Give Me a Kiss

[Moshen, you broadcast live last night!real!still!Fake!you have boyfriend? ? ]

——Lu Yaoyao.

[Brother, you finally still...]

——Flash.

[Yo heh, we are together in a proper way? ]

--time.

Because he admitted that he had a boyfriend during the live broadcast on the first night, Xie Wenxing received countless greetings on WeChat one after another the next day.Except for Time and Flash, the two who really knew the situation, he temporarily avoided the rest.

Not long after returning to Shanghai, I arrived at Xiaoman.A few days after Xiaoman, it will be Grandma Xie Wenxing's memorial day.

According to the usual practice, Xie Wenxing will go back to his home in the capital for a period of time these few days, and go to grandma's grave on the festival day, but this year is a little different.Finding an opportunity, Xie Wenxing mentioned the matter of grandma to Guan He. The latter thought about it and gave him an unexpected answer: "Shall we go together?"

"Are you going back to Beijing too?" Xie Wenxing was surprised: "But is it okay for you to work?"

"The less important ones can be taken over to deal with. I was on a business trip for a week a while ago, and I just wanted to take a vacation for myself. And..."

Guan He paused for a moment when he said this: "I abducted you, I should go see her too."

Xie Wenxing smiled. At first, he felt a little complicated because of this sentence.

Xie Wenxing's grandmother was an oil worker and was buried in the unit's cemetery, where candles are not allowed, so he brought a bouquet of white calla lilies.

On Monday, there were very few people in the cemetery.After placing flowers in front of grandma's grave, Xie Wenxing stood silently for a while, and Guan He also didn't speak beside him.

There are no photos in front of the tombstone, only the inscriptions on the monument record the information of the deceased.Xie Wenxing suddenly said: "My grandma chose my name. Before I was born, my parents quarreled every day, and they didn't have time to name me."

Li Bai has a poem, "The dangerous building is a hundred feet high, and the stars can be plucked by hand." Grandma once said that she hoped that he could be the one who plucks the stars.

It's no big deal if he can't get it, the important thing is that he grows up happily.

"Do you still remember the New Year's Eve when I was a freshman in high school? I called you that night, and my mother came back, and she wanted to take me to Shanghai."

Guan He hummed.

"In fact, I don't like her very much. When I was very young, my grandma took me to Shanghai to find my mother. At that time, there were already aunts and younger brothers in the family. My father's attention was on them. Grandma felt that I grew up with my biological mother. It is more appropriate to follow the stepmother."

"We lived in Shanghai for three days and made a lot of phone calls, but my mother never came to see me. After returning home, my grandma said that it was the same when she brought me up."

Guan He looked at Xie Wenxing's back. He was wearing a white short-sleeved shirt, tall and thin, with protruding and beautiful shoulder blades.

It was so thin that he felt a little distressed.

He actually complained that Xie Wenxing broke up with him.Intellectually, Guan He can understand how much the death of the old man has cast a shadow on Xie Wenxing, but it is difficult to fully empathize emotionally.

He is not a saint.

He cared so much about Xie Wenxing, and had planned their future countless times when they were young. If it wasn't for the grandmother who had been sleeping under the grave, he and Xie Wenxing would not have missed seven years in vain.

But Xie Wenxing, who was standing in front of his relative's grave, was as desolate as a little boy with nothing, and the last trace of dissatisfaction in Guan He's heart turned into a sigh.

"She is really important to me, but she may not always be right." The person with his back turned said to himself, Guan He knew that Xie Wenxing needed to vent now, and he planned to wait for Xie Wenxing to finish speaking before going to comfort her.

He didn't expect that Xie Wenxing's hand stretched out.

That hand scratched in the air, found Guan He's hand and held it tightly.

"She thinks it's wrong for me to be with you, but it's obviously right..."

Guan He clasped Xie Wenxing's fingers with his backhand.

Xie Wenxing's hands were shaking.

What was he thinking about?Are you scared?Confused?Or is it confession?

Unlike him, Xie Wenxing's heart is very soft, such a soft-hearted boy...

Xie Wenxing turned his head, Guan He resisted the urge to hug him, probably because his face was too ugly, Xie Wenxing suddenly laughed.

Xie Wenxing pulled him and pulled him to the same position as himself.

"Grandma, this is Guan He. You know him too. Look...we are holding hands."

"Actually, you don't have to worry about me that much. He's easy to talk to. He wasn't angry when I called him Xiaoniao before. He's just smarter, handsomer and better-born than others. You can't look down on him just because of these things. He."

"My little bird." Xie Wenxing turned his head and asked softly, "Aren't you happy today?"

Guan He couldn't bear it anymore, and stretched out his hand to hug him into his arms.

Since he returned to the capital on grandma's memorial day, Xie Wenxing should go home because of emotion and reason.

