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Tang Yuan and Sang Qing agreed to visit Sang Ye every Saturday afternoon. He would come directly after work and stay until evening. Usually he would not meet Sang Qing, or when Sang Qing came back, he happened to be leaving.

The last time I stayed for dinner and overnight was purely accidental.

But Sang Ye didn't know the reason, she would look forward to it every time she opened her head for the first time.

Tang Yuan, who couldn't help but be soft and stubborn, left another dinner. Auntie welcomed it very much, and Sang Qingshi had no objection. It was just a matter of adding a pair of chopsticks.

"Brother Qingshi, can Tangyuan sleep at our house tonight?"

In order for her uncle to "live together" with them, Sang Ye took advantage of Tang Yuan's surprise and hugged Sang Qingshi's leg again.

"Impossible, little leaf." Tang Yuan hurriedly pulled him over, and said in a low voice, "Uncle can't live here, uncle has to go home."

Sang Ye looked at Tang Yuan pitifully, "But I really want to sleep with you."

After speaking, he cast a glance at Sang Qingshi as if asking for help, and shook his hand, hoping that he could keep Tang Yuan.

"No." Sang Qingshi didn't help him, "You can't sleep with Tangyuan, the first step for a man to learn to be independent is to sleep by himself, understand?"

The child pursed his mouth, nodded in frustration and understandingly.

When Sang Ye admired Sang Qing very much, she felt that this brother was omnipotent, and if she wanted to become that kind of man when she grew up, she had to listen to him.

Sang Qingshi didn't want Sang Ye's obedience, seeing that listless little head drooping, thinking that he lost his parents and left his only uncle, his hard-hearted heart also loosened.

Sang Qing didn't know how to coax children, so after thinking about it, she knelt down and looked at Sang Ye at the same level, her tone softened: "If you always ask Tangyuan to sleep with you, there won't be Aunt Tangyuan, you know?"

During the speech, Tang Yuan seemed to be swept away.

Tang Yuan covered Sang Ye's ears, and said embarrassedly: "Mr. Sang, how can you tell children this..."

Sang Qingshi didn't answer, Gu Zi glanced at the time, and gave the order to chase away the guests with a cold expression, "You go back quickly, Xiao Yezi should take a shower and go to bed."

Tang Yuan let go of the mulberry leaf, said in a low voice, and turned to get his bag and coat.

He left in a hurry, in such a hurry that he forgot to take away the keychain given by his junior.But it doesn't matter, he doesn't plan to add that WeChat, so he doesn't know who to return it to.

The evening wind in Linjiang is damp and cool, and no matter how thick the clothes are, the blowing will blow through.Sang Qingshi's villa was a short walk away from the bus stop. Tang Yuan kept pulling up his coat and breathing on his hands all the way, and waited for a while before getting on the bus.

The light inside the car was dim, and there were not many passengers. Tang Yuan shrank in a corner, staring at the darkening night in a daze.The retrograde scenery outside the window is a must for him every Saturday night. He has seen it many times and there is nothing to see again.

There was an inexplicable sense of sadness in my heart, which started when Sang Qingshi urged him to leave.

Most of the interactions between people are like this, the unfamiliarity at the beginning is nothing, but after seeing the smiling faces and tasting the sweetness, you can no longer get used to returning to the distance at the beginning.

He thought they were friends.

But fortunately Tang Yuan is a person who doesn't worry about things in his heart, otherwise it would be a miracle that he survived such a difficult life until now.

He can no longer remember the looks of his parents, but he firmly believes that they have a love that cannot live alone.My sister loves him, and she has lived in the orphanage for two years in order to accompany him when she is old enough to live independently.Afterwards, he received help from many kind-hearted people in the society, and he was able to maintain his life and study.Later, my sister met her brother-in-law in college. My brother-in-law loved my sister very much, loved my house, and didn’t mind him as a fool. He went to the orphanage with my sister to go through the formalities to pick him up. Later, I ignored the family’s opposition and married my sister. In the second year, she became a parent and took care of Xiao Yezi meticulously.

No matter what kind of love in this world, Tang Yuan knows what they really look like best.He has heard, seen, and encountered, and he never questioned the emotions of people and the world, and he is grateful for all the small kindness.

What's more, Sang Qingshi helped him many times, and even lent him a huge sum of money to tide over the difficulties. Today, he said that he asked the teacher to teach him to play the piano.

Tang Yuan didn't feel sad when he thought about it. If he wanted to be friends with a powerful person, he had to become a great person himself.Taking advantage of not being too late when he got home, he took a shower and plunged into the pile of books to review. He must pass the final exam next week, so that he will be in the mood to study piano during the holidays.

