What should I do if I see the blind date's son?

It's really not that he is narcissistic, Lu Zhizhuo looked at these photos, and really wanted to say, they are very beautiful.

Among them is a photo of the rising sun, the morning light pouring on him, covering him with a layer of golden light, and even his long and thick eyelashes were dyed golden, and what complements it is a fiery red maple leaf behind him, the early morning The breeze blew the broken hair on his forehead, and there was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

Lu Zhi raised his hand and touched the corner of his mouth. Did he smile at that time?

Lu Zhizhu changed his profile picture to this photo, and the news of He Jianwei came immediately.

He Jianwei: The profile picture is very nice. [Smile]

Lu Zhi: Is Uncle He praising me or himself?

He Jianwei: Of course there are all of them, and the Maxima still needs Bole to appreciate it, doesn't it?

"See micro, see micro."

He Jianwei looked up from the phone when he heard the sound, "What's wrong?"

"I didn't respond to you for a long time. When will you open? I'll call a few more people to cheer you on." Yang Xinghe asked.

He Jianwei put away his phone and said, "It's probably around the end of October. I haven't recruited any suitable people yet, and the tables and chairs haven't arrived yet. I still have to be busy."

"If you don't have enough manpower, you should have said earlier. I'll pay attention to you later." Yang Xinghe handed him a cigarette, and He Jianwei took it.

"Row."

Yang Xinghe was smoking a cigarette, and suddenly looked at He Jianwei, "I heard from Leo that you often go there recently?"

He Jianwei shook the ash in the ashtray with a cigarette between his slender fingers, and when he raised his chin, he just revealed his beautiful jawline.

"He still talks so much."

Yang Xinghe smiled, and said: "It seems to be true, don't you have a crush on that singing kid?"

"The family is still young."

He Jianwei felt that Yang Xinghe was talking nonsense, and he really felt that he was too young to use him.

"Don't talk nonsense to my mother."

Yang Xinghe's eyes widened, "No way, He Jianwei, how can you be so good at it? When I was young, I was very talented and good at singing and dancing. When I grew up, I played truant and fought, causing trouble. Now I have been quiet for a few years, and I am eyeing Weiwei again. grown up."

"I said that you and Yan Hongfei are not brothers, are you? You two can get together and have a cross talk."

He Jianwei really convinced these two people, they all reacted the same when they heard about it.

"I think everyone has to think this way. You are seventeen and you are 28. How can you be ashamed of an old cow eating young grass, let alone a minor." Yang Xinghe sat next to He Jianwei, and he wanted to have a long talk with him the meaning of.

He Jianwei took a puff of cigarette, then sprayed Yang Xinghe's face, "Don't worry about it, I finally fell in love with someone, you all come and pour cold water on me."

Speaking of which, it's true that He Jianwei hadn't talked to a single partner in the past 28 years. Everyone thought that he was about to prepare to escape into Buddhism, but he didn't expect that he would be astonishing once he was enlightened.

"Let's not talk about this for now, remember not to talk nonsense, take care of him more, and don't do anything, just keep an eye on him so that he won't be bullied." He Jianwei warned.

Yang Xinghe rubbed his goosebumps, "I haven't caught up with anyone yet, so I'm 24 filial piety. But haven't you seen that kid fight? His character can still suffer, I'm thankful that he doesn't bully others gone."

"Just talking nonsense, my kid is so good, how could he take the initiative to bully others."

Yang Xinghe looked at He Jianwei in distaste: "Hey - my kid, tsk tsk tsk."

"You've got it, put away your ugly face." He Jianwei and Yang Xinghe chatted a few more serious things before leaving Yang Xinghe's place.

Because the new store of "Beautiful Days" is busy opening, he doesn't have much time to chat with Lu Zhizhuo recently, let alone ask him out to play.

In this way, it was busy until November, and the weather gradually turned cooler.

After he finished his busy work, he went to live with his grandfather for a few days, talking and practicing calligraphy with the old man.

"The last time your dad came over and said that he was invited to participate in a calligraphy competition recently, he went to be a judge for others, and his calligraphy of dog crawling was also a judge for others, which misled people's children." Grandpa He said with a beard and staring eyes.

Sitting next to Grandpa He, He Jianwei smiled and said, "My dad is now the chairman of the Book Association. No matter how many people out there, they can't ask for his letter."

Grandpa He waved his hand indifferently, "His handwriting is still far behind, so he just fooled those arty laymen. It's you, what a pity..."

As soon as this matter was mentioned, it was Grandpa He's regret. He Jianwei's calligraphy was taught by his grandmother, and He Jianwei was very talented in this area when he was young. Grandpa He and Grandma thought that someone could finally inherit their calligraphy. He lost his mantle, but later He Jianwei reached the stage of rebellion, not to mention practicing calligraphy, if he didn't learn well all day long, he had to hire parents every few days.

"I'm restless, and it's not suitable for me to take this path." He Jianwei didn't think it was a pity. It's not bad to practice when he has nothing to do, but if he was asked to regard calligraphy as his lifelong pursuit, he wondered if he couldn't do it. .

Grandpa He sighed, "I'm tired, help me to sleep for a while."

