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Xie Baijing called Ke Jiang back in the middle of the night.He seemed to be outside, the wind was howling, and he could vaguely hear the noise of cars coming and going.

His voice was a little tired: "Mr. Ke, what's the matter?"

"I'm still in Japan." Ke Jiang said something out of nowhere, but there was no response for a while, and he asked again, "Have you gone home? When will you come to the company?"

Xie Baijing replied flatly: "It's past the seventh day."

Ke Jiang snorted: "Then you have to come out in the third year of junior high school. It's Lu's birthday that day. I'll take you around and decide on his new play."

Xie Baijing hummed in a deep voice, neither flattering nor thanking.There was silence for a few seconds, then hung up the phone.

Ke Jiang opened his hands and saw that he looked like a kid, his palms were sweating while holding the mobile phone, and he didn't know why he was so useless.Since that night's failed attempt, he seldom contacted Xie Baijing, counting seriously, he never saw him face to face.He is a sequelae since he was a child, and he will automatically behave for a while after doing something wrong.I wanted to rely on time to ease the relationship between the two, maybe I wouldn't miss it anymore, but I missed it more and more day by day.Those who haven't tasted the smell are good after all. Anyway, Xie Baijing's appearance of pursing his lips, frowning, and patience without losing his temper appeared in his mind every now and then. Quite tempting.This kind of "greedy" is no longer like the greedy desire to conquer a prey, but a serious desire to try to talk about a real relationship.

Ke Jiang lamented, how did he fall on top of him, the little prodigal son in love.

He played with Zhang Yuntian and his little girlfriend in Japan for nearly half a month, trying to forcibly forget all the big and small things, being lazy in the hot spring, and thinking of going back to China to accept large and small entertainment at home and outside, he had some headaches.But the old man is still there, so he can't spend years without being with the old man, so he has to bite the bullet and go back to the country, not thinking about that kid Xie Baijing for the time being.

Xie Baijing's family celebrates the New Year very simply.

Xie's mother doesn't do housework all the year round, she only cares about her own happiness, even Xie Baijing comes back to buy the new year's goods alone.On the morning of New Year's Eve, he went to buy some vegetables and put them home to freeze, and then went to the nursing home to take his grandmother home for the New Year.Grandma used to be paranoid and eccentric, and her relationship with Xie's mother was not very good. The year before last, Xie Baijing got Alzheimer's, and Xie Baijing went to college and had no one to take care of her. Xie's mother directly sent the old man to a nursing home without telling him.That time Xie Baijing had a big fight with his mother, the mother and son almost broke their faces, and they didn't go home during the summer vacation.

Grandma Xie always likes to talk nonsense and is very dishonest. Sitting in a wheelchair and carried upstairs by Xie Baijing, she is covered in sweat in the winter.Except for the New Year's Eve when Xie's mother was at home, she went out at other times, which was exactly what Xie Baijing wanted. As long as his mother stayed with him for more than half an hour, the mother and son would definitely quarrel.He would rather sit opposite the old man in a quiet old house and listen to his grandmother babbling nonsense.It's a pity that there was no cleanliness on the second day of the Lunar New Year, and another woman slammed the door, cursing and saying that she was here to settle accounts with his mother, and her language was extremely unpleasant.

"My mother is out," Xie Baijing said with a blank expression, "you should find another place."

The woman was nearly fifty years old, and she was a bit burly and fat. She was not convinced after hearing this, and insisted on entering the door to find out carefully.Besides, if his mother is gone and he is still there, the mother's debt must be paid, at least there will be a fight.

Xie Baijing pushed her back two steps with one hand, and slammed the anti-theft door shut with the other. Through the gap of the anti-theft iron door, the woman cursed loudly.

"Go to whomever you have grudge against," Xie Baijing snapped, "Get lost."

He was tall and strong, and his hand that was tightly gripping the doorknob was covered with veins.Clearly handsome and gentle, young, but seems to be proficient in the bullying and fearing nature of ordinary people in the market, and has no fear of being ruthless.With his cold face and cold voice, it is estimated that only Ke Jiang felt his heart pounding when he saw it. The middle-aged woman was shocked when she saw it, and her body trembled. Even if she was not convinced, she could only mumble Mumbling and walking away with swear words.

His grandma was woken up, yelled for a long time, and she sat up, trying to get off the ground by herself, but was carried back to the bed by Xie Baijing.

