hello old man

Facts have proved that the school's self-reflection at home really has nothing to do with it.

At noon the next day, after Xie Meng had lunch, he called him as usual.

He said he was in the studio, and Xie Meng offered to go find him.

The studio is a bit far from his home, but it's not too remote. When he was not far from his destination, Xie Yan saw a milk tea shop nearby, so he got out of the car early.

To be honest, he really didn't know why young people like to drink such sweet things.

However, my boyfriend loves it all the time and can't let it go, so Xie Meng can only buy it for him.

Not far from the milk tea shop, there is a private elementary school, and the studio can only be reached by walking a little further there.

Xie Dan asked Uncle Han to go back first, and happened to walk over by himself.

When he arrived, it happened to be the peak time for children to leave school. Group after group of children came out together, and many parents stood outside, waiting.

Xie Yan didn't like to walk through the crowd, so he simply avoided it and walked back.

Because it is a school, the nearby traffic management is very strict, and the parking order is relatively good. Xie Yan walks on the side, but there is no problem.

However, among a bunch of children, he saw a fairly familiar figure.

The children carried all kinds of small schoolbags, and most of them wore red scarves around their necks, bouncing around as they walked.

It is such a dynamic picture, a child standing on the side of the road, still.

That boy is A Mao in the orphanage.

The last time Xie Dan went to the orphanage was in April, and it has been a long time since I saw him.This elementary school is a private school and the tuition is expensive.He once heard from the nurse in the orphanage that Ah Mao's parents died unexpectedly, and because there were no other relatives in the family, they were sent to the orphanage.

Now it looks like it might have been adopted.

Judging by what Ah Mao is currently wearing, he seems to be doing well.

In the orphanage, after all, only a small number of children can be adopted. Most of the children who were abandoned or whose families suffered misfortune grew up in the orphanage.

Like Xie Yan, who was thrown out since childhood, has a cold temper and doesn't like to talk, most of the parents who come here will be the first to deny this category, because they are afraid that they will not be familiar with it, and it will be useless even if they are raised.

I don't know if it's lucky or unfortunate to be adopted.

Xie Dan looked at the time and was about to leave directly, but he didn't want Ah Mao to turn his head and meet his eyes.

The moment he saw Xie Meng, the corner of his mouth moved obviously, as if to say something.

The bangs cast a large shadow on his forehead, followed by Ah Mao's eyelids. In the end, he just pressed the corner of his mouth and said nothing.

For some reason, even the red scarf on his chest was darker, different from the brightness of other children.

Xie Dan didn't seem to see it either, and walked away with the milk tea.

He thought that probably few people would like to recall more about the lonely and uncomfortable past, even if the other party is just a child.

However, when he was about to leave this school, Xie Tang turned his head around by mistake.

There are still many primary school students leaving the school one after another.

A black Land Rover parked on the side of the road arrogantly, causing many people to take a few steps around.

He stopped involuntarily, and his eyes stopped at the place in the hustle and bustle.

And the car stopped in front of Ah Mao.

Although it was far away, Xie Yan still saw the moment the car door opened.

Because of the summer heat, the school uniforms of the students are shorter than the trousers.

Ah Mao's legs were shaking, and he seemed to be trying to control the trembling of his body, but it turned out that he couldn't control it.

There seemed to be a man sitting on the co-pilot, but it was too far away, Xie Meng couldn't see clearly.

Ah Mao's hesitation was only at that moment, and he quickly got into the car.

Xie Yan suddenly had a very bad premonition in his heart.

After Ah Mao got into the car, the black Land Rover quickly left his sight.

Sitting behind the car, Ah Mao still felt that the temperature in the car was very low.

There were two men sitting in front, one was the driver, and the other, wearing a black suit, tapped on the window with his slender fingers one after another.

A little bit of fear gradually rose in Ah Mao's heart.

"Cold?" The man suddenly said, his voice was a little hoarse, and there was an easily detectable patience.

A Mao quickly shook his head, obviously the person in front of him didn't look back the whole time, and he didn't know how he found out...

When he was thinking, the man didn't know when he turned his head.

A warm coat was put on him, but even so, Ah Mao still felt that the body temperature was incompatible with him.

The whole body is still endlessly cold.

Sure enough, the man's hand didn't go back directly, but stayed under the coat, on his arm.

The man's slender fingers were white without a trace of blood.

Ah Mao probably realized what was going to happen next, and pursed her lips tightly.

He didn't know how to respond, so he could only choose to shut up.

The man's fingers twirled the flesh of his arm, and slid down a little bit according to the pulse on his hand. It was itchy but cold, so that Ah Mao didn't have any other feelings.