Sang Qingshi plunged into the gym.

He likes the pleasure of sweating profusely brought by sports, and is used to decompressing or thinking about something at the same time.His past pressure usually came from his career ambitions and high standards, and most of his thinking revolved around the business field.

Since the addition of a child in the family, he found that his center of gravity has shifted a little.

Contrary to what was originally expected, although the child does not need him to take care of it personally, it will still take a lot of his attention, especially when the child has a relative like Tang Yuan.

Young, naive, honest, with little social experience, he still needs guidance in life, but there is no one who can guide him.Sang Ye has a deep relationship with him, and likes to be close to this uncle. Sang Qing has to check his every word and deed, and it is impossible to really regard him as someone who has nothing to do with him.

In a sense, he was the only adult Tang Yuan could get, who was barely related.So when he entered the police station and asked himself for help, he was not surprised.

But Sang Qingshi also believed that their relationship should stop here, and any further progress would be asking for trouble.

It is easy to tell your own orientation, but it is difficult to let others accept it, and it is even more difficult to make others like yourself.

He has no problem with a straight man who provokes little girls with his face, but he is destined not to be included in his options.Even if he admits that he has had feelings for Tang Yuan, it is just lustful and human nature.

Just keep your distance.

Sang Qingshi only sent a text message to Tang Yuan after setting up the class time with the piano teacher, and then had no plans to associate with him.

The end-of-semester review consumed all Tang Yuan's time and energy other than part-time work. Fortunately, he did well in the final exam, raising the average score that was lowered in the first half of the semester, and successfully getting the credits.

The weekly piano lesson has become the part he is most looking forward to besides visiting Xiao Yezi.

It's just that every time I go, I never meet Sang Qingshi again.

He has no background in music, but the teacher said that he has a good sense of music naturally, and he can follow the beat very quickly. If he practice more reading notation and fingering, he hopes to finish the first introductory book a few years ago.

During the school winter vacation, the music room was open as usual. Tang Yuan found a temporary worker who sorted shelves in the supermarket in the morning. After work, he went to school to practice piano, had lunch, and then went to a restaurant to work until evening. His life was tight and busy.

As the Lunar New Year approached, the piano teacher was not a local. He told Tang Yuan that he would go back to his hometown for the New Year next week, and that he would come to teach him again on the Saturday after the Lantern Festival. Tang Yuan began to seriously think about how to spend this year's Spring Festival.

He misses his relatives a lot during the festive season, and he is indeed doomed not to have a good year.

The owner of the supermarket didn't know his family situation, so he gave him a few blessings and a pair of Spring Festival couplets like he gave to other employees, and he silently stuffed them deep in the closet after accepting them.

When I was a child, the Spring Festival couplets were not pasted at home when my father passed away. My mother also died of illness at the beginning of the second year. My sister sold the house to repay the medical expenses owed to relatives. He could only see the New Year’s flavor of Zhu Hong sweeping ink on the gate of the orphanage. , He didn't have a home until his sister had a home.

Now that home has become a deserted empty house.Tang Yuan was afraid of being alone, so he even bought two small fish to raise, and within a week they turned over one after another, and he never dared to take live animals home.

Sang Ye had already put on a festive red New Year's dress, with two white fur balls hanging from the neckline on her chest, and obediently built building blocks to wait for Tang Yuan to finish class, and then pestered him to read a story for a while before agreeing to go back.

Before leaving, the aunt took out a red envelope and said that Sang Qingshi entrusted it to him.

Tang Yuan asked puzzledly: "What is it?"

"Mr. Sang gave you the new year's money." Auntie smiled and handed it to Tang Yuan.

"I can't take it." Tang Yuan withdrew his hand at once.

If it is money, it should be quite a lot depending on the thickness.

Auntie stuffed it directly into his hand, "How can I not want the red envelopes for Chinese New Year, it's for luck."

Everyone said that, Tang Yuan couldn't push it any further, took the envelope with both hands, and said respectfully: "Then I'll call later to thank Mr. Sang."

After speaking, he seemed to have realized something, and looked at his aunt with a puzzled look: "No, I am the elder, why is it Mr. Sang who gave me the New Year's money, shouldn't I give it to him?"

Auntie chuckled, "It's not appropriate for him to collect New Year's money at that age, you can still collect it for a few more years, take it quickly."

Tang Yuan nodded blankly, "Then thank you, Aunt Xu, and happy new year."