The world doesn't fit me

Mr. Wei is always so puzzled.

After Wei Chengchao went to city B to go to college, he rarely returned home.

Yi Qingchen kept nagging, saying that he missed his uncle, but when Wei Chengyan helped him dial the number, he couldn't utter a word, Nuonuo kept talking for a long time, and then pushed the phone away with a blushing face.

Every year on Yi Qingchen's birthday, Wei Chengchao would send back some gadgets and snacks.But nothing can compare to the Spring Festival, because every time it comes, Wei Chengchao will definitely rush back from City B, no matter how busy he is.

Wei Chengchao matured day by day, his hair was dyed back to black, and the edges and corners gradually became clear. The childishness of the youth faded away a little bit. After graduating from university, he has no longer looked like he used to.

Yi Qingchen was also growing up slowly. From a little over one meter back then, he jumped to 1.5 meters in one fell swoop, and he was able to throw his whole body on Wei Chengchao at the high jump point.

But the problem of being shy still hasn't changed.

That alone is enough to please girls.

After junior high school, when they were at the age of first love, many girls wrote love letters to Yi Qingchen to confess their love.Without exception, he refused all of them.

Even so, Yi Qingchen would accept all the things the girls gave, except for the too expensive ones, which would be stored in a small box. He thought, after all, it was a wish, and returning it would lose face, and it could be regarded as a memory of youth. up.

Sometimes, friends around him couldn't believe it, and asked him: "There are so many girls chasing you, don't you like any of them?"

Yi Qingchen shook his head, "No."

"It's weird." The friend said, "What about the ones you have a crush on? None?"

"What does it mean to have a good impression?" Yi Qingchen asked.

"Just..." My friend didn't know how to describe it, "just... oh, I'm not moved, but it's okay."

what is this?

Yi Qingchen said firmly: "No."

He packed his schoolbag, "That's it, I'm going back."

"In such a hurry? Why don't you study in the classroom for a while?" My friend wondered, "What's going on at home?"

"Well, my uncle is back."

"That's what you say every day, handsome and good uncle?"

My friend sighed, "I don't miss my girlfriend as much as you miss your uncle. Should I reflect on myself and not like my girlfriend enough?"

"I do not have……"

Yi Qingchen blushed slightly, but did not respond to his words, "I'm leaving."

The friend leaned back, and the chair stood on one leg and swayed on the ground. If he wanted to stay upright, he raised his hand and waved, "Bye!"

Yi Qingchen glanced back at him, "See you next week." Then he ran out briskly.

Before leaving the school gate, I saw a car parked outside from a distance. A tall and tall man was leaning against the car, wearing an exaggerated sweater, looking down and fiddling with his mobile phone.

After a while, he looked up, also recognized Yi Qingchen in the crowd, and beckoned with the hand holding the phone.

Yi Qingchen was delighted, his eyes were full of smiles, and he secretly accelerated his steps.

"Xiao Yi!" Someone called to stop him.

Yi Qingchen turned around and looked at the person who came: "Zhu Heng? What's wrong?"

"Xiao Yi." He ran over panting, and awkwardly took out a letter.The color of the envelope is plain, an ordinary but eye-catching beige.

"I've always wanted to give this to you, but I didn't dare to do it before." Qiu Zhuheng said, "After the National Day, I will follow my brother to City S. If I don't give it to you, I may not have a chance."

Yi Qingchen took it over and was stunned for a moment, "Are you going to transfer? Why didn't I hear you say it before?"

"Well, it's a temporary decision. My account is already there."

Qiu Zhuheng said reluctantly: "You should go to high school there."

"Then use your mobile phone more often."

"Hmm!" Qiu Zhuheng smiled with relief, "May I give you a hug for the last time?"

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Yi Qingchen to react, he stepped forward and hugged him tightly.He was half a head taller than Yi Qingchen, and he could almost hold him in his arms.

"Goodbye!" Qiu Zhuheng let go of his hand quickly, and ran backwards, jumping up and waving from time to time, obviously very happy.

Yi Qingchen was stunned for a while, pinched the letter in his hand unresponsively, turned his head and saw Wei Chengchao who was still standing there, immediately there was nothing left in his head, and ran towards him.

"Uncle!" He threw himself into Wei Chengchao's arms.

It's been a long time since I smelled my uncle's breath, and the world brightened up.

"Long time no see, little one." Wei Chengchao smiled, "I can't say I'm young, I'm growing up pretty fast."

"Not too high." Yi Qingchen said shyly.

"Yes, it's still far from me." He didn't change the fact that he owed a beating, "but it's enough, you can't be taller than me."

