It's all husband and wife

Sihao stood up and did not immediately follow Manager Wang, but turned to look for Du Jia.

When he found Du Jia, he was moving a cardboard box to the yard. Sihao reached out to pick up the cardboard box. Du Jia smiled, "Not much, just 10 catties of tea, not heavy."

Manager Wang stood in the middle of the courtyard and waited. When he saw the two people coming out, he quickly went up to meet him and took the box, "Thank you, Boss Du," and then greeted Sihao, "I'll wait for you outside."

When Manager Wang went out with the cardboard box in his arms, Sihao grabbed Du Jia's shoulder, "My mother is here."

Du Jia smiled, "Go quickly."

Sihao's lips moved, "Are you going to meet her with me?"

Du Jia lowered her head and thought for a while, "Next time."

"Alright." Sihao looked at Du Jia's drooping head, the soft hair was blown by the warm wind, which softened Sihao's heart, and he stretched out his hand to rub it, "Then I'll go see her myself, see her." Come back."

"You don't need to come back in a hurry, spend more time with your mother," Du Jia looked up, "You can come back tomorrow."

"Come back tomorrow?" Sihao smiled meaningfully, "That can't be done, I want to see the little skirt tonight."

Du Jia smiled lightly, "Okay, I'll show you when you come back. Wait, I've made something to eat, and you can bring it to your parents." After speaking, he returned to the house, and soon took out a delicate wooden There are two crystal clear glass bottles side by side in the box, one bottle of deep red and one bottle of golden coffee.

Sihao took it over and sniffed, "Are you making food for them again?"

"Don't be so moved." Du Jia pointed at the glass bottle, "I made it by myself."

"Every spring?" Sihao touched Du Jia's face.

"Well, next year can continue smoothly." Du Jia smiled.

The crimson bottle is candied rhododendrons, and the golden coffee bottle is fresh mushroom sauce.

The rhododendrons and fresh mushrooms are all picked by Du Jia himself on Fengshan Mountain. He only makes two copies every year, one for Sihao to send back to his parents, and one for Sihao to eat.

As if adhering to a certain ritual, the food made by oneself is the only existence in the world.

Every time this happens, Sihao feels guilty.

Although he was the one who ran after Du Jia, the onlookers thought Sihao was brave, and it was Du Jia who had been running away before.

Only Sihao knew that it was Du Jia who stretched out his hand to hold him first. He held him tightly and never thought of letting go.

At that time they were graduating from college, Sihao happily moved out from home, Du Jia had rented a house and was waiting for him.

The pots and pans are also bought, Du Jia is in charge of cooking, and Sihao is in charge of washing dishes.

The morning and dusk of summer are all bright and beautiful, the green sycamore leaves outside the window are rustling, and the fine sunlight shakes on them, and is shaken to the ground by them.They hugged and kissed by the window, the fragrance of the sun wafting from the corners of their lips.

Later, Du Jia chose to let go because Si's father and Si's mother found Du Jia behind Sihao's back and forced her to die, "Our family's Sihao is going to have children to inherit the family business. You want to kill our family? None. If you still bully him, we will die for you."

Du Jia has never met his parents. In his imagination, parents represent warmth, tolerance and acceptance. Maybe he was wrong this time.Sihao should stay with his parents, Sihao is different from him, and he doesn't want Sihao to be like him.

So he compromised with them.

It was a very ordinary day, the slippers by the bed were still stacked together, the kisses in the morning still had the familiar smell of mint toothpaste, the hugs of Du Jia were as gentle as yesterday...everything was as it should be. Yesterday, no flaws could be seen.

Going home in the afternoon, Sihao couldn't find Du Jia, only found half a piece of snow-white letter paper pressed on the desk, on which besides Sihao's name, there were five words "Let's break up".

Sihao didn't believe it, and frantically called Du Jia, "The number you dialed can't be connected, please try again later." The mechanical female voice came over and over again, and Sihao redialed over and over again. Knowing that I can't get through, it is a SIM card that has been drawn out and is no longer used.

Call if you can't get through, just in case...

A blue SIM card the size of a fingernail was held in Du Jia's palm. It was his and Sihao's couple number.

At that time, Du Jia was sitting by the window of the green leather train, motionless, like a sculpture.

Outside the window is the endless golden desert, and the occasional yellow-green bushes.

Tears flowed silently down his cheeks, and he didn't know he was crying.

Du Jia left Sihao, and went back to the depths of Fengshan Mountain alone, curled up in silence, and extinguished the raging fire of love time and time again.

He was thinking about his longing for Sihao, stabbed him again and again, gouging out Sihao's shadow that grew up all the time, he didn't know when he would stop the pain.

Not long after they separated, Du Jia lost a full 20 jins, like a dry bamboo with protruding joints, which would be broken and shattered by the wind, and fell to the ground.He felt as if he had become empty, empty like a bamboo.

Sihao was locked up at home by his father.He began to go on a hunger strike, refused to drink a drop of water, sat on the ground leaning on the legs of the table, did not speak or move, and only one eye remained alive.

Papa Si was furious, "I gave birth to you, and you found a f*cking ass seller, and you almost lost my face."

"You drove him away?" Sihao's eyelids moved, and his voice was hoarse like a rag, "It was your son who rushed to sell his ass to others, and they don't want it now. You are so old Still don't understand?"

"You..." Papa Si frowned and raised his hand, but was stopped by Mama Si.

"You bastard, starve yourself to death if you have the ability. I gave birth to you, so you have to f*ck listen to me." Papa Si threw his hand away fiercely, and slammed the door against the ground.