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

He Jianwei didn't stay here for too long with Lu Zhizhuo. When he proposed to leave, Lu Zhizhuo was stunned for a moment, "Is Uncle He waiting for my dad to come back? He's leaving get off work soon."

He Jian waved his hands slightly and smiled, "It's too late, next time."

"Don't send me off, go in quickly, it's windy at night."

In the dark corridor, He Jianwei had a smile on his brows, and Lu Zhizhuo suddenly felt that this man was like a gentle night.

He Jianwei didn't drive home, but went to his grandfather's place.

"Mr. Xiaohe is here." The nanny was cleaning the table, when she saw He Jianwei coming, she immediately stopped what she was doing to pour water for him.

"Well, is Aunt Xu and my grandfather asleep?" He Jianwei asked while changing his shoes.

"Not yet. Mr. Yan is here today. The old man is very happy. He just took medicine and is practicing calligraphy." When Aunt Xu talked about Yan Hongfei, there was a smile in her eyes. To say that he is a friend of women does him no wrong.

"Didn't you give grandpa any sweets?"

Aunt Xu waved her hands again and again, "No, the old man made a fuss about eating, and even lost his temper with Mr. Yan. Mr. Yan took a long time to coax him."

"He has a child's temper now, and he only knows he can't eat it." He Jianwei was brought up by his grandparents, and he has a very accurate grasp of his grandpa's temper.

"I'll go see him."

He Jianwei entered the study room, his grandfather was indeed practicing calligraphy, his hands were shaking badly, but he refused to admit defeat at all.

He Jianwei quietly walked to his grandfather's side, fixed his eyes, and saw Su Shi's "Jiangchengzi" written on the paper.

"Ten years of life and death are boundless, unforgettable without thinking."

This year happened to be the tenth year since his grandma passed away. His grandparents and grandparents had a very close relationship with each other. When they were young, they lived in two places and exchanged letters every day.

He Jianwei remembered that when he was a child, every morning when he woke up, freshly picked flowers from the yard would be placed on the table, and there would be a card next to it, on which were words written by his grandfather to his grandmother, just a few words, sometimes complaining about work, like "Why do people go out to work, I just want to be with you." Or say that the weather is nice today, "It's such a nice day, I want to tell you that I love you, my good man."

"Grandpa, it's almost ten o'clock, it's time to rest." He Jianwei reminded softly.

"Jianwei, you're here." Grandpa He let He Jianwei take off the pen from his hand, and wiped the ink on his hands with paper.

"Well, come and see you." He Jianwei went to fetch hot water, washed the ink off Grandpa He's hands, and changed the basin of water to wash his face and feet.

"Jianwei, I dreamed about Xiao Rou last night. She said that I haven't written to her for a long time, and it's my fault."

Fu Jingrou is Grandma He Jianwei's boudoir name. Grandpa He has always called her Xiaorou since he married Grandma He, and sometimes by Grandma He's baby name.

"Grandpa, grandma never mentioned me. I haven't seen her for a while, and she didn't tell me about me in a dream." He Jianwei said pretending to be sad.

Grandpa He grinned, "She asked you what to do, she just remembers me."

"Grandpa, you are as small-bellied as ever." He Jianwei wiped Grandpa He's face, then squatted down to wash his feet.

"Is it hot?"

"Not hot, Jianwei, I heard your mother said that you went on a blind date, she must have forced you to go on a blind date."

He Jianwei's family knew about his sexual orientation. When he came out, there was a lot of trouble. It was his grandfather who protected him. His grandfather was very open-minded and the first person in the family to accept his sexual orientation. However, if his grandma still He must live like his grandfather.

"Why did everyone know about my blind date?" He Jianwei muttered.

"Your mother thinks that you will be accompanied by someone in the future, so that you won't be so cold and cold."

"You can't force this kind of thing." He Jianwei wiped his grandfather's feet, put him on the wheelchair, and moved him to the bed.

"Follow your heart, Jianwei, go see your grandma some other day and take the words I wrote." Grandpa He said and fell asleep.

He Jianwei held Grandpa He's hand, felt for Grandpa He's pulse, then heaved a sigh of relief and put his hand under the bed.

This house is where he grew up and where his grandparents have always lived. Originally, after his grandfather fell ill, his parents wanted him to move in and live with him so that he could take care of his health, but his grandfather was unwilling to leave here. , He wants to guard the memory of him and his Xiaorou here. Grandpa has told He Jianwei more than once that those who live are passers-by, and those who die are returned.

He Jianwei thought that he couldn't do this. If he had this level, he would have escaped into Buddhism a long time ago. He is just an ordinary person.

He Jianwei closed the door gently, and went to the second floor. It was his room, and Aunt Xu cleaned it very well.

Grandpa's place is a bit far from the city center, and He Jianwei has to work, so he can only come to visit his grandfather every now and then, but recently, his grandfather's health has been deteriorating, and He Jianwei is a little scared.

After coming out of the shower, He Jianwei wiped his wet black hair with a towel, picked up his phone and saw that Yan Hongfei had sent him several messages, saying that there was a game next week and asked him if he would go to the same place, Lao Jin and the others of an organization.

