can i borrow your white paint

"When you see someone, you should call him Grandpa. Although he doesn't know you, you should know him, understand?" Cheng Yi stood at the door of the nursing home, bent down again, and asked worriedly.

"Understood, I understand." Cheng Mutong was getting impatient, and stretched out his hands to cover his ears.

But it's no wonder that anyone who is repeatedly emphasized along the way will no longer have any patience.

Cheng Yi gave a "tsk" and patted him on the head: "Behave better."

Cheng Mutong sighed heavily, this time he simply ignored it, and stepped forward directly, opening the door in front of him for him.

The sanatorium is still so deserted, even after the Chinese New Year, it is still mostly quiet, but many beams are covered with red lanterns, adding a little bit of the rare New Year flavor.

The couplets and the word "Fu" have not yet come to post. After all, the New Year's Eve has not yet arrived. The elderly like to celebrate the traditional New Year, so they must set off firecrackers in the morning.

This time is just after a nap, and most of the old people are playing chess and chatting in the yard. There are no mobile phones or TVs here, so when the gate is opened, it attracts the attention of all the old people.

Cheng Yi patted Cheng Mutong on the shoulder and said with a smile, "Happy New Year, grandparents!"

Cheng Mutong was photographed taking a few steps forward, touching his neck and smiling shyly: "Happy New Year, grandparents!"

"Oh, Xiao Yi is here!" An old lady in green cotton clothes who was drying clothes immediately put down the clothes pole in her hand and ran over, "Ah, who is this little doll?"

"You brought a little doll?" An old man at a slope also walked over slowly, and stretched out his hand with a smile, trying to tease Cheng Moutong, "You look so cute!"

Most of the elderly in the nursing home knew Cheng Yi who often came here to visit his grandfather, but they were not very familiar with Cheng Moutong, so when the child made a sound, he became the focus of the crowd.

"It's my younger brother." Cheng Yi touched Cheng Moutong's blushing face, which was pinched by the old man, "His skin is tender, you should always be gentle."

Grandpa Napojiao seemed to be embarrassed by the words, and withdrew his hand: "This little baby was born too cute..."

"Then let him spend more time with you." Cheng Yi looked down at Cheng Moutong, "You stay here to play with your grandparents, and I'll go see grandpa first."

Cheng Moutong is young and doesn't know what Alzheimer's disease is.But because Cheng Yi always whispered in his ear, he probably knew that his grandfather didn't recognize him now.

He nodded sensiblely: "Brother, I'll wait for you at the door."

"Okay." Cheng Yi waved to Xiao Yu who was coming from a distance, "Little beauty, this brother is entrusted to you."

Xiao Yu's fair face instantly turned pink and tender when he called her, shyly retracting her face into the scarf: "I know, Brother Yi."

Cheng Yi temporarily said goodbye to these enthusiastic old people in a good-tempered manner, and walked towards the familiar door.

"Why don't you go out to play chess with others and take a walk?" Cheng Yi skillfully turned on the light after entering the door, and said to the old man who was sitting on the bed playing chess with himself, "It's not boring to play here alone. ?”

Sensing the movement, the old man raised his head and looked at him unhappily: "Who are you? Why, why didn't you knock on the door, just, just came in?"

Cheng Yi said "I'm sorry" proficiently, stepped back from one side of his body, then raised his hand and gently knocked on the wooden door that had just been closed again: "Grandpa, I'm Cheng Yi, your grandson, can I go in?"

There was no movement inside the door for a long time.

Cheng Yi wasn't impatient either, he just waited quietly at the door.

Finally, after an unknown amount of time, the old man's voice came from inside: "Who is it?"

Cheng Yi's fingers were pinched together unconsciously, his eyelids were half down, and he couldn't tell what emotion it was.

He sighed and repeated again: "Cheng Yi, Xiao Yi, your grandson, Cheng Weirong's son."

Perhaps the name Cheng Weirong played a role, and the old man in the room finally agreed: "Oh, come in."

Cheng Yi pushed the door open again and walked in.

This scene was clearly seen by Yao Ma and a strange man on the second floor opposite.

The man looks young, with fair skin, obvious jawline, a mole on the right side of his lips, a pair of black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and his hair neatly combed back, leaving only a few spots on his forehead. Fragments of loose hair.

The supposedly greasy look looked surprisingly good on him, like an elite son from a wealthy family.

He looked at it for a while, then suddenly asked, "Is that boy called Cheng Yi?"

Yao's mother was feeling uncomfortable at first, but when he asked this question, she suddenly came back to her senses and said in surprise, "Yes, how do you know?"

Receiving an affirmative answer, the man's fingers unconsciously pinched the armrest beside him.

After a long time, he moved away from the armrest and took a sip from the teacup in front of him: "I saw this child eight years ago."