Ah Mao tried hard to control his breathing and body, he didn't dare to let himself tremble, because he didn't know what else the man in front of him would do.

Fortunately, the man just pinched his arm lightly in the end, then withdrew his hand, and returned to his casual sitting position again.

Just now, Ah Mao felt that he seemed to be alive again, and the feeling of suffocation finally disappeared.

He crawled out of hell himself.

When Xie Dan came to the studio, Ye Tang was painting vigorously, staring at the drawing board with full concentration, he didn't even know he was here.

Xie Tang didn't call him, there were benches on both sides, so he just sat on the edge, watching Ye Tang draw.

To be honest, like Father Xie who doesn't understand music, he also doesn't know anything about music.

But whenever Ye Tang painted, he would still take a serious look and answer "It looks good".

This time it is "good looking", next time it will be "very good", then next time it will be "great".

Ye Tang held different pens in his hands, scribbling on the paper, and holding the pen from time to time, looking left and right.

At this time, he finally found Xie Meng.

However, he just glanced back at Xie Meng, then pretended he didn't see anything, and continued to draw.

Although Xie Yan was ignored, he didn't have any bad feelings in his heart.

The way the two get along is pretty good.

Ye Tang turned his head, and finally couldn't help laughing.

He had just finished drafting the painting, so he simply changed everything.

Change the painting to Xie Yan.

It seemed that just that casual glance had already completely remembered him.

The short-term memory is not good enough. When you forget, just close your eyes, and his appearance will naturally reappear.

Ye Tang thought, the sketch he made last time was too rough.

When he was a child, he studied with a famous painter in the province. He was over fifty years old and had no children, but he lived very comfortably with his old class.

Ye Tang also remembered that the artist once said that since he was with his lover, every year in spring, summer, autumn and winter, he would draw different paintings for his lover.

Sometimes the changes in a year are small, and sometimes the changes in a year are great, but after so many years, they have persisted.

Ye Tang was a boy at that time, and he once asked him, would he not feel bored if he painted a person every year for so many years?What else can he say? He will definitely not be able to do it.

The painter said he didn't understand.

He said that painting is to record what one sees and thinks, whether it is beautiful or ugly, but it is all from his own heart and pen, and has its own meaning.

Ye Tang smiled and continued to draw.

He painted all afternoon, and Xie Yan sat beside him all afternoon.

There was no one else in the studio, Ye Tang got off his chair while he was painting, came over to have a sip of milk tea, and rubbed Xie Tang's face.

When he returned to the chair, the milk tea entered Xie Meng's throat for some reason.

Even so, Xie Yan didn't let Xie Yan see what he drew in the end.

Xie Dan only saw him smiling complacently, and carefully put away the painting.

The studio is on the third floor, and the two of them didn't take the elevator, so they decided to walk down.

When he reached the stairs, Ye Tang stopped in front of him and suddenly bowed down.

"Come on, I'll carry you."

He even stretched out his hand, ready to hold Xie Meng.

Xie Dan paused, finally smiled, and lay on his back.

The smiles of the two collided, and when Ye Tang stood up, he tilted his head and kissed Ye Tang's ear.

"Why?" Xie Yan asked.

"There are so many reasons." Ye Tang smiled, and lifted him up vigorously: "I just want to carry you behind my back."

Xie Tan didn't answer, and the hands on his shoulders became tighter.

"Hiss...you seem to be a little lighter." Ye Tang stood up with no difficulty while supporting his leg, and took two steps down.

Xie Meng didn't respond to him, but just looked ahead.

Speaking of which... this is the first time he has been carried on his back.

That's how it felt.

It was a vision he had never seen, and a sense of solidity he had never felt.

He has always carried others on his back, never thought that someone would carry himself on the back.

It can make him suddenly feel that the previous 30 years of wandering seem to be just for the stability of the moment.

Xie Meng buried his head on his back unconsciously.

When walking around the corner, Ye Tang was startled suddenly.

He vaguely felt that his back was a little wet.

Not sweat...but...

Ye Tang smiled, didn't expose this fact, just shook it intentionally, to make Xie Meng relax.

His weight is in the future.

The author has something to say: the second update has been achieved√

Thank you "9088" baby Lei, "A Wei" baby nutrient solution, and thank you all the baby who bought the genuine support~^_^

The feeling of covetousness... how should I put it, it is probably after going through the wind and frost, I thought that I would spend the rest of my life alone in winter, and then... I met Tangtang, and I had family affection, friendship, and dependence.

PS: I won't tell you that he really cried, eh.