He Jianwei carried Grandpa He to the bed, tucked him in the quilt, and then walked out of the room lightly.

In the afternoon, Grandpa He's attending doctor came to give Grandpa He a regular checkup as usual.

He Jianwei buttoned up Grandpa He's collar, turned to ask the doctor, "Doctor Fang, how is my grandfather's health?"

"Can you still eat something recently?"

He Jian nodded slightly, "Well, I just didn't eat much."

"Mr. He's physical condition is relatively stable, and the previous medicine can be changed."

He Jianwei covered Grandpa He with a blanket, and then walked aside to talk with Dr. Fang.

Dr. Fang pushed his glasses and said to He Jianwei: "Mr. He's illness is there. All we can do now is to stabilize him. Try to let him relax and don't think too much about it."

He Jianwei doesn't know how many times he has heard the doctor say this. His grandfather's body function is no longer good. This is not like other diseases that can be cured by changing organs. It is a natural birth, old age, sickness and death, and no one can help .

He Jianwei felt like he was thrown into an ice cave in the cold winter months, his hands and feet were cold.

After seeing off Doctor Fang, He Jianwei grabbed his hair and closed his eyes in pain.

If you want to say who has the widest heart in this family, it must be his grandfather himself. He has been mentally preparing for his grandfather to leave at any time. He has been preparing for it for a long time, but he still can't accept it. Someone covered his mouth and nose with a handkerchief, suffocating him so much that he couldn't breathe.

He Jianwei took a deep breath, opened the door and entered Grandpa He's room.

Grandpa He was lying on the bed with his eyes closed. For a moment, He Jianwei's feet were so soft that he almost couldn't stand up. He seemed to be stepping on cotton. Even he himself didn't know how he got to the bedside.

He reached out tremblingly and felt for Grandpa He's pulse.

Fortunately... still beating.

Suddenly He Jianwei felt a burst of warmth from his hand, his grandfather held his hand, he looked up, his grandfather was looking at him.

"Jianwei, grandpa is here."

He Jianwei's heart seemed to be kneaded and squeezed, his nose felt sore, and his eyes were hot.

He knelt by the bed and leaned his face on the back of Grandpa He's hand.

He Yiliang looked at his grandson, he was already 28 years old, he was a tall and handsome young man, but he still looked like a child in front of him.

He raised his hand and touched He Jianwei's head, "Grandpa also wants to see Xiaorou very much. It's been ten years, she's so lonely by herself."

He Jianwei grabbed his hand and shook his head.

He Yiliang's eyes were calm and wise, "Jian Wei, don't be afraid, someone will come when someone leaves, you will not be alone."

He Jian stayed at his grandfather's place for more than half a month, but it was Yang Xinghe who came and dragged him away.

"Didn't you just ignore your store when it opened?"

He Jianwei hasn't been sleeping well recently, and he has to get up several times a night to check on his grandfather's room several times, so his face is very ugly.

He Jian rubbed his hair slightly, "Isn't it normal operation?"

"Yesterday, a customer complained. The store manager couldn't get through to your phone, so he called me. If you don't want to call, you can transfer it to me." Yang Xinghe looked at He Jianwei with folded arms.

"Beautiful Days" was named after He Jianwei's grandparents, He Yiliang, Fu Jingrou, with such a meaning in the store, He Jianwei naturally couldn't easily change hands.

"I see, I'll go with you." He Jianwei went into his room to tidy up.

"I'll trouble you if I see you." Grandpa He said to Yang Xinghe.

He Jianwei probably didn't know that Yang Xinghe was actually called by Grandpa He.

"Grandpa He, I will take care of you when I see you. You should also take care of your health. Your health is the most important thing to him."

"I'm going to leave anyway, maybe today, maybe tomorrow. But he still has a long way to go." Grandpa He was so calm that he was almost indifferent.

It seemed that it didn't matter to him that he died the next moment, Yang Xinghe remembered that his parents said that Grandpa He and Grandma He had a very close relationship, maybe it would be a relief for him to leave a moment earlier.

After He Jianwei and Aunt Xu explained some things, they followed Yang Xinghe and left.

On the way back, He Jianwei propped his chin with one hand, pursed his lips and said nothing, his heroic eyebrows and eyes looked like strangers should not enter.

"Have you contacted your little friend all these days?"

If Yang Xinghe didn't mention it, He Jianwei had completely forgotten about it, and he hadn't contacted Lu Zhizhuo for about a month and a half.

He picked up the phone and clicked on Lu Zhizhuo's profile picture, but he didn't know what to do with his hand on the button. He stared at Lu Zhizhuo's profile picture for a long time, and it was still the photo he took.

His fingers stroked Lu Zhizhuo's head lightly, and finally chose to quit.

Maybe Yang Xinghe and the others are right, he shouldn't have shot at a minor, and he has no intention of chasing him right now.

Yang Xinghe noticed that He Jianwei took out his phone and looked at it for a while, then put it back.

"Aren't you going to contact him?"

He Jian shook his head slightly, "Forget it."

Yang Xinghe didn't know if He Jianwei was talking about contacting Lu Zhizhuo now or pursuing Lu Zhizhuo.

He wisely chose to remain silent.