Yao Ma was stunned, and said in a daze, "You said...you met Xiao Yi?"

"Yeah." The man's originally straight back suddenly relaxed, and he leaned casually on the back of the chair, as if he was very tired, "Ms. Yao, I suddenly regret that I paid too little attention to this place before."

Yao's mother hurriedly got up and bowed to him: "Mr. Fang, please don't say that! You have done a lot of charity, which is not very eye-catching to us, but you have always been willing to contribute money to support this place. We are all grateful!"

What Yao Ma said was not an exaggeration. Yangzhou is not a place with advanced economic development. Compared with big cities like Beijing, Shanghai and Guangzhou, it is not a good city to attract capitalists because of its antique flavor.

But the charity in the name of the man in front of him sends money to the nursing home every year, although he has never been there himself.

As far as a public welfare sanatorium is concerned, the money paid by the family members of the elderly is far from being able to maintain the operation of the entire sanatorium. This old public welfare building has been maintained until now, it can be said that it is all due to the person in front of him named Fang Zewei. man.

But after hearing this sentence, Fang Zewei shook his head and chuckled inexplicably: "If I had known this child's grandfather was here earlier..."

He half-spoken, making Yao's mother unable to guess what the words meant.

Fang Zewei didn't intend to continue talking, but just drank the tea in the cup silently, then got up and said goodbye.

With a stomach full of question marks, Yao's mother finally waited until the evening when Cheng Yi came out of the house with his grandfather.

She moved to Cheng Yi's side and asked in a low voice, "Xiao Yi, Mama Yao asked you something."

"Huh?" Cheng Yi was playing poker with a group of elders and aunts, when he heard this, he took the time to raise his head, "You ask."

Yao Ma hesitated and said, "Do you know a man named Fang Zewei?"

Fang Zewei?

Cheng Yi held a pair of "K" fingertips and paused slightly.

The surname "Fang" is not common, at least in his impression, the only person with the surname Fang that he knows around him is Fang Heng.

Oh, if you have to say it, Fang Zechang is also one of them.

But he had never heard of the name Fang Zewei.

So he shook his head: "I don't know." Although the name is very similar to Fang Zechang, he has never heard of it.

Yao's mother was even more puzzled, but seeing that Cheng Yi's expression didn't look like she was lying, she had no choice but to give up: "That may be my mistake, you can continue to play, I'll go and see how the dumplings in the kitchen are doing .”

Cheng Yi nodded, but didn't take it to heart.

the other side.

Fang Zewei, who just got out of the taxi, walked into Azure International with a chill in his body.

The door was knocked twice, Fang Hengzhi put down the phone he was chatting with Cheng Yi, got up from the bed under Ru Ting's urging, moved to the door like a zombie and opened it: "Hello... uncle?!"

The moment he saw the person coming, he suddenly woke up, and unbelievably staggered his body to let people in: "Little uncle, why are you here?!"

Fang Zewei smiled and hammered him on the arm as he entered the door: "Why, I'm not welcome?"

"How can it be!" Fang Hengzhi immediately took the coat he had just taken off with a playful smile, and hung it on the hanger next to the shoe cabinet, "The whole family misses you the most!"

Fang Zewei looked at him with a half-smile: "Is it because of the whole family that I won't scold you?"

Fang Heng raised his eyebrows, noncommittal.

"Zewei." Fang Zechang came out of the kitchen, stretched out his arms and sighed, "Long time no see."

"Long time no see, brother." Fang Zewei hugged him cooperatively.

Seeing this scene, Fang Hengzhi rolled his eyes, turned around and planned to go upstairs to the bedroom.

Cheng Yi on the phone is still waiting for him, he doesn't have time to play with these two old men in their [-]s and [-]s,

It seemed that Cheng Yi was quite lively, and a video was sent, in which a group of grandparents gathered to eat dumplings.

In fact, it’s only two days before Chinese New Year’s Eve, but in many places, dumplings will be served throughout the winter vacation.

Convenience for handling is one reason, and delicious taste is also a reason.

While Fang Hengzhi was typing, the bedroom door was knocked twice.

He didn't have time to open the door, so he yelled "Come in".

Fang Zewei pushed the door open and entered.

"Who are you chatting with?" He came over, wanting to lean over to check Fang Hengzhi's phone.

But I didn't expect Fang Hengzhi's reaction to be very strong, and he stuck the side of the phone screen on the bed with a swipe, and turned his head to look at him: "Students. Little uncle, why are you here?"

Fang Zewei squinted his eyes, and had no intention of asking: "Your father came up to find two clothes from you."

"Oh." Fang Hengzhi turned off the phone, got up and walked to the cloakroom inside, "Then you come, choose yourself."

Fang Zewei glanced at Fang Hengzhi's phone screen that had just lit up because he had just received a new message, raised his eyebrows lightly, turned his eyes back and followed.

