[Touch God, you broadcast live last night! Really! Or! Fake! Do you have a boyfriend??]

——Lu Yaoyao.

[Brother, you are finally still...]

——Flash.

[Oh, are you together justified?]

--time.

Because he admitted during the live broadcast on the first night that he had a boyfriend, the next day, Xie Wenxing received greetings from countless people one after another. Except for Time and Flash, two people who really knew the situation, he temporarily evaded the rest.

I arrived at Xiaoman not long after I returned to Shanghai. A few days later after Xiaoman will be the day of Grandma Xie Wenxing's sacrifice.

According to convention, Xie Wenxing will go back to his home in the capital for a while these days, and then go to visit his grandmother's grave on the day of the festival, but this year is a bit different. After finding an opportunity, Xie Wenxing mentioned grandmother's matter to Guan He. The latter thought about it and gave him an unexpected reply: "Let's go together?"

"You want to go back to Beijing too?" Xie Wenxing was surprised: "But is it okay for your work?"

"If it's not very important, you can take it over to deal with it. I went on a business trip for a week ago, and I just happened to want to give myself a vacation. And..."

Guan He paused for a moment when he said this: "I kidnapped you, and I should go and see her."

Xie Wenxing smiled, and at the beginning, his mood was a little more relaxed because of this sentence.

*

Xie Wenxing's grandmother was an oil worker during her lifetime and was buried in the cemetery of the unit. There was no ignition candle allowed here, so he brought a bunch of white calla lily.

On Monday, there were very few people in the cemetery. After putting flowers in front of grandma's grave, Xie Wenxing stood silently for a while, and Guan He also didn't speak next to him.

There was no photo in front of the tombstone, only the engravings on the stele recorded the information of the deceased. Xie Wenxing suddenly said: "My name was taken by grandma. Before my birth, my parents quarreled every day, and they didn't have time to name me."

Li Bai has a poem, "A dangerous building is a hundred feet high, and you can pick the stars with your hands." Grandma once said that she hopes he can be someone who picks the stars.

It’s no big deal if you can’t pick it up. The important thing is that he wants to grow up happily.

"Do you still remember the New Year's Eve when I was in my first year of high school? I called you that night, and my mother came back and she wanted to take me to Shanghai."

Guan He nodded.

"I actually don't like her very much. When I was very young, my grandmother took me to Shanghai to find my mother. At that time, there were already aunts and younger brothers at home. My dad was all focused on them. My grandmother thought it was more appropriate for me to grow up with my biological mother than to follow my stepmother."

"We stayed in Shanghai for three days and made a lot of calls. My mother never came to see me once. After she went back, my grandmother said that she would bring me up as well."

Guan He looked at Xie Wenxing's back. He was wearing a white short-sleeved shirt, tall and thin, with the lines of his shoulder blades protruding and beautiful.

He was too thin and felt a little distressed.

He actually complained that Xie Wenxing broke up with him. Reasonably, Guan He could understand how much shadow the old man's death had caused on Xie Wenxing, but his emotions were difficult to fully resonate with.

He is not a saint.

He cared so much about Xie Wenxing. He planned their future countless times when he was young. If it weren't for the grandmother who was sleeping in the grave, he and Xie Wenxing would not have missed seven years in vain.

But Xie Wenxing, who was standing in front of his relative's grave, was as down and out like a little boy with nothing. Guan He's last dissatisfaction turned into a sigh.

"She is really important to me, but she may not always be right." The person who turned his back to him talked to himself. Guan He knew that Xie Wenxing needed to vent now, and he planned to comfort him after Xie Wenxing finished speaking.

He didn't expect that Xie Wenxing's hand reached over.

The hand grabbed it in the air, and after finding Guan He's hand, he held it tightly.

"She thinks it's wrong for me to be with you, but it's obviously right..."

Guan He grabbed Xie Wenxing's finger with his backhand.

Xie Wenxing's hands were trembling.

What is he thinking? Are he afraid? Are he confused? Or is he confessing?

Unlike him, Xie Wenxing's heart is very soft-hearted, such a soft-hearted boy...

Xie Wenxing turned around and Guan He resisted the urge to hug him. Perhaps his face was too ugly, Xie Wenxing suddenly laughed.

Xie Wenxing pulled him and pulled him to a level with him.

"Grandma, this is Guan He, you know him too, look... let's hold hands."

"Actually, you don't have to worry about me so much. He is easy to talk to. He is not angry when I called him Little Bird. He is just a little smarter than others, handsomer, and has a better family background. You can't look down on him because of these."

"My little bird," Xie Wenxing turned his head and asked softly: "Are you unhappy today?"

Guan He could no longer hold it back and reached out to hug him into his arms.

*

Since I returned to the capital on Grandma's Day of the Day of the Day of Grandma, it is reasonable that Xie Wenxing should go home.

When I heard that he was coming back, Lao Xie had already helped him pack the room. Even though he was mentally prepared, Lao Xie still showed a toothache when he saw Guan He.

