideways at the rearview mirror, and in just a short while, the car behind had followed him.

blocked.

Time passed minute by minute, it was getting late, and Zhou Shuoyu became more and more anxious, and even frantically wanted to get out of the car and run across this section.

He clenched his fists and involuntarily took a deep breath.

After waiting for a while, he grabbed the edge of the seat violently, and when he was on the verge of an emotional outburst, he suddenly heard Zhou Quan sniff his nose heavily.

Zhou Yu was taken aback, turned his head, and saw Zhou Quan smash the steering wheel in annoyance, then buried his face in his hands emotionally, sobbing in his throat.

"Dad." He called out in surprise.

Zhou Quan cried twice when he heard the words, then quickly wiped his face with a tissue, and calmed down in less than 2 minutes.

Zhou Daoyu had never seen Zhou Quan like this before, he originally thought that Zhou Quan had no feelings for Zhou Guyan, but at this moment his father's sadness could not be faked at all.

"Dad." Zhou Yu suddenly felt a little at a loss, he shouted, without thinking, he reached out and touched Zhou Quan's arm.

Zhou Quan's chest heaved violently a few times, and he pinched his hand back. The father and son suddenly approached each other in a subtle way.

Zhou Yu even felt that he had forgiven Zhou Quan.

The car in front started to move, Zhou Quan immediately turned on the ignition and followed.

The car drove forward slowly, and after a long time, he said: "I have only known your grandfather for a few years, I really want to be with him, but he is not used to me, I..."

"It's not that he doesn't like you," Zhou said in a low voice, "Maybe it's because you haven't found a way to get along."

Zhou Quan turned his head to look at him, forced the corners of his mouth to curl up, his expression extremely bitter: "Thank you, son."

Zhou said that the tip of his nose was so sore that he turned his head away, barely holding back his tears.

Night fell irrevocably.

Xie Cheng cleaned up the kitchen and went out to the yard. The door diagonally opposite was still locked, and it was pitch black inside.

He knew that Zhou Tao must have gone to the billiard room in the afternoon, but he should be back by now. After thinking about it, he went back to the room and sent a text message on his mobile phone.

After waiting for half an hour, there was no reply to the text messages. Xie Cheng wanted to make a call, but felt that he was making a fuss, and it seemed that it was not a big deal to come back late.

I was struggling with myself, when there was a heavy door opening sound outside.

He went out in three steps at a time, and by the light from the porch at the entrance of the courtyard, he saw Aunt Lan came back alone, and was about to enter the courtyard.

"Aunt Lan!" Xie Cheng stepped forward to meet her.

Aunt Lan turned her head: "Xiao Cheng."

"Aunt Lan, where Zhou lectured?" Xie Cheng asked, and immediately added after asking, "He said that the last big physics problem was not solved, and I came to give him a lecture."

Aunt Lan's expression was serious: "Yu'er followed his father back to Xirong in the afternoon, saying that grandpa is not well."

Xie Cheng's heart tightened, and he quickly asked: "How is the situation now? Is it serious? Are you in the hospital? Then you go there?"

"I don't know the specifics, but his dad came to pick him up temporarily..." Aunt Lan kept talking in a softer voice, and finally added, "It's hard for me to get there."

The words were a bit vague, but Xie Cheng actually understood what Aunt Lan meant, he looked down at his hand: "Will I disturb him if I call him?"

"His cell phone seems to be out of battery, and he didn't get through when he called in the afternoon." Aunt Lan patted the back of his head, "Don't worry, my sister is watching if there is nothing wrong."

Xie Cheng tightened his fingers: "Aunt Lan, can you tell me if you have any news? I'm worried too."

Aunt Lan smiled: "Okay, go back to sleep."

Xie Cheng nodded, turned and walked home.

Halfway through the walk, he heard Aunt Lan's soft closing of the door. He stopped, took a breath, and after thinking about it, he took out his mobile phone and dialed Zhou Jiangyu's number.

After half a minute, he hung up the phone.

After standing quietly at the door for a while, Xie Cheng entered the room.

After absent-mindedly washing up, he went upstairs. He was lying on the bed, holding his mobile phone and wanted to send a text message to Zhou Jiangyu, hoping that he would see it as soon as he turned on the phone.

