Mr. Shen's little boyfriend

Suddenly, Shen Chao, who was sitting beside him, stretched out his arms and put them on the edge of the bed that He Qiutong was leaning against.

This is an absolutely controlled movement, as if wrapping him in his arms.

Obviously the opponent's arm didn't touch him at all, but the feeling of being controlled and being so close still made him flustered.

Just as He Qiutong straightened his waist, he wanted to stay away a little, but the other party held down his shoulder.

After a pause, his whole body stopped as if he had been hit by an acupuncture point.

"Why, have you forgotten how to smoke after not smoking for several months?" Shen Chao's deep and mellow voice rang in his ears.

When Shen Chao mentioned it, He Qiutong realized that he had already lit a cigarette for a while, and the scarlet cigarette butt was still burning.

He hastily dusted the cigarette ash that was about to fall on his lap into the ashtray.

Sensing Shen Chao's gaze on her, He Qiutong was nervous, and hurriedly took a puff of the cigarette.

He hasn't smoked for a long time, and he is almost used to having an orange candy when the craving strikes.

He Qiutong choked on the smoke after taking a puff.

The momentum of Salem's smoke overflowed his nostrils, and the strange yet familiar smell made him cough several times.

The hand on his back patted lightly, which obviously made him more nervous, his heart tightened, and he coughed harder.

Shen Chao and He Qiutong: "..."

The rain outside the window began to increase again, and the sound of tick-tock on the leaves became crackling, like rhythmic drumbeats.

He Qiutong took a mouthful of the cigarette held between his fingers, sucked it into his lungs and then exhaled slowly, the smoke curled up slowly.

Through the curling smoke, he looked at Shen Chao who was smoking beside him.

Suddenly, I remembered a sentence I saw somewhere——

"Smoke was originally a plant, but it was picked and died.

Now, through the faint red fire in his body, he came back to life.

However, living is about to become ashes.

Its first life is green, its second life is burnt yellow, and its third life is dark red. "

People who can smoke are not tempted by nicotine, but play in puffing clouds, briefly experiencing the life of tobacco in their spare time or compromising briefly when they are tired.

So He Qiutong never claimed to be able to smoke.

But Shen Chao can smoke.

The man's smoking posture is beautiful and unrestrained, and the expression on his face is full of ease.

He is not a slave to nicotine but an absolute master.

Such a sinking tide really made him unwilling to look away for a second.

"Do you still remember the second time we met?" Shen Chao's voice was accompanied by the sound of rain.

Second meeting...

It was in the bar that night.

"You looked decadent and good-looking smoking at the opposite bar, and the aura around you at that time was like a little wolf licking its wounds alone." Shen Chao's eyes revealed a look of reminiscence, with a chuckle at the corner of his mouth, "Just Even Yang Fanyi said you are a veteran smoker."

"At that time, I was thinking, this kid fights, smokes, and hangs out in bars. He should be an out-and-out little ruffian. Later, when this wolf was brought home by accident, I realized that this wolf is not a wolf. It's obviously a wilting puppy..."

At that time, He Qiutong was at the most embarrassing time, trying to avenge his father's crimes by destroying himself. Fortunately, he met Shen Chao.

Always an atheist, he came to believe in fate.

Shen Chao is his redeemer, shedding light like a god in the darkness of his commitment.

Maybe his gentle deity doesn't care about his past imperfections.

"Can I?" Can I tell you?

He asked this question out of context, but Shen Chao understood it.

"Yes. Anything."

The events of those years were complicated and complicated, joy and sorrow intertwined...

-

Grandpa really made him the only swing in the world with his own hands, under the sycamore tree in the courtyard.

Grandpa is still so capable. Although his daughter married a rich man, he is still used to making things by himself, even repairing home appliances.

It can be said that the hero of He Qiutong's childhood was not his father, and his grandfather largely fulfilled his fantasies about his father.

At that time, he was very enthusiastic about the newly made swing, and every afternoon he would ask his grandfather to go on the swing together.

Grandpa gently pushed his back from behind, sending him to a higher altitude.

When the swing reaches the highest point, that is when he is closest to the sky.

It was so close that he could kiss the sky, so close that there was no cloud in the sky, and the colors of the clear sky seemed to be taken into his eyes.

Accompanied by the sound of grandpa telling him to hold on tight and the sound of wind whistling past his ears.

When my mother is in a good mood, she will sit by the stone table beside her. My mother loves the purple and elegant dress the most. She just sits quietly and watches their grandparents and grandchildren play.