When the old man first got sick, no one noticed it. They only thought that his memory would get worse when he was old, and it was normal to be confused.In addition, Grandma Xie has always had a bad temper, and making noise is common.After that, the condition became more serious. When I went to the hospital for a diagnosis, I started talking nonsense, my mood fluctuated easily, and I always went out alone without anyone noticing.He got lost several times, but Xie Baijing only found him with a flashlight all night.And even though she is so confused that she can't remember things or people, in Xie Baijing's eyes, she is still the old man who was fierce and occasionally kind to him when she was a child.His mother was always absent in education, and his grandmother had to take on the role of raising him. Even if he was not willing, it was Xie Baijing's occasional warmth in his life.

Xie Baijing sat in front of her, looking at her steadily.His eyes were rarely peaceful, showing a demeanor suitable for his age.No matter how hostile he is outside, he doesn't want to show it in front of his grandmother again.

He said in a low voice, "I'm going out tomorrow, and I'll take you back to the nursing home this afternoon."

Grandma opened her mouth, looked at him for a while, shed a few drops of saliva, showed a vigilant look, and said slowly in dialect: "Who is Nong?"

Xie Baijing's shoulders slowly relaxed tiredly, and he lowered his head and rubbed the center of his brows slowly.

In the afternoon, Xie Baijing went to buy piles and piles of old clothes, which could be worn until early summer.He called a car and sent the clothes and the old lady to the nursing home.During the Chinese New Year, most of the nursing staff are on vacation. Except for the orphans and widows, most of the elderly are also taken home by their children for the New Year. The nursing home seems a little deserted.Old people who are truly filial to their children and have good family conditions will not come here.According to the local old people, this place is a place where you will die if you enter.However, Xie Baijing is still a student after all, so he can only afford the price here.Xie Baijing sent the old lady to the room, and then gave red envelopes to the dean and the nurse respectively, and chatted about her usual situation for a while.Grandma started to make trouble again, struggling to get out.Xie Baijing couldn't help it, so he went back to his room to comfort her until he fell asleep before leaving.

He was really tired.From childhood to adulthood, he has to face countless messes caused by his mother and his mother every day. His grandmother's health is getting worse day by day, meaningless quarrels at home, and more and more money holes.At home, he seemed to be stuck in a quagmire, with mountains above his head and no way out under his feet.The safe haven in the hearts of ordinary people is more like a hidden sore that has accumulated for a long time in his eyes. He has become accustomed to its pain and cannot ignore it.

Xie Baijing stood at the bus station waiting for the bus to arrive, and received a call from Ke Jiang.

Ke Jiang's voice was a little relaxed: "Xiao Xie, where are you? Are you at home?"

Xie Baijing had no intention of explaining anything else to him, and prevaricated: "I'm at home."

"Wait," Ke Jiang's cheeks showed a shallow dimple, and he glanced out the car window, "I'm about to get off the highway. Where is your home?"

Xie Baijing's brows twitched, and his temples ached.

Ke Jiang was sitting on the sofa in the hotel, wearing a sweater and jeans, his posture was very relaxed, and he said in a high-sounding way: "I'll check on your condition, otherwise what if you make a fool of yourself tomorrow?" He gave another look at Xiao Li who was standing beside him, "Xiao Li I brought a formal suit, you try it on first."

The assistant Xiao Li rolled out a suitcase with a normal expression, Xie Baijing took it silently, went to the second bedroom of the suite to change clothes and came back.

Ke Jiang raised his eyebrows.

This suit suits Xie Baijing very well.He has long arms and legs, broad shoulders and narrow waist, making him an excellent clothes rack.A good-quality dark suit, with a somewhat retro style, tightly wraps the young and powerful body, tall and straight, but also has a sense of abstinence and integrity, naturally extravagant.Ke Jiang pursed his lips and smiled: "Time is tight and there is no time to order, so the ready-made clothes I got directly... are pretty good-looking."

His "pretty pretty" tone was gentle and soft, which seemed a little intimate and ambiguous.Xie Baijing glanced at him indifferently, with warning in his eyes.

Ke Jiang: "Still angry?"

Xie Baijing frowned slightly: "If Mr. Ke remembers last time..."

Ke Jiang pretended to be stupid, tilted his head to look at him, innocently like a Samoyed trying to bury the evidence.

Xie Baijing sighed secretly in his heart, knowing that Ke Jiang was going to return to the old routine: pretending that nothing happened before, the years were peaceful, and then with a new face, he would warmly and sincerely be "again" good friend".

"Don't be angry, I've apologized too, children, don't be narrow-minded. Be good tomorrow." Ke Jiang said casually, "I called my aunt, my brother treats you to dinner tonight."

Xie Baijing paused, his voice was a little cold, and he repeated: "Called auntie?"

Ke Jiang shrugged: "Get together with your mother, we can't let your family think that we are a black company."

Xie Baijing's chest heaved a few times, he took out his mobile phone and made a call to his mother while walking out of the suite.