So cute, can't help it

He Qing carried the little boy to the bedroom before putting him down.

He Qing often went back to his hometown to visit the elderly, and occasionally stayed there for a day or two. The house was tidy and the floor tiles were clean and tidy.

He Qing opened the closet and took out a clean T-shirt: "Can I wear my clothes temporarily?"

Fang Shu's arm was pressed against the wall of the vegetable sink, his cuffs were soaked by water, and the splashed water in front of him was also wet a lot, and his clothes were almost unwearable.

Fang Shu rubbed his face and nodded in a small arc: "It's all right."

He Qing lowered his eyes and looked at the little boy standing behind the door with his usual expression: "Raise your hand."

Fang Shu reacted and almost bit his tongue: "I wear it myself."

He Qing raised his arm slightly to avoid the little boy's hand reaching out to take the clothes, his voice could not hear any change: "Jiaojiao, lift up the clothes, Brother He will change them for you."

"..." Fang Shu's face was blushing, he grabbed the hem of his clothes, and slowly lifted the clothes up, his small belly button trembling and undulating in the air.

He Qing's gaze paused, and he unfolded the clothes to help the little boy put them on. The apron on his waist was about to fall off, and it was clearly visible that the apron was full.

Fang Shu's heart beat heavily, he looked away in a panic, and turned to leave without thinking.

He Qing quickly pulled the man back: "You haven't put on your clothes yet, why are you running?"

Fang Shu randomly grabbed his clothes a few times: "Okay, okay."

He Qing grabbed the little boy's wrist that was tugging at his clothes: "Jiaojiao, grab the hem of the clothes."

Fang Shu didn't know why, just obediently lifted the hem of his clothes, He Qing squatted down in front of him, and licked his tongue along his navel.

Fang Shu's ten fingers curled up violently, and He Qing arched his whole body against the wall, holding He Qing's head so that he could barely stand still.

"Brother He." Fang Shu's voice trembled.

Just as the conversation started, the old man shouted loudly from downstairs: "Boy He! You sent someone upstairs, why are you gone forever?!"

He Qing's hand that had penetrated into the little boy's clothes stopped.

"Come down immediately." He Qing turned back to the old man with a rolling voice, stared at the little boy with misty eyes in front of him, and withdrew his hand very slowly.

"Brother He goes down first, you change your clothes before coming down." He Qing rubbed the boy's soft hair, fastened his apron, closed the door and left.

"What are you doing up there, moving so slowly?" Fang Shu heard the old man complaining to He Qing across the floor.

He Qing said lightly: "Didn't I come down now?"

Fang Shu threw himself on the bed, and buried his red face in the quilt.

The bedside phone vibrated, and Fang Shu rolled his eyes over the phone.

[Yu Wuwei: Xiaoshu, when are you coming back? 】

[Fang Jiaojiao: What's wrong? 】

[Yu Wuwei: Wang Nan wants to invite us out to celebrate the third year of the third year, so you are the only one missing. 】

[Fang Jiaojiao: Let's celebrate next time. 】

[Fang Jiaojiao: I'm not coming back tonight. 】

【Yu Wuwei: OK】

[Yu Wuwei: I'll tell Wang Nan that I won't go out tonight]

[Yu Wuwei: By the way, don't forget to register for Section [-]]

Fang Shu sat up with his quilt in his arms, cut out the chat page, and clicked on the 12123 Traffic Management App to make an appointment to register Section [-].

……

With He Qing's help, the old man quickly cooked the dishes and put them on the table.

"That's right, your craftsmanship doesn't seem to have deteriorated." The old man cheerfully praised He Qing.

He Qing was noncommittal, and looked up at the little boy who came down the corridor.

The little boy was wearing the clothes he had changed into. The clothes were obviously much bigger. The ordinary long-sleeved T-shirt was abruptly worn by the little boy into oversized pajamas.

Seeing this, the old man smiled from ear to ear: "Boy He, look at what clothes you are wearing for the little guy."

Fang Shu grabbed his clothes in embarrassment, it was not right to continue downstairs, and it was not right to go back upstairs.

He Qing opened the seat next to him, motioned for the little boy to sit over, and retorted the old man, "I think it's very suitable."

"Where does it fit? Your clothes are not suitable for the little guy's physique." The old man waved his hands and stood up: "I remember that Xinxin's old clothes are still there. I will find two unworn ones for the little one." guy."

"No need." He Qing stopped the old man: "I still have the clothes I had when I went to school, and he wears mine."

The old man realized later that Xinxin's father was a dead person after all, and his clothes were not suitable for others to wear.

The old man was silent for a few seconds, sat back to his original position, and changed the subject: "Did you lose your school clothes?"

He Qing didn't go back home after he went to college, and the old man thought that He Qing's father and mother were mad and threw away all He Qing's things.

He Qing's tone was very light: "My mother kept it."

The old man was silent for a while: "Tomorrow, go to your parents' grave to burn incense sticks before leaving. Don't forget to wear a mask."

He Qing: "?"

The old man hated iron but said: "You are so confused, what face do you have to see your parents?"

The old man didn't understand, how could He Qing become an instructor in a driving school when he grew up with such a top grade in school.

However, there was more than one thing he couldn't figure out.

He worked hard for Xinxin's father to study, and the books were read, but Xinxin's father was unwilling to find an easy job, and insisted on going to the construction site to do some dirty and tiring work.