This is the most beautiful painting in his childhood. He carefully drew it on white paper with an oil pastel in one afternoon.After he finished the painting, he looked at it and always felt that something was missing.

After thinking about it all night, he finally knew what was missing.

His father is missing from the painting.

The next morning, he got up early in the morning.Draw a tall and handsome man behind his mother with a paintbrush - his father.

He folded the painting and placed it at the bottom of the box containing the little red flowers, and the little red flowers covered the painting.

Only he knows that there is a teenager's day and night expectation for a complete family hidden in it.

-

Since the last parent-child sports meeting, his friends in the kindergarten don't like him anymore, saying that he has a virus on him, and if he touches it, he will lose his father.

He was so sad, and he didn't know where his father was. He began to wonder if he really had the virus, the kind of virus that would make him lose his father.

During the manual class, he accidentally touched the elbow of his deskmate, and the other's face suddenly became extremely ugly, and he shook his arm several times as if he had touched something disgusting.

The disgust in the other party's eyes seemed to turn into substance, and it hurt him like a needle.

The girl's sharp voice resounded in the class:

"Ah——He Qiutong, are you annoying? You, a person with the virus, came to touch me. You just want to infect me!"

The whispers in the class kept coming to He Qiutong's ears.Those words in the noisy classroom were still clearly audible.

-'It's disgusting, he must not touch me. '

-'My dad is so nice to me, I don't want to be like him without a dad'

……

Stop it, please.

He felt his right hand trembling, and he held his right wrist with his left hand, but the more he tried to stop the trembling, the more he couldn't figure it out.

The voices of those people came into his mind as if they would never stop. Those voices were imps holding guns one after another in his mind, detonating nerves and blood vessels one by one.

"I told you to stop talking! Ah!"

He never knew that his voice could be so sharp, so harsh that it was almost broken.

He thought that his hatred for his father began to be buried at this moment,

There was a moment when the class was so quiet that a needle could be heard falling, and the dead silence was followed by louder noises.

At that moment, he realized how weak his own voice was, so weak that it was hardly worth mentioning in front of his classmates.

He no longer made a sound in the class, and he moved to sit alone in the last row by the window in the class.

He thought it would be all right after this period of time, he waited and waited, endured and endured.

Finally he waited until the time to enter preschool.

But he found that everything was not as good as he imagined. Some of the people who went to the third grade with him were his kindergarten classmates. They spread everywhere like bedbugs. He was a fatherless child with a virus. .

He still returned to the corner position in the last row.

He no longer takes the initiative to communicate with people. When someone passes by, he knows how to retract his feet as much as possible.

This location is accompanied by windows and garbage cans, and he likes to leave the windows wide open to let the smell of garbage diffuse.But there are some students in the class who don't like blowing the wind. They always say that he has bad intentions and wants to catch a cold in the whole class, so he doesn't open the window anymore.

But he still likes to look out the window.

This is the classroom on the second floor. Through the window, you can see that the saplings downstairs have just grown to this height.When the wind blows, the treetops are thin and shake with the wind.

So he can know without opening the window, now the wind is coming.

Day by day, he is already in the second grade of elementary school.

Although there are no embarrassing classmates who gossip in the class, he is also used to keeping silent in class and never speaks when it is not necessary.

Taciturn and unsociable, he doesn't have many friends in class, and he doesn't expect any friendship. He just feels that his current state is much better than that in preschool.

He cherishes this peace.

But he was not favored by the heavens by nature, and fate always liked to play big jokes with him.

On a calm as usual noon.

As soon as he finished his lunch, he was called into the office by the class teacher—their auntie nanny came unexpectedly.

The teacher asked him suspiciously: "Qiu Tong, do you know this person?"

Before the teacher finished speaking, the nanny held her hand eagerly and wanted to pull him out, and said on the other side:

"Xiaotong, go with Auntie, don't delay any longer. Go to the hospital to see your grandfather!"

What's wrong with grandpa? !

He Qiutong's throat was tight, but a simple question was stuck in his throat, unable to get up or down.

His brain seemed to be hit by a big rock, and it fell into a blank.

Although grandpa is very old, he has always been in good health. He usually exercises in the morning, so why was he hospitalized... He didn't dare to think about it anymore.

In the car, the auntie nanny seemed to be talking in his ear all the time, as if the sound was transmitted through the water, it was vague, intermittent and long-winded.

He didn't know that his face was pale now, so he could only follow the nanny all the way to the Municipal People's Hospital with a dull expression.