For the next hour, he typed and deleted, deleted and typed.

In the end, nothing was said.

While Xie Cheng was talking to Aunt Lan, Zhou Jiangyu and Zhou Guyan finally arrived at the door of the emergency room.

Pass through the long corridor and run to the end.

The moment he saw the red light on the door, Zhou Shuoyu's mind shook suddenly, as if he had stepped on the edge of an abyss, and his head felt dizzy intermittently.

He clearly realized that he was about to pass out.

This reaction is exaggerated.he thought.

But the feeling of dizziness was so strong that even the whole figure shook, spinning around.

Zhou Quan had already rushed to the door of the operating room, Zhou Daoyu was still standing three meters away, Zhao Xinhui thought he was too sad to stay still, and hurried towards him.

"Son." Zhao Xinhui shouted.

Zhou Daoyu looked at Zhao Xinhui's face in front of him, and finally couldn't hold on any longer. He supported himself by a ray of clarity, and slowly squatted down.

"Son," Zhao Xinhui squatted down after him, stroking his back, and said distressedly, "Don't worry, don't worry, you're still saving, and there's hope if you're still saving."

"Mom." Zhou Daoyu called softly, "I'm dizzy."

Zhao Xinhui was taken aback for a moment, and then realized that his face was pale, and hurriedly shouted: "Zhou Quan! Doctor! Doctor!"

There is an attending doctor in this hospital who is a former student of Zhou Guyan. He has been busy all day for his teacher. Just now he went to deal with the matter in hand. When he returned, he heard shouts as soon as he got out of the elevator, and hurried forward. .

"Doctor Zheng, Doctor Zheng! Help me look at my son!" Zhao Xinhui shouted.

"Doctor Zheng!" Zhou Quan finally realized that something was wrong with Zhou Yu.

After the sound of footsteps, a person squatted down beside him, and Zhou Daoyu smelled a smell of disinfectant, which seemed to be from a white coat.

After someone looked at his face and hands, he heard a gentle and thick voice saying, "Xiao Fei, make some thick sugar water!"

The tone of this person's speech is a bit similar to Zhou Gu'an, Zhou Shuoyu thought vaguely, it really seems that when he gets old, will he be exactly the same as Zhou Gu'an?

"Doctor Zheng!" Zhou Quan asked, "What's the matter with my son?"

Dr. Zheng: "Did he not eat much today? Don't be nervous. It's just a mild shock caused by hypoglycemia. It's not serious. Just drink some concentrated sugar water."

After speaking, the nurse named Xiao Fei brought thick sugar water, and Dr. Zheng lifted Zhou Shuyu's jaw, ready to feed him the sugar water.

Zhou Daoyu struggled and shook his head, grabbed the porcelain teapot himself, and drank it all in small sips.

After waiting quietly for a while, Dr. Zheng asked, "How is it? Help you lie down for a while."

"No," Zhou said, "it's all right, I'm not dizzy anymore."

He raised his eyes and saw that Dr. Zheng had a serious face, but upon hearing this, he raised his hand and touched the top of his head lightly. This behavior did not look like a doctor, but rather like his father and teacher.

Standing up supported by Zhao Xinhui and Zhou Quan, Zhou Shuoyu asked, "How is grandpa?"

In response to his sound, the red light on the top of the emergency room suddenly went out.

Zhou Dao's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately held his breath.

☆, goodbye

Funeral homes are bustling.

Zhou Jiangyu discovered this while sitting in the corner of the farewell hall.

On the third day after Zhou Gu'an was declared dead, a simple but extremely formal funeral was held at the foot of Tashan Mountain near Xirong City.

There was sobbing in the hall, and on the stage was a doctor who Zhou Guyan had brought to deliver a eulogy. The man was over fifty years old, and he choked up when he talked about emotion, which made people with sensitive hearts cry even louder.

Zhou Yu was quite surprised, Zhou Gu'an was usually so indifferent to people, he must have kept a stern face and stern to the end when leading the students, but he didn't expect that after his death, there would still be a room full of people to see him off.

Outside the long pavilion, beside the ancient road, there is no fragrant grass, and the fragrant grass does not reach the sky.

Because it is winter now.

The wreath covered Zhou Shuoyu's corner, like a barrier between him and the outside world.

