little uncle

Zhou Hongyuan was shocked. He naturally knew that he and Cheng Yu had completely different personalities and pursuits. He also knew that his pursuit of fame and fortune these years was not as good as Cheng Yusiwen's beauty. After Yu said it out of his mouth, he was in so much pain that he couldn't hold it back.He raised his face and looked straight at Cheng Yu, "What about you, uncle, do you regret adopting me back then?" Zhou Hongyuan's voice was as soft as cotton wool, making Cheng Yu's heart itch when he scratched it.

Cheng Yu glanced at him, there was no emotion in his voice, and he just said with a matter-of-fact attitude, "You despise me too much, and I have never regretted it." After a pause, Cheng Yu continued, " I don’t regret anything I’ve done.” Cheng Yu doesn’t regret attending his own brother’s funeral, doesn’t regret adopting Zhou Hongyuan after he left the building, doesn’t regret loving him, giving him everything, doing everything he can, even I don't regret giving up the insurance research for him, I have wasted ten years in the bank for nothing, I don't regret knowing all the truth and continue to care for this child who has no blood relationship with me without reservation... The choice is all made by myself. Wanting to be worthy of his conscience, what's more, from the beginning to the end, he never thought of asking Zhou Hongyuan to repay him.

Zhou Hongyuan scratched his hair in pain. He didn't expect Cheng Yu to be so honest and forthright now, and he didn't expect that after all his betrayal and cruelty, Cheng Yu didn't regret it.He suddenly grabbed the corner of Cheng Yu's clothes, feeling grateful and ashamed all over his heart, his voice trembling, "Is there really no possibility of redemption?"

A trace of disgust appeared on Cheng Yu's face. In his life, all his rare love and hatred were tied to this person. After finally living a peaceful and stable life, this person just disturbed his mood.

How long is ten years? Not only Zhou Hongyuan is thinking about this question, Cheng Yu is also thinking about it.In the past ten years, he paid off his mortgage, saved his savings, fell in love, broke up, fell in love again, and broke up again; he left the bank, took the postgraduate entrance examination, studied for a Ph. I went to the hospital twice and had an operation, but fortunately there was no major problem with my body.How long is ten years?It's been so long that he can't recognize Zhou Hongyuan's figure, and Zhou Hongyuan can't get used to the potato shreds he's used to making.How can there be so many shortcomings that can be repaired, how can so many broken mirrors be reunited, there are too many old plots in the storyteller's mouth, and the clichéd delusions in the novelist's pen.What's more, the friendship between him and Zhou Hongyuan, which has been diluted and diluted by ten years, is it worth saving one or two?

Seeing Cheng Yu's expression, Zhou Hongyuan's heart turned half cold in an instant. He stood up with his head down, and after a long time, he squeezed out a few words, "Uncle, even a chance of redemption is not enough!" Won't you give it to me? You really hate me so much..."

Cheng Yu just thought it was funny, "I don't hate you." After finishing speaking, he added in fear that Zhou Hongyuan would not believe it, "I hated you before, but I stopped hating you soon." Saying that anger is too shallow, saying that hatred is too heavy, and the best ending between them is only a stranger.

Zhou Hongyuan shook his head in pain, and he climbed into Cheng Yu's hand again, "Forgive me one last time, just one last time, okay, uncle, uncle..." His voice was hoarse and desperate, and he called Uncle Cheng Yu.In the past, Cheng Yu couldn't bear his appearance the most, as if the world was so big but he could only rely on himself, that "uncle" was like a huge hand, holding Cheng Yu's heart.He clenched his hand tightly, but didn't speak in the end.

Since moving into this three-bedroom apartment, Zhou Hongyuan has never slept in the study. After ten years, he can't even remember the structure inside.He touched the bulky desk and bookshelf, imagining the countless nights in the past, where Cheng Yu sat and read and studied.He sat in front of the table, and wanted to explore Cheng Yu's experiences over the years through some photos, but the table was bare, only two professional books with awkward names.Under the glass plate was a scientific research schedule, with Cheng Yu's scribbled handwriting on it.The drawer was locked, and he couldn't open it. Being bored, he had no choice but to pick up the two books again and flip through them twice. The inside was full of sketches and notes, and even the pages seemed to have been turned thin.