Hearing that he was going to come back, Lao Xie had already packed up the room for him.Even though he was mentally prepared, when he actually saw Guan He, Lao Xie still had a toothache on his face.

Dinner was eaten at home, no one was talking at the table, only the stepmother and Lao Xie were at home, and the meal was extremely silent.

After dinner, Lao Xie took the initiative to talk to Xie Wenxing. Xie Wenxing followed the former to the window sill, and he watched his father light a cigarette tremblingly.

Hyun He Men, fifteen packs of cigarettes, his father has been smoking this for so many years.

"Have you visited Mom?"

Xie Wenxing nodded: "I brought calla lilies for grandma."

"Okay, calla lily is very good, she likes this," Lao Xie took a deep puff of his cigarette, which he usually does when he feels irritable: "Your brother is in his senior year, I wonder if he can stay outside smoothly... Italy is expensive, you know..."

Xie Wenxing was already prepared, he waited for his father to speak out, but Lao Xie suddenly changed the subject: "The 60 I borrowed from you years ago, plus the 30 that was not long ago... I will pay you back together tomorrow, Some time ago, someone wanted to buy a house in the new district, and the price was not bad. After discussing with your aunt, I decided to sell it, and get rid of some for your brother, so I can pay back half of the money owed to you."

Xie Wenxing opened his eyes slightly, surprised.

Seeing him like this, Lao Xie felt remorseful and distressed for a moment: "Dad didn't mean to not pay you back, it's just that your younger brother really took a lot of money to learn those things—"

"I know."

"Uh..." Old Xie was a little embarrassed to be interrupted by him so bluntly: "Are you and him okay?"

"He bought the calla lily. He remembered the flower that grandma liked."

Lao Xie's expression loosened for a moment, and then he murmured: "He is careful...and he has heart for you, so that's good..."

He looked at Xie Wenxing with a complicated expression.He knew that he owed a lot to this son, but Xie Wenxing and his biological mother were so similar in appearance, sometimes looking at Xie Wenxing's face, he would think of that woman's hysterical, arrogant and tired appearance.

Xie Wenxing's mother was beautiful, and Xie Wenxing was even more outstanding than his mother.It is very troublesome for a boy to be too good looking. When he was a child, Xie Wenxing was chased by a senior girl to show his affection. When he was older, he would know how to provoke a little girl.Originally thought that sooner or later Xie Wenxing would have something to do because of the flood of peach blossoms, but he didn't expect that a man would be cheaper in the end.

"Is there anything else? I went in without me?" Xie Wenxing was not used to Lao Xie's sudden concern, he avoided the other party's sight.After hearing Lao Xie's dumbfounded promise, Xie Wenxing felt a stab in his heart. He said thank you in a low voice.

Back in his room, Xie Wenxing locked the door.

His room is not big, only a single bed and a desk.Guan He was waiting for him in the room, and when he saw him come in, Guan He said, "On the cuff of your school uniform..."

"Ok?"

His high school uniform had been hanging outside the closet. It was not surprising that Guan He could see it. Xie Wenxing suddenly remembered something. He walked over to fetch the clothes, and sure enough, he saw a name on the outside of the cuff of the school uniform.

[Guan He].

The handwriting is not very good-looking, and it is a little gray, obviously it has been written for some years.

"It was written after you left." Xie Wenxing was a little embarrassed, and he pulled the sleeve: "I don't remember how long it was, maybe it was a self-study night."

It should be in the third year of high school. Even studying art is stressful.After returning from the training camp, Xie Wenxing has already missed more than half of the courses, and when he frantically brushed the questions, he was often forced to have a splitting headache by reasoning.

At this time, he misses Guan He very much. He knows that these difficult problems that are like a bible to him can be easily solved in the hands of another person.After all, Guan He is so smart.

After thinking about it, he felt that there was something wrong with him, and in the constant entanglement, he might have carefully written his name on the cuff of his school uniform, just like writing down his beliefs.

"I know," Guan He said.Seeing that Xie Wenxing was still tugging on the sleeve of the school uniform, and even began to mutter why the words were so ugly, he felt a little helpless: "Take a closer look."

"Why didn't I pay attention..." Xie Wenxing paused, suddenly realized something, and turned his sleeves over.

On the inside of the sleeve, someone added a few new words with a pen. Unlike his handwriting, which is not very good-looking even if he writes seriously, this person's handwriting is sharp and clear, with iron and silver hooks, which looks like a cluster of blooming plants. .

[Want to kiss and thank Wenxing].

Connect the two sides of the sleeves together, which is a beautiful love story:

Guan He wanted to kiss and thank Wenxing.

Seeing Xie Wenxing suddenly clenched the cuffs of his school uniform, knowing that he had discovered the words he had left behind, Guan He walked over slowly, his eyes locked on the already somewhat at a loss.

"I want to kiss you."

He pinched Xie Wenxing's earlobe, and murmured softly:

"Give me a kiss?"