He leaned his back against the wall and folded his hands around his knees. This was a gesture that showed fragility, but that fragility was diluted by the blankness of his face, melted by his sharp eyebrows and eyes, so it was almost nothing.

On the contrary, it appears casual and unruly.

After a while, someone gently pulled him: "Son, you are the only grandson of grandpa, you have to speak on stage."

Zhou Yu shook his head.

Behind Zhou Quan, Zhao Xinhui came up with red eyes, knelt down and touched Zhou Taoyu's head: "Honey, go say goodbye to grandpa, okay?"

Zhou Yu still shook his head.

Both of them had nothing to do with him, and Zhou Quan was about to hold his hand, when a gentle voice suddenly broke in: "If he wants to say it, let it go."

Next to him, Zhou Quan chatted with Zhao Xinhui, and hurried to the hall to prepare for the next step of the ceremony, that's all.

Then the man squatted in front of Zhou Talku and shouted, "Less than."

Zhou Shuoyu didn't look up, he recognized the voice: "Doctor Zheng."

"Just call me Uncle Zheng." Dr. Zheng turned around and sat down beside him with his elbows on his knees, leaning against the wall. He was not as particular as the doctor Zhou Shuoyu imagined. I'm talking about you."

Zhou Shuoyu turned his head in surprise.

Dr. Zheng pushed his glasses: "Usually he doesn't like to socialize. I handle a lot of things. I follow him in my master's and doctoral studies. He is like my father. He trusts me more. In fact, I often go to your house, but you are at home He didn't let me pass when I was there, maybe because he was afraid that you would be uncomfortable."

Zhou Daoyu stared blankly at him in a daze.

Dr. Zheng smiled, and said again: "He told me once that it took several years before he could speak, and he took you to spend a year at home with great difficulty, but in the end it didn't go well. That's too much, you've said three sentences in one day."

"That was the first year you spent with him. He didn't let you live happily, and he regretted it all the time." He smiled slyly, "I guessed the sentence of regret, don't tell me he."

Dr. Zheng's voice was very calm, but Zhou Shuoyu felt that every word was a sharp arrow with barbs on the arrowheads, all piercing the soft flesh.

The long-awaited tears rushed straight to his forehead, stabbing him so that he couldn't see clearly what was in front of him.

"It doesn't matter less than that. Life and death are inevitable in life. I'm not saying that there is no need to be sad. Our hearts are made of flesh. It's normal that we can't accept it now. After this period, it will be fine." Dr. Zheng said on his knee He patted on, "Teacher's heart has always been bad. He himself expected this day. You have given him a lot of happiness in the past two years."

"Uncle Zheng." Zhou Daoyu called out vaguely.

It was fine if he didn't speak before, but when he opened his mouth, the corners of his mouth pulled down uncontrollably. He rubbed his nose, lowered his head hastily, and buried his face in the crook of his arms.

Dr. Zheng didn't speak any more, just raised his hand and patted the back of his neck.

Perhaps it was because he cried a lot that day, and Zhou Daoyu finally got rid of his dyspnea the next day.

It was a sunny day in the morning, and he walked at the front of the funeral procession with his photos in his arms.When the sun rises, it looks like a red balloon, as if poked with a needle, it will bounce off quickly.

It's completely different from what I saw in Luohua, where she was radiant when she first rose.

After the burial was over, the funeral finally came to an end, the mourners left one after another, and finally there were only three members of the family left.

Zhou Daoyu kowtowed in front of the tombstone, and when he stood up, he saw a flock of pigeons flying by.

Zhou Guyan on the tombstone has a serious expression, but his brows are gentle.

Goodbye, grandpa.

Zhou said silently in his heart.

Back to the city from the cemetery, the three of them kept silent, and when they were about to arrive at Zhou Quan's place, Zhao Xinhui broke the silence: "Son, can you live with your mother today?"

"You have a child at home, so it's inconvenient." Zhou Quan said.

Zhao Xinhui immediately became angry: "You..."

"Don't make noise." Zhou Jiangyu said.

The two of them shut up immediately, Zhou Yu said, "My schoolbag is still with my dad."

Zhou Quan glanced at Zhao Xinhui, then drove to the intersection ahead and stopped the car.

Zhao Xinhui shouted: "Son..."

