I have been following you

The atmosphere in the room became subtler.

When Ji Gaorui saw his son's guarded posture, he was afraid that he would steal something, and he was really a little dazed.

He looked at the two children lying on the bed again, one in front of the other, they were quite close to each other, the one in front was fine except for his blushing face.

The one behind was panting a bit, as if he was enduring something.

Ji Gaorui took a closer look, then bent down without saying a word, and put his fingers on the quilt.

The moment before Ji Gaorui lifted the quilt, Cui Yu sat up.

From pulling down the autumn clothes, moving forward, swinging, quickly separating from Ji Shao, and pulling the trousers, a series of actions happened between lightning and flint.

Buried in the bed with a bang.

Ji Shao's face twitched, and he received [-] points of damage.

Xiao Jiji was forcibly pulled out by that force, and he stood upright. He stared at his father resentfully, and then secretly pinched Cui Yu's waist, feeling as if his hair was being scratched, feeling uncomfortable.

In the future, when Cui Yu is around, the door must be locked.

If his father bumped into him and Cui Yuguang hugged and played together, he might be angry...

Ji Shao glanced left and right, and the long sword placed against the wall on the other side of the desk should strike him.

Thinking of the matter between him and Cui Yu, Ji Shao's face showed a heaviness that did not match his age.

He always thought that he would fall in love in college, once or several times, and marry a woman after work. He didn't think about it any further, and Cui Yu was his little brother.

Maybe being his best man on his wedding day, maybe going his separate ways after graduation and feeling estranged.

It was absolutely impossible for Ji Shao to expect that one day he would take a nap with his hair.

He was almost seen by his father.

Caressing little Ji Ji in the bed, Ji Shao stuffed it in, slowly got up leaning against the head of the bed, and scratched his scalp vigorously.

It is impossible for him to give up Cui Yu.

People are very strange creatures. Ji Shao likes Cui Yu, the kind of liking that cannot be controlled once it starts, as if he has touched a certain mechanism.

Aware of Ji Gaorui's gaze, Cui Yu casually hooked the sweater on the quilt and put it on his head, "Uncle, is it still snowing?"

Seeing that the two had already woken up, Ji Gaorui didn't urge him anymore, "It stopped last night."

His eyes were attracted by the sketchbook on the desk, and he picked it up and flipped through it.

The sketchbook is very clean, inside are some flowers and trees, mountains, rocks and rivers, the only character is his son.

There are not many paintings, just two, one is Ji Shao copying it in his pocket, leaning lazily against the wall, the other is Ji Shao drawing in front of the easel, frowning, with a serious expression.

Ji Gaorui narrowed his eyes behind the lens, he laughed and praised, "Xiao Cui, your painting is good, you have made great progress."

When he was in high school, he enrolled Xiao Shao in an art class, and within a few days, he saw Cui Yu in the studio.

At that time, Ji Gaorui was very surprised, especially after seeing the plaster painted by the other party.

He is a teacher, he knows talent best, and he has seen it a lot, but he was still shocked.

Cui Yu continued to put on his socks, and said calmly, "Draw it casually."

Ji Gaorui heard that this is not something that can be drawn casually. The charm is so realistic that it cannot be expressed without repeated observation.

This child is very talented, and he often stays with Xiao Shao, so it is inevitable that he is familiar with him.

Ji Shao said, "Dad, Mom called you."

Ji Gaorui put the sketchbook back when he heard the voice in the living room, "Here we come."

As soon as the person left, Ji Shao's face changed, he was dissatisfied with desire, "Isn't it impossible to talk?"

Cui Yu stopped putting on his pants, and looked at him strangely, "When did I say that?"

Ji Shao opened the corner of his mouth, "Then why are you scratching me?"

Cui Yu was speechless, "I told you to get up quickly."

Ji Shao, "..."

He lay back again, still upright.

"Won't you help me?"

Cui Yu glanced at it, then glanced at it again, he got out of bed, and walked towards the door of the room with a cotton mop.

Ji Shao was stunned, so he just left?He said unwillingly, "You really don't want to help me?"

Poor tone.

Cui Yu turned her head and gave him a blank look, "I'll lock the door."

Ji Shao was delighted when he heard it, "Daughter-in-law, come here quickly."

Cui Yu's body shook, and she turned around in disbelief, "What did you call me?"

Ji Shao raised his eyebrows, "Daughter-in-law."

He saw Cui Yu's expression was abnormal, "Don't like it?"

Cui Yu shook his head, he was very happy.

He was so happy that he didn't dare to show his inner feelings, for fear of scaring Ji Shao.

Seeing that Cui Yu was still standing there, Ji Shao couldn't wait to jump out of bed, locked the room in two or three steps, and carried Cui Yu back to bed.

I don't know if it was because of that claim, but Cui Yu's love came very quickly.

Ji Shao could hardly stand it, and his soul trembled.

When the two of them went out, more than half an hour later, Ji Gaorui was killing fish on the balcony, and the whole room smelled of fish.

Ji's mother, who was cleaning the table, put the rag away, went to the kitchen and brought out a bag, "Xiao Cui, your Uncle Ji bought this fish from the river in the morning. It just came out of the river. It's alive and well. Take it back, find a bucket to raise it, and it will surely survive."

