Mr. Shen's little boyfriend

In the evening, after dinner, the two of them went to Mr. Wang's house in the same community to bring the dumplings home.

When he rang the doorbell, Mr. Wang was still holding the dumpling when he came out to open the door—it seemed that the dumpling was really loved by the old man.

In the summer when he was wearing shorts, the gauze on He Qiutong's right calf was obvious.

After Mr. Wang noticed it, he was very worried and insisted on getting some plasters for the children.

His wound was a trauma rather than a contusion, so he definitely couldn't put plaster on it, but he didn't want to disappoint Mr. Wang's intentions. He Qiutong and Shen Chao agreed with each other without saying anything, but silently accepted the box of plaster that Mr. Wang handed over. .

Wait for the door to close.

He Qiutong tilted his head and asked: "Mr. Shen, next time we cook a meal, invite Grandpa Wang to come to eat at home? Okay?"

Grandpa Wang is really too much like grandpa.

He could feel the unreserved emotion in Grandpa Wang's heart when he handed him the box of plaster.

He could also feel that Grandpa Wang's eyes looked more like looking at another person through him, maybe his grandson.But He Qiutong didn't care. He also saw the shadow of his grandfather through Mr. Wang at the beginning.

Both of them are looking for a comfort in the other's existence.

Thinking of this, another thing came to mind.

The anniversary of the death of my grandfather and mother seems to be coming soon.

……

That extremely hot summer was a nightmare he could not escape from when he was a child.

My mother died of depression, and my grandfather also passed away forever.

The only person who could be called a relative left in just one hot summer, but he was the only one left in this hell.

The peaceful time passed slowly with the constant resetting of the hourglass, and the death day of He Qiutong's grandfather and mother was getting closer and closer.

In the past few days, Shen Chao found that the orange candy in his drawer was consumed very quickly, and it reached the bottom within a few days.

You can see children eating candy almost all the time.

In other words, either eating sugar or cutting sugar paper.

He Qiutong himself didn't even realize it, that is, after watching a two-hour movie, the candy wrappers had already piled up into a hill on the small coffee table in front of him.

It was only when the ending song of the movie started to play on TV that he noticed that He Qiutong was looking down at the pile of candy wrappers on the coffee table, silent.

Grinding the back teeth vigorously, this is his habit of chewing tobacco.

But now there is no tobacco, only candy.

He Qiutong had no choice but to push the licked candy into the back of the tooth socket, and grind it hard.The taste of saccharin exploded in the mouth and permeated the entire mouth in an instant.

So sweet.

Fortunately, the orange flavor is his favorite flavor. If it were replaced with other flavors of candy, he might have already spit it out in the toilet by now.

Shen Chao also seemed to see that something was wrong with him recently, asked him many times on the sidelines, and joked that he would confiscate all the orange candies.

These questions were all laid bare by him.

Shen Chao remained silent every time the subject was changed. The man saw his resistance and didn't ask anymore. He just emptied all the candies in the drawer and only put five candies for him every morning.

In summer, the sky is bright early.

This day, he followed Shen Chao and ran around the neighborhood in the morning as usual.

He was preoccupied with something, and didn't notice that Shen Chao in front of him slowly stopped. He didn't slow down, and bumped into the opponent's thick back.

Shen Chao was knocked forward by him and took a step forward, turned around to look at him, the street light was on behind Shen Chao, the man was against the light, his eyes looked deeper and deeper.

"You're not paying attention." He listened to Shen Chao's statement of the facts in a flat tone.

"I..." The pressure in Shen Chao's eyes suddenly became stronger, and He Qiutong opened his mouth in vain but there was no sound.

"You can tell me anything. I will help you solve it to the greatest extent."

Shen Chao sighed, his serious eyes softened, as if he could accommodate everything.

He Qiutong: "..." He lowered his head and didn't dare to look at Shen Chao's expression. He Qiutong murmured, as if he had suddenly become dumb, unable to say anything.

What can he say?

His pride didn't allow him to tell others about the days of collapse, only he knew it, and his heart was completely changed overnight. *

The atmosphere was a little stagnant, neither of them spoke again, Shen Chao took the lead, and He Qiutong followed with his head drooping.

The two ran silently one after the other.

Even the shadows on the ground are separated and do not touch the slightest.

Seeing Grandpa Wang coming out to practice Tai Chi from a distance, He Qiutong seemed to see a savior.

After the two approached, Mr. Wang stopped his Tai Chi movements and chatted with Shen Chao first.

He Qiutong listened with pricked ears.

Uncle Wang suddenly stopped the conversation, "Why are you so awkward today?"

Shen Chao and He Qiutong: "..."

Is it so obvious? Isn't it just a little distance away and a little silence? He Qiutong didn't realize how duplicity his thoughts were.

"It's nothing." Shen Chao said after a while.

"I don't know yet? How many people have I seen at my age, and I can't see it all." Uncle Wang frowned, copied his hands, and looked at the two of them pretending to be unhappy.

Shen Chao could only sigh in his heart, and glanced at the little guy behind him:

"I don't let Xiao Tong eat candy, he's throwing a tantrum at me."