"Son, what do you want to eat later?" Zhou Quan interrupted nonchalantly.

Zhao Xinhui gave him a bitter look, got out of the car with her bag in her hand, and slammed the door hard when it was closed.

The car continued to drive forward, Zhou Quan asked, "What do you want to eat?"

"I don't want to eat, I want to go back." Zhou Daoyu leaned on the seat and closed his eyes.

Zhou Quan sighed.

Back at Zhou Quan's house, Zhou Quan asked, "Go take a bath and change clothes first?"

Zhou Shuyu sat in the corner of the sofa: "You wash it first, and find me a charger."

Zhou Quan was helpless, but now everything was according to Zhou, so he had to put down his things, find him a universal charger first, and go into the bathroom to take a shower.

Zhou Shuoyu pulled out the battery to charge it up, sat quietly for a while, and suddenly he couldn't wait.

He knew that Xie Cheng would hear the news from Aunt Lan.

After calming down from the sadness, other emotions finally crowded into his chest, and he panicked, he was worried that he would be worried.

The landline was on the other side of the sofa. Zhou Yu was so tired that he was gritting his teeth and preparing to get up. When he turned around, he saw Zhou Quan's cell phone was on the coffee table.

There was a sound of water rushing in the bathroom, Zhou Taoyu picked up his phone and yelled into the bathroom: "Dad, let me use your phone."

Inside, Zhou Quan responded casually, and Zhou Shuoyu began to dial Xie Cheng's number, just after pressing two numbers, a text message came in suddenly.

The text message logo displayed in the middle of the screen, interrupting his process of pressing the keys.

Zhou Yu wanted to exit the interface, but Zhou Quan's mobile phone's confirmation button and return button were opposite to his own. He habitually pressed the right button, but when he pressed it, he opened the text message.

He froze for a full minute, then Zhou Quan came out of the bathroom in a panic and said, "Son, my mobile phone is broken, you use the landline!"

Zhou Daoyu glanced at him and shook his phone.

Zhou Quan smiled: "Finished?"

Zhou said Yu Ying, just looked at him expressionlessly, and after a long while, he slowly stood up.

Zhou Quan realized something was wrong, and hurried forward with a bath towel in one hand, Zhou Yu suddenly raised his hand and threw the phone towards the TV.

There was a bang, a crack appeared on the TV screen, and the phone fell to the floor with a slap.

Zhou Quan seemed to be frightened by him, and froze in place.

Zhou Daoyu's eyes were gloomy and cold, and finally he squeezed out a few words: "Why didn't you die?"

After he finished speaking, he picked up his schoolbag, stuffed the school uniform he had changed two days ago into it, pulled out the charger, shook off Zhou Quan's blocking hand, strode to the door and twisted the doorknob.

When he stepped out, he immediately fought back, and before Zhou Quan rushed up, he slammed the door hard.

There was a loud bang, and the dust fell from the door frame, fluttering, without any strength at all.

Wandering around the city aimlessly, Zhou Dao finally took out his coins and got on the bus.

He only charged the battery for a few minutes just now. He pressed the battery back into the phone, closed the back cover, and turned it on. He didn't even press the address book, and the phone turned off automatically.

After quietly looking at the blacked-out screen for a while, Zhou Daoyu put the phone back in his bag and looked out the window.

A girl next to him observed him for a long time, and when the car restarted, she asked with a smile, "Brother, are you a high school student or a college student? Did you play truant? Where did you go to play?"

Zhou Shuoyu looked down at her, and said for a while, "I didn't play truant, I went to bury someone."

The girl was taken aback, the bus just arrived at the stop, and Zhou Daoyu got off the bus.

I haven't been back to this community for several years, but the layout inside has not changed much. Zhou Jiangyu followed the path in his memory to the place where he used to live.

After waiting for a while after ringing the bell, the door opened.

Zhao Xinhui held a crying child in one hand, held the door with the other, and asked in surprise, "Son, why did you come here? Didn't you say that you are at your father's place today?"

Zhou Yu didn't enter the house, and when he heard the words, he glanced at the child: "Then I'm leaving."

"Don't, don't, come, come." Zhao Xinhui let him into the room.

This was the first time Zhou Shuoyu saw this half-sister, who was supposed to be three years old. The little girl was very cute, but her face was covered with tears and snot from crying.