Fang Hengzhi's cloakroom is very large, and the clothes inside are packed to the brim. Although he usually lives alone in the high-rise apartment next door, most of the daily necessities are still kept by his parents.

The room is full of autumn and winter clothes, because every time the season changes, there will be a nanny to help clean up and change clothes, so the piles of clothes are not too messy.

Fang Zewei looked in the wardrobe he opened, and frowned unconsciously: "You don't have any normal pajamas?"

"Normal pajamas?" Fang Hengzhi looked around his wardrobe, wondering, "Is this not normal?"

Fang Zewei pinched the bridge of his nose with a headache, and pointed to the pajamas of Digimon Ultraman little monsters in the closet with his white and slender fingers: "Are you normal? Why didn't I realize that you are still a child at heart?"

Fang Hengzhi looked down at the normal Super Mario one-piece pajamas on his body, reached out and touched the hair on the clothes, and said with emotion: "Childish is a little naive, but warm is really warm! Little uncle, you wear it." Try one."

Fang Zewei said that he didn't really want to try.

If Fang Zechang's pajamas were not all velvet, and he didn't like velvet material, he really didn't want to come here to wear his nephew's clothes.

After all, he knew his nephew very well, whether it was pajamas or everyday clothes, there were almost no normal styles!

Under Fang Hengzhi's expectant gaze, Fang Zewei resignedly picked out a pair of Mickey's pajamas from the cabinet.

"This won't work!" Fang Hengzhi was still smiling at first, but when he saw the clothes he picked out, he immediately lowered the corners of his mouth, quickly snatched the clothes back into his hands, patted them clean, and hung them up again. "This one doesn't work, you can choose the others as you like."

His movements were too fast, Fang Zewei didn't even realize it, and saw that he had already packed Mickey's pajamas.

He laughed angrily: "Why?"

"Classmates go through." Fang Hengzhi replied perfunctorily.

Fang Zewei's eyes widened in surprise: "Which classmate do you have such a good relationship with here? They made them wear your pajamas?!"

Because he knew this little nephew, Fang Zewei knew that since he moved here, he had almost no friends, especially when he failed in the high school entrance examination, except for that sexually aggressive little rich second generation, he was basically alone.

And if it was an ordinary friend, he felt that this child might not be willing to let others wear his own clothes, especially if he didn't throw them away after wearing them, but preserved them very well.

"I'm at the same table. I met after I transferred to another class. I feel...a good chat." Fang Hengzhi thought of Cheng Yi, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

This pajamas was indeed worn by Cheng Yi before, because the circuit at the other end of Linwan Road was burned, Cheng Yi and Cheng Moutong were unable to go home, so he half-coaxed and half-coaxed him to take them home for a night.

Because there was no suitable pajamas in the apartment, he even came to the villa area to get pajamas. Out of selfishness, he took his favorite Mickey pajamas.

He used to like this pajamas because it was the best workmanship and the most comfortable to wear, but now he likes it purely because it was worn by Cheng Yi.

Cheng Yi was quite shocked when he saw this dress, and he was reluctant to wear it, but it was not easy for Fang Hengzhi to run back when he was under the eaves, so he could only put the clothes on very reluctantly. on the body.

Cute is really cute, and it is in direct contrast with his own expression. It can be seen that Fang Hengzhi's confidence in his own aesthetics has improved by another level.

Fang Zewei looked at the child's idiot-like smile, and looked away in disgust.

But then, as if he had just thought of something, he suddenly turned his head and looked at him: "Your deskmate is a man or a woman?"

Fang Hengzhi: "..."

He stared at his little uncle speechlessly, his eyes were as shocked as the other's: "If it's a woman, can I bring it home? And let others wear my clothes?!"

Although he is a bit of a dog, but his little uncle thinks him too inhuman.

Fang Zewei thought about it for a while, and thought it was the same: "That's good."

Fang Heng thought that it might not be too good, so he took out a Popeye's two-piece pajamas from the closet and handed it over: "I bought this before and never wore it, so you can wear this."

Fang Zewei was 14 years older than him, not too big of an age difference, so after a brief tangle, he accepted the pajamas calmly.

The two of them changed their clothes up there before going downstairs.

Fang Zechang and Ru Ting had already prepared a meal and waited for them at the dining table. Fang Heng slumped on his chair as if he had no bones, and frowned at the vegetarian table: "Why is there no meat today? My little uncle is here , shouldn’t you be welcome as a big fish and big meat?”

"Whether you sit or not, put down your legs!" Ru Ting knocked on his knee, "It's because your little uncle came that I made a table of vegetables."

Fang Hengzhi looked at his little uncle in surprise: "Did you offend my mother?"

Fang Zewei smiled at him: "I'm getting angry."