Yi Qingchen nodded obediently and got into the co-pilot.

"Can you take the co-pilot?"

"I'm 14," he whispered.

"It's fourteen."

Wei Chengchao suddenly felt as if he had passed away, "The days go too fast."

He turned the key for half a turn, and then there was the sound of the engine, and the car drove into the road.

Yi Qingchen put the schoolbag in his arms, remembered that there was still a letter in his hand, and slowly opened it.

Wei Chengchao glanced at it, casually: "That brat gave it to you just now?"

"Hmm..." Yi Qingchen looked up at him, and said angrily, "Don't just call Zhuheng a brat."

"So affectionate?"

Wei Chengchao sneered, "Uncle tells you, I've read countless people, and you can find out what's in that poor kid's mind at a glance. You have a personality that can be both male and female, so be careful."

"How is it possible..." Yi Qingchen couldn't stand being teased like this, especially in front of Wei Chengchao, his ears were so red that he could bleed.

He buried his head in the letter, held his breath, and suddenly clasped it on his knees in a hurry, folded it into a ball and stuffed it into the envelope, his breathing was a little unsteady.

"What's wrong?" Wei Chengchao found it funny, parked the car aside, and looked at him with a smile, "I'm not wrong, right. Show me?"

Wei Chengchao's smiling eyes fell into sight, as if he could see everything, which made Yi Qingchen even more flustered, and his chest beat inexplicably fast.

He pursed his lips and shook his head, holding the letter behind his back.

"Uncle will help you find someone..." Wei Chengchao seemed to be thinking of something, "Or, you don't like men?"

Wei Chengchao stayed alone for a long time, and subconsciously almost thought that other people were also gay.This kid should like girls.

"no!"

Realizing that he was excited for no reason, Yi Qingchen paused, gradually calmed down, and said slowly: "I don't know..."

He stretched out his hand, put the letter in Wei Chengchao's palm, and turned his head with lingering fear.

When the envelope was taken away, the two touched their fingertips, and Yi Qingchen quickly withdrew his hand.

He was so stuffy that he rolled down the car window to let the wind blow in, blowing away the sudden heat on his face, not daring to look at Wei Chengchao's expression.

"This little brat is quite powerful."

Wei Chengchao glanced at the ten lines, and swallowed his date to get a general idea, "If you can get into this middle school, you must be a talent in the future."

Yi Qingchen was not quite clear: "Very... powerful?"

"Excellent. But it pales in comparison to me." Wei Chengchao returned the letter to him.

Yi Qingchen twitched the corners of his lips calmly.

He felt the same way.

The car started to start again, Wei Chengchao said calmly, "Then what did you plan to do? Refuse?"

"Yeah." Yi Qingchen said.

Wei Chengchao agreed, "Then reject it simply, and don't let him have illusions."

Yi Qingchen: "You can still be friends."

"But keep your distance..." Wei Cheng glanced at him, "Look at just now, what did the hug look like?"

Yi Qingchen always listened to his words, nodded and replied: "Mmm..."

When he got home, the aroma of the food could dispel everything. Yi Qingchen put his schoolbag back in the bedroom, washed his hands, and sat down at the table to enjoy dinner with his family.

Both Wei Chengyan and her husband's crafts are not bad, so Wei Chengchao always likes to go to their house to have a meal.

Wei Chengyan suddenly said: "Qing Chen."

"Huh?" Yi Qingchen raised his head from the bowl.

"It's been a month since the third year of junior high school. Have you decided which high school to go to?"

Yi Qingchen lowered his eyelashes, stared blankly at the edge of the bowl, and slowed down his chewing speed a bit.

Wei Chengchao picked up a piece of beef for him: "Have you thought about it?"

"No..." Yi Qingchen asked, "Did uncle go to high school in S City?"

"Yeah." Wei Chengchao smiled at him, "As long as the high school entrance examination score is high enough, there will be a channel to borrow from there, and come back in the last month of senior year."

"How high is the score?"

Wei Chengchao: "Do you want to go to S City to attend high school?"

If the answer is yes, it seems a bit whimsical. After all, his grades are still far from excellent, but from the bottom of his heart, Yi Qingchen wants to go to his uncle's previous high school.really want……

I can't say why, but it may be worship and admiration.He thought that he would be as great as his uncle in the future.

Yi Qingchen hesitated and said, "Hmm..."

"Okay."

Unexpectedly, Wei Chengchao didn't feel anything wrong at all, instead he began to think about the future: "When you come to S City, you can live with me, and I will take you to and from school as soon as I get off work, which is also convenient."

Live with uncle?