Seeing Zhou Daoyu looking at her, the little girl stopped crying, opened her eyes wide, and looked at the tall stranger curiously.

Zhao Xinhui was a little embarrassed and said, "Are you hungry? My auntie went shopping, so Mom will cook a bowl of noodles for you first?"

"I'm hungry." Zhou said.

The little girl writhed in Zhao Xinhui's arms and said, "Mom, I want to eat noodles too."

"Okay, eat noodles." Zhao Xinhui coaxed.

The living room is very wide, and the middle half is enclosed. The floor is covered with thick foam boards, and various toys are placed inside.

Zhao Xinhui put the child into the pen, stood up and looked at Zhou Daoyu hesitantly.

"You go," Zhou said, "I'll watch her for you."

Zhao Xinhui nodded, said in a low voice, "Her name is Keke", and turned back into the kitchen.

Ke Ke was lying on the side of the foam-wrapped railing, still staring at Zhou Daoyu curiously.

Zhou Shuoyu plugged the Universal Charger into the socket by the door, stood there watching the little guy for a while, and then squatted down in front of her.

The two brothers and sisters looked at each other, and after a while Ke Ke grabbed a toy and bit it into his mouth, and the saliva flowed down his chin.

Zhou Yu suddenly felt that she was a bit funny, and pulled a tissue to wipe her face: "Why do you still drool when you are over three years old? Call me brother."

"Brother." Coco shouted crisply.

After a while, Keke lost interest in Zhou Yu, took two steps back, but accidentally stepped on a dinosaur toy, shook her body, became unsteady, and fell to the side.

Actually, the fall didn't hurt, but the next second she burst into tears.

Zhou Daoyu was shocked by the crying, and hurried to pull her.

Zhao Xinhui came out of the kitchen when she heard the sound, and saw Ke Ke half lying on the ground crying, Zhou Daoyu was holding her arm.

"Zhou Shuoyu!" Zhao Xinhui yelled, "Don't drag her like that!"

She ran over in a hurry, stepped over the fence and took Keke into her arms. Before Zhou Daoyu could speak, the door was opened.

Zhou Shuoyu turned his head and saw a young man standing at the door.

The man didn't say hello when he saw Zhou Shuoyu, he just strode over and asked, "Why is Keke crying? Come and hug him."

Zhou Taoyu straightened his waist.

Zhao Xinhui was a little anxious, and whispered to the man, "Go out first, and come back tomorrow."

"Why?" said the man.

Zhao Xinhui pinched his arm when she heard the words, and suppressed her voice: "Didn't I tell you..."

The man seemed to have realized something, and looked at Zhou Daoyu with a smile: "It's Yu, uncle doesn't live here, so I'm leaving now, you have a good chat with your mother."

Zhou Daoyu watched this scene with cold eyes, and couldn't help laughing, feeling that his life was worse than TV dramas.

"No need," he said.

He took two steps forward, lifted his schoolbag from the sofa, and turned his head to look at the room he lived in when he was a child. The door of the room was open, and it was full of sundries, and a baby carriage was particularly conspicuous.

Zhao Xinhui took two steps forward to stop him, and asked softly, "Honey, where are you going when it's getting dark? Uncle doesn't live here, he doesn't know you're coming today, he'll leave later."

"Yes, yes, yes." The man agreed.

Hearing this, Ke Ke cried again and said loudly, "Where is Dad going? Ke Ke is going too!"

Zhou Taoyu laughed out loud.

Zhao Xinhui was taken aback for a moment, but the hand on his forearm was still not loosened.

Zhou Shuo took a step back, pulled her hand away, and said word by word: "I'm not your baby, don't call me that, and don't go to Luohua to look for me in the future, don't go for the rest of your life, you and Zhou Don't even go."

After he finished speaking, he turned around, unplugged the charger again at the door, and went out.

"Son!" Zhao Xinhui chased into the corridor, "Baby!"

Zhou said that he had long legs, and he stepped down the steps in a few steps. He raised his head when he heard the voice, and the mother and son looked at each other across a whole flight of stairs.

After a long while, Zhou Shuyu said calmly, "You are too shameless. I used to want you to divorce quickly, but now I think you should be tied together for the rest of your life."