Zhou Hongyuan couldn't understand those cumbersome and complicated formulas and derivations. He stroked the handwriting inside repeatedly, thinking in his heart that Cheng Yu is indeed a person who is very suitable for scientific research. Really happy for Cheng Yu.

That night, Zhou Hongyuan lay in the study, smelling the smell of washing powder and the smell of books and ink in the room, and couldn't sleep all night.

The next day, although Zhou Hongyuan's fever subsided, he was still weak.Cheng Yu didn't want to see him, and made each other feel embarrassed, so he left before he got up, and even left a message on the table, telling him to leave quickly.

Zhou Hongyuan carefully put the note Cheng Yu left him in his pocket, and couldn't help but smile wryly, his uncle is really avoiding him like a tiger now.

Although Zhou Hongyuan is now in an embarrassing situation in Wanqing, he still has some routine work to do, not to mention there is a regular meeting on Monday, so it is not easy to ask for leave.Even if Cheng Yu didn't say anything, he would leave.After a night of thinking, Zhou Hongyuan felt that his ambition in Wanqing still had a turn for the better. Wang Shouguo had long been disgusted with those nepotisms. Remember the hard medicine, let the two parties completely separate; secondly, he is the one who really considers Wanqing's development. Therefore, the more Zhou Hongyuan was suppressed at this time, the more he had to express his position clearly so that Wang Shouguo could see his sincerity.

Although Zhou Hongyuan was reluctant to part with Cheng Yu, he couldn't abandon his career and let his painstaking efforts collapse in the middle of the road.What's more, freezing three feet doesn't happen in a day, even if he asks for leave and stays at home for three days, five days, ten days and half a month, Cheng Yu probably won't forgive himself for a while.He knew in his heart that there was no rush for this matter.

Zhou Hongyuan opened the refrigerator and ate a piece of bread.Cheng Yu has a rather old-fashioned personality, and the furnishings in his home are not much different from those in the past. Zhou Hongyuan even found the familiar piggy bank next to the TV cabinet, and the faded yellow pillow on the sofa.

Zhou Hongyuan explored this home, scouting every square, feeling every smell.After several searches, he found no trace of other people's living here, but he was still worried. Standing in front of his bedroom, he turned the doorknob, only to find that the door had been locked.His heart tightened, a gurgle of bitter water was like boiled Chinese medicine, bubbling and overflowing.I'm afraid this room belongs to someone else now, right?He knew that all of this was his own fault, and he had no choice but to accept it.

Zhou Hongyuan wiped his face.He had no hope for this expired relationship, and the only thing he couldn't let go of was that Cheng Yu would forgive him one day.And he only wished that he could always look at Cheng Yu's back and savor this love that belonged to him alone.

Zhou Hongyuan sat from morning to evening, and did not wait for Cheng Yu to come home.He picked out another cabbage from the refrigerator, took a few broccoli, and made a vinegared cabbage and a stir-fried broccoli for Cheng Yu.Zhou Hongyuan has not cooked for a long time, and his cooking skills are very unfamiliar. His clothes and hands were all splashed with oil, and he almost burned the broccoli. In the end, he served two dishes. The above is passable.

Zhou Hongyuan waited in front of the table, from five o'clock to six o'clock, and from six o'clock to eight o'clock, the time passed by, he sighed weakly, and left a note to write down his phone number and address.

On the way to J City, Zhou Hongyuan only wanted to go faster, faster, and he didn't notice it when he was speeding, but on the way to leave, he wanted to go slower, slower, as if driving slower would bring him closer to Cheng Yu A little, a little closer to his moonlight and redemption.

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