walk together

The past 50 years ago has been uncovered, Wu Xie also knows that he can no longer be bound by the past, no matter how many mistakes have been buried deep in the ground with the passing of the older generation, all he can do is try to forget the past, Don't make the same mistake again.

"Brother, where do you live?" Wu Xie stopped Zhang Qiling after he came out of the building outside the building. After all, the head of the Zhang family is too different. If he leaves this time, he doesn't know where to find him. According to the blind man. The ability to disappear without a mobile phone is first-class, and it is simply a professional accountant of disappearance.

"I don't know." Zhang Qiling just arrived in Hangzhou today, and rushed to the birthday banquet as soon as he got off the bus, and he hasn't found a hotel to stay in yet.

Wu Xie's eyes lit up when he heard that Zhang Qiling had no place to live. (Hey, what's wrong with this, I look forward to my little brother sleeping on the street and then you will show up to save the hero, uh, it's the hero to save the beauty)

"Then come live with me, my parents will welcome you very much."

As if afraid that Zhang Qiling would not be willing, Wu Xie pulled out a trick. (presumably)

"Besides, I promised to treat you to the buns made by my grandma. If a real man makes a promise, it will be hard to follow. If he says he wants to treat you to eat, he must never break his promise."

"Okay." In fact, Wu Xie was planning to go to Wu's house without mentioning Zhang Qiling. After all, if he wanted to abduct Wu Xie, it was very important to have a good relationship with his father-in-law and mother-in-law.

"Great." Wu Xie was so excited that she got carried away. Hey, why am I so happy? It must be because my little brother agreed to go home with me. The head of the Zhang family said how awesome he is, um, it must be because so.

The black blind man stood aside and looked at the pair of bi people (what the hell (òωó?)!!!), his face still had a naughty smile on his face, and the Xie family Xiao Jiuye was also watching in the front row, and Xie Yuchen's cell phone Said that as Nokia, I was about to break.

"Little third master, your house is very nice, with good taste."

"Of course, it was arranged by my grandparents, and they have lived here for the rest of their lives." Wu Xie is still very confident in her family.

Wu Xie's house has an extremely spacious yard, and there are enough rooms for a large family to live in. It can be regarded as a luxury house in Hangzhou, where every inch of land is expensive.

In the middle of the courtyard, there was a path paved with cobblestones that led directly to the hall. In the northwest corner, there was a camphor tree planted by Mr. Wu. Now the canopy of the tree is so large that it covers most of the courtyard. There is a deck chair under the tree. Fortunately, there are many potted plants in the southeast corner, most of which are orchids. They are slim and beautiful, and they are all Grandma Wu's favorites.There is even a swing in the yard. According to Wu’s mother, once Wu Xie couldn’t stop crying when he was a child, as long as he hugged the swing and shook it, he would stop crying immediately, like clockwork.

The interior decoration of the room is also simple and elegant, indeed has the demeanor of a generation of famous teachers.

"Brother, this is your room." Wu Xie took Zhang Qiling to the guest room closest to his room, "My room is next door, you are welcome to come to me if you need anything."

Zhang Qiling had no special requirements for the accommodation conditions, knowing that Wu Xie lived next door, he was more willing to accept it, and immediately put down his pitifully small luggage to signal that this room was occupied.

Hei Xiazi unceremoniously chose the room next to Xie Yuchen, and then ran to Xie Yuchen's provocation, and then there was nothing else, because Hei Xiazi did not leave the room for the next day, until the next day. Limping out, he continued to embark on the journey, still walking his way of death in his own way.

In the next few days, everyone will have a very happy time (fog). Well, although the dead blind man still has convulsions after he recovers from his injury, Wu Xie is still thriving with the company of Zhang's little brother.

In this way, Wu Xie took a group of people around to sketch every day to complete the summer homework assigned by the school, and sometimes stayed in the yard to draw portraits. It happened that everyone was a beautiful man with a different style, so resources should not be wasted.

"Brother, just in time, help me find a book I put here before."

This day, Zhang Qiling passed by the study and saw a furry head hiding behind the bookshelf and looking for something. Before he could react, the person had already entered the study, and then Wu Xie's voice stopped him.

"Ah."

After a while, Wu Xie's surprised voice sounded again.

"I found it, I found it." Then there was a bang~, and then~

"Oh, it hurts me to death. Why is this frame so hard? If I come here again, I will definitely have a concussion."

"..."

"Huh? Where's the book?"

For the first time in his life, Zhang Qiling felt a bit pained.

"I'll look for it." Wu Xiemao searched for the dropped book in every crack, "Ah, here, eh? What is this?"

Zhang Qiling waited for Wu Xie to crawl out from under the desk and pat the ashes off his body for him before turning his attention to the thing that made Wu Xie suspicious.

What looks like an old notebook is actually an old notebook.

"Oh, I remembered, isn't this my grandpa's baby note, no wonder I haven't been able to find it, it's hidden here."

Seeing Wu Xie's curious expression, Zhang Qiling moved his hands restlessly, and finally withdrew his hands after thinking of something.

Forget it, since grandpa hides it, he naturally doesn't want others to see it. Since this is grandpa's privacy, I still don't want to read it.

Just as Wu Xie was about to put the note back in its original place, a piece of yellowed letter paper fell out of the note.

From then on, Wu Xie always regretted that if he hadn't picked up the letter with a cheap hand and read the content without a contempt, would everything have been different.