Yi Qingchen was a little dizzy, curled up his fingertips, and stuck the piece of beef in the bowl with his chopsticks.

That sentence seemed to be mentioned casually at the dinner table and was forgotten as a joke.The family never mentioned it again.

Only Yi Qingchen kept it in mind, shutting himself up in his room to do homework on the second day of the National Day holiday.

The pen tip calculated over and over again on the draft paper, thinking of the not-too-distant future, the pale symbols would no longer be so boring.

"Little kid..." Wei Chengchao's arrogant voice came from outside the door, "I'm coming in."

Without waiting for the master's permission, Wei Chengchao opened the door on his own, and brought a large plate of fruit to Yi Qingchen's hand.

"Really doing homework."

Wei Chengchao took a pear and stuffed it into his mouth, and said vaguely: "I thought you were secretly playing games in the room."

Yi Qingchen responded distractedly: "How could it be?"

He paused at the tip of his pen and smiled slightly.

It must have been like this when my uncle was in junior high school.

"Why not."

Wei Chengchao sat down on the bed, lazily fell back, and asked him with his arms half propped up, "Little boy, is there any question you don't understand? I should still be able to remember some knowledge from junior high school."

Yi Qingchen didn't stop working on the matter, and replied at the same time: "Not yet."

"Okay, then just ask me if you don't understand anything."

"Ah."

After responding, Wei Chengchao stopped talking.

After the room fell into silence, the presence of the other person became very obvious, and the sound of the other person's breathing could even be heard.

Yi Qingchen's thinking speed gradually slowed down, staring blankly at the question, he had begun to panic.

As if facing the scorching daylight behind him, Yi Qingchen swallowed his saliva, clenched the penholder unconsciously, silently glanced at the reflective glass in front of him, and then looked away in the blink of an eye.

He wasn't sure if he had looked at his uncle just now.It seems to have been discovered, and it seems to be just an illusion.

But what about looking at each other?

Yi Qingchen realized later, but was caught deserting, at most made fun of a few words, nothing would happen, on the contrary, he was terrified.

After thinking clearly, he came back to his senses, re-read the topic two or three times, and continued to draw with a pencil, so that his thoughts gradually became clear.

Not much chemistry homework was left, and it was fairly simple. Yi Qingchen stretched his waist, accidentally caught a glimpse of Wei Chengchao's shadow through the glass, and stared blankly for a few times.

Uncle sat cross-legged on the bed, motionless, his fingertips slid on the screen of the phone, unable to see his expression clearly.

In short, you are not looking at yourself.

Yi Qingchen lowered her arms, feeling a little unhappy.

Just a little.For no reason.

He changed this Chinese homework, a long novel reading question.Yi Qingchen was lying on his arms, only a pair of round eyes were exposed, and the eyeballs rolled with the words line by line.

"Erlines rushed back from San Diego to give her husband a surprise. She stood at the door, dragging her luggage in her hands, dusty, but she couldn't shake the joy in her heart.

She took it for granted that Mr. Weishaug must be preparing something too.After all, today is their wedding anniversary.

They will all remember.

No one opened the door for a long time, and Ellins looked forward to it even more, her smile almost went up to the sky.

Her husband probably hasn't finished the arrangements yet, so give him some time.But she can't always stand outside.The wind was blowing and got into the sleeves.

It doesn't matter, she can help Mr. Weishaug to decorate together, which is also a good gift.

Ellins pushed open the door, a smile froze on that well-groomed face.

"Wei...Mr. Xiaoge?"

There is nothing furnished, the room is in a mess, and there is no sign of Mr. Weishaug.But that's okay, maybe he's just getting ready.

She walked upstairs and bumped into Weishaug who had just woken up.Weishaug was bleary-eyed, muttering something in his mouth, as if he was still talking in sleep, his unkempt curly hair had not been taken care of for a long time, like a chicken coop perched on top of his head.

When he saw Ellins, her bearded face was wrinkled into a ball, it was hard to tell if it was a smile: "Beautiful lady, who are you looking for? Yes... No, no, no, this is not possible, I have Ma'am, please go back."

Although he didn't want to admit it, it seemed that he didn't remember it at all.

Erlinsi's heart sank suddenly, she thought, she should have gotten used to it by now, Mr. Weishaug is always so puzzled. "

The handwriting became more and more blurred, the pen in the palm of his hand slowly slipped, sleepiness occupied his mind, Yi Qingchen blinked, like a mayfly shaking a tree to no avail.

In the chaos of consciousness, a sentence floated in his head——

You should get used to it by now, Mr. Wei is always so puzzled.

The author says:

Happy New Year Po! !