"I..." Before He Qiutong finished speaking, Shen Chao glanced at him again, and closed his mouth obediently.

Uncle Wang laughed when he heard this, "Hey, what am I supposed to do. Grandpa has candy at home, and I'll bring you a lot when you practice Tai Chi tomorrow morning."

After a while, Uncle Wang said again: "My grandson also liked sweets before." Uncle Wang spoke slowly when he said this, and his eyes seemed to be slightly moist.

He Qiutong clearly saw the nostalgia in his grandpa's eyes, and paused for a while, the grandpa blinked vigorously, and waved his hands:

"Let's not talk about that. Grandpa will bring you a bag of candy next time. Don't worry about Shen Chao's, just eat it if you want."

Uncle Wang's unreasonable preference warmed He Qiutong's heart, and his low mood just now began to warm up.Smiling and listening to Uncle Wang spit out a few words of Shen Chao's complaints, I really couldn't help laughing.

Only Grandpa Wang can talk about Shen Chao so openly, otherwise everyone else would be scared away by Shen Chao's air conditioning.

On the way to buy breakfast with Shen Chao, he still couldn't help but say, "I only like orange candy." Especially the orange candy you gave.

This sentence is nonsensical, and only He Qiutong knows the meaning.

"Ok?"

"I only like orange candy." You are my orange-flavored candy.

"Where's Mr. Wang's candy?"

"I like it too." But not that kind of like.

……

A heavy rain in late August turned the dry heat in the air into muggy heat.

The summer rain has the momentum of abandoning everything unscrupulously, spreading down from the sky in a mighty way, and the world is repeatedly covered by this rain curtain, and the moist air is sucked into the throat, which is sticky and dull.

When He Qiutong walked out of Li Hangyu's house, he realized that it was raining heavily outside.

Today is the last tutoring session. Li Hangyu grabbed the corner of his clothes before he left and asked, "Brother Tong, can you be my math teacher. I don't like the math teacher at school."

Although I have talked with Shen Chao before, the child may not learn mathematics well because he hates the school mathematics teacher.

But the child has always been shy, and this is the first time that he has said that he doesn't like the math teacher.

But He Qiutong's mood was very low that day, and he was already in high spirits when he came out to make up lessons, and he didn't notice what was wrong with the children.

He just patted the top of Hanghang's head, and replied perfunctorily: "How is it possible, I can only help you not make up lessons during the holidays. There is no math teacher in your school. Just pay attention to the class when you arrive at school."

After saying a few casual words, he turned his head and left, waving goodbye to Hanghang.

For countless days and nights in the future, He Qiutong could still remember the Li Hangyu he saw when he looked back that day.

Through the rain curtain, he couldn't see Hanghang's expression very clearly, but when he thought about it carefully later, he always felt infinitely sad.

The rain fell suddenly, and He Qiutong was not prepared for it.

He has always disliked watching the weather forecast, and Shen Chao reminded him to bring an umbrella when it rained on weekdays, but today he came out in a hurry and didn't even say hello to Shen Chao, so naturally he didn't have Shen Chao's daily reminder.

He Qiutong turned over and rode the tyrannosaur. Under the goggles of the helmet, He Qiutong's eyes were as sharp as those of the rebellious teenager who smoked, drank and fought.If He Qiutong saw it by himself, he would say that he was not like him.

This is the look in the eyes of the boy before he met Shen Chao, like a little wolf who was injured and abandoned by the wolves, he is wary of everything that gets close to him.

Since the summer vacation, He Qiutong has already removed the silencer of the Tyrannosaurus Rex.

In the heavy rain, the tyrannosaurus flew out with a roar like an arrow off the string.

The rain was slightly shifted by such a fast speed.

Other vehicles on the road avoided this desperate locomotive, lest one accidentally scratch or collide with it.But the rider driving the locomotive was obviously experienced, and he just drove a road quickly in the dense traffic.

The clothes on his body were all soaked, sticky and sticky to the skin, like a dog skin plaster that couldn't be shaken off no matter how hard he tried, the smell was unpleasant, and the skin was torn and torn.Blood flowed.

The wind chimes in front of the flower shop rang, and the person who pushed the door squeezed into the narrow shop door with his motorcycle helmet in his hands, all wet.

Along with the sound of the wind chimes came the wind and rain outside the door and the hoarse voice of the young man: "Two bouquets of purple forget-me-nots."

The clerk was taken aback.

The boy in front of him was wrapped in the wind and rain outside the door, his face looked gloomy and depressed.

The broken hair on the forehead was wet with water, hanging down in front of the eyes one by one, blocking the boy's eyes, looking extremely dangerous.

The clerk couldn't help but think that those blocked eyes... should be gloomy and cruel eyes.

I don't know where the little bastard came from.I don't know whether it was blown by the wind and rain or frightened by the visitor, the clerk shuddered all over, and quickly wrapped the bouquet with his hands, and handed it to He Qiutong from a distance.

Hope this weirdo doesn't mess with the flower shop.