After getting married, in order to let the mother and son live a happy life, they worked desperately to pick up jobs, and finally died at the construction site at a young age.

Losing his son in his later years, the old man was so sad that he almost lost half of his life. He even began to resent He Lijuan's mother and son.

After Xinxin's father's funeral, the old man moved back to the countryside alone, guarding Xinxin's father's grave alone.

The old man knew very well that there was no reason for his resentment, but he still couldn't overcome the hurdle in his heart. Therefore, although he sometimes secretly asked He Qing to take care of He Lijuan's mother and son, he never wanted to see He Lijuan's mother and son again.

The old man said: "I'm going to visit my wife's grave tomorrow, and I'll go with you."

It happened that his wife was not far from the place where He Qing's parents were buried.

He Qing raised his eyebrows: "What about you?"

The old man said bluntly, "I also wear a mask."

He has been wandering all his life, he can't even protect his own son, and he has no face to see his wife.

He Qing: "..."

Fang Shu: "..."

……

Halfway through the meal, the old man wanted to drink, so He Qing opened a bottle for him.

"You too." The old man put a wine glass in front of He Qing, turned his head and asked Fang Shu: "Can the little guy drink?"

"He doesn't drink." He Qing took the words, filled up the wine, and drank it all in one gulp: "I'll drink with you."

Not to be outdone, the old man said, "You weren't even born when I drank from a large bowl. Who gave you the guts to compare your drinking capacity with mine?"

The two of you came and I drank several glasses.

The old man blushed and had a thick neck, and sighed inarticulately: "You are indeed...you can drink better than your father. Your father is a very clean man and has never smoked or drunk. On the contrary, during the years you left home, he Drank a lot, smoked a lot."

The old man let out a long sigh, put down his wine glass, and looked at He Qing with disapproval: "You are also stubborn. The university deliberately applied to a school far away from home, and you didn't go home once in four years. After graduation, you went directly to other places, and you stayed away for several years. No news at all. If the police hadn't informed you that something happened to your parents, would you plan to spend your whole life wandering outside?"

He Qing poured his wine and didn't speak.

The old man said: "I went to claim the bodies of your parents. I saw them lying in a pool of blood, and their bones were all broken. Your father is such a tidy person, his face and clothes are all covered with blood. Clean place."

Fang Shuxin's face was punched hard by someone, and he subconsciously looked at He Qing. He Qing lowered his eyes, and his expression showed nothing unusual.

The meal passed while the old man was muttering.

It is cool in late autumn, and the sky is already dark after seven o'clock. There are few people in the countryside. The lights shine on the concrete road, reflect into the sky, and wipe out a touch of whiteness in the dark night.

He Qing sent the drunk old man home, and took the little boy upstairs.

Mother He kept all He Qing's clothes in one place before she was alive, but most of them were too big for him to read. He Qing searched the closet upside down to find a barely-fitting school uniform.

The school uniform is a pure white shirt, ironed very flat, no wrinkles can be seen.

"The school uniform of the first year of high school, and a blue striped tie, I don't know where to put it. The school got the wrong size when it was sent out. It was too small and I haven't worn it much."

Fang Shumu measured the size of the shirt, he should be able to wear it.

He Qing put the school uniform into the little boy's arms: "The bathroom is in the innermost room on the second floor, you go wash it first, and Brother He will help you find your pants."

Fang Shu carried his school uniform to the bathroom.

When the washing was about to end, there was a knock on the downstairs door, and the old man shouted upstairs, his voice was not very clear: "He, He boy... come downstairs quickly, hiccup, bring me something , to Xinxin mother!"

He Qing replied "Come here", and went downstairs to open the door.

Listening to He Qing walking away, Fang Shu turned off the shower head, wiped off the water stains with a towel, put on his clothes and pants...

Fang Shu fumbled for the hanger, but found nothing.

Oh, yes, He Qing hasn't given him his pants yet.

As for panties.

Fang Shu turned his gaze to the pile of clothes at the bottom of the hanger, picked out the changed underwear, hesitating whether to wear it overnight, and change it when he returned to school, when footsteps sounded outside the bathroom door.

He Qing's tall figure was reflected on the white-edged glass door: "Jiaojiao, open the door, brother He will give you the pants."

"Here we come." Fang Shu casually threw his underwear on the top of the hanger and opened the bathroom door.

The hot steam in the bathroom rushed out, the mixed fragrance of shower gel and shampoo rushed to the nose, He Qing lowered his eyelids, and the little boy whose cheeks were reddened by the hot steam stood behind the opened bathroom door , the shirt hangs down to the heels of the legs, the bottom of the clothes is empty, and the ten toes are curled up, stepping on the cross mobs.

"Brother He?" Fang Shu waited, seeing He Qing standing still, he offered to extend his hand.

He Qing's voice was hoarse: "What?"

"Pants." Fang Shu let go of the hand holding the bathroom door, and pointed to the folded pants on He Qing's hand. The cold air from outside squeezed into the bathroom, and his lower body felt cold, making him feel uncomfortable.

He Qing lowered his head and swept, and was about to pass the trousers over, when he glanced across the top of the hanger inadvertently from the corner of his eye, and moved his hand away again.

Take the empty square book: "?"

He Qing rolled his throat: "Jiaojiao didn't wear underwear?"