After a pause of two seconds, he said: "No one should try to get Grandpa's idea, I will kill whoever makes it."

Late at night, Xie Cheng was lying on the bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.

During the day, I heard Aunt Lan say that Grandpa Zhou would be buried today, and I don't know where Zhou Shuyu lives now and how he feels.

He has been pinching his cell phone for four days without a call or a text message.

After tossing and turning for most of the night, I finally felt a little dazed in the early morning, my fingers loosened unconsciously, the phone slipped and fell onto the pillow.

Xie Cheng woke up with a start, turned on the phone and took a look, it was already 01:30.

He closed his eyes and was trying to fall asleep again when his phone vibrated suddenly.

This time I dozed off and woke up completely.

The caller ID was an unfamiliar number, Xie Cheng picked it up right away, before he could say "Hello", he heard an extremely hoarse and extremely familiar voice from the other end.

"Xie Cheng, I'll be in Luohua soon." Zhou Jiangyu said.

Xie Cheng immediately lifted the quilt and reached out to grab the sweater.

☆, body temperature

He was almost at Luohua Town, and when he looked down, he could see the lights of the town not far away.

Zhou Shuoyu hung up the phone, returned the phone to the person in the driver's seat, and whispered, "Uncle Zheng, I'm sorry, I asked you to take me back in the middle of the night."

Dr. Zheng has no expression on his face, but his tone of voice reveals the kindness of an elder: "It's okay, you can call me for anything, anytime."

"Uncle Zheng, there is one thing." Zhou Shuoyu paused and said, "I may need a lawyer, no, no, not just a lawyer. I still have a year to come of age, and I may need someone to help me... "

Dr. Zheng knew clearly that it was difficult for him to speak and explain, so he stopped him: "Uncle understands."

Zhou Shuoyu looked sideways at the night outside the window, and it took him a long time to let out a breath, and asked again: "Will you go to my house tonight and rest overnight?"

"I just came down from the national highway and saw a hotel. I'm going to sleep there." Dr. Zheng stepped on the brakes, and the car stopped slowly. He turned to look at Zhou Daoyu, and smiled reassuringly, "Don't worry about me."

Zhou Shuoyu nodded, said "thank you" almost inaudibly, and when he turned his head, he saw the headlights illuminating the intersection of two roads, and there was a person standing between the lights and shadows.

That slender figure was all too familiar.

A heart suddenly settled.

"I'm leaving, Uncle Zheng," Zhou said.

Doctor Zheng nodded and watched him get out of the car. The moment the car door was about to close, he suddenly said softly, "Don't be afraid if you are smaller, you have to grow up."

The car door slammed softly, Zhou Daoyu was in a daze for a moment, he almost thought he heard Zhou Gu'an talking, he stood there for a while, the car turned around and walked back the way it came.

Xie Cheng went out over the wall and ran all the way. He saw the car when he arrived at the intersection. He glanced at the license plate. He stopped at the intersection and forced himself to catch his breath quickly.

Not long after, Zhou Yu got out of the car.

As the car drove away, Zhou Shuoyu turned around, and the eyes of both sides were drawn by an unknown force, and they were instantly glued together.

The two looked at each other across the road.

After standing still for half a minute, Zhou Shuoyu ran towards Xie Cheng, opened his arms when he was still one meter away, and threw himself forward to hug him.

Xie Cheng was thrown back and staggered, his shoulders and neck were thrown back involuntarily, and his waist was bent forward along his arms, making an arc that fit his embrace before he could barely stop.

"Thank you." Zhou said in a low voice.

Xie Cheng was silent, wrapped his arms around his shoulders, and stroked his back heavily with the other.

Zhou Jiangyu shouted again: "Thank you."

Xie Cheng let out a long breath: "I'm here Zhou Yu."

He didn't ask about Xi Rong's condition, didn't ask why Zhou Daoyu came back in the middle of the night, and didn't ask who the person who sent him was. He just hugged him with all his strength, accepted him, and tried to let him know that his existence was important. real.

In the middle of the night in the late winter month, the breath turned into frost, and the intersection on the edge of Luohua Town was quiet and silent. Under the pale streetlights, the two teenagers leaned against each other, as if thousands of people in the world had disappeared.

After hugging quietly for a while, Xie Cheng suddenly found that his neck was wet.