Cui Yu looked down and saw that there were three crucian carp in the bag, not small in size.

"Auntie, this fish I..."

"Hold it." Mother Ji interrupted Cui Yu, "Auntie won't be happy if you don't take it."

With the bun stuffed in Ji Shao's mouth, his eyes signaled Cui Yu to take it home.

Cui Yu pursed his lips, he raised his eyes and smiled lightly, "Thank you, Auntie."

Then, Cui Yu shouted to the balcony again, "Thank you uncle."

Ji Gaorui held the kitchen knife and cut open the belly of the fish with the tip of the knife. He thought to himself, polite, good-natured, calm and introverted, so it goes without saying that he is tall, "Unfortunately, he is a boy."

Walking out of the corridor, Cui Yu stepped on the snow and crossed the road, turned into a small alley, and walked into a damp yard at a leisurely pace.

Loud coughing sounds came from one of the rooms, which made people feel like their scalps were numb and they felt like they were coughing up their lungs.

Cui Yu found a white plastic bucket in the courtyard, filled it half with water, and put all the crucian carp in it.

As soon as crucian carp encounters water, it becomes wanton.

"I'm home."

A voice sounded from behind, and Cui Yu hummed, "Aunt Ji gave the fish."

He turned his head and looked at the middle-aged woman with a gentle face in front of him.

Wang Youxiang looked at the plastic bucket, she sighed, "Aunt Ji and your family are very polite."

As she spoke, she sighed again.

"From now on in school, if Ji Shao encounters anything, you can help him if you can."

She said it too much.

Her son has been with Ji Shao since he was a child, if it wasn't for her son who was conceived in October, she would have thought it was Ji Shao's brother.

Wang Youxiang shook her head in her heart, closer than a brother.

Dear, she felt weird at first.

Instead of worrying about incomprehensible things, Wang Youxiang shoveled the snow with a shovel, "Go brush your teeth and wash your face. There is porridge in the pot. You can fill it yourself. You can eat as much as you want."

Cui Yu rubbed between his brows, "Okay."

The coughing in that room grew louder.

The door slammed open, and a tall, thin middle-aged man appeared at the door. He spit into the snow, "There is incense, have you boiled the water?"

After he finished speaking, he coughed again.

Wang Youxiang shoveled the snow swiftly, "It's burned."

"Dacheng, Gao Rui and the others gave crucian carp, remember to say something when you see him later."

Cui Dacheng was so coughing that he couldn't straighten his back, and it took him a long time to recover, "I know."

"Did Mom eat?"

Wang Youxiang put the shovel on the ground, "No, I won't eat it."

In the past two days, she suddenly stopped eating and drinking, and she just stuffed a bite or two of rotten biscuits into the other person's mouth.

Cui Dacheng frowned, and shouted to the main room, "Yuzi, make some biscuits and feed grandma!"

Cui Yu in the room rummaged through the cupboard, found a pair of clean boxers and put them on. He put the pair dirty by Ji Shao into the basin, poured some cold water, and scrubbed it with soap.

He doesn't care about the affairs of the human world. No matter who it is, he has always stood by and watched life, old age, sickness and death. Last night, he reminded Ji Shao intentionally or unintentionally that it was unprecedented for him to ask that question.

After a while, Cui Yu squeezed out his trousers and found a hanger to dry them.

He has long been used to the life of ordinary people, and when he goes back that day, I'm afraid he will feel nostalgic to some extent.

After staying in the room for a while, Cui Yu went out, "Mom, where are the biscuits?"

Wang Youxiang in the courtyard said, "On the tea table, look for it, it's in a red bag."

She worriedly said to Cui Dacheng who was coughing next to her, "Dacheng, go to the hospital, it's not a problem if you keep coughing like this."

"It's just a cold, it's not a big deal." Cui Dacheng said with a straight face, "It'll be fine in spring."

Cui Yu glanced lightly, some people seemed to be in poor health, suffering from serious illnesses and minor disasters frequently, and looked like they would not live long, but they could live longer than most people.

Cui Dacheng is that kind of person, and he still has work to do.

After soaking the biscuits, Cui Yu took the spoon and the bowl and walked into a room on the left.

The light in the room was dim, and there was a strange smell mixed with moisture.

It was the smell left after defecation. There was no wind, the doors and windows were closed all the time, and the air was not circulating. It was this kind of weather, and the smell couldn't go away at all.

Cui Yu opened the curtains, and the light came in, pulling half the corners of the room away from the darkness.

The old man on the bed was as thin as a stick, with thinning gray hair, sunken eye sockets on both sides, and a lifeless face covering his skinny and boned face. He lay there like a deflated balloon.

Cui Yu's eyes were half-closed, the old man's time was running out, probably because he knew he was going to die, so he didn't want to eat anymore, and wanted to leave quickly.

As everyone knows, the speed is determined by the good and evil of the previous life.

He went back to check and found that the old man's wife was punished on the thirteenth floor and had not entered the reincarnation. There were still more than ten years before the deadline for reincarnation.

Cui Yu said, "Grandma."

The old man still looked like that, didn't respond at all, and didn't open his eyes, as if he couldn't hear.

Cui Yu sat on the chair next to him, and he put the bowl on the cabinet.

The old man suddenly grabbed Cui Yu's hand.