Fang Hengzhi's face fell instantly: "Oh."

Going around, it turned out that his family status was the lowest.

Fang Zewei and his brother's occupations cannot be said to be exactly the same, it can only be said that they have nothing to do with each other. One is engaged in construction and the other in medicine. When he was admitted to the Capital Medical University, the whole family was shocked.

But it's no wonder that a doctor with a saintly heart suddenly appeared in a nest of capitalists. It would probably be unbelievable. Fortunately, the Fang family is relatively open and respects the personal hospital of the younger generation. It was just a joke and shocked me back then. Next, I sent this medical student to Beijing with great celebration.

Fang Zewei has been in Beijing all these years, and was directly assigned a job after graduation. The doctor is busy day and night, so he rarely goes home.

However, the relationship between the two brothers was very good before, and because of the age difference of 11 years, Fang Ze often missed this little brother very much. This time, he hadn't seen him for nearly a year. He didn't bother to talk to his son at all. Wei began to ask questions and talk about family affairs.

Fang Hengzhi felt that he was isolated by this family, even though his surname was Fang, but he was like an outsider, and his mother didn't even bother to talk to him.

He could only chat with Cheng Yi while playing on his mobile phone, while eating dinner without meat dishes in silence.

It wasn't until Fang Zewei mentioned the word "Yangzhou" that he stopped frantically poking his fingers on the phone's keyboard, diverted his attention, and listened for a while with less presence.

Fang Zewei said: "Today I transferred to Yangzhou. I thought I would stop by a sanatorium I sponsored a long time ago to have a look. I didn't expect to meet a familiar child."

Fang Heng frowned, feeling something was wrong.

Fang Zewei: "Compared to eight years ago, the change is too great. I didn't recognize it all at once. Fortunately, the child's facial features are good-looking and haven't changed much, so I recognized it."

Fang Zechang is very concerned about his younger brother: "Do you still remember the child you met eight years ago?"

"Remember." Fang Zewei sighed, "It's hard not to remember such a miserable child."

"Oh, okay, since it's something unpleasant, don't mention it when we first met." Seeing that the atmosphere was not right, Ru Ting quickly interrupted their conversation.

Fang Zechang glanced at his younger brother, Fang Zewei nodded: "That's right, let's eat first."

The atmosphere at the dinner table became cheerful again in an instant, only Fang Heng knew that he was in a strange mood.

He always felt... His little uncle was talking about Cheng Yi.

No basis or reason, just a... intuition.

Thinking of this, he pulled out a photo of Fang Zewei many years ago from his photo album and sent it to Cheng Yi.

[F]: Brother Yi, do you think he looks familiar?

Fang Hengzhi stared at the news for a while, and felt that he might have thought too much. Even if he really knew each other, Cheng Yi, who was only eight years old at that time, probably wouldn't remember it.

But the time for withdrawal has passed, so that's the only way to go.

Cheng Yi, who was far away in Yangzhou, received these two messages from Fang Hengzhi when he was eating dumplings.

He stared at this photo for a long time, and always felt that he should have seen it before, but after thinking about it for a long time, he felt that he had nothing to do with anyone he knew.

Cheng Mutong yelled twice and Cheng Yi didn't get a response, so he covered his phone screen with his hand.

Cheng Yi came back to his senses and looked sideways: "What's wrong?"

Cheng Mutong pouted, handed over the empty water glass and said aggrievedly: "Brother, help me pour a glass of water, I have called you several times, but you ignore me."

"Ah. I'm sorry Mouton, I was a little distracted just now." Cheng Yi took the water glass, apologized and got up to fetch water for him.

When passing by a grandfather who was playing chess with an old man, he suddenly stopped and looked at his grandfather's serious face playing chess in astonishment.

Grandpa Cheng and his father Cheng Weirong are really similar, they are almost carved out of the same mold, even though Grandpa Cheng is old, anyone who sees Cheng Weirong can tell that these two are father and son.

It was because of this face that Cheng Yi suddenly remembered that he had indeed seen the person in the photo sent by Fang Hengzhi.

Although it was only a short time, he had indeed met.

So Fang Hengzhi, who had just finished eating and planned to go back to the house to take a shower, received a reply message.

[TBD]: I've seen it.

Fang Hengzhi's hand to open the door froze in mid-air.

The next second, he was patted on the shoulder, and he turned his head to look, only to find that it was his little uncle.

Fang Zewei blinked: "Standing here in a daze?"

Knowing that he didn't reply, Fang Heng hesitated for a moment, and asked, "The acquaintance you met in Yangzhou today...is his name Cheng Yi?"

Fang Zewei was stunned, and the smile on his face disappeared in an instant.

After a while, he said, "Yes. Do you know him?"

Fang Hengzhi opened the door of his own room, motioned sideways for him to come in, and nodded: "I am at the same table."

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