The touch was warm at the beginning, and then it slipped into the collar of the sweater and became icy cold.

For a moment, he was so distressed that he couldn't open his mouth, so he could only try his best to hug Zhou Taoyu's neck, his side face pressed against his side face tightly, and the tears soaked the body temperature of the two of them.

Struggled for a second before the cold wind completely swept away the heat.

I don't know how long it took, Zhou Shuo pressed his eyes on his shoulder: "Let's go."

Xie Cheng agreed, and the distance between the two finally loosened, and the cold wind immediately took advantage of it, because the embrace was too long, and the chill that came over them was extremely unbearable.

Looking at each other, Xie Cheng raised his hand to touch Zhou Yu's face.

Zhou Daoyu pinched his fingers and kissed him, took advantage of the situation, and stuffed it into his coat pocket.

Clasping fingers and walking back to Xuanjia Lane, Zhou Yu was silent all the way, and Xie Cheng was also silent with him.It wasn't until standing at Aunt Lan's door that Xie Cheng asked in a low voice, "Did you bring the key?"

"I don't want to go back now, I'm afraid of scaring her." Zhou said in a low voice.

Xie Cheng: "Then go over the wall and go to my house, I don't have the key."

Zhou Daoyu forced a smile.

The two went around to the back of the house, climbed onto the flat roof above the winery, stepped on the low wall, and entered Xie Cheng's house.

"Take a bath?" Xie Cheng asked.

Zhou Shuoyu nodded, but stood behind the door without moving. He didn't seem to understand what Xie Cheng was saying, and just nodded habitually.

Seeing Xie Cheng's distraught look made Xie Cheng really uncomfortable, so he raised his head and kissed the corner of his lips, unloaded his schoolbag, turned back to find his pajamas, and then gently held his index finger and middle finger: "Let's go. "

Zhou Daoyu still didn't speak, just followed Xie Cheng down as if he was sleepwalking.

Went lightly to the bathroom, Xie Cheng went to find the toothbrush again, squeezed the toothpaste and handed it over, jokingly said: "Do you want me to brush your teeth? Or just open your mouth, don't wait when it's time."

Zhou Daoyu hooked the corners of his mouth, took the toothbrush and turned on the faucet.

Xie Cheng pawed his head and went outside to turn on the hot water valve.

When the water pipe was hot, Xie Cheng turned around and went in, and saw Zhou Daoyu standing in the middle of the bathroom, half of his black cotton jacket was taken off, but his movements froze for some reason, and he was just so dazed.

Black coat.

Xie Cheng let out a sigh of relief, feeling that his appearance might not be due to the death of Grandpa Zhou.

He locked the door, stepped forward, and helped Zhou Daoyu strip off his clothes.

When both of them were naked, Xie Cheng turned on the shower to adjust the temperature, and Zhou Daoyu came to his senses amidst the sound of rushing water. He asked as if waking up from a dream, "Do you want to take a shower too?"

"I don't wash it, I have washed it." Xie Cheng said calmly, "You have to wash it."

The steam from the hot water filled the air, covering the two figures. Zhou Daoyu was standing under the shower, and Xie Cheng raised his hand to wash his hair.

The slender ten fingers brushed back the wet hair on the forehead, exposing the smooth forehead.

Xie Cheng lowered Zhou Shuo's neck, kissed him on the forehead, and said in a low voice: "The hair has grown, I accompanied you to cut it on Sunday?"

Zhou said to Yu Ying: "Let's talk about it later."

We have been together for a long time, but this is the first time that two people have faced each other naked/naked in a real sense, but neither of them thought of going anywhere else.

The faint sadness is like a thin film, separating all passion/desire into helpless pity.

Even the sudden tacit kiss under the water column turned into a simple comfort.

Give me some of your sorrow.

Xie Cheng closed his eyes, hoping that Zhou Daoyu would bite him, but Zhou Daoyu was uncharacteristically reckless or enthusiastic, and was so gentle that he hardly resembled him.

After taking a shower and drying their hair, it was the darkest time before sunrise, and the two of them lay down together under the covers.

During the two hours before the alarm clock rang, Zhou Daoyu held Xie Cheng's waist all the time, so tight that it was difficult for Xie Cheng to breathe, as if he was afraid that he would suddenly disappear.