I ate dinner at home, there was no one talking on the table, and only my stepmother and Lao Xie at home, so I ate very silently for a meal.

After dinner, Lao Xie took the initiative to talk to Xie Wenxing. Xie Wenxing followed the former to the windowsill, and he watched his father tremble and lit the cigarette.

The Xuanhe Gate lit, the 15th-1st pack of cigarettes, his father has been smoking this for so many years.

"Have you visited Mom?"

Xie Wenxing nodded: "Bring calla lily to grandma."

"Okay, calla lily is pretty good, she just likes this," Old Xie took a long breath of cigarettes. Usually he would do this when he felt irritated: "Your brother is in his senior year, I don't know if he can stay outside smoothly... Italy has high consumption, you know..."

Xie Wenxing was already prepared. He was waiting for his father to say it, but Lao Xie suddenly changed his tone: "The six hundred thousand I borrowed from you a year ago, plus the 300,000 from a long time ago... I will pay you back together tomorrow. Some time ago, someone wanted to buy a house in the new district. The offer was pretty good. I discussed it with your aunt and decided to sell it. Eliminate some of the ones that you gave to your brother and can pay back half of the money you owe you."

Xie Wenxing opened his eyes slightly, surprised.

Seeing him like this, Lao Xie was regretful and distressed for a moment: "Dad didn't mean to owe you what he didn't pay it back, but it was really a fee for your brother to learn those things-"

"I know."

"Uh..." Lao Xie was a little embarrassed by his interruption so bluntly: "How are you and him?"

"He bought the calla lily, and he remembers the flowers that grandma likes."

Lao Xie's expression relaxed for a moment, and then he murmured: "I am a careful person... I have a heart for you, so it's good..."

He looked at Xie Wenxing with a complicated expression. He knew that he owed this son a lot, but Xie Wenxing looked too similar to his biological mother. Sometimes when he looked at Xie Wenxing's face, he would think of the woman's hysterical and arrogant look.

Xie Wenxing's mother was beautiful, and Xie Wenxing was even more outstanding than his mother. Boys were so beautiful that they were actually very troublesome. When they were young, Xie Wenxing was chased by a senior girl to show kindness. He knew that he would provoke the little girl if he was older. He originally thought that Xie Wenxing would sooner or later because of peach blossoms, but he didn't expect that he would get a man in the end.

"Is there anything else? I'll go in without me?" Xie Wenxing was not used to Lao Xie's sudden concern, so he avoided the other party's sight. After hearing Lao Xie's blankly agree, Xie Wenxing's heart was stinging. After all, he said thank you in a relative.

Back in his room, Xie Wenxing locked the door.

His room was not big, with only a single bed and a desk. Guan He was waiting for him in the room. When he saw him coming in, Guan He said, "On the cuffs of your school uniform..."

"Um?"

His high school uniform was always hanging outside the closet, and it was not surprising that Guan He could see it. Xie Wenxing suddenly remembered something. He walked over and took the clothes over. Sure enough, he saw a name on the outside of the cuff of the school uniform.

[Guan He].

The handwriting is not very good-looking and a little gray, obviously it has been written for a while.

"It was written after you left," Xie Wenxing felt a little embarrassed. He pulled the sleeve: "I don't remember how long it took, maybe it was an evening self-study session."

It should be in his third year of high school, and even studying arts was under pressure. After the training camp, Xie Wenxing had already missed half of the courses. When he was crazy about his questions, he was often forced to have a headache by the science comprehensive science.

Whenever he was at this time, he really wanted Guan He. He knew that these problems like heavenly books could be solved easily by another person. After all, Guan He was so smart.

After thinking about it, he felt that he had something wrong. In the midst of constant entanglement, he might have carefully written his name on the cuffs of his school uniform like writing down his faith.

"I know," Guan He said. Seeing Xie Wenxing pulling the sleeve of the school uniform and even began to mutter why the words were so ugly, he felt helpless: "Look carefully."

"Why didn't I be careful..." Xie Wenxing paused. He suddenly realized something and turned his sleeves.

On the inside of the sleeve, someone added a few new words with a fountain pen. Unlike the words that he didn't look good even if he wrote them seriously, this person's handwriting was sharp and elegant, with iron-painted silver hooks, which looked beautiful like a cluster of blooming plants.

[I want to thank Wenxing for your kindness].

Connecting the two sides of the sleeves together is a nice love saying:

Guan He wants to thank Wenxing in person.

Seeing Xie Wenxing suddenly tighten the cuffs of the school uniform and knowing that he had discovered the words he left behind, Guan He walked over slowly, his eyes locking the already helpless person.

"I want to kiss you."

He pinched Xie Wenxing's earlobe and murmured softly:

"Do you kiss me?"

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-Have you ever written your name on the cuffs of your school uniform?

Anyway, I've written it, ha ~

-Do you give it to your dear?

Give it, you can cry

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