The race Yan Hongfei was talking about was a motorcycle race, He Jianwei's favorite game when he was Lu Zhizhuo's age, and he almost put his life into it.

He Jianwei: No.

He looked at Moments, and Lu Zhizhu actually replied to him.Say that place is a mountain on the outskirts of the city.

He Jianwei hurriedly struck while the iron was hot, and asked Lu Zhizhuo if he could take him there when he was free. He is a mountaineering enthusiast, and he liked the scenery here very much.

He Jianwei stared at his phone for a long time, but Lu Zhizhuo didn't recover him. It's 10:30. Could it be that he was asleep?Do middle school students in our country go to bed so early now?

Did Lu Zhi fall asleep?Of course not, he just came out of the shower, and his dad was having dinner.

"Did you buy this twice-cooked pork? It tastes very good." Lu Shen could tell that the taste was not made by his son in one bite.

Lu Zhizhuo opened the refrigerator and poured a glass of milk, "Uncle He made it."

Lu Shen was stunned for a moment before he remembered that He Jianwei had been here today, but he didn't expect to have dinner with Lu Zhizhuo. Lu Zhizhuo didn't seem like he would talk to He Jianwei, let alone keep someone for dinner.

Lu Zhizhuo's original temperament naturally wouldn't pay much attention to He Jianwei, but if this person is likely to be his stepfather, that's not necessarily the case.

"I didn't expect him to be so good at cooking." Lu Shen sighed, and Lu Zhi took a sip of milk and walked in front of him.

"I think Uncle He is not bad, you can think about it." Lu Zhizhuo thought that his father couldn't save face because of him, so he didn't settle down with He Jianwei.

Lu Shen paused while holding the chopsticks, and talking about this issue with his son, he couldn't help feeling hot on his face, "No, I know you misunderstood, Mr. He and I don't have that kind of relationship."

"Okay." Lu Zhizhuo looked at his father's reaction and didn't feel that the two of them had that kind of relationship.

After drinking the milk, Lu Zhi went to wash the cup, "I'm going to sleep, good night."

He Jianwei ate breakfast with his grandfather, and trimmed the flowers and plants in the yard. His grandfather was sitting in the yard basking in the sun, "Jianwei, how long has it been since you practiced calligraphy?"

He Jianwei's hands froze, and he was about to play haha ​​to fool him, but his grandfather knew him well, and he knew from his expression that he hadn't practiced for a long time.

"Do you think I'm old and easy to fool?" Grandpa He stared at He Jianwei with a downcast face.

"Well, grandpa, don't be angry, I'm not too busy."

"Your grandma taught you your calligraphy, are you embarrassed?" Grandpa He raised his beard and stared.

"Okay, okay, I'll go to practice now, shall we have wontons for lunch?" He Jianwei quickly admitted his mistake and coaxed Grandpa He.

"alright."

He Jianwei went to wash his hands, kneaded the dough with flour, put it aside to wake up for a while, and then took out the meat to chop the stuffing.

"I'll do it." Aunt Xu came over to help.

He Jian shook his head slightly, "No need for Aunt Xu, my grandpa's stuffing tastes different, just let me come, and you can wrap it for me later."

Aunt Xu nodded, and then went about her own business. He Jianwei's wonton making skills were taught by his grandma, so the wontons he made were the same as those made by his grandma. Since his grandma left, his grandpa only I ate the wontons he made.

He Jianwei stayed with his grandfather for a day, watching him go out from his grandfather's house until it got dark.

"Mr. Xiaohe, let's go back tomorrow, it's not safe to drive at night." Aunt Xu said worriedly.

"It's okay, I'll drive slowly. I won't stay if I have something to do tomorrow. Grandpa will trouble you to take care of it." He Jianwei put on a windbreaker and went out.

Today is Friday and he has to go to the bar.

The neon lights were flickering at night, and He Jianwei had just stepped into the bar when he was hit by a strong sound wave that made his ears hurt.

As soon as he entered, even if the lights were dim, it did not prevent those hunters from staring at him at a glance.

He Jianwei is 1.8 meters [-] tall, tall and tall, handsome, personable, with eyebrows cut like knives and eyes like peach blossoms.

"Handsome, have a drink?"

Before He Jianwei sat down, a charming woman came over to strike up a conversation with him.

He Jian smiled and refused, the woman still wanted to pester He Jianwei, He Jianwei ordered a glass of Margarita and pushed it in front of her, "I bought the wine, let's just forget about it."

The woman gave He Jianwei a coquettish look, and said reluctantly: "Okay, for the sake of the wine you invited."

The woman left holding the wine glass and twisting her waist. The person who originally wanted to strike up a conversation saw this scene and retreated in disappointment. It seems that this person is not here to find someone to spend the night with.

"You are so generous to women, it will make them love you more." The bartender handed him the lemonade.

He Jianwei smiled nonchalantly, "Since they are wearing such thin high heels, I have to respect them."

The lights on the stage suddenly dimmed, and when it came back on again, the people on it had changed. There was a teenager sitting on the high stool, wearing a simple white shirt, light blue ripped jeans, and holding a wooden box in his hand. Guitar, the spotlight hit him, his fair skin was like fine white porcelain, his crow-feather eyelashes trembled slightly, revealing his star-like eyes.